The Chronicles Of A Brokenhearted Girl.

Chapter 2

heat pulsing through my veins. The lingering scent of his cologne was still inside my house, but the sad reality was that he was gone. If someone had told me I'd felt this way about someone other than Johnathan, I would have laughed. But there was something about him that ignited a fire within me, something I couldn't ignore. It was as if our souls were inexplicably connected, and now that he was gone, I couldn't help but feel a void in my heart.

It had been raining all Sunday—so much rain that it made everything seem so restless and gloomy. He called me "Mr. Adams," that is, he asked how I felt from drinking so much the night before, and it felt good when he did that. It's been a while since a man checked in on me. We talk for a while until we both agree to get coffee. At first, I thought he wanted to meet me outside of my apartment, but soon after I hung up the phone, there was a knock on my door. "Coming," I replied. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, which I had been trying to brush through. "Good evening," the handsome man said to me, and I hoped my shaky breath hadn't given me away. " Good evening," I replied. He smiled at me, and I swear my heart smiled back. "Mr. Adams, you're here already?" He smiled even wider, and it took everything inside my body to hold me back from straddling him. I invited him in, and he offered me the coffee.

Matthew Adams was now sitting inside my living room, drinking coffee he bought for us. "Someone pinched me because this must be a dream," I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that the handsome man I had admired from afar was now sitting in my living room, sharing coffee with me. As we engaged in conversation, his charm and wit only intensified my attraction to him. I desperately hoped that my nervousness wouldn't give away how deeply I was falling for him. I excused myself to dry my hair and put some clothes on, and in thirty minutes I was done, wearing a sexy dress, my hair dry and falling naturally down my shoulders, and I wore my face natural as I was a naturally beautiful woman. " took you long enough," he said as I came into view. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to come here, so I washed my hair thinking we were going out, then I had to dry and brush it out, which takes over and over to get done." I hadn't realized I was talking so much until he held my shoulders and kissed me. As his lips met mine, I felt a rush of warmth and desire. It was a sweet reminder of how much he loved my natural beauty, even when I took longer than expected to get ready. At that moment, I knew our night together would be filled with passion and love.

My world came to a halt when Matthew kissed me. Don't get me wrong, I wanted this, I wanted this man inside my house doing exactly this, but I never expected it to happen so quickly, especially since he has a wife. "His wife, he is married, his wife is at home," my brain kept thinking about his wife, even though I don't know the woman. I felt bad for her, but he was there in my house in this rain pouring outside. Yes, if he was happy at home, he would have been here, I told myself.

Matthew picked me up and sat on the couch with me straddling him. We didn't break the kiss; he pulled my dress strap off my shoulder and took my n*****s inside his mouth. I bit down on my lips, feeling the excitement building up inside my stomach. Moans escaped my lips and filled the room.

Matthew pulled on my n*****s until they felt sore. I was f*****g Matthew, and we were f*****g hard with our bodies pounding together, filling the room with loud slapping sounds, my moans, and Matthew's groans of pleasure.

My mind is hazy as I wake up with dream images of me straddling Matthew on my couch, his face contorted in pleasure as we f**k, bringing us both to an orgasm. As I slowly come to my senses, the vivid memories of our passionate encounter linger in my mind. The intensity of our connection still lingers, leaving me yearning for more moments like that with Matthew. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but I can't, so I get up, decide on getting ready for work, and head towards the bathroom. I do my morning routine, brush my hair, and put it into a bun. I have to stop thinking like that. Matthew is my boss; he has a wife, and I'm not even emotionally available, but Matthew is so damn sexy. The things I want to do to him so badly should be illegal. As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I remind myself of the boundaries I need to maintain. The intensity of our connection is undeniable, but I must focus on professionalism and respect for both Matthew and his marriage. It's essential to redirect my thoughts and channel my energy into excelling at work while keeping my personal desires in check.

I arrived at work a bit earlier than my normal hours. I was not expecting anyone to be there, but there he was, in his office on his computer, looking handsome as he always does. I knocked and walked into the huge office. Matthew glanced up at me and smiled. That wickedly beautiful smile that I dreamt of last night—this man will be the death of me, I am sure of it. He might not know it, but the things he does to me with that smile and perfectly white teeth make me want to kiss him and do all the things I dreamed of doing with him, but he is my boss and I am an executive in his company.

" Good morning, Mr. Adams. May I offer you some coffee or tea?" He paused what he was doing, and for a moment, I swear I saw him look me up and down. Was he really checking me out? " No, thank you; I came in early, so I made my own coffee". I simply nodded my head and smiled. It wasn't until I reached my office that I realized I was holding my breath and how much Matthew had really affected me. Just as I was about to take a sip of my tea, the line connecting Mr. Adam's office phone and mine rang. I answered so fast that I almost dropped the damn thing. " Yes, Mr. Adams, is there anything I can do for you?"

And there was, again, that long pause before his response. It was as if he knew how bothered he made me feel. Finally, Mr. Adams spoke, his voice calm and composed. "Actually, I need you to come to my office right away. We have an important meeting with a client in fifteen minutes." The urgency in his tone only added to my growing anxiety. Moving forward, I want you to prepare my schedule per month and not per week." I was about to ask why me and not his assistant, but he cut me off. That had never been done before, not with my previous boss or the one before. " This is how I want it to be done, and there is no other way. Oh, and Ms. Simmonds, after our meeting with the client, you can sit out today's executive meeting." He said it so firm and strongly that I was even afraid to ask why, but I am the head of marketing here, and I am supposed to be there. " Mr. Adams, why should I sit out today's meeting?" This time I could hear a short, soft sigh; it was sort of like a whisper: " Ms. Simmonds, do you have a restroom inside your office?" and I responded, "No." I never saw the need to have a restroom inside my office when there is one for all of us inside the building. I got up and walked to his office door, but he responded before I could knock. 'Come in.' As I entered his office, Mr. Adams gestured for me to take a seat. He then explained,looking me up and down with a look that says, You're my prey, and I will have you." (chuckles) " Well, maybe I exaggerated on that part. " What were you thinking of when you decided on wearing that outfit to work?" I felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness as Mr. Adams scrutinized my outfit. His comment made me realize that my choice of attire may not have been appropriate for the office environment. I stammered, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for my fashion faux pas. I swallowed a bit because there was nothing wrong with my outfit; it was perfectly alright for office attire. " I'm not sure I understand you, sir." He pushed his chair back and stood in front of me, sitting in a chair in his office. He leant towards my ear and whispered, " Do you want me to take you and f**k you across this desk?" I froze, shocked, and taken aback by his comment. My mind raced as I tried to process the situation and find a way to handle it professionally. Unsure of how to respond, I mustered courage. 'You can leave now, Ms. Simmonds. He said that before I could say another word. I won't lie; I wouldn't mind if he did what he said. However, I knew he was married and it was inappropriate for him to make such a comment in a workplace setting. Despite any personal feelings, I quickly gathered myself and left his office.