EroticReverie

Cecilia

I avoid his presence the rest of the night. I somehow manage not to run off and quit this job after being screwed like a hooker. I wasn’t a god damn hooker. I hadn’t even noticed the wedding ring. All I’d noticed was the silver hair and light blue eyes and the way his suit fit his body perfectly. All id noticed was how he kept complimenting me and his cocky talk of all

The things he wanted to do to me. 

I’m not a hooker. I huff to myself for the hundredth time tonight. Yes you are. Because you still have his money in between your god damn tits. 

I fucked a married man. A billionaire. I signed a NDA. I had his god damn cum still dripping out of me. God he was good. Charming me like that. Making me lose my will power so god damned easily. It’s because he call you Cinnamon, my brain says. And that’s pathetic. My brain also says and I groan. Yeah. I’d thought it was cute. And it was the nickname that sealed the  damn deal for him. How fucking pathetic was I? 

I hadn’t expected an actual trip on a plane. I hadn’t expected much really. But , I guess I expected too much , thinking there was an actual connection between us. God, you’re stupid Cecilia. I shake my head as I think about his mouth on my tits, his mouth on my mouth and how good it all was. I think about his cock, railing me, how that asshole gave me a damn good fuck, best I’ve ever had and then, then gave me fucking money. 

I successfully avoid him , but catch him staring at me a few times. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Turning my head each time I accidentally make eye contact. 

I’m not sure I’ll keep this job. Would it be easy to bang some more rich dudes and make more money? Yes. But I didn’t want to be paid for sex. I didn’t want to feel dirty and cheap. I didn’t want a man paying me off and bribing me for my body the way my father did. 

“If you don’t tell your mother, I’ll get you whatever you want” he’d tell me each time he came to my room and told me he just wanted to look at me. And I’d do it, not for the things I wanted, but because I was too scared to say no. And because I know I didn’t have a choice. Because he was mean. Because he was cruel to me when he wasn’t trying to see me naked. 

As I’m walking to my car parked in the employee parking lot of the event center where Simon Sterling had just held a fundraiser, I stop in my tracks as I see him. Leaning against my car. 

My lips purse. So much for avoiding him. 

“Thought I told you I wanted to have you again tonight? And you’re trying to sneak off?” He asks with a smile. 

“Fuck off.” I say. Stopping. Crossing my arms. Glaring at me. 

“Yes. I would like to fuck off. Inside of you actually.” He says and then stands up straight and walks over to me. And I step back but let him get close to me anyways as I stop moving. 

“Did you not enjoy yourself? It sure felt like you did when you came all over my dick.” He says and I scoff. And go to move around him and he holds out his arm to block me and I shove it away. 

“Did I….say something to upset you?” He asks and I huff out a humorous laugh and spin on my heels. 

“You paid me for sex. You fucked me and threw money in my dress, like I’m some kind of hooker!” I yell at him and grab his money out of my dress and throw it at him. 

“You can keep your money Mister STERLING” I say and scowl at him as he watches the hundreds flutter to the ground. 

“Ah, so you learned my name” he smirks then walks over to me and I back up again. 

“Yeah. I learned it. You’re married. A god damn billionaire bastard.” I hiss and his lips tip up at the sides. 

“You want more money?” He asks. “Now that you know who I am, is that it?” 

“I don’t want a fucking dime from you” I hiss. 

“Fine. No money. How about another fuck? Is that what you need?” He asks and grabs my

Hip and I slap his hand. 

“Don’t fucking touch me! What’s WRONG with you?!” I yell at him. 

He lifts his hands in surrender. 

“Okay. I apologize for thinking you wanted to be paid for sex. That’s what the waitresses at this place usually …offer. My mistake. Forgive me?” He asks.

“No!” I yell. 

“Would you like me to write my apology with my tongue between your legs?” He asks and I clench my jaw. 

“You’re not laying a fucking finger on me ever again” I snap. 

“That’s a shame. Why not?” he asks and steps even closer 

“You’re married.” I hiss. “And you treated me like a hooker!”

“I like to fuck.” He says. 

I roll my eyes. “Good for you!” I spin and unlock my car door but he’s behind me and his hands are at the top of my door , blocking me in, keeping me from being able to get in my car. I turn and my body brushes against his from how close he stands. 

“Get. Away. From. Me. Now.” I bite out through my teeth. 

“My wife is aware of how much I like to fuck. She’s aware that I fuck other women. So me being married is no longer an excuse.”

“The fuck it isn’t!” I screech. 

“I’m not interested in being some rich fucks side piece!” I yell at him. 

“What are you interested in being? “ he smirks and drops his eyes to my breasts and I growl.

“Left the fuck alone.” I hiss and he presses himself against me. 

“Tell me what I need to say or do to fuck you again Cinnamon.” He says. 

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to fucking have a nickname for me, you bastard” I scowl and he smiles. 

“Quit smiling! This isn’t funny! God you’re such a fucking asshole!” I yell at him. 

“I could take it from you. Is that what you’re into? Do you want me to take what I want?” He asks and my eyes widen as he grabs the back of my thigh and lifts it and grinds himself against me. 

I shake my head and my lip trembles. 

“Please, no” I choke out and he drops my leg and steps back. 

“I’m sorry.” He says and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Please. Let me spend the night with you.” He says and I look at him. Shaking my head. 

“I’m not interested in being your whore.” 

“Then don’t be. Just be mine.” He says and I just blink. 

“God, it must be nice to be so fucking rich that you can just talk to women this way. I bet it works for you too.”

“It does usually” he says. 

I scoff and roll my eyes. 

“I want you.” He says as I turn again. 

“Too damn bad” I say as I pull open my car door and he holds it open and stands inside of it as I get in. 

“If I didn’t have a wife. If I hadn’t given you money.  Would you have spent the night with me?” He asks and I just look up at him. 

“No.” I say and lift my chin. 

“Why not?” His brows pinch. 

“Because you’re a smug asshole that’s so far removed from reality that you’ve treated this all as some kind of joke. Like I’m not a fucking person.” I say and he reaches out his hand. 

“Step back out of the car.” He says.

“No.” I say and just scowl at his hand. 

“Please Cinnamon?” He says. 

I flick my eyes up to him. 

“I told you not to call me that.” 

He smiles a little. “Why not? You like it.”

“Precisely why.” I snarl 

“Alright, what’s your name then?” 

“My name doesn’t matter, remember?” I ask. 

“Yes it does. So tell me.” He says.

“Step away from my car. and leave me alone.” I say. 

“First. Give me a name.” 

“Cecilia. Now move.” I hiss. 

He smiles. “Until we meet again Cecilia.” He winks and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t hold your breath MISTER Sterling.” I say as he steps back and I slam the door shut.