Page 54 of The Monster I Loved
I gave him a mock-frown. “Who?”
Henry chuckled. “Why not just marry Summer? Shit, you enjoy arguing with her more than anything else you do.”
I grimaced. Why did he keep bringing the conversation back to her? “The list of reasons is long, and the last entry would be that Summer tried to kill me.”
“With what? Her pussy?”
Naturally, I’d told Henry about that night’s events. At first, he didn’t think it was funny. His main takeaway was that she could really try to hurt me next time. That’s because he didn’t see how she’d clung to me that night as she bounced up and down my cock. There was no way she could go through with hurting me after I’d made her feel that good.
“I take it that smile plastered on your face is for Summer.”
Ignoring him, I answered his earlier question. “I’ll marry Melissa.”
Henry shook his head. “Take it from me, a bad marriage can make you do some crazy things. You’ll both be miserable, get divorced, or worse, become your parents.”
Leave it to Henry to say the very thing I fretted about. A lump of coal sat in my stomach, making it harder for me to force down the remaining mouthfuls of my meal.
After paying the bill, I said goodbye to Henry and headed back to the office, feeling far more unhappy than I had on the way to the restaurant.
As I cursed at stop signs and bad traffic, my mind kept wandering back to Melissa and what the hell I should do about her.
The moment I arrived back in the office, a groan left my mouth the second I locked gazes with Melissa. Going from thinking about a woman who made my cock excited to one whose scowling face made me want to crawl into a hole gave me whiplash. Melissa didn’t have to say a word; her just being in the same room was enough to drag my mood through the floor. It was like she had been sprayed with dick repellent or something.
As I dropped into the chair behind my desk, I felt Melissa staring daggers into my soul, and my mind traced back to what Henry said,A miserable marriage is a lot harder than you think. Seeing as I’d been here for less than a minute and already wanted to clock out, I wondered if there was more truth to his words than I would’ve liked to admit.
“I asked your father, and I understand why Summer is here.”
Great, that meant we had nothing to discuss.
Mimi opened her blouse, lifted, and rubbed one of her perky tits. She hopped on my desk and lifted one leg, so I could see she had nothing on under her skirt. A fuck on my desk was typical for us; the thrill of slamming my cock into her while the employees outside were oblivious usually got me off, but today my dick didn’t respond.
“I have work to do. Let’s meet later.”
Shock filled Mimi’s face for a moment, but as soon as she’d recovered from the rebuff, she slid a finger down her clit. “Why do later what you can do now?”
My cock sort of twitched, but I couldn’t, not with Summer right outside. Shit. Why did I feel like I was cheating when the one I was engaged to was inside the damn office?
“I have work, Mimi. I’ll call you.”
Flabbergasted, she slid off my desk. “You haven’t given me any dick in a few days. So, because your ex is outside, my pussy no longer does it for you?” You couldn’t downplay the burning in her eyes. Plenty of men would kill to see a woman this desperate to get banged by them, but her antics honestly did nothing for me at the moment. It was like staring at a mannequin in a bikini.
“Keep your voice down and relax.”
For three whole minutes, she went on about Summer needing to go, that she’d ruin our plan. Then she grabbed my cock and tried to jerk me off, but no matter how hard she rubbed my dick or the tit in her other hand, it didn’t get me hard.
When Mimi realized there was no hope, she stepped back, and I tucked my cock back into my briefs and zipped up my pants.
“Work has me stressed. Let’s do this another time,” I lied, knowing full well I’d rather never deal with her. This postponement only meant I was pushing the problem off until later, which filled me with even more dread.
“Sure.” For a second, it looked like Mimi would say more, but she fixed her clothes and stared at the door. “You need to get a pill or something, since you can’t get a hard-on?”
“Pill?” My cock had been hard as hell earlier when Summer had stood in front of me, surrounded by the other employees. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her. The bouncy blonde curls and fitted skirt that hugged all the right places. Her eyes had sparkled when she had laughed at something someone had said. When had I last seen her laugh at something I’d said, I’d found myself wondering. I mean really laugh?
At the time, I’d desperately tried to shake those thoughts from my mind, not wanting her or the others around to know I hadn’t heard a word any of them said the last few minutes. It hadn’t been easy. Every time I tried to focus, my eyes kept drifting to Summer. Her breasts had gotten bigger during my time away. The split in her skirt was unusually high. Were her legs always that long, or were those shoes contributing to the fact I could picture myself with them wrapped around me again?
My mind returned to the present, and I remembered that Melissa and I were still alone in my office. How long had I been thinking back to that moment with Summer?
I didn’t need a pill now.
