The week had gone by pretty fast. On Monday, I met with
my lawyer slash friend to sign the paperwork for me to take over the
multibillion dollar company (gas, oil and electronic corporation). Tuesday, I met
at the headquarters in the city with my now former coworker and former owner of
the company. We spent the rest of the week with him teaching me what I needed
to learn, authorize, relegate tasks to; that kinda thing. I received a company
smart phone so I could be reached by those just below me (I learned that I was
the president and CEO of the company) as well the funds to purchase a new
personal cell phone. I kept the same number and upgraded to an iPhone. I didn’t
pay the bills for either phone as the president and the CEO of the company; the
billing department took care of it. I was grateful for that because it was one
less bill for me to worry about but it didn’t matter because I learned in a 6
day work week I earn $40,000 and in a 5 day work week I earn $37,000. I also
get direct deposit; I get the money deposited into my account EVERY Saturday
which starts the Saturday of my first week.
This week, since I took over the company on Monday and
worked until Friday, I earned $37,000. I was a bit shocked but pretty grateful.
I planned to pay off my student loans first thing Monday morning; that is,
after Vin leaves to head back into New Jersey for work.
Friday, I was able to leave the office half an hour early
to head home. On my way out the door, I used my iPhone to text Vin to tell him
to bring his motorcycle helmet when he comes. I took another shower, threw on
my only pair of non ripped and non stained jeans, put on my favorite red shirt –
it’s a little low cut and slightly form fitting – and put on my leather boots
that I normally wear when I ride my Harley. I did my makeup and finished my
hair.
Since I had some time to spare, I opened a bottle of
Chianti to let it breathe, grabbed Gramps’ leather jacket (that I had refit so I
could wear it and had pockets added to it), grabbed my wallet, both phones,
badge, gun and motorcycle key. Just as I grabbed everything and placed them by the
door, the doorbell rang. I looked through the peep hole and saw it was Vin.
“Hey, come on in! Glad that you got my text and brought
your helmet,” I said as I opened the door, hugging Vince.
“Thanks! I didn’t know you rode. Oh. I almost forgot! I
brought you some flowers; I couldn’t, in good conscience, come empty handed!”
Vince said handing me a bouquet of two dozen blue roses. “I’m hoping blue is
still your favorite color!”
“Thank you; they’re beautiful! Just throw your bag on the
couch for now and join me in the kitchen. You pour the wine while I put the
roses in a vase,” I say as I head into the kitchen.
I hear a kerthunk and then I hear Vince’s boots on the
hardwood floor following me into the kitchen. I’m literally standing on the
counter to find a vase and Vince pales at the sight. I laugh and say that I do
this all the time and that I have one hell of a life insurance plan as well as
amazing benefits with the new job PLUS a great pension with the PD.
“Thanks for getting Chianti. How much would you like?”
Vince asks.
“You’re welcome. Not so much. I don’t care much for it
plus we’re taking out my Harley in a little bit. Drink as much as you’d like. I
have a few more bottles somewhere. Aha! Here we go!” I said as I grab a vase
and then leap on to one of the bar stools in the kitchen. I hop on to the floor, fill the vase with water and place
the roses in the vase. Once that was taken care of, I accepted the generous splash
of Chianti that Vince poured for me.
“Lemme give you a quick tour of the apartment. Grab your
stuff and we can drop it off in the room. It’ll be a quick tour,” I said.
Vince grabbed his bag and followed me. I showed him the
apartment in less than ninety seconds. The last room I showed him was the
bedroom. I explained that it was the only bedroom in the apartment; which he was
going to use and I was going to use the couch.
“Whoa, baby. There’s no way that I’m going to take the
only bedroom. It’s your apartment and you’ll take the room,” Vince said.
“Look here, buttercup. I’ve worked for the NYPD for the
past eight years, I have guns, knives and other various weapons pointed at my head on a
daily basis, I take kick boxing and Krav Maga classes three times a week and I box
with the heavy weights four times a week. I think I can handle the couch for a
few nights,” I reply.
“How do you manage working two full time jobs, kick
boxing, Krav Maga AND boxing?” Vince asked.
“I’m at the new job from 6:45 am to 2:30 pm, the gym is
across the street so I’m either kick boxing, taking Krav Maga or boxing from
2:45 to 3:30 pm, shower and change, I’m at the PD by 3:50 and I work until 1
am. I’m home by 1:15 the latest and I go to bed. And yes, I do realize that I’m
getting less than 5 hours of sleep a night. But the thing is, Sunday’s I don’t
work the new job so usually I’m at the PD for 12 to 18 hours,” I said.
I could tell that Vince was a bit stunned with how little
sleep I get each night. I explain that by staying SO active throughout the day
by the time that I get home, I’m asleep within a matter of moments and sleep
solidly for 5 hours. There are on a few occasions that I do take a 20 or 30
minute power nap while at work just to be able to finish the day. I usually stayed awake
by staying super hydrated and eating well despite eating pizza and burgers a few times a week.
“Wow. I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say!” Vince
said. “Are you going to slow down a little bit?”
“Yes I am, actually. I’m only going to work at the PD a
few days a week now instead of every day. The lack of 6 hours of sleep every
night is killing me. Hey. You ready to see my bike and go for a ride? It’s a
perfect evening,” I say.
Vince is excited. As he’s grabbing his helmet from the
bag in my room, I put on Gramps’ jacket and stuff the pockets and tie my long
hair in a knot at the base of my neck. Once I see Vin, we head on out. I brought
him to Cielo briefly to show him the club and have some fun. We’re not there
that long because the music really isn’t his type and it’s too loud for him. I explained
that I taught everyone on the security team and the bartenders basic kick
boxing and Krav Maga techniques not only to protect themselves and the patrons
but also in case they need to break up a nasty fight. Vince asked why I didn’t
teach Krav Maga and I told him that I’m not licensed to do so and that I have
no interest in becoming a self defense instructor; teach a little bit when
necessary but not on a daily or weekly basis.
We hopped back on my motorcycle and rode around the city
for a bit and then headed back to my apartment. I took the stuff out of my
pockets and hung up my jacket. I started making dinner as Vince headed into the
bathroom for a shower. When he came back, I handed him a full glass of Chianti;
I was always generous when I poured him a glass of wine.
As I turned my back to him to check the pasta and the
homemade pasta sauce that I had just made the other day, I felt Vince’s arms
wrap around my waist to give me a hug; leaving one hand splay open over my
stomach and the other massaging my tits. Good Lord! It was obvious that he was thinking about children. Before I
could say anything, he started kissing my neck; he knew it as my biggest
weakness.
“Vince, please. Give me two minutes and I’m yours,” I
said.
I moved the sauce off of the burner and strained the pasta.
Once I was finished and turned off the stove, I go over to Vince who was
staring out the window of the kitchen looking into Riverside Park. He doesn’t
hear me walk over to stand next to him so I gently rest my hand on his elbow
and whisper his name. He turns to face me, takes my hand and leads me to my own
room. Once again he hugs me from behind and starts kissing my neck.
“Baby, you smell so nice,” Vince murmured as he was
kissing my neck. “I want you so badly.”
Man alive! I was turned on by Vince I just couldn’t say “No”.
I spin around and kiss him with wicked abandon. I feel his hands slide between
my shirt and my skin; he’s taking his time and it’s killing me. I rip my shirt
off, kick my boots off, rip off my pants and my panties and take off my bra. I then
start working on his clothes. His body is amazing; better than I remembered it.
As we continue to kiss and let our hands roam each other’s bodies, I try to
lead him to the bed but he ends up leading me to the wall where my desk faces.
“Rest your foot on the desk,” Vince said as he rolled a
condom on.
I did and by the time I regained my balance he was ready
to enter me. He first used a few fingers to get me ready but I begged him several
times for him to use his cock. He chuckled; he was messing with me a little.
When I least suspect it, he thrusts his hard cock deep
inside me. I scream his name. He slowly pulls out half way then he thrusts his
hard cock back into me; this time causing me to only moan his name. While I’m
still impaled on his 9 ½ inch cock, he takes me off of the wall, takes two
steps over to the desk, rotates me and leans me over the desk. I know what he’s
about to do so as I spread my legs a little bit for him, I begin to grin like Cheshire
cat.
He pounds his cock into me hitting my G spot every time
and making me scream each time he does. With each scream, he thrusts harder and
faster into me. And as he does, one of his hands is gently pulling my hair and
the other is spanking my ass. I don’t know who enjoys that more but it leaves
the both of us screaming each other’s names. For a quick second, he pulls out
completely to take the condom off and begins to ram his cock into me. I can
feel the skin to skin contact; I love the sensation. Seconds later, we climax
together and I can feel him shoot baby batter deep into me.
We both lean against the desk for a few minutes. I hear
my personal phone go off. I go get it from the kitchen.
“Hey, Chief!”I answer the chief of police. “Um, yeah.
Everything’s fine. Someone called because they heard screaming from my
apartment and now the S.W.A.T. team is here? Um, Chief, about that. They won’t
like what they see if they barge in at the moment. My, um, fiancée is here and
we were, um, just having sex. Yeah, just give us a few minutes to get dressed.”
I go back to the bedroom and explain to Vince that
someone called my boss at the PD saying that they heard me scream as I got
murdered and now the S.W.A.T. team is here; they want to make sure that I’m
alive and that I didn’t hide a dead body.
“Oh, not only should you get dressed but you ought to
propose as well. I told my boss that my fiancée is here,” I said.
“Well, ok. Um, will you marry me,” Vince asks as he
places the enormous engagement ring on my finger.
As I say yes, my buddy from the PD unlocks the door and
sees Vince and me hugging and kissing and groping each other. He clears his throat and suggest that we
get decent. We laugh and throw on our robes. I invite the team in and showed
them my badge. I said that I really am alive and not dead. I ask them to give
me a second to get Vince and prove that he’s my fiancée. I get him and the team
has their weapons aimed at him. I roll my eyes and tell them to stand down. A few
waver but I tell them again to stand down and they do. I ask my buddy to sweep
the entire apartment for this so called dead body and he does. Two minutes
later, he calls the chief to say that I’m really alive, my fiancée really does
exist and there’s NO dead body. They finally leave.
I reheat dinner, fill Vince’s shot glass with some Jack
and give him a glass of water as well. I told him to chase the shot down with
water because it’ll burn. He does the shot and nearly gags but doesn’t and drink
the water. He asks how I can stand the stuff and I tell him that it’s an
acquired taste. I was still a little unsteady myself so I took six shots of
Jack and went on my way to reheating dinner. We ate in silence. After cleaning
up dinner, I took a shower and went to my living room. I sat in the recliner and
closed my eyes for a bit. I fell asleep; I guess the sex and the SWAT team are
the things that did me in.
I wake up a little as Vince picks me up and carries me to
bed. I can feel him join me in bed. He wraps his arms around me and we both
fall asleep. I wake up a few hours later and clean the apartment, take a shower
and start on breakfast. Once I finish making breakfast and it’s staying warm in
the oven, I pour Vince some orange juice and grab a few Advil. I go into the
bedroom and see him sitting on the bed with his head between his knees.
I ask if he’s ok. He says he is but the room is spinning
a little bit; he must’ve had the whole bottle of Chianti and the shot of Jack.
I give him the orange juice and the Advil which he quickly takes. I help him to
the bathroom, get the water for the shower going and help him get in. Once I see
he’s steady, I strip and join him. I take my shampoo and gently massage his
head and hair with it. As he’s rinsing his hair, I get my loofah ready with his
favorite body wash and when he’s ready, I gently wash his body from top to
bottom and from tip to stern, not missing a single area of skin. He moans in
pleasure and braces himself against the wall of the shower. He rinses off and I
get out to dry off and get dressed again. I turn the water off and hand him the
towel. I grab him some clothes and give him some privacy as he dresses.
I went back into the kitchen to get breakfast on a plate
for him. I put a load of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes on his plate, make
espresso for him and pour him a tall glass of orange juice.
Once he starts digging in, I clean up and put the
leftovers in the fridge. I’m not hungry so I just drink orange juice which
kills my ulcers. I clean up after him and we sit back down in the living room
to talk.
He tells me that he was so scared when we first started
dating and that he was so sure I’d say no when he proposed despite my mother
telling him that I’d say yes. He was happy to see me come to the memorial
service and funeral for Bob and was delighted that I stayed with Lisa and the
kids to help them out. He said that he avoided me because being near me for
three months was killing him and thought I hated him.
I tell him that I would’ve said yes if he proposed but
that I was grateful that he didn’t because I wasn’t ready. I explain that the
biggest reason why I came and stayed for three months was because of Lisa and
the kids but part of the reason was him but I never said anything because he
was with someone else and looked happy.
“Baby, I’m so glad that I went to the game and that we
talked. I know you didn’t propose like you wanted but the result is what we
both wanted. I can cut back on work with the PD to when they need me; I’ll
still be on the payroll and get their pension in 17 years. But my main source
of income will be the new job. The guy I took the company over from can be my
partner after a year and he can help run it. For the most part, I need to be in
the office but I can do a ton of work from home. You can continue to teach until
you decide to retire,” I said.
“Deppgrl, this is my final year teaching. Now that I’ve
caught you, I don’t need to stay busy all the time. I have my own money so I don’t
need yours. If you need any help with the company, you can ask me anything and I’ll
help the best I can. Use the income to pay off your loans then we’ll marry,”
Vince replied.
“Well, I can pay off all my loans on Monday morning. What
do you say we get hitched in two or three weeks? Maybe sooner? Maybe a little
later? It’s up to you.”
“Is a week from today good? I don’t want wait much longer
plus I want to have kids with you. I’m not getting any younger here!”
“Why not today? I know a judge and he’s on speed dial”
“Um, I don’t even want to know why you have a judge on
speed dial but today works. You call him, I’ll call Lisa and the kids as wells
as your mother and brother. We’ll keep it small and have it here!”
I told him that it sounded good. The judge was free as
was my lawyer slash friend, my mom, my brother, Lisa and the kids. We told them
that jeans and a shirt was fine because that’s what we’d be wearing.
In less than two hours, we had the apartment spotless,
food catered, us showered again (we HAD to have multiple quickies) and ready. Everyone came
in at once. When everyone was settled down in the living room, the judge
presided and we were married in three minutes. We didn’t have rings yet, but we’d
take care of them before Sunday.
We ate, we drank and ate some more. After a few hours,
everyone left. Vince said to grab my helmet and my stuff that I needed so we
could run to Tiffany’s
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