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“Weston,” she whispered.

“Nah...what is it, Taja?”

I placed my hand on her waist, adding a tight grip, and pulled her closer. Again, her breathing shifted. She tried her best to avoid looking into my eyes. I saw her exposed neck and went in for the kill. I placed one small peck on her neck, and her body shuddered.

“Taja...she was nothing.” I placed another peck on her neck. “Compared to you.”

Before I could fully attack and give her the same bruises I had covering my neck, she moved. She cleared her throat but still didn’t make eye contact with me.

“Weston, that was a one-time thing. I’m not telling you this shit again. Keep your hands to yourself. I have a boyfriend now.”

I rolled my eyes. This was the same song and dance with Taja since she’d started working here, and it was making me more and more frustrated.

“Whatever, Taja.”

“The interview won’t be personal. Just make sure you reconsider it. Bye, Weston.”

She bolted out of the door and didn’t look back. Even though Taja and I didn’t see eye to eye in the workplace, the sexual tension was built up and continued to build.

* * *

I pulledout the expensive red wine, filling it to the brim of my wineglass. My body needed water, but after having to please two women, wine was what I had a taste for. It had been a while since Tamara came over, and I had a lot of frustration built up. In the past, she had allowed me to have all the fun I wanted to. This time, she brought her best friend, whose name I can’t remember, which made it even better. I looked over at them. Most people would think I was living my best life having two women in my bed, yet I still wasn’t satisfied.

The only thing I could focus on was getting more money. It had been a while since I was excited about something that didn’t involve money. I was the CFO of a makeup company, TRU, which catered to all different skin complexions. We sold in all fifty states and even in other countries. We were big and growing every year. We were even extending our products to include skin care options. Money made me happy. That was the only consistent thing, and it wouldn’t switch up on me. I could buy anything I wanted, and it got the job done.

Women flocked to me, and many people wanted to do business with me. I wouldn’t say I was arrogant but confident. I worked hard to get to where I was, and I wasn’t jeopardizing it for nothing. Most people assumed I was arrogant, a workaholic, rude, and uppity. However, I disagreed. I was confident, loved what I did, and didn’t take shit from no one. Plus, everyone I encountered only wanted one thing. My money. I built walls up to make sure I was mentally protecting myself from those people. That included friends and family.

I sipped from my wineglass and enjoyed the bitter taste on my tongue. I finished chugging the wine before making my way back to my bed. My dick rose as I thought about how I was about to interrupt their nap. Before I could climb into my bed, my work phone notified me I had an email. I rolled my eyes and cursed under my breath once I read the email.

I accepted the meeting and threw the phone down. I must have made a lot of noise because Tamara stirred under the covers.

“Mmm...is everything okay, baby?” she asked while her breasts came spilling from under the covers.

“I’m straight.”

“Get back in bed. I...she misses you.” She winked while she patted the area between her legs.

I smiled, quickly forgetting about the meeting invite and crawled back in bed between the two. Tamara’s friend stirred in her sleep when she felt my body beside hers. She lifted up with a smile on her face. She leaned over, heading straight toward my lips. Immediately, I threw my hands up, stopping her from landing her lips on mine.

“Tamara, get your girl,” I asserted in a stern voice.

“Dani, Weston doesn’t kiss. He hates it, so please don’t kiss him in the mouth.”

“Plus, you just had your mouth in places that if your mama and daddy found out, they would disown you,” I added.

“I’m sorry,” the friend expressed. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Do what you did an hour ago with your mouth, and all is forgiven.”

She smiled and crawled under the sheets, and Tamara followed suit. I smiled from ear to ear and relaxed, with my toes curled. Yet, I still wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough. I’d craved Taja since that night, and it pained me when everything between us turned professional. She was the first thing I experienced in a long time that made me feel truly relaxed. Taja clarified that if she had known I would’ve been one of her bosses, she would’ve never crossed the line, and now that she knew, she couldn’t risk her career. However, on my end, I was suffering, and I needed her.

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Taja

Iread the rejection reply to the invite I sent to Weston, and I immediately became annoyed.

“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” I angrily ranted, hitting my steering wheel as I drove home.

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