the planets aligned or whatever. But maybe something special did happen with Lizzie and me.
he could be more to me than just a woman I tie up and fuck from time to time.
“Maybe Lizzie wasn’t just looking for a better life for herself. Maybe this whole time, she’s been trying to ensure her friends would also be taken care of,” I state.
It makes sense. That could have been why Lizzie wanted to talk to me about her marketing ideas. It’s possible she wanted to give herself some leverage for negotiations. If she made herself indispensable at this company, then she could practically do whatever she wanted. I can’t believe I missed such an obvious explanation.
Lizzie has been looking for the best possible situation for herself, me, and the other Bennet Babes. I’ve only been focused about how to give her what she wants while simultaneously ensuring my needs are met.
But it may already be too late. I hurt Lizzie, and I don’t know if I can get her back.
I’ve spent years in the business world. And I’ve always prided myself on never misjudging a situation. I never took business owners at their word for how much their company was truly worth. I did my due diligence.
But with Lizzie, I misjudged the scenario entirely. To an extent, it makes sense. Although there is a lot I’ve learned about running a business in my life, I’m still quite the novice when it comes to actual relationships.
Don’t get me wrong, I can fuck like there’s no tomorrow and make a woman cum multiple times with just my tongue, but I still never really had to learn how to read a woman I actually had feelings for.
What can I say? I fucked up.
“Here’s something to think about. Do you really need that ‘No Fucking Coworkers’ rule?” Chuck asks.
“Of course,” I immediately respond with. But even I don’t believe myself.
The rule began as a way to ensure I never jeopardized my business. I love fucking, and I’ve seen too many powerful men fall prey to giving into their basest urges in the office. Needless to say, this would cause problems, especially if the executive in question was already married.
I wanted to avoid those pitfalls. I never want to get out of business. Even when I’m 95 years old, I hope to still be at this very office, overseeing everything.
I also hope to still be fucking supermodels at 95, but one step at a time.
“Actually, I don’t know,” I say. My rule was meant to protect myself and my fortune, but maybe I no longer need this safeguard with Lizzie. She makes me feel safe. She trusts me implicitly.
In fact, I don’t know if I ever want to fuck another woman ever again. Literally anything I want to do in the bedroom, Lizzie would be open to it.
Not only that, I can see myself actually enjoying Lizzie’s company when we’re not fucking. A lot of women are good for a one night stand, and then I quickly get bored with them.
Not Lizzie.
She can carry on a conversation. She has a genuine interest in what I do. She accepts me for who I am and doesn’t want to change me.
Lizzie is perfect, and I was a fool to treat her like she was just another escort for me to fuck and then toss aside.
“So, does this mean the famous Darcy rule is finally going off to the wayside?” Chuck asks.
“I think it does, Chuck,” I respond. “And I think I need to go find Lizzie.”
Darcy
I’m a man on a mission now. I had my limo driver pick me up, and now I’m on my way to the Bennet mansion to make things right with Lizzie. I swear to god I’ll do everything in my power to get her back.
My curiosity gets the best of me. I take out my phone and go over to the Bennet Babes cam show. I can’t stand going this long without seeing her gorgeous face and hearing her voice. I head over to Lizzie’s show, but it’s different this time around.
Lizzie isn’t alone.
She’s surrounded by the other girls. They’re all holding each other’s hands and hugging each other. They’re not close because they need to stay within the frame; they’re supporting each other.
All the girls may be smiling, but I can tell there’s uncertainty and trepidation behind those happy faces. They don’t know if they’re going to have jobs in the next few days.
“Drive faster, please,” I shout toward the driver.