Hey can you do one where the reader has a crush on Matt.She is very much giving heart eyes and tries to do anything to make him happy.Matt being oblivious complains to his brother about it.Nick and Chris smack some sense into him saying how lucky he is to have someone like us care about him.Matt disagrees and the reader hears this causing her to stop not wanting to make him uncomfortable.Matt misses the way things use to be and gets jealous when learning the reader is going out on a date.At the end they have an argument and he tells her how he really feels.Lots of angst in the beginning fluff towards the end please!!
OVERBEARING - m. sturniolo
warnings: slight cursing, angst at start, fluff at the end
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you couldn’t deny it anymore. and you dont think it went unnoticed either.
the lingering gazes, to the more than normal laughter at hid jokes, or the constant acts of service. how you were willing to do anything for him. just him.
matthew sturniolo.
you thought your constant need to be near him was just you wanting to be better friends. that was until your feelings started growing stronger.
“y/n, helloo.”
you brought your attention to the voice you found yourself loving so much.
“sorry, what?”
“i asked if you could pass the remote.” matt repeated while settling down beside you on the couch. you nodded and reached over to grab the remote to hand it to him. it was around 1 AM, and it was just the two of you. nick and chris had went to their rooms while you and matt decided to watch a movie.
“want me to get you a blanket?” you whispered as matt stared at the screen to the opening of the movie.
“no, im good.” matt says. you nodded and turned your head towards the movie. about five minutes or so passed when you asked another question.
“hungry?”
“nope.” matt responds, adding a ‘pop’ to the p to exaggerate his response. you mumbled an ‘okay’. a few beats of silence passed before once again, you asked.
“are you sure-”
“y/n, please m’ just trying to watch the movie in peace.” matt sighed. he was getting frustrated by the second. after a long day of filming with his relatively loud brothers, the only sounds he wanted to hear were the actors on the tv.
but this was only one example of your persistence. you were always clung to matt’s side. following him like a lost puppy at all times.
always there to cook him up a meal after his long day, willing to do any of his chores that he just didn’t feel like doing, even soothing him to sleep on those tough nights where everything went blank.
nick would sometimes make fun of matt. it almost seemed like you were his mother with the way you acted. but thats not what you were trying to come off as. you simply just had a lot of love for the boy that you weren’t really ready to confess yet.
but for matt? he didn’t see your clinginess as a good thing, in fact he began to hate it once nick pointed it out.
on one particular day matt decided to bring it up to his brothers while they were in nick’s room.
“i just don’t get it, like she’s just always there.” matt says while pacing around the room.
“is that a bad thing?” nick asks while organizing the clothes in his closet.
“i mean it wouldn’t be if she didn’t act like im some sort of child.” matt sighed while plopping down at the edge of the bed.
“i dunno, i’d love to have someone like y/n. she literally does everything for you bro.” chris laughs while slightly nudging matt.
“yeah..” nick yells from his closet. “don’t know why you’re bitchin’ bout it she’s literally helps you with like…” nick took a pause to think. “everything!”
matt scoffs before shaking his head. “yeah well it’s nice before it gets fucking unbearable.”
unbeknownst to matt, you could hear this whole conversation. you had came to drop off some food for the triplets, and since you had an extra key you went straight in. now you would’ve made yourself known until you realized you were the topic of their conversation.
to say you were hurt from matts words was an understatement. you quickly rushed out of the house, tears streaming down your face recounting every scenario where you were overbearing.
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hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. matt hadn’t heard from you in a while. he expected to wake up to your daily morning texts, but nothing. after he shrugged that off he expected you to come over like you usually did. but once again, you didn’t.
he found himself longing for your presence more than he ever did.
you both went no contact until you came over, seeking nicks assistance since you had a date that night in hopes that your little crush on matt would subside.
you had went the whole time without speaking to the brunette. opting for a simple ‘hey’. matt was confused. why were you suddenly so distant? sure he wanted space at times but this is not what he had in mind.
matt finally snapped when you attempted rushing out their house, bidding matt goodbye with a meek ‘see ya’.
matt rose from his spot on the catch before making his way towards you. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna keep avoiding me?” matt said while crossing his arms on his chest.
you could only roll your eyes before slipping your shoes on. “i dont know what you’re talking about, but i have to go.” you spat harshly before spinning on your heel.
“woah, what’s up with you?” matt yelled, shocked at your sudden anger towards him. he pulled you back by your wrist so you could face him.
“y’know if you found me ‘overbearing’ you could’ve just told me.”
thats when everything came back to matt. instant regret washed over him as he gazed upon your solemn expression. the same eyes that used to hold so much adoration for him now hollow.
“i’m so sorry y/n. i know theres no excuse to what i said but i was just being stupid.” matt sighed while running a hand down his face. “you’re far from overbearing, in fact i...i really miss you.”
“really?” you mumbled while your facial expression softened. matt nodded before embracing you in a tight hug to which you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his waist. your date long forgotten.
“you’re amazing the way you are, and im sorry if i made it seem any other way.”
you smiled at matts words before leaning up to look at him. “just tell me next time, okay?” matt smiled and lightly pecked the side of your temple. happy to have finally gotten you back.
the version of you he loved.
and the version of you he would always cherish.
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A/N: sorry this should’ve came out yesterday but i had to study for an exam. i have also been experiencing writers block but i have a new matt series in mind so stay on the look out for that!
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𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒
Derek danforth x gender neutral reader
Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.
Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.
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“Come and sit in my lap.”
you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”
you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.
“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”
“So?”
“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”
“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.
“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.
“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.
“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”
“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.
“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.
Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.
Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.
“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.
Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.
“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.
Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.
“That was the plan,” he told you.
“Bastard.”
“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.
you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.
“No. Stay put.”
“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.
“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”
“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.
“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”
You know what? Two can play at this game.
you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”
Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.
“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”
Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.
Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.
You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.
Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.
Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.
“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.
“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”
And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.
Dammit, Derek, stop it.
His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.
“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.
“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.
“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?
Right. He gets off on humiliating me.
“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.
You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.
Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.
Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.
After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.
“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”
Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.
“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”
You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.
“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”
Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.
“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.
The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.
Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.
You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.
“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”
Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.
“Don’t do what?”
“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.
“Cum, baby. Come on.”
You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.
Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.
“Knees,” he ordered.
And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”
You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.
“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”
You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.
“And are you gonna cum for me again?”
You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.
“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”
You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.
Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.
Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.
“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.
“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.
Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.
You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.
Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.
“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.
“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”
“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.
“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”
Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.
Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.
Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.
“ Yes”
“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.
“ Ungh , yeah.”
“More formal,” Derek commanded.
“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.
“You want my dick?”
“Y-yes, CEO.”
“How badly?”
“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”
“You need your boss’ dick?”
“Oh gods, yes!”
Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.
“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”
Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.
“Derek…” he pleaded.
Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.
“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.
Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.
Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.
“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.
“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.
Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.
“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.
“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.
After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.
“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”
“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.
“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.
“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”
Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.
After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.
“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”
You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”
“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”
You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.
“That’s it, love. Good job.”
It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.
“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”
you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.
“No. Stay.”
“But-”
“Stay, just one more second.”
You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.
You felt a hand stroking your face.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”
“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”
“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.
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Who’s To Blame? (Mea Culpa) Pt. 2
Warning ⚠️ some sm*t
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Who’s To Blame? (Mea Culpa) 2
I spent my whole Monday researching Jey and finding every news report I can on him. The media was already convinced he had something to do with her disappearance. They were convinced he got rid of her. So many conspiracy videos on TikTok it was a never ending shitstorm. I have done a lot of cases, but I know this one is going to be a challenge.
That night I went home and Marc was already home, he was sitting on the couch watching a movie. I also noticed the Hennessy bottle on the coffee table and it was almost empty. I shook my head as I walked over to him. “Oh hey, you’re home. I am about to go out with the boys in a few”. Marc said as he was still watching the movie, hardly looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “okay whatever, I got work to do”. I went to the kitchen, grabbing some leftovers and warming that up for dinner. I headed to the study, closing the door.
I took notes on what I needed to ask Jey in the morning. I also went over my notes from my research. As I was looking at his file and the pictures in them, all I could think about is how fine he was. His looks were the flame and I was the moth attracted to it. Just then a knock on the door interrupted my train of thought as it was Marc, “yeah, what’s up”? I asked him. “Frankie is here, I’m heading out. Don’t wait up”. I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled “I never do”. Marc said “huh”? I said “nothin’ have a good time”. I went back to writing my notes as Marc closed my door. I was so done and so over Marc.
I put on some videos of Jey in the ring. I watched as he ripped off his shirt. It turned me on. Watching the sweat glisten on his chest, his hair dripping. His tattoos, the grays in his beard. I felt myself getting more and more turned on. I needed relief. I stood up, pulling my panties down. Sitting back down in the chair I watched the video again and let my hands roam my body until they got in between my legs. I started to slowly rub circles around my clit, letting out soft moans.
I needed more, I closed my eyes as my fingers started to slide in and out of me. I thought of Jey pounding me as I started to move my fingers faster and faster, feeling myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. My legs started to shake as I felt myself clench around my fingers wishing it was Jey’s dick I was clenching on. I moaned loudly as I rode out my orgasm, crying his name as I came. “Fuck Jey”! I cried out.
Once I came down from my orgasm, I couldn’t believe what I just did, I groaned, shaking my head. I knew that what I was doing was wrong. This man is my client and my behavior was inappropriate.
I turned off the laptop, gathered myself then went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed.
The next morning, I woke up at 8 AM to find that Marc did not come home again. I freshened up, got dressed and made some breakfast. I looked at my phone, I had a text from Jey who asked me to call him. I called him. He said “I am just making sure you are up and ready for our meeting, I am sending you the address now. I will see you at 10 sharp”. I said,”yes, I will see you at 10”. He laughed and said, “are you goin’ to show up naked' '? I sighed and said, “bye, I’ll see you at 10”. I hung up the phone.
As soon as I hung up, I got the text from him with the address. Along with a message that said, “dress comfortably, not like a lawyer”. I sighed as I looked at my outfit, a black skirt and royal blue low cut top. I went upstairs and grabbed my black jeans and a blue t-shirt. I put on my timbs. If he wants me to dress comfy and not like a lawyer, then he’s going to get the East Harlem version of me.
I gathered my things, and headed out. I pulled up to his house, It was huge. It was a home that I would dream of as a teenager. I took in its beauty from the car before I got out of the car. I then took a deep breath, grabbing my bag and headed to his door. He opened the door as I got to the top step. I noticed the ring camera. “Come in, sit wherever you want.” I smiled,thanking him as I walked into his home. It was even more beautiful on the inside.
I turned to Jey and said,”you have a beautiful home. I love the decor.” Jey smiled and said, “you made it more beautiful when you walked in the door”. I rolled my eyes and said, “you must say that to all the girls huh”. Jey smiled and said, “nah, I don’t, You the only one who actually walked in here and brightened up the place”. I sucked my teeth and said, “let’s begin our meeting”.
Jey sat across from me on the recliner, he made himself comfortable by pulling the handle back and kicking back relaxing. I couldn’t believe how relaxed and nonchalant he was considering he is the prime suspect in a womans’ disappearance. I said, “so tell me about your relationship”. Jey smiled and said, “it was cool at first, but then once we got married she wanted to be an influencer and I just wanted to come home and relax. She started getting aggressive and demanding. She wanted to record everything and not respect our privacy at all”. I watched as Jey’s face went from a smile to a frown as he spoke on her.
“I see that she caught you having an affair, what happened”? I asked as I watched Jey now sit up, his tongue licking his lips before he said. “Well the affair was just purely sex, there weren't any feelings involved. She wasn’t what I wanted in a relationship. I just wanted someone to make me feel good”. I was taking notes, trying to keep my mind on taking these notes.
“You married”? Jey asked as he pointed at my ring. “Yeah” I said dryly, causing Jey to furrow his eyebrows. “Oh so you unhappily married huh”? I shook my head and said, “we are not talking about me right now, so tell me more about this affair. How did Tierra, your wife find out about your affair with Monica”? Jey sighed and said, “Monica told her, she sent her a video of us fuckin’ and that’s how she found out”.
I rolled my eyes and said, “a video? Really? Where is that video now? How many people know about this video”? Jey said, I have the video only Tierra and I have the video. I didn’t know she was going to do that”. I opened up my folder and said, “I see Monica is in jail for extortion, was that because of you”? Jey shook his head no. “It was for another man she was dealing with after we ended things. Do you want to see the video”? I looked at Jey and said, “no, but we are going to have to add that to the evidence”. Jey nodded and handed me the phone that had the video on it.
“Here, take the phone, this phone has old messages and videos that may be useful for you”. I took the phone, placing it in my purse.
“Do you want anything to drink or eat”? Jey asked me as he stood up, stretching. I watched him as he stretched, his body looked so perfect. “Water please”. I said. As I watched Jey walk to the kitchen. “I have muffins and bagels here also. I have fruits as well.” I said, “I’ll take a bagel, thanks”.
Jey brought a tray with bagels and muffins and placed it down on the table. “Take what you want”. I smiled and said, “thank you.” I put my notebook down and reached for a bagel. I looked up to see Jey watching me. “So now that we talked about me, what’s up with you and your husband”? Jey said as he sat back down on the recliner, his eyes never leaving mine. I said. “It’s kind of private and to be honest, it’s none of your business”. Jey smirked and said, “he hasn’t fucked you good in a long time, I can see it in your eyes”.
“Are you always an asshole”? I said as I put my bagel back down on my plate, annoyed that he asked me that and even more annoyed that he could tell. “I’m sorry if I’m too blunt, it's the only way I know how to be. So is that what it is? He hasn’t made you feel good in a long time. You need someone that can please you at your command someone like-
Just then, my phone rang, it was Anthony. “It’s Anthony, I have to take this.” I said before answering the phone. “Hey Anthony, I’m at a meeting with Jey right now”. Anthony said, “great, hope it’s going well. Listen when you are done with the meeting we need to talk. Something came to my attention at my appointment with the doctor today”. Worried, I said to Anthony, “what is going on? You can tell me now”. Anthony sighed and said, “it’s about Marc……
Y’all know I love cliffhangers… I ended up writing tonight while being up late relaxing. Enjoy 😉 💜💕
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