Page 9 of Broken Headboards
“No, you’re—” She shouts, but its too late and my cum interrupts her, shooting directly into her mouth.
But, it does more than that.
It fucking spills all over her—her mouth, eyes, chest, and even a few splashes on her tight black dress.
“Oh, my God! I can’t see! It’s in my eyes!” She screams and starts to panic. She gets up from her knees and runs into the curtain behind her.
I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh as I watch her blindly dart around the room.
A woman dressed in my cum is a fine sight, but this is fucking comical. She’s running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Fuck. I might’ve blinded her.
I grab a towel from my gym bag under my desk and hand it to her.
“Here,” I hand the towel over and she wipes herself off with it.
I zip my pants up, grabbing my briefcase and throw some miscellaneous papers and brochures into it.
“Where are you?” She says, panic still filling her voice. I look back to see her, and there’s cum still in her eyes.
I chuckle, quietly, and walk over to her, grabbing the towel and wiping more of the cum away.
See, I’m not always an asshole.
“I have to go,” I announce.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She shouts, and I walk out of my office and shut the door.
I text my assistant and two other designers, letting them know when and where to meet me. Clarendon fucking Towers, excitement and adrenaline courses through my veins as I type it out. I have a feeling this is going to be good.
I head out the office door towards the elevator. The doors slide open and I enter, but before I can close them, I see a redhead running after me.
“You can’t leave me like this…WITH YOUR CUM IN MY EYES!” She screams and then suddenly freezes. A janitor walks out of the closet door and darts his eyes between the two of us.
I swear, her face turns redder than her hair.
The janitor hands her another towel and nods his head. “You missed a spot.”
I give the janitor a thumbs up. I’ll need to make sure he gets a raise when I get back.
Fuck. Just another day in life of Austin Randall. Care to see what happens next, baby? I’d love to show you how a real man works his magic, not only with women but as a fucking CEO.
And listen, remember our deal. If you still think I’m an asshole by the end of the book, you have my full permission to say fuck off to me. But something tells me you’re going to like the ride.
