Page 21 of 12 Days

Chapter 9

Alyssa

What I know so far about True Love: they are a perfume company with a unique approach to fragrance. Their unique formulas have the potential to evoke certain emotions with the individual scents. I’m still not entirely sure of their makeup, but best believe I’ll have it in my hands soon enough.

I feel like my notes on this assignment are shit so far. Literally everything I have on this company so far is what I can already read off Google. Shit. This is so stressful, and I can’t see how I’m going to get through this based on the deadline I’ve been given.

Damn these men. They’re far too distracting. Maybe I need to be blind to make it all happen.

My mind wanders. Good God. How did I act like that? I just don’t get it. I’ve always been so composed, so prim, so proper.

It’s preposterous to me that I can’t seem to keep it in my pants around these guys. Or rather, I can’t seem to keep what’s in their pants away from me. If I keep it up...fuck. I don’t even know what happens if I keep it up.

I have a job to do, and they’re annoyingly effective at keeping me from doing it. I’m distracted by them. I’m not myself. It cannot be that way. But how do I fix it?

I’m nestled into my couch with my laptop on my thighs and a glass of wine on the end table next to me. I reach for it to take another sip of my white zinfandel.

My hand pats the wooden furniture for a moment before my fingertips find the glass, but I promptly wrap my fingers around the base and bring the rim to my lips. As I tilt my glass upward to get another sip, I notice something strange.

My glass is empty. Again. Oops. I guess I need another.

I move my laptop to the end table and walk to my kitchen. The wine bottle is right there on the counter where I left it, uncorked and ready to go. I pour the wine into my glass...maybe not as full this time...and go back to the living room.

I take a sip once I’m seated back on my couch. Ugh. I still just can’t get over my day yesterday. I’ve never been so...uninhibited.

I guess I didn’t ever realize how much I might be neglecting my sexual needs as a person. When was the last time I even masturbated before these guys showed up in my life? Jesus.

I sigh as I set my wine down. I take a deep breath and try to get myself back on track. I lay my head against the back of my couch to decompress.

As my eyes close, I can see Ty, Theo, and Owen surrounding me. It’s like it was all a dream in the first place, it’s so clear in my head. I can see their smiles, I can feel their breath on my skin, I can hear them panting.

As I relax further, I get flashes of them being all over me. I see their hands travel on my body, I feel their touch and their tight grips on my tits and my ass. I can kiss them all over again in my head.

The way I felt with them yesterday was so intense, but so surreal. The me I was yesterday isn’t the me I am today. But then again, if it wasn’t, why would I still be thinking so much about it?

It’s not like I’m ashamed of any of it. It was spectacular. I might even go so far as to say I would do it again if I got the chance...but I’m scared to admit that to myself.

I can’t stop going back to them in my mind. I feel like I can’t help but want to relive it. As I imagine Ty’s hard cock pressed against my pussy, I feel my hand drift down between my legs and rub myself hard against my palm and fingers. I get a flash of Theo groping my breasts and can’t help but squeeze my tits hard.

I hear a loud CRACK. My eyes open suddenly. I sit up and immediately analyze my surroundings, and find that I just moved enough that my remote for my television fell off the arm of my couch onto my hardwood floor. Oops.

I sigh, and decide that maybe I need to get out of the house for just a moment. I’ve been cooped up in here and it’s just not healthy to be alone with my thoughts. Especially when I’m taking home more than just work, as it seems.

I stand up and grab a pair of shoes and slip into them. I return to my place at the couch for a moment and take another gulp of wine before I depart.

I step through the front door and shut it behind me before locking the door. I turn around and take a few steps down my driveway. It’s the perfect temperature outside, so I look forward to taking a trip around my block and shaking some of this bullshit.

I look up, and ahead of me is an unfamiliar vehicle.

I pause, staring at the first limousine I’ve ever seen in person. Puzzled, I start searching my head for explanations as to why it’s in my driveway.

Did a driver get lost and have to fix their navigation here? Is it out of gas? As I go through the ridiculous list of possibilities, I see the door prop open. I watch as a foot is revealed and steps to the ground, followed by the other. Slowly, I see a man rise from the car, and recognize that it is in fact Theo from True Love. Great. Fucking great.

“Hello, beautiful!” he exclaims. I can’t tell if he’s alone or if he has Ty and Owen in the car trying to get another slice.

“Hey there, Theo. How are you?” I inquire politely. “I’m surprised to see you here...I was just on my way out for a walk. I’m in the middle of some work, and I was just taking a little break so I can’t chat too long.”

“Oh? Work, huh? Is that why you’re drinking wine and fondling yourself?” Theo asks.

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