Damon's tongue flicked against my clit as I came again. His eyes were glued to mine as he lapped up my juices. We were just having sex a few minutes ago, and then the idea popped into his head to make me cum for him over and over again as he licked and sucked my pussy.
"How was that?" Damon asked as he kissed my neck. He rolled off the bed and grabbed a cup of water, downing it's contents in a gulp.
"It was so fucking good. My legs were shaking," I said as I collected my clothes off the floor.
"Let me take you out, Arya. My treat, I know you got that promotion the other day."
"Damon, don't get ahead of yourself now. This is just casual sex. We don't do dates, remember?" I chuckled, and he smirked.
"And that's how I like it, but I can still do nice things for you, Arya. You didn't celebrate your promotion, and that's so fucking lame. I wanted to hit the new club that opened."
I raised a brow. "Are you paying for my drinks?"
"You know I've got you covered," he winked. "Also, shouldn't you be getting to work?" He asked.
"Fuck! I'm late for work!"
"I can give you a lift. Maybe we can have a quickie in the car." Damon bit his lip seductively, and I rolled my eyes. He didn't have to worry about working because his parents owned one of the most successful companies in the country. Damon had the liberty of being a freeloader, as he liked to call it.
"Then I'll never get to work. I'll see you around Damon." I waved as I grabbed my coat and darted out the door. My car had been at the mechanic for the last two weeks, and I would be able to collect it on Friday. I was really looking forward to that.
I caught a cab and headed to work. Surprisingly, I managed to make it in time.
"Did you have some rough morning sex again?" Yasmeen, my best friend, asked as I sat down next to her.
"Yes," I blushed as I took the latte she passed to me.
"Girl, your face is flushed, and you smell like sex. That wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't have a meeting to attend this morning."
"A meeting?!" I screeched, and she laughed.
"Yes girl. Mr. Xander wants to see you in his office in 15 minutes. I'll help you freshen up, so don't worry."
"Thanks, Yas, I owe you one."
"What would you do without me?" She winked.
After I freshened up, I went to meet Mr. Xander, who was already sitting at his desk. He was in his early fifties, and he was a really kind soul.
"Arya, good to see you here. I have a job for you and I know it is short notice but I need youto attend a Gala tonight in my place."
"W-What?" I stuttered at the request.
"Do not worry, Arya. It is a charity event, but I'll also need you to close the deal with one of our investors. You close deals all the time. I know you can do it. You don't need to worry about clothes and transport, all that will be covered."
"I can do it, sir." I said, and a smile graced his lips.
"Excellent; my flight leaves within an hour. The gala starts at 8. The stylists would be at your home by six. I gave them your contact information, so they will contact you."
"Thank you, sir." I stood up and started walking out of the room.
"Oh, Arya, one more thing!" He called, and I paused. "Don't forget to have fun."
~
"That's fucking exciting!" Yasmeen beamed as she stared at me in disbelief. We were having lunch together in the cafeteria.
"I know, and I am so nervous."
"Girl, this is a great opportunity for you."
"Let's just hope I can pull it off."
"Oh bitch! You definitely can."
"What are you planning to do about Troy's proposal?" I asked. Yasmeen and Troy were together for two years, and when he proposed two weeks ago, things took a turn for the worst when Yasmeen turned him down. They haven't been on good terms.
"We aren't speaking," she said, rolling her eyes. "He is throwing a tantrum."
"You should talk to him. I know you love him."
"Yes, I do, but I don't think he sees me the same," she frowned. "I really hurt him."
I touched her arm and smiled. "It's going to be okay."
"Dating advice from someone who doesn't date," she chuckled. "That's the best."
~
After a grueling day at work, I finally made it home, the anticipation of the evening’s events keeping my fatigue at bay. My apartment was eerily quiet, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
Soon, the stylists would be here, their tools of transformation at the ready.
The doorbell echoed through the silence, and I opened the door to a flamboyant stylist, his eyes alight with excitement.
“Ouu mademoiselle!” He greeted me, his thick accent adding an exotic charm. He was followed by a team of professionals, each a master of their craft.
They wasted no time. The air was filled with the scent of hairspray and the sound of jovial chatter. My auburn hair was styled into elegant waves that fell over my shoulders, and my hazel eyes were highlighted with a touch of mascara and a subtle smoky eye, making them even more captivating.
Then came the dress. A sexy, red number that hugged my curves and flowed down to my ankles. The fabric shimmered under the light, making me feel like a star. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, a smile spread across my face. I was ready for the gala.
"You are stunning," he commented, and everyone nodded.
The limo arrived shortly after to escort me to the event. I was buzzing with excitement as the limousine pulled up at the venue. Lots of paparazzi were there, as celebrities, philanthropists, and billionaires would be there at the event. I was a nobody in the faces of all these important people.
I got out of the limo and stepped on the carpet. The flash of lights blinded me as I stared at the people around me.
"Who is she?" I heard murmurs in the crowd.
I wasn't even sure what I should do when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.
"Just smile and wave, darling." Damon's voice penetrated my ears. I was relieved to see him.
When we went into the building, Damon removed his hands from me and stared at me while licking his lips.
"You are hot as fuck. Damn." He smirked.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Trying to close a deal with Netco Corp."
"Aww, that means you can't drink. Well, good luck, Arya. We should hang out after the party. I'd love to see that dress on the floor." He whispered in my ear, and I rolled my eyes.
Doing my best to mingle and engage in small talk, I found myself lost in the sea of gala attendees. The clock was ticking, and I was there for a purpose: a meeting with the CEO of Netco Corp.
The meeting was scheduled for 9pm in a private room upstairs. As I glanced at the clock, I realized it was already time. The minutes had slipped away amidst the laughter and clinking of glasses.
With a deep breath, I excused myself from the crowd and began my ascent up the grand staircase. Each step felt heavy with anticipation. As I reached the top, I paused for a moment outside the door, gathering my thoughts.
“Alright, you’ve got this,” I whispered to myself, straightening my dress and taking one last deep breath.
With a soft knock, I opened the door. “Good evening,” I greeted, stepping into the room.
A man's back was turned towards mine. As I greeted him, he turned around. My lips parted as I gasped at the sight in front of me. There he stood, my ex-boyfriend. After all these years, I didn't expect to see him. Not in this situation, at least. Michael Stone looked gorgeous as ever. I felt a lump form in my throat as I stared at him. It was like I was in a trance.
My heart was thumping against my chest as he took a step towards me.
