Filthy Fucker: 14:14 I can’t deny it.

I gathered the rubbish on my table and threw it in the bin as I walked past it. My boss can get fucked. I need to get my life back.

I’m so desperate that I consider asking this stranger for a ride on his potentially super long-lasting dick.

Angrily, I stuff my phone in my purse.

Chapter 3

Roman

I stared at the image the woman sent me.

Filthy Fucker.

It has a nice ring to it. She hit the nail on the head with my contact name. I put the phone to the side and get back to work.

???

Since it’s the weekend, I can unwind. I glance at my phone and wonder if it’s worth messaging one of the women I keep on standby. It’s always the same. They linger at my city apartment if I invite them there. Women do not understand what smash and dash means. It’s why none of them have ever stepped foot in my main family home.

I can’t be bothered to book a hotel for a fuck. It just seems long. I look down at my hard dick, and my mind goes back to the messages from yesterday. I wonder if she loves to fuck or if she is a prude.

Me: 7:46 What are you up to?

Unknown Number: 7:46 Contemplating murder. It’s Saturday. Why are you texting this early in the morning?

I grin at her response. Now that’s another topic I’m an expert in.

Me: 7:47 I can help you. Who is the target? I woke up with morning wood. I’m contemplating either having a wank or arranging a hookup.

Unknown Number: 7:49 Ugh. Men, you have it so fucking easy. I want to stab my boss in the dick. I want to watch him bleed out while I stomp on his balls. In his last breaths, I would sit on his face so that he could suffocate on his final gasps of air from my asshole.

My eyes widened as I read through her rant. I thought I had anger issues. My dick is rock solid with her murderous rant, but I’m also curious about this woman. I reread her message before replying.

Me: 7:52 What did he do to you to earn such a gruesome ending?

Unknown Number: 7:54 For the first time in nearly two weeks, I get to have a weekend off, and he has emailed me more work to do. He is a lazy bastard.

I narrow my eyes at the text and frown. I treat my employees fairly, but I expect them all to pull their weight. I’ve not killed anyone from the construction of the business side—yet.

Me: 7:54 What do you do?

Unknown Number: 7:56 I’m a software engineer or a programming analyst. Take your pick, but I do techie shit.

Hmm, a clever little nerd.

I added her name to my contacts list and sent her a screenshot.

Repressed Nerd: 7:58 Fuck you, but at this point, I can’t even deny it.

I scowl at her response. I would never let anyone insult me to my face or otherwise, but this woman doesn’t know who I am, and it feels kind of nice. I relax back on the bed.

Me: 7:59 Tell your boss to fuck off.

Repressed Nerd: 8:00 My friend said the same thing, but I need this job. I’m waiting for an interview date from a firm in Ireland.

If she is good at her job, she would easily get a job out there. I tend to keep an eye on other sectors, and Ireland has tax benefits for corporations. There are a lot of tech companies out there. On the other hand, I am strangely turned on by this woman and would prefer if she remained in Britain.