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“Why not? I want you to pop it. Do it, please!”
He wouldn’t do what I say. Instead, he rolls on top of me, straddles me, and goes down on me.
I gasp as he kisses the insides of my thighs, and I shudder as soon as his velvety tongue strokes my sensitive lips. I grasp his hair, afraid I’ll be blown away by the electrifying sensation. From time to time, his scruff prickles my skin, and I’m thankful he didn’t shave it off earlier.
When the tip of his tongue flicks against my clit, I moan loudly to anticipate the crushing waves roaring through my center. And when I tense, he pinches my nipple to assist me, bringing me to a climax.
I come so hard that I hear the splash when my juice hits his face.
I giggle despite myself, and he laughs with me.
When he lies down next to me, I kiss his lips and lick his face, tasting myself on him.
“God, Vivian,” Alex murmurs as he holds me tight against him. “You’re the best fake date I’ve ever had.”
I know he’s kidding, so I go along. “Good. Give me a five-star review on Yelp, please.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to have you.”
“Seriously?”
“Kidding.”
Soon, his breathing turns even, and his grasp on me loosens. I think about rolling back to my side of the bed, but I don’t want to wake him. So I lie in his arms and drift into dreamland. Needless to say, I see babies, all five of them.
Chapter 13
Alex
I’m at Trend’s quarterly board meeting. The sales manager is giving a summary of our last quarter’s performance using colorful charts and graphs on PowerPoint.
“Growth has slowed down in the last quarter. While we had 10% growth last Spring, this time, only 5%. Across market segments. The most growth occurs in sportswear instead of adult apparel like before, and the strongest consumer groups are women and men in the 50-and-up age group. This means we’re not attracting as many millennials. There are many reasons for that. The first one being our fashion design tends to be conservative, from colors to styles. Second, our items tend to be pricy. Thirdly, we haven’t taken enough advantages of technologies on marketing.”
I’ve anticipated the drop in growth but seeing the confirmation still disheartens me. I wait patiently for him to get to future marketing plans.
“We should invest more in innovative clothing lines that appeal to younger generations. We should also provide apps on our website that will make shopping experiences more personal and compelling. Finally, we should use apps such body scanning technologies to produce custom-fit garments to our consumers.”
Trisha, who’s a shareholder, doesn’t wait to express her opinions. “I object to the proposal regarding clothing styles. Since our major spenders are older adults, shifting to younger clothing lines will result in losing customers. Besides, younger consumers don’t spend as much as older ones. We’ll end up not only cheapening our brand but also losing profits.”
She’s got a point, but she might be biased as well because her brand T&T, targets older women.
I listen to a few more comments before making my own conclusion. “We’ll preserve our existing best-selling brands, cut productions on the less popular ones, and in the meantime, promote new ideas. The body scanning technologies will be a top priority among our future strategies.”
After the meeting, I return to my office. It has a fantastic view of the Hudson River. During a global economic downturn, our company isn’t doing bad at all, so I should really celebrate my success. I should order my secretary to organize a company party to thank my employees for their hard work. But I’m simply not in the mood.
Hell, I haven’t been in a good mood for a month, ever since I returned to New York from Santa Barbara. For twenty years, I’ve worked hard, had my share of failure and success, and my taste of bittersweet. I’m proud of myself until my conversation with my dad. When I was playing golf with him before my engagement party with Vivian, he said to me, “I’m glad you’re finally settling down, son. Career isn’t everything, and money isn’t everything. In fact, both of them serve the same purpose: a family.”
It wasn’t the first time my old man spoke to me about it, but for some reason, it impressed me more than ever, and it bothered me. Maybe because I felt guilty lying to him with a phony engagement, maybe it was the realization that Mike was getting old, and therefore, I was getting old. I contemplate the topic quite often lately.
I should settle down like Dad said. I should start looking for the right woman. But how and where can I find her? My thought turns to Vivian a lot, which annoys me because I shouldn’t. She’s off-limits. I shouldn’t have agreed to her plan in the first place, but I was desperate. Damn. I still can’t believe I let my self-control slip just like that. I nearly took her sweet cherry. And worst, I cannot forget her. After we left my parents’ estate, I think about her all the time, whenever my mind isn’t occupied with work. At night it’s the worst. My house feels empty, and I feel lonely in bed. When I close my eyes to sleep, I see her dreamy eyes when I made her come, and I crave her taste. Holy fuck. I’m hard even now as I remember her enticing body.
Knowing Vivian works one floor below me doesn’t make it easy. Sometimes I make an excuse to go down to speak to the fashion design director just to have a glimpse of her.
I know I could easily summon her to my office, but I don’t do it because God knows what I would do to her. I also know she would do what I want because she’s attracted to me. She did not have intimacy with me as a complement to the fake-date deal, as she jokingly put it. She did it because she wanted me. On our way back to New York, I had a hard time keeping a distance from her on the jet, especially when her eyes seemed to seldom leave me.
