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Dashawn
“F*ck,” I said, as I pulled out of my girl. I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me so she could catch her breath. Today was f*cking phenomenal.
Well, it didn’t start out that way. With having to have that meeting with the shareholders this
morning into the afternoon. They were really starting to annoy me. I had Ashton there to represent Cia. She and Kimber had some appointments to get ready for tonight’s banquet. I was going to send Samantha with them, but Samantha decided to have lunch with Robert, and boy was I glad she did.
I was stressed after the meeting. Donald was a pain in my a*s all because I chose Samantha
over Sheryl. All the shareholders were from my grandfather’s time. I had the majority of the
shares, so I could technically fire them all. They could keep their measly two percent each and live off the profits. I was really thinking that I would have to do this. Their meddling,
especially in my love life, was not wanted. Donald expressed that marrying someone
beneath” me would look bad. For who? I had told them that Samantha came from a good
home with two loving parents who were prominent doctors in their own right. They had a ton
of accolades between them. Donald and his best friend Mr. Emmett Green said that I needed
a wife with pedigree. Seriously? I reminded them that I came from a father that was a bada*s
biker and a mother that used to dominate in underground fighting. But, of course, they said my father was the son of Derek Krew. I just rolled my eyes. I told them all to f*ck off, and if they
had nothing business related, that the meeting was over.
Coming back to the office, and finding my little minx under my desk was at first a shock that
turned my blood boiling in an instant with lust. She was fulfilling one of my wildest fantasies
and once I had gotten Ashton out of my office, she fulfilled another.
This woman was my kryptonite. All she had to do was breathe, and I was ready to drop to my
knees and beg. I was putty in her hands and she had no idea. I did as I promised. The
moment we were through my apartment door, I had her against the wall, then over the couch
arm and finally in our bed.
“I need to shower,” she mumbled.
“Oh, no baby. I want my c*m on your thighs. I already told you this.”
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“I just want to get the sweat off of me. I won’t use soap, I’m not even going to wash my hair.”
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“Good I want you nice and dirty,” I said, kissing her head.
“You’re so naughty,” she said, giggling.
We both got off of the bed and I got us into the shower. I made sure she didn’t wash all of me
off of her. I did relent and let her use soap everywhere else though.
She about had my heart jumping out of my chest with the dress she put on for tonight. It was a deep royal purple that was satin and molded to her body like a second skin. The top was a spaghetti strap and there was some ruching at her br*asts that showed a delectable amount of cleavage. Her back was completely bare and ended just above her tight a*s.
Her hair was up and she had dangling earrings. She wore the diamond egg around her neck.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I said. My eyes blazed with lust.
“Thank you. You look gorgeous too.”
“Oh, this old thing,” I said, holding open my black jacket, showing off my black on black striped
silk shirt and my black dress pants.
“I have a purple tie that will match your dress. Will you help me put it on?”
“Yes,” she said.
I grabbed the tie, it had little black diamonds all over it and handed it to her. She expertly tied it. Then she pulled me down and kissed me. I smiled at her playfulness. We left ten minutes later for the banquet that was being held in the Mayor’s honor. It was a good place to make
connections, and also I knew the food was going to be excellent. They were using the same
caterer that I use for all our company’s parties.
Cia and Ashton were here and so was Kimber and her date, who was not the company’s
accountant. I guess that fizzled out. I danced with my girl, we mingled and talked to a lot of people. I noticed she was starting to drag, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Just another hour baby, and then we will go.”
“Don’t worry about me. I think I just need a little air.”
“I’ll take you out on the balcony,” I said. Before I could excuse us, she put her hand on my arm.
“No, baby. You stay and talk. I just need ten minutes to clear my head. It’s a little foggy.”
“No, it’s okay. I can talk to them later.”
“Dashawn, this night is important for you. Network. I’ll be back,” she said, walking off. My
brows furrowed, but then the Chief of Police caught my attention and she started asking
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Samantha
God, I was so dizzy. I don’t think I drank too much. I’ve only had two glasses of champagne. I was probably a little dehydrated from all the s*x I’ve had today. I smirked as I stepped outside.
The cold air slithered over me and I shivered, but it felt so good on my overheated body. There
were a lot of people here and it was quite stifling. I was taking deep breaths when a jacket
came over my shoulders. I smiled and turned to my man.
The smile dropped from my face instantly, I ripped the jacket off of me and threw it back at
the man before me.
“Elliot, please leave me alone.”
“What’s the matter, Sammy? You looked cold. I thought you could use my warmth. You used
to love for me to surround you.”
“Well, I was a naive child back then. I didn’t know any better.”
He scoffed. “You’re being childish now.”
I narrowed my eyes and turned to go back in. He grabbed me by the arm, smirking. He looked
up at the sky and then his eyes snapped to me.
“Samantha. You need to let go of this anger you have towards me.”
“I don’t have anger towards you. I just don’t like being around people I don’t care to know. Especially people that betray others.”
“I’ve changed,” he retorted.
“I doubt that. Especially with your behavior towards me at the jewelry store. Let me ask you,
Elliot. Are you söre that I gave Dashawn my cherry, and you didn’t get the chance to pluck it?”
His eyes widened.
“Are you telling me you were a v*rgin all this time, and you let that b*stard be your first?”
“I was and I did. And boy was it glorious. The things he did to my body, f*ck, just thinking
about it makes me wet. Or that could just be the c*m that’s coating my thighs as we speak.”
His face contorted in anger.
“You’ve become f*cking petty.”
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“Maybe. But I’m okay with that, for tonight.” I chuckled. I pulled my arm out of his hand and looked down at my arm. He had squeezed me so hard that he left red finger–shaped marks on me. I smiled.
“Oh, you did one of two things. Dashawn is going to see this and become enraged, and he’ll destroy your life, or he’s going to be so jealous that another man touched me, and he’ll have to take me to the bathroom and show me who I belong to. I hope it’s the second, but I’ll take the
first.”
“You don’t want to cross me Sam,” he said, stepping towards me, trying to intimidate me.
“No, Elliot. It’s me you don’t want to cross. I’m not a child anymore that will leave and lick my wounds. I like to strike back.” I said, bringing up my knee and connecting with his balls. He groaned and dropped, cupping himself.
I turned and walked back into the banquet. The room spun and I stopped. “Sh*t.” I needed to
find Dashawn.
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I walked slower, but the spinning was getting worse. I heard someone call my name and I turned and saw Cia and Ashton running towards me. I whimpered as I felt myself starting to fall. The last thing I saw was Cia shouting and Ashton turning around to run the opposite way
from me.
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