Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 76: Something Is Wrong
Brent’s POV
When I skipped my morning jog and decided to stay home from work, I knew something was wrong. This was the first time in my life that I had missed either of them, and I couldn’t figure out why. At the same moment when Lara seemed ready to give up on us, the delicious dinner she had prepared for us had made me fall for her many charms. The fact that she tore out my heart didn’t change my mind about her desire for me. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. My new agony stemmed from having fallen in love with her as quickly as I had with Lily.
I was dying to have a woman over, but I’d tried it before and it hadn’t worked out so well for me. Just to be sure, I checked the number out near my phone and then turned it over in my palms on the couch several times.
The woman on the other end of the call had a strong, overly accented British accent. When the conversation turned sexual, I decided to enjoy the fact that it reminded me of Amy, especially when I was jacking myself off like a teen guy. My thoughts about Lara came to life in some manner when I saw this woman, a stranger, this morning. That’s when I sent Lara a text and called the number once more. We talked and called back and forth all day long. She gave me a fascinating story about growing up in a huge family in Georgia and then moving to the United States to complete her studies. Chelle, as I knew her, had a lot of personalities and had me captivated as I spent hundreds of dollars just talking to her about my own life. Nothing in an escort’s service could compare to her genuineness of her. If it weren’t for the chat, jacking off wouldn’t have been an option for me at all. After concluding the last call, I eventually got up and headed to the gym in my building. My muscles and joints hurt and I was exhausted before I started running on the treadmill while wearing earbuds and turning up the volume on my music. After becoming aware of the attention I was receiving, I sat back and took a deep breath. While surveying the space, I caught sight of a woman staring at me intently from the vending machine. Despite the fact that she was incredibly attractive, I felt that I had already exceeded my daily sex limit with her. Instead of thinking about the grueling ascent ahead of me, I focused on the hot shower that awaited me at the top of the machine.
The thought of Lara in my thoughts made me feel like an addicted person, and I froze in place. In my hands, she was bowed before me, open and eager, as I sat atop her. Knowing she would be so close, I rubbed my hands together even more vigorously as I closed my eyes and continued to believe in the fantasy. Screaming against my shower wall because of the manner she tried to fight back against me drove me to lash out in frustration.
Even though she’d only been working for me for a week, I fell to the floor and inhaled the steam surrounding me. I had to let go of the attraction even though it had been strong since I interviewed Lara a month earlier. What I didn’t expect was the outcome that we have now. My rationalization for not calling Chelle was that I would save money if I got some shut-eye. That wasn’t an issue, but I needed to get some sleep tonight so that I could wake up and go to work tomorrow.
As usual, I arrived early, bursting with energy after a brisk jog. Everyone was startled to see me, perhaps due to the fact that I had been absent from work the previous day. For me, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. There, I found Lara warming up her computer as she prepared for the day and greeted the other staff. No doubt about it, I made a mental effort to keep an eye out for any superfluous discussion in the building and make sure that everyone was aware of what was going on.
She blinked and looked at me, and I replied, "Good morning," in a soft voice. Even when she yawned, her skin still sparkled because she was wearing green. Now that Lara had the right to be with whomever she wanted to be, I didn’t know what else could produce the light that Lara had.
She greeted the day with a cheery, almost remorseful smile.
Inquiring minds want to know if the narrator had a good time on his day off. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke and nodded.
So, I answered, "Yeah, that’s weird," and she grinned even larger when she remembered Chelle’s voice. "We’ll make up for it today, I’m sure. How about a cup of coffee?"
In her heels, Lara showed off her outfit and chuckled as she took a step forward, making her look nearly delicious. Looking back on the week, I hoped she’d be easy to get over and fall for as she rocked back and forth with her hips showing the ass that was in my memory from the night before. With my eyes glued to the road, I tried not to notice her hips moving back and forth like the ass I had seen in my dreams the night before.
We created our own cups, and then I sat down with her to review the day’s activities. After our conversation, Lara wasn’t the type of lady to be sarcastic, and I enjoyed that. This could work out well if given enough time. In the middle of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Chelle, so I dialed her phone number, only to be disappointed when I heard her voice message. In the end, I just laughed and hung up without leaving a note, realizing that there was no way I was going to be able to act out here. However, I was inquisitive about what she was doing at the moment and decided to give her a call later. Was she employed elsewhere? With little information about Chelle, I wasn’t sure what to expect from her. She was, after all, a phone sex operator, despite the fact that she appeared to be far more to me than she was. I couldn’t help but harbor strong feelings for Lara, but I had to force myself to ignore them. I had no choice except to abide by her wishes..
I reminded Lara to pack a lunch before I left her at her desk. A warm smile spread across her face as she stared down at a phone screen that didn’t appear to belong to her company’s phone.. Even though she doesn’t use it, she has her own phone. I mean, who wouldn’t want that? That one phone number was a gift, and I’d never ask for it again. One of the New York managers ended up escorting me to a deli where he made matters worse by raving about how amazing Lara was. I nodded in agreement before we moved on to talk about the company and its goals for the upcoming year. We ended our meal on a high note, and I went back to work content in at least one area of my life afterward. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
I assumed Lara had followed me to lunch because she was nowhere to be found. Emails and impending appointments were the first things on my mind when I returned to work. It didn’t take Lara long to learn new things, but she was still getting acclimated to the fine food available in her new home city of LA. I wanted to show her more, but I couldn’t because of business lunches. When I saw that Chelle looked to be in the same situation, it gave me hope that I’d find a date soon enough! I’d had enough of fucking by this time. A change of pace was what I was looking for. It was time for me to get out for the night, and Lara seemed to be in a rush. Inquiringly, "What are you doing tonight?" As her face flushed, I queried, my curiosity piqued.
"Not at all," in response to the question. "I have no idea what’s making me nervous." I was heartbroken to learn that Amy had found a new partner before I could find out what she was hiding. She wasn’t mine in the first place, and I thought back to my own evening. Despite my friends’ persistent nagging, I was eager to speak with Chelle. They made it a point to remind me that going out was beneficial in and of itself, and not just because I was a notorious workaholic. Work was delaying me from going out with my friend Jay tonight, but I agreed to meet up with him tomorrow night.
I grabbed a burger and vowed to get back into the kitchen as soon as I got home. At home, I put on my workout gear and ate my dinner while watching hockey. With the windows wide open, I wondered if Chelle would be available for a date tonight, allowing me to hear the sounds of traffic and pedestrians.
Was she? She answered the phone on the first ring, as it turned out. As she giggled sexily on the other end of the phone, I teased her about how much she missed me. To begin with, I inquired about her day, to which she responded pleasantly. As far as she knew, I worked in an office and minimized my function as a manager, so she didn’t know anything about me. Inquiring about the woman I worked with, she questioned her well-being. Afterward, she inquired as to whether or not I was ready to get back into the relationship.
When the conversation turned to my marriage and the affair with my stepdaughter, Chelle was surprised. After all, she wondered how wonderful it felt to be fucking two women at once. With the help of my son and stepdaughter, who were now together, she even inquired as to whether I had ever been in a threesome. It didn’t take long for her to get intrigued, and she called me soon after. My attention was immediately drawn to the sound, and as the moment of my release drew nearer, I reached down in my shorts to jerk myself off the couch. I had been craving this all day, and as I shot inside of my clothes, I screamed her name, assuring her that it was all for her. As I closed my eyes, she giggled a little more.
After acknowledging that this was the first time I’d ever addressed someone in this manner, she inquired in her languid, post-orgasm voice about how I liked it so far. Then I told her I’d love to fuck her senseless in my bed as she gave out an audible sigh of contentment. It didn’t hurt that I told her how hot she was, or how every time we talked, she made me want to turn on my body and my mind. There was a lot of conversation and an increasing number of sexual encounters during the days. Using the speakerphone, I was able to hear every tremor and moan Chelle made as she played with the toys she had hidden in her room.
Throughout the next two weeks, Lara appeared flushed and weary, and I noticed that. When she had to stay up late, I was a little jealous of the guy who had her time. However, we were both cheerful, and I realized that I was riding along with Chelle’s high. A great team was formed at work, and as time went on, it became less exciting to be a part of it. As a result, I came to realize that I couldn’t have asked for a finer coworker. No matter what occurred, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.
