Marquise

“Yes, baby. Such a good girl. Fuck!” I shout as my cum shoots out and fills her. I pray for the day that she tells me she is carrying my seed. I pull out with her cream and mine, spilling out onto my desk.

“Shit. I need to clean your desk off.” she chuckles, not caring.

“It’s okay, Goddess. Go and get cleaned up, I will take care of it.” I kiss her forehead before she walks out. Something about the action always feels intimate. I spend the next five minutes cleaning myself and the desk. I am reaching into my drawer to pull out the notes for my meeting when Chrissy’s desk phone buzzes. Since she is still getting herself together, I answer her phone.

“Mr. Roades, your next appointment is here.” right on time.

“Thank you, Ingrid. Please send them in.” Reading over the file and looking for the name of the new client, I hear a voice I haven't heard in two years.

“Well, well, well. Don’t you look just as delicious as ever.” I can’t stop the look of disdain that crosses over my face.

“Faith, what are you doing here?” Faith was a client of mine two years ago. Her husband was one of our biggest investors. When he passed, she came to see if she could retrieve his shares. I tried to work with her in the beginning, but it soon became clear to me and my brothers that what she was really after was me. I ended our work relationship right then and there.

“I wanted to see you. It’s been too long darling, and I see you haven’t found someone to give you what you need. I told you I would be willing to….” before she finishes, I see Chrissy standing by the door. I don’t know how long she has been there, but I can tell by the look on her face she has heard plenty. I stand, about to go to her when Faith turns around and notices her.

“Who are you?” she asks, her voice snooty and annoying.

“This is my assistant Chrissy.”

“Oh. When did you fire Lanissa and is this why there is a desk in your office? Since when you do have them in here?”

“That is none of your…”

“Well you might as well make yourself useful. Run down to Starbucks and get me a caramel Frappuccino. Tell them to make it an adult one.” she dismisses Chrissy with a flick of her hand and everything in me gets defensive. I see the question on Chrissy’s face, half wondering if she really should and the other half wondering if I am going to do anything about it.

“Don’t fucking move from that spot, Chrissy.”

“Faith, you do not get to come here and order my employees around. I thought I made it clear that you are no longer welcome here. Leave Faith, and don’t come back.” she walks towards me, slowly contemplating if she could make one more plea.

“Marquise, darling. I know everyone there is to know in Chicago’s business and elite world. I could be...” she reaches out to touch me and I grab her wrist before she can. My skin is crawling with the thought of anyone but my Goddess touching me. My eyes go to Chrissy, pleading with her not to read anything into this situation. Once again too observant, Faith notices. “Really?!? Her? What the hell can she give you that I can’t? Is she even...anyone?” I need to get her out of here and go to Chrissy.

“Faith, do not ever touch me. If I were you, I would leave and never come back. You are going to be placed on the restriction list. Now, get the fuck out before I have you removed.” she shoots daggers at me, before walking towards the door where she stops and looks at Chrissy and then back at me.

“Good luck trying to fit this one into your life.” with her parting shot at the most important person in my life, she walks away. Immediately, I go to her and see her cheeks are wet.

“Baby, why are you crying? You have to know not to listen to her…”

“The thing is Marquise; I know what she is saying is true. I am no one and have nothing. I have...no one and don’t fit into your life. Deep down I knew it, but I managed to fool myself into thinking somehow that I could. Telling myself that I mean something to you. What a fool. I can’t…” she doesn’t finish before turning and running towards the elevator, her tears leaving a trail of panic. I know if she gets away from me, I might never get her back. Running after her, I ignore the whispers and shocked voices as I yell her name down the hallway.

“Chrissy, please. Stop. Talk to me Goddess. Please don’t walk away.” I get to the elevator just as it closes. Instantly, I run towards the staircase and head down them determined to catch her. As I make it out of the building, she is jumping into a cab and gets lost in a sea of downtown traffic. Falling to my knees on the sidewalk, the air leaves my lungs and suffocation takes over. The things I could see clearly are now blurry and without color.