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“What will you scream when you come? You don’t even know my name,” he told me through gritted teeth, thrusting his hips into me harder, making me feel drunk with pleasure. His mockery might have made me angry, but at that moment it only pushed me further… and I came with a scream of his name that I knew well:
“Oh GOD!”
He kept thrusting into me, but his movements lost the control he had since he was close to his own orgasm. I could feel how hard my pussy was clenching around his cock. He held me closer to his body. Our sweat mixed each others as his fast breathing and grunts filled my ears. I clenched around him, another orgasm was close with the excitement of making him cum.
“Fuck! So good… you feel so damn good,” he hissed. His hands bit into my hips as he sped up his pace. I pushed myself against him more, desiring to feel his orgasm radiate to my body from his. Finally, he came with an animalistic groan, locking his arms around me, keeping my body flushed with his as he shook with the strength of his own orgasm.
And we both fell down on the bed… as a perfect kind of panting mess.
I woke up to the sound of a far away ringtone. Slowly unwrapping myself from the sex god, a.k.a stranger, I grabbed his shirt and followed the sound. The ringing stopped just when I found my purse. I checked the caller ID: Becca BFF. She must have been worried about me, even though I told her my whereabouts. I was about to call her when my phone started to ring again, a number I didn’t recognize.
“Melody Crown,” I answered the phone. Becca was always mocking me about this, my replying the phone with my name habit… but I kinda liked this.
“Hello, Miss Crown. It’s Jessica Purcell. I’m calling to inform you that your interview with Jamesons’ Enterprises had to be changed,” she said, professionally cold and bored at the same time.
“Oh, really? When is my new interview, then?” I asked, still feeling sleepy. My voice was raw because of sleepiness and the screaming I did all night long.
“In thirty minutes, Miss Crown.” I was sure I heard a sick satisfaction under her fake professionalism.
“In what?! My interview was supposed to be two days from now!”
“In thirty minutes. If you think you can’t make it, just let me know,” she told me. I wonder if I was applying for her position. There would be no other reason for her being happy at my distress.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “I’ll be there.”
Collecting my clothes from the living room floor, I put them on as quickly as possible, making my way back to the bedroom again. He was still asleep as I tried to put my hair in order. Looking at him once more, I scrabbled a stupid “thank you” onto the paper I found on the nightstand. I didn’t even worry about how silly it sounded.
Nervous, I ran out of the house, hoping to find a taxi.
I cursed my luck, walking and looking for a taxi on the way.
I was in a cocktail dress from yesterday, not showered, and still smelling of him.
My interview was in twenty minutes and I had no idea if I would be able to arrive on time or if I would get the job looking the way I was.
My life could not get worse, I thought.
And my luck laughed her ass off at to me as the rain started.
I wrapped my coat around me tighter, walking faster, but the rain didn’t stop hitting me. Finally, a taxi stopped next to me… I almost sobbed in relief.
“Jamesons’ Enterprises Building. Hurry up, please,” I said, ignoring the strange look the driver gave me.
When I finally got through the revolving door of the big, glass building of the holding, I was already ten minutes late. Even though I had a coat, my dress was wet thanks to unforgiving rain. Trying to fix my look in the mirror in elevator, I cursed under my breath. This interview was so important to me. I applied for the CEO assistant position in one of the best companies in the city, yet I looked no close to presentable.
“I’m here for a job interview. Jessica Purcell called me this morning,” I said to the receptionist, trying to sound confident since I was anything but.
“Just follow this hallway and you’ll see Jessica at her desk. She is Mr. Jameson’s assistant.”
I walked through the hallway. I saw the perfect blonde beside her desk. “I’m Melody Crown, here for an interview. Are you Jessica?” I asked.
“You’re late, Miss Crown,” she sneered, judging me from head to toe with a disgusted look on her face.
“I know, Miss Purcell,” I answered her in the same manner.
“This way. Mr. Jameson’s in his office. Knock before going in,” she instructed, narrowing her eyes at me.
I tried not to care, taking a deep breath I knocked on the door… hoping the rest of my day would go better.
