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“I can’t believe I left Nick downstairs. I told him I didn’t want to come here, but he has been dying to taste The Glasshouse’s food,” I cry. “Where are my underwear?”

“There,” Tarek flicks his head to the corner of his desk as he pours a whiskey into a silver cup and sips it.

I hold up the torn lace, my brand new underwear reduced to scraps. “You have to stop ripping my panties. Do you have any idea how many pairs you have destroyed.”

As nonchalant as ever he sits on the corner, with his legs spread eagle and says, “Not enough.”

I pull my dress down and pick up the hair pins that are scattered around Tarek’s desk.

Slowly, I pull myself together. I walk into Tarek’s office bathroom and checked myself. My lipstick is gone, and my mascara ran. He messed my face up, for spite.

It takes me ten minutes with the help of the little makeup in my bag to look like I was on a date again.

I step out of the bathroom and close the door.

“What’s your plans for tomorrow night?” he asks.

“Sleepover at Zee’s and you?”

“Poker with the guys. I might invite your brother.”

I nod walking to the door. “We really need to stop doing this.”

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TAREK

“You really need to stop going on all these fucking dates,” I retort. I have a plan to destroy every date before she feels happy on any.

“Bye T” Penny closes the door behind her as she leaves my office. The smell of sex mingles with her beautiful her perfume and my cologne, the scent lingers in my office. Should I tell her she smells like me now? No let her date smell that I was there.

I’ve never had sex with anyone this much. Not even close. And don’t forget, I’m going in raw. In my entire life, every hookup, every girlfriend, there was always a condom. But with Penny… After this? There is no going back. It’s the heat that gets me, the wet pulsing heat that surrounds me, that welcomes me every time I slide in. The way she grips me when I pound into her, its like she was made for me.

The thought of her round with my baby makes my cock hard. Now she is walking down the stairs thinking that she is going to have a peaceful dinner with another man. Seeing Penny with a new man at my restaurant was not on my bingo cards for the night. I was busy. Yes, I may have placed a stalking app on her phone so I can see exactly where she was. Thus, by coincidence I show up where ever she is, and we have sex.

I gave her ten minutes to get back into her seat. Whistling a happy tune, I throw on a fresh chef’s jacket and head downstairs. I step into the kitchen, ignore the staff and push straight through the doors without looking back.

I have one mission and that is to destroy this date.

As I stop behind Pen’s chair and rest my hands on her shoulder lightly. “How is everything?”

Her date smiles broadly, he is so happy to be here. “It’s delicious. Everything is great.”

Penny lifts her head and her gaze locks with mine. Through clenched teeth, she says, “It’s great.”

“This place was the right choice for our first date,” the happy-go-lucky man said. I hate him, yes, I am going to end this now.

“So, after you slobbered and sucked my kids out of me, rode me like a wild cowgirl, you come back here and sit for dinner,” I look over at her date and his ass is in shock.

“Tarek.” Penny nails dig into the back of my legs.

I take my thumb and wipe the side of her mouth. I rub the imaginary substance between my fingers and bring it up to my lips.

“It’s either my dried cum or your dried pussy juice. You were such a good girl.” I want to laugh but I have to keep it together. Her poor date doesn’t know what the hell to do or say, while her eyes are blazing in rage.

“Anyway, have a great night,” I walk away feeling happy and accomplished knowing that I left her date in shambles.

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