Our Kind of Love

Chapter 7- All good

Another three more months quickly passed, and the memories of her great night hadn’t left Charlene’s mind. For the past six months, she never dared to go out alone except when Diego and Adeline were in the states and the night of her 24th birthday.

She took a week off to spend time with her brother and Adeline in Thailand for her birthday celebration. She had a fantastic night with them, and she almost decided to stay and live with them, leaving her job in the US.

“Charlene!” Damien called his secretary,

Charlene didn't budge from spacing out.

“Hey! Ms. Lee!” he called out again,

He had just finished their monthly meeting with his accounting officers, and he was livid to see the mistakes on the reports and accounts. The papers they showed him were inappropriately stated, and it seemed there were many discrepancies.

“Charlene!!!” once more, he called out,

Charlene jolted on her seat as she heard Damien’s deep voice. Looking around, her blurry eyes found no one in the meeting room.

“Boss, sorry…’ she said, looking at Damien.

She had just returned from her trip to Asia, and her body was still tired from jetlag. It was only Friday, and as much as she wanted to take another leave, she wouldn’t dare. Damien called her and asked for her presence in the office.

“Bring this to the auditing office!” Damien yelled, staring at those stacks of papers on the table.

Standing up, Charlene took the papers as she rubbed her blurred eyes. She dropped her eyeglasses at the taxi earlier, and she was now walking and working blind.

“Yes, boss,” she said before going out of the Accounting department's meeting room.

Walking hastily, she couldn't see what was in front of her until she felt a thump on her chest, and the stack of papers she was holding was now spreading on the floor. She bumped into someone out of her carelessness.

“Oh, My God! I’m sorry!” said the soft panicky voice,

Looking at the owner, Charlene smiled, “s**t… N..no, it was my fault,” she stuttered, looking to the woman she clashed with.

Staring closer, Charlene found her good-looking. The lady then bent down to pick the mess.

Crouching down, she started picking up the papers together with the beautiful lady wearing a white collared dress. Charlene was squinting as she took the pieces on the floor when she felt the entity behind her.

“What the hell, Charlene?” blurted Damien as he saw the papers cluttered on the floor. His secretary was crouching down next to a stunning, black hair goddess.

‘s**t’

She and the lady looked at Damien. The beautiful woman was petrified for a while as she saw her boss.

“Boss, I…I… I’m so sorry…” Charlene stuttered in anxiousness as she looked at her angry boss.

‘Not today,’

“No! It was my fault! I was busy on my phone when I crashed into her. I’m sorry!” the lady suddenly said before standing up, giving the papers back to her.

Before Charlene could speak, Damien roared at the lady.

“You should pay attention when you are walking, so you don’t create trouble and inconvenience to anyone here!” He spat.

After shouting those words, Damien stormed out and left her and the dumbfounded lady.

They were both shocked, to say the least.

“I’m sorry…Ms…” Charlene apologized.

“It's okay, Ms. Charlene. It's Andrea,”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Andrea. He wasn’t always like that. He’s nice, but I think Boss woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” Charlene kidded.

She kind of knew lately that her boss had been dealing with his hard-headed mom. It must be the reason. She thought.

Andy smiled at Charlene, “No worries, Ms. Charlene, do you need help rearranging those files?” she asked.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, Ms. Andrea,” Charlene said before glaring at her. Her eyes were still blurry, yet she wanted to see her closer. The woman seemed new in the building.

Andy was puzzled as she saw the look Charlene was giving her. She was squinting, and she knew she must be having eyesight trouble. She had bad eyes too.

“Is there something wrong with my face?” she asked.

Charlene’s eyes widen, realizing she acted creepy in front of Andrea.

“No! I’m sorry!... I was trying to remember if I have seen you before,” she apologized.

Smiling, “Ohhh… it’s okay, No,” Andrea said, “I got to go,” she added,

Upon leaving, “Are you working here, Ms. Andrea?” Charlene curiously asked.

“No, not yet. I’ll be having an interview in the next fifteen minutes with HR,” Andy said,

Charlene’s eyes widened, “Ohh… I’m sorry for keeping you. Best of luck, Ms. Andrea!” she said.

“Thank you!” Andrea replied.

Charlene then turned away to go down to the auditing office to continue her business.

Charlene saw Diane leaving her brother’s office when she returned to her floor. Diane was Damien’s sister.

“Hey, Yan!” she greeted the curvy, pretty young lady.

“Charlene!” Diane greeted back, hugging her brother’s trusted secretary.

“How are you?” Charlene asked.

“Great! I just visited Damien. Mom was kinda hard with him,” Diane answered, "You must know," she added.

“Oh… that makes sense now. Boss lashed out at everyone downstairs, including a new lady in the office and me,”

Diane’s mouth formed O, “Ohhh… That’s why…” she said, remembering her conversations with her brother.

“Yup, is he okay now?” Charlene asked.

“I bet he is now. I spoke to him. He seemed strange…” Diane said,

“Yeah, some work and finance issues. He is stressed, I guess,”

“Oh… okay. Anyways, I shall take my leave,” Diane bade.

“No worries, girl. See you soon!” Charlene said, hugging Diane again.

She then returned to her office to finish Damien’s schedule for next week.

“Charlene, come over here,”

Charlene heard her boss from the intercom.

“Copy, boss,” she said before standing up, taking her notebook with her.

Getting in, there she found Damien scowling at his laptop.

“Boss,”

Damien looked at his secretary. Furrowing, “Are you wearing contact lenses now?” he asked. He was so used to seeing his secretary wearing her thick glasses at work.

She was shaking her head, “No, boss. I dropped it on my way here,” Charlene answered. "I'm working blind."

“Oh, okay, I'm sorry,”

“It's fine, boss." Charlene said, "And It wasn’t the lady’s fault, boss. I bumped into her, and she was just so nice to save my neck from you,” she explained kiddingly.

Arching his brow, “Ohh…My bad then,” Damien shamefully admitted. “Is she working here? Never seen her before…” he asked.

“No,”

Widely chuckling, “Okay, I feel bad.” Damien said, palming his temple.

Charlene noticed her Boss's unusual behavior.

Shrugging off what's in his head, “Are you free tomorrow for the hotel gala?” Damien asked.

“I don’t think I have the energy for tomorrow to party, boss. I’m still tired…” Charlene honestly said

Nodding, “I understand,” Damien held, “Just remind me of my schedule on Monday and tell the auditing I needed the report today,” he said.

“Copy, boss,” Charlene said,

"How was your birthday week?" Damien asked.

"Perfect! Diego and Adeline gave me a surprise party, and we went clubbing all week,"

"Wow, I'm jealous."

"You should come with me next time," Charlene said, "Oh, thank you again for the gift, Damien. Adeline and I enjoyed our shopping spree." She added.

Damien wired her a good amount of money as his birthday gift.

Smiling, "You are welcome. You deserve it," Damien said.

"I shopped some ties and shirts for you. It's in my office. I'll bring it later,"

Wide eyes, "Wow, Thank you, Charlene," Damien held.

Smiling, "All good," Charlene said.

~

Max threw his partner on the bed. She watched him slowly removing his pants as he looked at her with a hunger in his eyes. The lady quickly removed her tight dress while he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

Once naked, he took a small foil from the bedside drawer. Tearing it, he slowly slid the cond*m on his manhood as the lady started licking her lips.

“You should know you are playing fire with me,” He whispered.

Chuckling, “I know, and I want you,” said the lady, seductively.

Max crouched down and started kissing the lady as he grabbed her nape. She moaned when his lips moved down on her neck, leaving her love marks.

The lady pulled him closer, lowering himself on top of her.

Their passionate kiss continued. Max slowly slid down her underwear before ripping it away from her legs.

“Impatient?” she asked.

Max didn’t answer as he grabbed her twins and softly caressed them. She moaned once again.

Turning, Max laid down on his back, “Ride me,” he sounded commanding.

Nodding, she sat deeper onto him and gently rocked her hips back and forth as she adjusted herself to his massiveness. Once settled, her eyes kept rolling as she held her bouncing breasts in front of her man.

Max throatily groaned as he felt his peak rise. Smirking, he held her waists as she continuously rocked on top of him.

“You are loving it? ” She whispered.

Max shook his head. “No,”

The lady felt insulted, grabbing his hands brusquely as she locked it on top of his head before swaying more slowly but briskly. The roughness made Max grin.

“I’m liking it!” he praised, earning him a wide grin from this stranger.

He didn’t even know her name. She must’ve told it, but he didn’t remember or maybe didn’t care. All he knew was she was ordering a green tea shot from the bar.

“Karlota…” he mumbled as he looked at her bright-blue eyes while her thick blonde hair sprung and swayed as she moved up and down on top of him.

The lady frowned, making her slender brows knitted.

“My name is not Karlota, ass*hole….” She said, stopping her movement.

Smiling, Max propped up his body with his elbows. “What’s your name again?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

This time the lady was truly felt affronted. She slapped Max’s gorgeous face as she straddled him.

“Bastard!” she shouted before standing up hastily, leaving him on the bed. His rigid member wiggled as she left him.

“We were together all night, and you are calling me someone else’s name!?” The naked lady yelled at him.

Chuckling, “Come on,” he said, “You were so good, I forgot your name!” he defensively added.

He was actually unable to remember her name. She was with him since she came into his bar and ordered the haunting alcoholic drink. They hit it right away after talking almost endlessly at the bar. They had a quick late dinner before bringing her to his small apartment near the club.

Flipping her finger, “F*ck you!” she screamed in her thick Italian accent.

“Si! Come back to bed, lady!” Max said, adding more insult to her.

She gave him a sullen look before picking up her dress on the floor. Then she eyed her thong lying on the bed. Stomping, on the other side, she took, but Max was fast enough to grab her hand and pull her on top of him.

Max dragged the lady and encased her on his bare chest.

“Tell me your name then…” he said to the petrified blondie.

Getting back on her senses, “Porca puttana! Let go of me!” She squealed. Cursing and trying to let go of his grip.

“No!” Max said as he chuckled,

“Vacancullo! Go f**k yourself!” she screamed again.

Smugly smiling, Max moved as he stretched his arm, grabbing the lady’s still wet honeypot. “No! I want this,” he said, palming it.

Gasping, the lady stopped wiggling as she felt his callous warm hand grab her dearest friend. Her traitorous body felt the shivers, letting her mouth a soft moan.

Smirking, Max continued his palming business as his fingers started to do their pleasuring job. He looked at the stranger, and her eyes began to roll in glory. Pushing and playing it in and out, the lady started screaming her native words in happiness.

Smiling, he thrust his fingers rapidly and almost ceaselessly. Her loud and screaming voice echoed in the room as he did his magic touch. More slipping in and out, the lady clenched, quivered, and shook on top of him as she reached her org*asm.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Dio Santo!” she shouted upon reaching her peak.

Max smiled at the once-angry lady.

Panting heavily, “My name is Karona,” she said, looking at Max.

Chuckling, “Now, Corona,” he said in a husky American accent, “It’s your turn to make me happy,” he whispered.

Karona licked her lips, smirking as she had forgotten her rage towards the man.

Her body moved downward and faced the angry member of Max.

Taking him in her mouth, the lady did her turn to give to pleasure.

More groans and curses later, Max reached his peaked, spilling and emptying himself on her bare chest.

Breathing heavily, “You can leave now, Corona,” he sternly said.

“Are we done?” Karona skeptically asked.

“Yes, I’m satisfied,” Max nonchalantly answered.

Huffing, “Assh*le!” she screamed once again before standing up. Getting her clothes once more, she stormed inside the bathroom.

Chuckling, Max shook his head. Taking his phone from beside the table, he saw another message from the unknown number.

‘You’re done,’ the message said.

Shrugging his shoulders, he called back the number. After two rings, he heard a click. Someone answered it.

“Whoever you are! Go, f**k yourself!” he screamed before hanging it up. “Bastard,” he added, dropping his phone on the bed.

The bathroom door opened, and still-wet hair Karona appeared. She was already dressed, stomping towards him.

"I'm up for more, I guess..." He mockingly said.

Getting her purse from the bedside table, she gave him another sullen look, “You’re bastard, but you are great in bed,” she said before leaning on him, kissing his lips passionately.

Breaking the kiss, “Thank you,” he said, “You know where to find me,” he added, biting his lower lip.

Karona smiled before walking away as she picked her shoes and left Max’s bedroom.

Chuckling, “All good,” Max mumbled.