Chapter 6
• •• Emile POV and Dickinson POV •• •
Now we a left alone.
Maxwell and his pranks which he knows I hate much but he keeps doing it. She will think I'm stalking her now.
20 minutes later, Maxwell is still not back...
“Sorry, sir I have to leave now?.”
I excuse myself as I stand from the couch I'm seated on.
“Why?. Keep me company!.”
He effortlessly utters.
Wow, he doesn't speak but when I want to leave he does.
“Sir, I got work tomorrow morning and it's my first day!.”
I flinch, reciting my excuses like he wasn't aware.
“Never mind!. You can start work any other day you wish!.”
He adds with a desert look making it difficult to infer his mood.
“Wow!.”
This weakly propels me back on my seat. “Is he serious right now?. He's surely very disparate to ask me such!.” I ask myself.
“Okay, sir!.” I retort. After all, he is my boss and I do as he says. I seriously need to celebrate this new job but not with my Boss.
He unexpectedly shifts from his seats and moves closer to me!. This snatches me off my thoughts.
“Emile, that your name right?.”
He gently murmurs.
OMG, his voice melts my robust heart. He's so near this gets me anxiously heated!. I instantly empty the glass of cocktail in a gulp just to cold, my agitated self not minding the alcoholic content in.
“Yes, sir!.”
I retort with my trembling voice not tempting to stare at him.
“Another glass for the lady!.”
He orders a waiter strutting by us.
“You can call me Dickinson!. Or make it's shorter as D*ck!.”
He recklessly retorts with his usual serious look.
“Noooo?...”
I'm nearly chock-full of air at his words D*ck.
“You aren't serious?.”
I seriously nod widening my query stare at him.
“Yea!. Just pulling your leg. I needed you to relax!.”
He slightly, I mean slightly grins. Wow, wow he grins!. I feel like this is an achievement.
“Hahaha... You nearly got me!.”
I laugh aloud and he carefully watches me.
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After drinking a few more glasses I get tipsy. I'm very vulnerable to alcohol. Dickinson isn't drunk and if he is, he manages it well.
He narrowly shift back to his seat and watches me!. I'm slightly parading my body, rubbing my ass on the couch as dancing. The music is good and I'm tipsy. I believe music is best appreciated when one gets high (tipsy or stoned). While Dickinson keeps his truce stare fixed on me as usual.
The waiter moves closer to us.
“Another glass, sir?”
The waiter ask Dickinson as he picks up the empty glasses from the table.
“No, it's fine!.”
He nods.
“Yes, one more glass for me!.”
I implore without realizing my barfly self.
“No!.”
He waves the waiter away.
This pisses me off.
I shift from my seat getting near to him. I drunkenly stumble leaning on his strong sexy chest coated with cloths. I reside on him till I get stabilise.
“Why do you care so much about me!.”
I whisper slightly caressing his well-groomed bears.
He doesn't answer!.
“I Love it thou... Okay!. Okay!. Promise me you will always take care of me?.”
I add as I move my hand from his bears to his soft well treated hairs.
He hesitates. “PROMISE?.” I insist.
With my fingers scouring his face.
.................
“I will!.”
Damn it, she gets me hard!. I barely can control myself. I think it's better to leave now. She's exciting!.
“Go and make sure my driver is ready. We are leaving now!.”
I order the waiters who leaves immediately and I turn back to her to continue where we stopped...
“Fuck me!.”
She whispers with the warmth from her mouth and her lips slightly rubbing my ears. This gets me harder... I mean my d*ck is in flame.
“Hey, you're a good girl!. Ok?.”
I remind as I gently pull her off me not to do something stupid before we reach home.
“Yea, I am!. I want to be your girl!.”
She adds sticking back on me giving me several perks on my neck.
“Sir the driver is ready.”
The waiter comes back to me before I can stop her and he watches her bestowing me several perks on the neck.
“Fine!.”
I simply nod and wave him off. He leaves immediately.
“I want to be your girl!.”
Fuck! she repeats.
“You will be sweetheart!. Let get out of here first!.”
I haul her to the car.
We seat in. She leans on me. “Okay...” I pull my words. Wandering what is going over her.
Then she slightly starts caressing my ears. Damn it! she makes me crazy. Does she realize what she is getting into?.
“To my cottage Jim!.”
I instruct and Jim drives the car without wasting any time.
“You got a nice scent!.”
She sniffs me from my neck driving up to my ear rubbing them with the tip of her tongue. Fuck! the sensation is enormous she's doing miracles with her tongue. Wow!.
Weird!. This doesn't look like her. She is more of the naive type, I use to think. I wish to stop her. Yet, I'm powerless. It's so relaxing what she is doing right now and I need it after all the stress I have been through these past days.
“Do you like it!.”
She whispers in my ears like she reads my mind.
“Yea!.”
I unexpectedly nod as she drives me crazy.
“I'm glad you love it.” she barely chuckles. “I copied it from a porn movies I watched a week ago!.”
She adds while untying my tie and sending her hand inside my shirt caressing my chest like a porn actress.
“Fuck!.”
I gasp.
“Fuck me!.”
She keeps whispering in my ears.
“I will baby, let's reach home!”
I whisper back as I tightly grab her lips with mine kissing the hell out of her caressing her naked neck down to her empty shoulders. Her tongue is as wet and long as mine. Our wet tongues seem to wrap as we suck each other. My muscle contracts carving on my suits and she seems to love it.
We are both enjoying it!.
“Shit!.”
I flinch from our fantastic kiss.
I just recalled that I'm a married man and more to that she is drunk. How can I be this lame?.
“Don't stop!.”
She cries as I stop and lean back on the car seat.
“Let's reach home, okay?.”
I retain her calm.
“Okay, fine!.”
She perks my jaw in excitement and she seats keen.
So enthusiastic to reach home that she sleeps off leaning at her widow side.
We arrive the cottage but she is asleep. I carry her out of the car.
“Can I help you sir?.”
Jim asks as he watches me do.
“No, it's fine. We are done for the day!.”
I tell him.
I haul her to my room placing her in bed with her dresses on. She looks like an innocent, adorable baby when asleep.
I chuckle as I watch her sleep, she looks so different from the unrecognisable crazy-ass she was a few minutes ago.
I keep my stare fix on her as usual. Then I release that I was right since the first day we meet. She has been difficult to infer but I knew there was something crazy about her and she proved me right today.
She sleeps keen.
While I get a bath and dress into my nightdress. Then I walk to my little counter and I pour out a glass of whiskey which I sip while strolling to the couch.
I sip the whiskey till I fall asleep on the couch without realizing it.
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A few hours later,
I nervously shudder out of sleep like something was lacking rapidly rubbing my eyes till my vision gets clearer and I notice that something is actually lacking. I have been having this bizarre sensation since asleep and I was right.
“Where am I?!.”
I cry as the fierce pains from my body renders me weaker with my head which seriously hurts too.
I can't even remember the series of events that lead me into this house. This immediately hits my mind and I lift the blanket in fear to check my body. “Thank, God!.” I'm still dressed meaning nothing happened at night. This is a big relief because I know how naughty I can be when drunk.
How could I be this dumb to drink this much last night?. When I know I'm vulnerable to alcohol. OMG, I pray I didn't do something stupid that I will regret it.
I step down from the huge magnify bed. So far the best bed I have slept on in my life. The house is splendid like that of a prince’s in fairy tales. Everywhere is in white and grey with.
Curious, I stroll around the room. I find Dickinson deep asleep on the couch.
“OMG, what am I doing in My Boss’s house?.” I cry as I remember that my boss in question is a married man and my first encounter with his wife wasn't the best. I can't even imagine what will happen if she finds me here. This though makes me tremble.
“But he’s so cute thou!.”
I rush to the bedside where I was in search of my stuff. I find my bag. I pick it up and I rapidly take out my phone. I check the time and it's about 4 am. Then walk back to where Dickinson is sleeping and I take a picture of him asleep. He's so cute and it's a nice memory too.
After that I grab my heels and I move out of his house without inducing any noise. I can't bear the risk of falling on his wife this morning or to even miss my first day of work in this is my dream company. More to that I'm out here to work not to solicit favours from a man I barely know.
