Pleasuring My Impotent Billionaire

KATIE. I walked down the busy streets of New York, even at night it was still this busy. Indeed, it was the city that never sleeps. I tucked my hands in my hoodie jacket as I watched the road before crossing to the other side, today was my boyfriend’s birthday and I wanted to surprise him with the little gift I could get. I knew he wouldn’t like this because he does not like me getting him ‘cheap’ gifts like he called them. But this was his birthday and I needed to give him a gift, even though I used the last money in my purse. I brought the little box out and smiled before tucking it back in my hoodie pocket. I walked down the street since I was out of money to take a taxi…no, taxis are too expensive. Finally, I got to the building where my boyfriend was staying. I looked up at the tall, luxurious apartment building where he was living. I met Tyson by sheer lock, he was one of my customers at the mall, and from there we hit things off. It always feels like a dream to me when I see him every time, I still can’t believe that he’s mine. After three disastrous relationships back in high school in which my boyfriend’s turned out to be completely assholes, I’d been ready to turn off men forever. Then three months later, I met Tyson. Tyson was a college student when I met him, while I was just out of high school. He was handsome, rich, charming, and wasn’t an asshole. He had the kindest heart and that was what brought the both of us together. I insisted on not sleeping with him. Because my previous boyfriends had already turned out to be cheaters even while they were sleeping with me. If Tyson was the One, then I have to make it special. I spent the last past months thinking that this was a dream, pinching myself every time to keep myself awake. But it wasn’t, it was all real. Even when things get heated up or when he is desperately in need of some release, anytime I put on the brake, he always stops. So tell me, why I shouldn't love this man more? The security at the building let me in because he recognized me. I walked past the doorman while I greeted him briefly, if it were another time, I would have stayed behind and had a chat with him for a minute or two. But I was too giddy to stay back, all I wanted to do was to meet my boyfriend as I rushed towards the elevator. You have to control yourself, Katie, this isn’t the first time you’re going to have s*x. I’d had s*x before, but never good s*x. It was all cliché and quick with high school boys, but now I have high hopes for Tyson. Kissing him was a dream come true for me, he knows how to kiss very well, and it was the best for me. His touch always lit up my inside and every day I pray that the thing between us lasts for long because if it does, then I’m done. I’m done searching for any other man because Tyson is the One for me. This man was going to be my husband, and I’m sure of it. I'm not concerned about our social differences, after all, I’m not getting married to him for his money but for my love for him. Ding- The elevator door opened, and I rushed out of it, I hurried to his apartment since it was the only one up there. I thanked god for making Tyson give me one of his key cards in case of any emergencies, and now I’m going to use this to my advantage. I’m surprising my boyfriend on his birthday with the little gift I have and myself. We are having our first s*x today after months of being together. The little sensor light on the door lit up under the card and the door clicked. I pushed it open before going in, the door closed behind me. I pulled my hoodie off, revealing the cheap sexy lingerie I got for this night, it was cheap but revealing. I pushed the lingerie down a little to show more of my cleavage. Damn, I was sure that Tyson was going to like this. After that, I took the little box that held his gift inside. I tried to imagine how his eyes were going to light up when he saw me in this, how hard was he going to be. I almost burst with too much excitement as I made my way into his living room. I was surprised not to see him there because the Tyson I know always sat on his couch doing nothing but playing games or watching TV shows. I made my way deeper into the house looking for him, I searched the little study room I created for him but still couldn’t find him there. “Wasn’t he home?” I thought. But shook my head, I called him before coming, and he said he was home, so where the hell was he? Then there was a noise coming from the bedroom, and my smile beamed. Oh, how sweet this was going to be. Sucking in a deep breath to calm my overly excited nerves down, I hurried to the bedroom door and pushed it open. “Hey, Tyson! Surpri..” The little gift box fell from my hand to click up to three times as I tried pulling my gaze from the scene in front of me. My boyfriend was practically banging another woman while I was away. The sight was just too erotic for me. And devastating. Something in my chest just…. crumpled as I took in the sight before me. This must be wrong, this could not be happening. Tyson, wouldn’t do this to me. He loves me. But just as I tried convincing myself that this must be the wrong building and apartment. Tyson’s white-ish hair came into view, then next his wide eyes that were staring at me in horror as I stood there in the doorway looking at him in the act. I couldn’t believe it, my boyfriend Tyson was sleeping with another woman.