Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 79: Speechless
Lara’s POV
When he finished, his final words left me speechless. Was Philip interested in meeting me, or was he just trying to get my attention? I didn’t mean to offend anyone. It was a blatant infraction of the guidelines. Even though I had a million reasons why it couldn’t happen, I couldn’t help but let the thought sink in as the waves lapped over me. Is it possible for me to do that? For one night, would it suffice, or would we both want more? Is it possible for him to hide my true identity from me? If he said that, I wouldn’t be shocked at all. To be clear, I had no intention of taking this to a physical level at any point. Phone sex appealed to me because of the privacy it provided and the ease with which I could hide my true identity. When I hung up, I thought it was the end of our relationship. That is until Philip called the first night. As Brent began to change my personal life, this changed everything. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly as a tear trickled down my cheek. Until my body was completely still, I listened intently to his voice. "It is possible that I will not be able to meet with clients, Philip?"
"Why not?" He argued, "This is more, and you know it," as I pressed my lips together. Both men were out of my reach, and I was heartbroken.
As I waited for the pain to begin, I said, "This is work." It’s not that I don’t like you; I just don’t want any more conversations with you. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized I was lying to both of us. I had fallen for Philip early on, much as Brent had. In other words, I want Philip to discover who he really is. In my opinion, someone else deserves all of this, but I am not that woman. I don’t even think about meeting the clients because this is just a job for me. I’m the same way with a lot of men." I’m in terrible pain."
"Oh, I see," I respond. When I started to care more about you, it was an error of judgment. "What steps are you planning to take? When you can get your hands on the real deal, why keep flirting with men you don’t know?"
Stop it, I begged, my voice shaking from the tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Is Chelle crying?" I’m curious, so I’m going to ask. As his tone softened, I leaned back against the table and held my head in my hands.
The plan has to be followed, Philip. I can’t allow my emotions to get in the way of my hard work for my future. "I can’t just meet you without thinking about the consequences," I said as I drew my knees to my chest.
Both of us will have to take a chance on this.
For the last few months, Chelle and I have been talking on the phone a lot. Something is nagging at me, and I’d like to learn more about it. There will be no more losses for me. "I have already lost one girl, and I will not lose another." As I remembered the woman with whom he worked, I chuckled. "When it comes to you, I’ve lost a lot more than that."
In the midst of his sigh, I said, "I’m not sure." My expectations were blown out of the water, and things were moving way too quickly. The thought of leaving my safe, protected ledge made me nervous and terrified all at the same time. Because I was well aware of this.
As I hung up the phone, I realized that if I stayed in my bubble, I wanted nothing more than to be the girl on the other end. Having already pushed Brent away, I was unsure if I wanted to do it again in this situation, "Philip, it has the power to transform the world."
"It has the potential to be a great success." The two of us will be alone in a quiet location. His assurance that "No one will find out" made the deal even sweeter. As I imagined us in a hotel room together, acting out every fantasy we’d discussed, my hand slipped back between my legs. I let out a low breath as I slid my fingers over my clit, wet and ready for him. It’s possible that "Baby, we could spend the entire night getting to know each other."
"Do you have your hands rubbed together in a ritualistic manner?"
"This is the kind of thing I could do for hours on end listening to you, Philip." I said, "I always feel turned on thinking about you," as I slipped two fingers inside. When I’m not on the phone, I do it. "I think I’m hooked," I said.
"I’m just as addicted. I’d like to get to know you a little better. To keep you occupied for hours, I’ll find you the best room. Chelle, I can’t wait to see you face-to-face." For the sake of making me scream and clutch at my hand in desire, Philip continued to whisper. He pursued me, and I sank into my pillows, taking a deep sigh of relief. He was the only one who could satisfy my deepest desires.
"Okay, I’ll take care of it. When I heard my own words," I gasped.
"No, I don’t think so." He inquired as I squinted my eyes.
Being fully cognizant of impending insomnia that would ensue for weeks, my response was unequivocal. The list of things I needed to do, from going to the salon to getting my hair waxed to dropping a few pounds, was long.
In the midst of my nervous laughter, Philip promised, "I’m going to use that time to make it the most memorable night of your life. Can we still talk before then?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"Yes," I said, smiling as he agreed. "I couldn’t live without it."
What was it that I had in mind when I set out to do this for myself?
Until the early hours of this morning, we talked. Why not? It’s Friday, so it’s a good excuse. He drank beer and I drank wine as we talked about our night together, which led to more sex. Things were going to get a little crazy because we didn’t have any ground rules. In our previous conversations, we’d discussed how I was open to being fucked in any way he wanted. I had no idea what Philip’s appearance would be. There is the possibility of him being old or unattractive. There was nothing else we could do. The huskiness of his voice, as if it were promising sin in the best possible way, was all the evidence I needed to recognize him as not ugly.
Every free moment I had was spent chatting with Phil. We went through the planning process several times, each time giving in to a different set of fantasies. Every day at work, I became more anxious, tense, tired, and jittery as the days went by. There’s no way this has been forgotten. Brent, on the other hand, appeared to be in the same boat.
At the time, I was working on a project and sipping another cup of coffee at my workstation. "Lara, how are you doing? In my opinion, you’re a little...erratic. Is there an issue?"
As a side gig, I write short stories and blog posts for a few clients, and he inquired about it. When he asked if I was overworking myself, I shrugged and admitted that the extra money allowed me to get ahead of the game while I was still young. I didn’t see the desire in his eyes as he looked at me and nodded, telling me that he appreciated a woman who worked hard. When he mentioned that he had a friend like that, I realized he had fallen in love with the person. I was both happy and envious when he looked at me with genuine respect before telling me to take care of myself. At this point, the only thing left was respect.
During the second week of waiting, I began my pampering. I was delighted with the way the honey and caramel highlights bounced around my shoulders after I had my curly hair trimmed and highlighted. For the hotel, I decided to change up my style a bit by purchasing a new dress for the occasion. Before I stripped it off and handed myself over to Philip, I was wearing a plum silk slip dress with tiny straps and a short skirt that I planned to cover with a long black cardigan for my own reasons. My plan was to wear it with black heels to match the color of my mascara that night.
Before going to bed, I also had a Brazilian wax done, which was painful but worth it in the long run. I planned to expose Philip’s skin to him because I knew he enjoyed it. After Brett saw me for the first time with my new haircut and color, he gave me a warm smile. At that moment, I blushed in recognition of his discovery despite my Philip fog, and he said, "You’re very pretty," as I blushed in return. His handsomeness and desire for me made me proud of him. He spoke in a manner similar to the one that reminded me of Brent even though I didn’t know what he looked like. What a lucky young lady you are!
"You’re welcome," I said, my smile widening.
Brent said, "You seem so happy," as I shook my head.
"As long as that happens, I’ll be happy. The fact that it’s new should be obvious." The same expression was on his face as he nodded.
"Ah, I see now. Thank you for your encouragement, Lara, and I hope you achieve your goals. This is something you’ve worked hard for." Seeing how well Brent and I worked together again, I returned my attention to the report I had opened on my computer. I was having fun at work and felt good about myself for putting my night job on the line to meet Philip. My job as an operator was in jeopardy as a result of the situation. Initially, I thought I had no choice but to meet him, but why couldn’t I instead do something else? In the course of time, I grew more comfortable with the idea.
