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Alex
Ihad been craving the taste of Mya all fucking day and couldn’t wait to have my tongue deep in her pussy. The woman didn’t disappoint me—she never did when it came to sex. She was the most responsive and sexy woman I had ever been with. She was willing to do anything to please me, even let me take that tight ass. Fuck, that had been awesome for the few seconds that it lasted.
While we were cooking, I picked up on the fact that she was upset about something, and it wasn’t until we were eating that I finally found out why.
I read two paragraphs before I couldn’t control myself. Mya had no fucking right to tell anyone about my private life. I had trusted her. Jesus, I had let her into the deepest part of my soul, and she had just torn it to shreds. This was worse than what Belinda did to me, and I knew I would never be able to forgive her.
The following day, I waited in the parking lot for Milt to arrive at the office. The moment he did, I told him that we needed to talk. The two of us walked into his office, and I closed his door.
“Do not print this,” I told Milt as I dropped the paper down on his desk. “Mya had no right to tell you any of this.”
Milt picked up the paper that had been smoothed out. “Actually, Mya didn’t tell us most of this. She only told us that you lived in an orphanage. Rebecca is the one that found most of this information out.”
“Yeah, well, she didn’t have the right even to tell you any of it. It will not be printed.”
“It’s too late, Alex. It already went to print, and it’s out on social media.”
“What?”
“Rebecca published the press release last night. I saw it on one of your feeds this morning.”
“You had no right to do that.”
“Actually,” Milt sat down behind his desk and leaned back, “we had every right. It was in your contract.”
I stared at him, furious but unsure what I could do. I was so close to my first show, and I didn’t want to blow this. If I fired them now, I’d lose it all, and I’d end up owing them a lot of money. Money that I didn’t have right now.
“You better fucking hope this works because if it doesn’t, I’m going to fucking destroy you guys for this.”
“Relax, Alex, your social media follows practically doubled overnight.” He pushed up to his laptop lid and typed in a password. “We know that it is going to be good. Check this out.” He opened a browser and typed in a few things. After a moment, he turned his screen toward me. “You have over sixty thousand dollars being donated to your orphanage already, and that is in about twelve hours. These people can’t afford to buy your artwork but want to help. For their donation of fifty bucks or more, they get an autograph mass-printed picture sent to them as a thank you.”
I stared at the page and then him, going back and forth every few seconds. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. So, we know it is going to be good. Yeah, you might be pissed at Mya, but she served her purpose.”
“What purpose was that?”
He grinned. “She kept you happy. I bet she was fun in the sack. She looks like a sweetheart, but I bet she is wildcat in the sheets.”
I almost grabbed the guy by the throat one moment, and then the next felt the world around me spin, “Mya slept with me because you told her to?”
He shrugged. “I might have suggested that she keep the client happy any way she could.”
Somehow I kept my lips shut. If I had opened them, I would have lost my fucking mind. Instead, I jerked open the door and made a beeline for Mya’s office.
I thought she cared about me, but I was just a job. She fucked me to keep me happy and used what I told her to make more money. I was literally sick to my stomach as I stepped into her office.
“You fucking used me.”
She put her hands up as if to ward me off. “Alex, wait!”
“No, Mya, we are done. I might have been able to forgive you for telling them about how I grew up, but you fucking used me. You slept me with me to keep your fucking job! You’re no better than my ex-wife. You’re both fucking whores!”
I couldn’t think or process anything, and I had to get out of there before I started to self-destruct. I was like a bull in a china shop.
Somehow I made it outside and into my car. I sat behind the wheel and squeezed it so hard I was surprised that it didn’t break. Then I roared, an angry burst of sound followed by me dropping my head to the steering wheel and sobbing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, and it only lasted a minute before I pulled myself together, started the car, and drove off.
