Propositioning Love

A small, ripped pair of lacy see-through panties.

Bending down to pick them up, I feel the soft material. Small and delicate, just like my Zoe.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and right now I wish I would have chained her to me. If only I knew last night when I thrust my hard cock inside of her, shooting my soul so deep in her, that she would leave me in the morning…

Leave me so fucking off-balance that I feel as if my world is shattering.

All of a sudden, the most god-awful thought I’ve ever had flows into my mind. I didn’t use protection last night. I didn’t do the one damn thing in my life I always make certain to do.

I vividly remember Roger’s crass saying.

“No glove, no love,” I mutter out. “Fuck.”

She could be pregnant with my child. She could be out in the city, sleeping god knows where.

Doing god knows what.

Without me there to keep her safe and protected.

“Fuck!” I roar as I slam a hand on the down button of the elevator. “Goddammit!”

Seven

Bryce

My mind is as dark as the swirling rain clouds that slowly descend on the city. The rain hasn’t started yet, but I can feel it in my body. It’s as if I manifested the weather to match my mood perfectly.

I’m fifteen minutes away from the SpinToLove.com office building when the rain comes pouring down in sheets. It’s one of those rains that you know will sustain itself until the clouds have fully exhausted every ounce of moisture.

The world around me fades into a grey mist of rain.

Just great, nothing is going to be right until I find her again.

Pulling into the parking garage, I find an open spot near the first floor elevator. The name on the sign reads President of SpinToLove.com. That’s me now. I own the fucking place. And by the time I’m done with it today, I’ll have it gutted to the fucking core. Hostile takeover will have a new fucking meaning. I don’t give two shits about niceties.

Not today, not now.

My phone rings just as I’m about to shut off the car.

Pushing the connect button, I snap, “What is it?”

Roger’s laughing voice comes through my speakers. “Wow, someone sure didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Fuck off,” I growl as I look at myself in the rear-view mirror.

I didn’t shave this morning; a quick shower and a ruffle of my hair was all I could stand to do. The shadow of a beard makes me look even more menacing. It doesn’t help that my eyes are empty looking, even to myself. I don’t see a soul inside them, nothing but anger.

Useless stupid fucking anger.

“Damn Bry, what the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Long night,” I say with a sigh.

Being an asshole to Roger isn’t going to fix my love life and I know that.

“Long night and I didn’t get any sleep. I’m at the SpinToLove.com office building now. Anything I need to know before I get this takeover started?”

“Ah…” he says, and I can tell he knows I’m full of shit, but he doesn’t press it. “No, I wanted to actually check on you about last night. You had me worried…”

“I’m fine, Roger,” I say. “I just need to get out of my own head sometimes. Feels like I’m stuck inside of it so much that I go stir-crazy.”

“What?” he asks, confusion in his voice.

“Nothing, buddy. I need to head in. Have you talked to Ariel yet?” I ask

“Yeah, she’s already in the HR office, going through the personnel files,” he says.

“Got a number for how many we’re going to fire?”

“About sixty-two to sixty-four percent,” he says after a pause and a smattering of typing.

“Bump it up to seventy. I don’t want to carry a single person who has the potential to be deadweight.”

“Jesus, Bry. Fuck the wrong side of the bed, you must have woken up in hell,” Roger laughs.

I need to punish something, someone, anything.

“I’ll call you after the morning meeting,” I say then push the disconnect button.

Climbing out of the car, I yank my briefcase out of the seat beside me. The panties are there in the seat.

Shit.

Grabbing those, I quickly put them inside the pocket of my suit, right next to my heart. Fuck, even I find that dumb though. Her pussy is next to my heart.

Jesus, that’s weird to think.

Walking over to the elevator that will take me up to the SpinToLove.com floors, I have no clue why I keep the damn things with me. I should have left them at the apartment. Perhaps I didn’t because they’re the only thing I have left of her.

The scent of her in my bed and a ripped pair of panties.

The office I walk into is typical of just about every office building I’ve been inside the past however many years. It’s open and inviting, almost new age in the dippy fucking internet-booming kind of way.