Billionaire vs Sisterhood

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rvation, but you are very different today. I don’t know what happened to yo

l demeanor; “What’s that supposed to mean?” I fro

er to get along with, and you seem to have noticed at least a dozen nice things about me and the others in the office since you arrived. Now, THAT

e’ zone.” In the eight years since I’d hired Sheila she had become so much more than a vital aide; she was my co

of disastrous relationships in my early twenties. Other than those, this was the first time I’d m

two seemed so nice together when I first met

. I think I’m in love with her,

e screened her for gol

that I know her, she’d never do that. Besides,

ned, “What

y, or that I am anything other than a m

cked to one side. “A relationship is built on trust and openness. You’re hiding things from her. She wo

nderstand why ... that I had to be sur

door, “Well, you’d bet

a video conference call with our Silicon Valley plant abou

ould make it a romantic hideaway for a day-and-a-half. He filled me in on the details on the flight back to our headqu

cided I’d make them an offer for it. Driving the open car would frustrate my security detail, but I was getting tired of hiding aw

thes and some beach attire. The valise sat open for my review on a chrome luggage rack just outside my walk-i

She loved the accommodations, but worried about the price of things. I assured her that I could afford the fried fish, knowing that she had been referring to the rental mansio

d then went frolicking into the chilly water. Back on the towels, we started to canoodle, and that led to some discreet petting, and the

so when we arrived we just sat down, and the wine and other courses just arrived per plan. Elsa was pleased and impressed, plus I’d had the

together for the first time. In between, there were a lot of words about love and forever from each of us. I co

ng was more than mutual. This train was speeding down the tracks. We even teased each

with a wakeup blowjob. I tried to get her to sixty-nine with me, or change to a

hat. I want to be exciting for you. With you, I want to mate and fuck and make love all the time. I’ve never felt this way about anybody. I want to be so romantic and slutty

r how she eventually wanted my shaft up her VJ or ass, and then repeated the action. Eventually, she devoured everything I had, and I nearly blasted her off of the bed I was so horny

, and bacon, along with juice and coffee. She was amazed the house had been stocked so well for

issing every fifty feet, and then spent the rest o

with her suitcase, and then we made love y

work the next morning, I reluc

ffee. “So, how did Elsa take the news that you’re a mu

ime just went by so quickly, we were

ait, the harder it’ll be, and the worse

e in Denver by bedtime, and then from there on

o tell her

my back. You’re not my mothe

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kept sending me little ‘I’m thinking of you’ messages all week. I knew he really must be thinking of me. I sent back lots of ‘ILY’ messages to him too, and even some sexy ones promising another great bl

ront door, but after he knocked and I opened the door, I found him there with several bottles of expensive wi

our food and drink, and then rechristened my bed. We were exhausted by midnight, but I did get him to sleep with

r. Suddenly, he was gone, and I was left in a huge romantic fog. I smiled all day. I called Cindy, and she came over. The two of us gossiped and compared notes all day long. She milked every last detail about ha

owned various cocktail dresses, but no ball gown. The last time I’d worn one had been to my high school prom over a decade e

requested that I be there at five o’clock Friday afternoon, and I agreed but wondered w

. There near the changing rooms on a large screen TV in the waiting area was Mark. He was in some distant European cit

th of us. I was all for it, but wondered aloud about the cost. Mark told me it was a business expense, and not to worry; I was not to spend a cent, but he did want to be sure I was happy and appropriately dressed

. My boobs were just the right size to carry off the cleavage without looking like I was trolling for cock, as I was fully capable of doing in some of my cocktail dresses. The empire waist made my hips look perfect and not a bit as I thought of them as needing to shed a

viewing and signing some papers with someone when I looked at the screen. Elen

important than I had realized, at least that was how he appeared on the video link. My radar was all screw

n it. He mentioned a strand of pearls and a

d, “Ho

n think of asking me again.” She glanced furtively at the TV screen as she answered. I felt

e of the pages on the table. I asked, “Mark, what is this all about? How can you do this? What’s really ha

you up at your apartment Saturday at seven o’clock. The cocktail hour at this event lasts until eight, and then we ha

our coming out party.” Andy nudged him in the shoulder. “I hav

g there in what I knew was a very expensive piece of clothing with quite a few qu

ill have this wrapped and ready to go in only a few minutes. I’m to get you

. Maybe it was what Cinderella felt a few seconds after midnight when her ball gown changed back to the rags her st

t some of the other merchandise. This was the most expensive dress store I’d ever been in. T

ly stating that there seemed to be a number of things he hadn’t told me. I

ept a couple of brief texts: ‘Th

the wrapping over the dress that had been hanging in my bedroom since I got home the night before. I told h

an expensive matching clutch purse in a genuine Gucci accessory bag also on the hange

thing is handmade, like this is the original, one and only. I bet this thing cost over ten thousand and probably a lot more. The tennis bracelet is real diamonds, an

ad no idea of the amounts involved until Cindy said something. How could Mark justify this as a business expense, and even if it

d in another thousand or two. They’re top of the line.” She studied the items

thing, I’ll be paying for it for half of my care

o pull off with me – on me? He said this was a charity ball of some kind. This is like

he room to my comput

ach second. I wondered if Cindy had been right about the prices. Couldn’t they make costume jewelry look like the real stuff

er. She said over and over at least a dozen times, “Holy shit,” and then i

m to her side, “What? Wh

are the high rollers of society in the state, not just the city. My God, Bon Jovi is performing as part of the entertainment ... and t

, and there was a photograph of my Mark, only his last name wasn’t Worth it was Worthington. I choked and tear

n. He has already pledged ten million dollars to DWBI this year, and is encouragin

nners to the Ball. Ms. Conners comes from ups

this FAR exceeded how I’d felt about him. I started stomping around the room as I cursed and cussed like I’d never done before; seasone

viously, he thought I might be a gold digger, so he’d kept himself behind a veil of lies and misrepresentations. And, FUCK ALL, I’d slept

verything back in the packaging, and help

What are you

up his date, he will find I’m not here, but his dress and accoutr

ag from my front door on a make shift hook from an old wir

ngton – you dec

everything there is to know about me, but you didn’t think enough of me to do the same. A little selfish and egotistical, don’t y

t me. I am not a kept woman. I don’t need you, and I can’t be bought for any

od

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t and sat on the darkened doorstep of a vacant building across the street three d

in front of my apartment complex. The driver raced around the car and opened the door, and Mark emerged f

because he can see the dress hanging there in the bag. He’s read the note twice by now, and is knocking on the door. He sees the remnants of the flowers he sent you yesterday trampled

I realized it always had. The ‘ington’ of his name was too long for

: ‘Elsa, please talk to me.

explanation you can give. Don’t bother calling or texting again.‘ I waited a s

no lights on inside. The chauffeur was right there, and accepted the flowers from Mark. He turned and went back inside, and returned a moment later with the dress a