The CEO’S Sweet Nemesis

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The Whispering Rose was just as packed as every other night I walked in here—Swarming with figures wandering here to there, brewing with activities at every corner you turned to. Some den of ruction, it was.

I caught some familiar faces in the crowd—There was Huncho the Fiery Mexican, Eduardo, the life of the party. Omar, the fittest, and I tell you, the list could carry on.

Women raved in the crowd, causing forth a hullabaloo as the stage lit up with male figures.

Able-bodied men shimmying underneath the stage lights, with bodies daring to gleam, which I believed had a lot to do with the body oil which they usually would apply before they mounted the stage.

I trodded my way through the crowd, being careful not to barge into some frenzied lassie.

“Emma!” Cried a voice from across the room, and only when I set my sights in that direction had I come to meet the beaming face of Bonnie Bell.

In high praises she stood, being accompanied by two male escorts all the while she accessed the activities around her.

She waved me over, never taking an eye off me for a second, and all the while I made my approach, I saw that grin on her face inch wider.

“Look how fabulous you look!” The lady squealed in high spirits, pulling me into an embrace not before she settled two kisses on either side of my cheeks.

“Well, aren’t you some liar, cause I know I must look the way I feel—a mess!”

“Oh, dear! What are you on about now?” She said to me.

“The contract was taken” I divulged the news.

And if the jaw of Bonnie wasn’t already hanging on for dear life before, it surely was now, as she gazed on at me in sheer stupefaction.

“What do you mean the contract was taken? You were in fact the best candidate!” She whined.

“Wes Fairbairn” I dropped that name, and at the mention of it, I beheld such worry her gaze pulled about.

If there was one person who knew about my history with the Alverton group, it certainly was Bonnie Bell. She had been my best friend for as long as I could remember, tossed into my path one evening I so happened to stumble upon her bar house.

It was an odd night in which I wailed my heart out to the first whom I had barged upon, who was ready to spare a listening ear, and lucks begot me in this case, it happened to be Bonnie.

“No he didn’t!”

“Let’s save the talks for some other day, I need an hour”

The gaze of Bonnie grew agonized, as if I just spoke in some odd language.

“Emma…” She hesitated.

I could feel it coming.

Oh believe me, I knew just what she tugged at.

And in a second, she soon went divulging the words hung on her throat.

“As much as the news says, you’ve just lost your mother” She made mention like I wasn’t aware of that. “Why then would you need an hour”

“To quench the agony” I dropped.

“Fetch me Diego… “ I say to her while snatching out a wad of pound notes off my purse and tossing it into her hands.

“The fella knows the right touches that leaves a lassie settled”

And there I was already setting my way down the hall, following the route hich led to the rooms where all ills were committed.

Even while I treaded this hallway, I could hear the screams of women in the area. Screams coming from women who had left their homes for the ‘Whispering Rose’ all to be served a session of undiluted passion.

The lot of these women were married, none satisfied by their spouses. And if you so happened to find anyone who wasn’t accompanied with a ring on her finger, perhaps she was just as single and lonely as Life had been kind to leave her with.

I walked in the crowd of the latter—Here to get such thrills which I wasn’t sure a committed relationship would afford me.

The screams got even louder, some a bit worrying, but I can tell you it was nothing too serious, as Bonnie’s men were all of it.

I made my way to the Executive suite, getting all too comfortable in there while familiarizing myself in the space.

Not too long a minute after I walked in there, and the presence of Diego loomed over me.

I spun around to that figure, being welcomed by that dimple with sunk in the corner of his cheeks, as he pulled a grin for me.

He was never short of a smile while in my company.

Oh, bless the gentleman’s soul! But I for one considered him a proper man, if only the circumstances of life didn’t have us crossing paths at the Whispering Rose. Perhaps, it would have been a different story.

He leaned even closer to me, those eyes of his never skipping my weary ones for a second.

He smelt just the same as every other day he was in here with me—Coconuts.

Bonnie had a thing with making sure her men smelled great. It was a tactic she used in making certain her female customers came back for more.

She was in fact a businesswoman—A businesswoman who knew just the right strings to pull. And perchance, I’ve got a few things to learn from her.

I watched Diego strip before me, going all bare, and all the while he made sure to give me a show, I couldn’t help but feel the longing in me all while I waited for this to come through.

There was something about Diego. Quite different from the rest I had been with here at the Whispering Rose, I can attest to the fact that he was slowly becoming my favorite.

But I never did favorites! Of course I made certain of that all the week I stopped by, seeking for the services of a different fella.

If it wasn’t Rico today, it would be Williams tomorrow, and if it wasn’t Williams, surely it would be some newbie who went by the name Adolf. Take it from me, I don’t believe Adolf fancied the job so much.

I mean during all sessions we had together, he would seem a vibrant soul, but having concluded business, he would then return to being the moody self everyone knew him as.

He differed from the rest of the men here who saw this job as some escape to joy undefined—Having to meet with multiple ladies daily, and all the while being paid. It was the dream of any gentleman.

And so I tell you, there was no succumbing to one in particular, so with that being in mind, I Pulled Diego to me, trailing my lips from his neck to the path of his crotch. He welcomed my lips ever so lightly, lips trailing around every bit of my body in sheer longing.

Those hands of his had grown familiar with my curves, made to know all that made me, and all the while they were getting too comfortable, I pushed him onto the bed, laying him flat on the sheets.

I loved how his eyes lit up in longing, speaking how much he craved this.

I came atop him in a straddling position, placing my legs on either side of his torso, and while I snatched the Rubber protection of the bedside table, helping him to it, I carried on with the only thing that had brought me into a room with the fella.

His body went relaxed the instant I claimed control of him, slowly taking him on a jaunt of delight.

His moans came light, slowly, and soon enough, all that came pouring from his lips was my name in pure ecstasy.

I pinned his hands flat onto either side of his head, bopping my body up and down his crotch on a Sally that pulled about thrills.

He reached to rest his hands on either of my butt while I galloped atop of him, but at once I returned them back to where they belonged, carrying along with our business.

I could feel the ecstasy claim me. Oh how much it had been away, and while it came to settle, Diego thought to rain kisses all around my bosoms.

He created a trail to my neck, inching toward my jaw, and while he thought to lock his lips in mine, I pushed him back onto the bed, for a second jolting him to where we were.

The moan left my lips in an instant.

It began in a whisper, and soon enough it was all which filled the room, overriding Diego’s. The fella could feel the joys which begot me as he thought to flip me over, but I was firm on having my stay in that same position.

I was always certain of it.

I had paid for his time. Paid for a jaunt of ecstasy, and whatever was to be put up, they all knew better.

I claimed control of him, giving him an even better titillation than every other last time we were found in each other’s company.

The night ended with me leaving my finger marks onto the skin of Diego, and the produce of our intercourse on Bonnie’s sheets.

“You can leave” Those were the words I muttered into Poor Diego’s ears the minute I had amassed every ecstasy ridden.

I watched the fella pack his things, turning around to gaze at me one last time, perhaps, hoping some day, after our meet, I would ask him to stay another hour longer, snuggled in each other’s hold, and perhaps we could act sane like every normal person.

But I believed at this point I had scaled the bridge of being normal. For tell me what was normal about me going to pay for men to warm my bed.

Mother would turn in her grave—perhaps, not as one would think. She surely would be happy not one fella made a companion of mine. Surely she would be happy that I kept in check all which I wrangled with— that was in fact all she wanted of her daughters, to have an influence over every man who stumbled her way.

But was this what she would have wanted? Never!

Yet, it was that which made up my life now, and while the guilt gnawed at me, I couldn’t rid the pain which englobed my being while memories of mother came flooding my memory.

I couldn’t get rid of her face every time I closed my eyes, and soon come, the tears came claiming me.

I cried for pain, I cried for distress, I cried till my weak heart could no longer cry.

I cried for mother.