35

Alessio

The sound of somebody clearing their throat in an exaggerated manner pulls me from my thoughts. When I turn around, I find myself facing Gytha, who is staring at the panties in my hand.

The fury and hurt on her face tone down the professional look she has going with the business dress she's wearing.

I hope I didn't look like that when I found her that night with some motherfucker balls deep inside her ass. I would hate to give anyone such control over my emotions.

I also hope that getup she's wearing isn't for me. After what Camille told me, it looks like I have to talk to Gytha again and make sure I set her straight. I don't need women problems, or any other right now.

One more sniff before I place the panties back in my pocket.

Gytha locks the door and comes closer, stopping paces away from my desk.

"I was wondering when you'd take her," she says, looking like she's doing her best to keep her composure.

"You shouldn't wonder about such things. It's not good for you. And whil