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As soon as I find myself getting more into it, it ends. Tyler pulls out of me with one last slap across my ass, wiping the head of his cock on my lower back with a chuckle. I can hear him getting himself together, and without another word, Tyler walksout of the office, waving the tablet as he strolls by the huge glass window, tossing me a wink for good measure.

I pull my pants up and look around at the scene in front of me. My bent letter opener with the scratches to my desk drawers, papers all over the place, making me wonder what he was looking for.

Instead of dwelling on Tyler, I power on my laptop to change the security code and schedule the locksmith to come change the locks on the front door. As I walk back to my car, I can still feel him inside of me, pounding into me like a madman.

Despite how much I admittedly enjoyed it, I can't stop the rage building that Tyler got the better of me. He doesn't deserve this win after firing him earlier. He doesn't deserve to take anything from me, let alone sex. He's going to regret this night. He's going to learn what it feels like to be violated, stolen from, taken advantage of. He doesn't get to win.

CHAPTER 4

Tyler

The way Natalie's pussy feels sucking my cock in and out has me ready to forgive and forget. Although, there's a part of me that can't stop looking over my shoulder as I make my way to my car. My heart thumps against my chest. I want to go back for another round. I didn’t expect her to feel that good or responsive.

Yet, I know to let it go. I have to get the hell out of town. Natalie Logan isn't the forgive-and-forget type. She makes sure that whoever she fires never works anywhere or with anyone she has connections to.

Once I'm home, my meager studio apartment suddenly seems sparse enough that I can throw a bag together, hop in my car, and head west. California's the perfect place to start over. However, there's something nagging me. I don't want to run even though it sounds like the best decision.

I resolve to sleep on it and if something tells me to leave, I'll get out of here first thing. I don't know if I'll even head for Los Angeles. I can go to Atlanta, or rent a room in New York while I figure things out. The world is open for whatever I want to do.

I might as well get a game plan together, turning on the tablet. I hate that Natalie interrupted me. I could have so muchmore to go on. I'm hoping that I can salvage enough intel off the tablet to get a few meetings lined up.

The device powers on and immediately the lock screen demands a password. I put in my password only to see the screen reject it. The rectangular space shakes and asks me to re-enter the password. I try it again and then I try Anderson's. None of our passwords work.

I text Anderson just to see what's going on. The reply I get back is enough to make me want to smash the device against the wall.

Anderson: Sorry bro. Nat changed all our shit. I don't get mine til 2mrw

Fuck.

She's moving fast and I can't blame her. I'm over it. At least I got to feel the soft walls of her pussy clenching around my dick. That alone makes me feel better about today. No job. No leads. No contact information. I'm not even sure if I want to be a talent manager.

The rules aren't going to change whether I'm the assistant or the owner. I don't want to be any celebrity's lapdog. Anyone with the least bit of success is going to have demands I'll have to meet if I want my percentage as an agent. After today, it doesn't seem worth it.

If I pack up and leave this place behind, I don't have the slightest clue as to what my next move should be. I let the TV keep me company as I get a beer from the fridge before plopping down onto the couch.

Three beers later and I can barely keep my eyes open. Flashes of Natalie's body swarm my brain. The image of her arching her back into me, taking my dick like it's the best dose of medicine she ever needed, is constant. I find myself getting hard again, ready to rub one out to our time together.

The doorbell ringing forces me to sit up, alert and cursing that I won't get to resolve my looming erection right away. It's barely midnight.

"Who is it?" I call as I approach the door.

Silence.

I look through the peephole to see no one outside. Maybe I imagined it. My gaze shifts to the TV that's still playing. A commercial, maybe?

But, as soon as I turn around to walk back to the couch, the doorbell rings again. Anger surges through me, and I growl and yank the door open. A sound at the end of the hall forces me to turn to my left, but before I can look to the right, I feel it. The sharp pain of electric volts hanging onto the pleasure of my dying erection shakes my body to the ground.

My heart pounds at a hundred miles a minute before my eyes close just as a shadowy figure stands over me.

Fuck.

It feels like I'm floating.

"Hey, put me down," I say to the person dragging my dead body weight back inside my apartment. "How do you… Why?"

"The short answer is tit for tat. You took something from me, Tyler. I'm going to take it back." The voice sounds so far away.

Delirium is setting in as I push myself to my feet but stumble before falling onto the couch.

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