Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 103

Bobbi pulled her mouth off my dick as if it just turned into a live adder and looked over her shoulder despite the grip I had on her hair. She screamed as soon as she saw Natalie in the doorway and lunged for her discarded shirt, her hair ripping free from my grasp. I grabbed at my pants and underwear, pulling both up at the same time as Bobbi bunched the fabric over her chest to cover her tits.

"Natalie! You're back!" I said, buckling my pants.

"I am.." Natalie replied, her wide eyes fixed on Bobbi. "I..."

Whatever she was going to say died before she could voice it.

"I thought..." I started to say, but Natalie disappeared from the open doorway.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath.

I stepped toward the doorway, then remembered I had a half-naked Bobbi on her knees in the middle of my office. I spun and thrust a finger at her.

"Go home," I snarled.

Bobbi looked up at me, her eyes wide as she said, "But what-"

I cut her off, "If I find you in this fucking building, we're through".

I left the office without waiting for a response. I caught sight of Natalle as she turned the corner toward the elevator and took off after her, sure my chances with her were shot. Rounding the corner, I saw her disappear into the public women's restroom, reaching the door just in time for it to shut in my face.

My brain was going ninety miles an hour. Should I just abandon ship? Consider Natalie a lost cause? Was I looking at some sort of legal trouble because she caught me with my dick in the office bitch?

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I cursed myself for not being more assertive with Natalie before I cursed myself for not being more assertive with Natalie before she left. Maybe I wouldn't have been in this predicament if we'd locked down an official relationship. I also felt overwhelming regret for giving Natalie unfettered access to my office. Ultimately, this was my fault, and, and I would have just been better off if I'd just sent Bobbi to fucking prison.

I'd already lost Natalie, and I knew it..

I stared at the closed door for a full ten seconds, then took a deep breath. If I'd torpedoed my chances, what was the worst that could happen in trying to talk to her? We hadn't been dating, so I technically didn't do anything wrong besides take advantage of Bobbi's predicament.

I silently prayed to whoever was out there that Natalie would be forgiving and understanding, even if that meant letting Bobbi go. Natalie was worth a hundred Bobbis.

"Natalie?" I called through the door.

Nothing.

I spoke a little louder, "Natalie?"

No response.

"Can we talk?" Still, no response.

I gently tried the knob, and it turned freely. When I opened the door, I saw Natalie leaning against the bathroom wall, hunched over with her face in her hands.

"Hey," said, then hesitated. What was I supposed to say? I'm sorry for fucking another woman while showing a lot of interest in pursuing a relationship with you? By the way, I've fucked nearly every woman I've hired since becoming a billionaire and just fucked my way through a squad of strippers the entire weekend. I've had orgies, and I'm really fucking enjoying myself, but I still care about you.

"Look, I know I've probably fucked this up," said. "I'm sorry you saw that."

Her shoulders trembled, and she shook her head, her face was still buried in her hands.

"Can we just... can we talk?"