Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

I slump down in my chair. My ordinarily perfect posture goes to shit. I thought I had come up with the ideal plan to acquire Bennet Babes and keep Lizzie in my life.

But she wasn’t having any of it. And now, here I am. Alone in my office.

I don’t want to drown my sorrows in an expensive bottle of wine. I don’t want to call an escort and fuck her brains out until I feel better about myself. I just want Lizzie back in my arms.

The door opens. Could it be Lizzie coming back to work things out? Nope. It’s Chuck.

I go back to being the saddest man in the world as Chuck lets himself in and takes a seat.

“So, I saw Lizzie storm out of here,” he says. I don’t feel like answering. He goes on, “I take it she didn’t take kindly to your proposal to turn Bennet Babes into a tube site?”

“She could have had everything,” I finally say. “She could have had any job she wanted. All she had to do was ask. And now she may be out of my life forever.”

Chuck fidgets in his chair for a moment. Then he says, “You know, those girls are all very close to each other. If you were to turn Bennet Babes into a tube site, Lizzie may have been fine afterward, but the others would’ve been fucked.”

The other girls. Jane, Mary, Charlie, and Lydia. They’re all beautiful.

If I had met any of them a year ago, there’s no doubt in my mind I would be able to fuck each and every one of them. Hell, I probably could’ve fucked them all in a single afternoon.

The first night I watched Lizzie’s cam show, I could’ve stumbled across any of these girls’ shows. Perhaps I would’ve been more enraptured by one of them and started a physical relationship with one of them instead of Lizzie.

Or maybe I would’ve gone on one of their cam shows and been completely disinterested. This whole deal could’ve gone through without me getting my personal life entangled. A single click of a button, and my entire life would’ve been different.

I’m not one to believe in fate. People meet other people all the time, and I don’t think a chance encounter is generally special just because the planets aligned or whatever. But maybe something special did happen with Lizzie and me.

he could be more to me than just a woman I tie up and fuck from time to time.

“Maybe Lizzie wasn’t just looking for a better life for herself. Maybe this whole time, she’s been trying to ensure her friends would also be taken care of,” I state.

It makes sense. That could have been why Lizzie wanted to talk to me about her marketing ideas. It’s possible she wanted to give herself some leverage for negotiations. If she made herself indispensable at this company, then she could practically do whatever she wanted. I can’t believe I missed such an obvious explanation.

Lizzie has been looking for the best possible situation for herself, me, and the other Bennet Babes. I’ve only been focused about how to give her what she wants while simultaneously ensuring my needs are met.

But it may already be too late. I hurt Lizzie, and I don’t know if I can get her back.

I’ve spent years in the business world. And I’ve always prided myself on never misjudging a situation. I never took business owners at their word for how much their company was truly worth. I did my due diligence.

But with Lizzie, I misjudged the scenario entirely. To an extent, it makes sense. Although there is a lot I’ve learned about running a business in my life, I’m still quite the novice when it comes to actual relationships.

Don’t get me wrong, I can fuck like there’s no tomorrow and make a woman cum multiple times with just my tongue, but I still never really had to learn how to read a woman I actually had feelings for.

What can I say? I fucked up.

“Here’s something to think about. Do you really need that ‘No Fucking Coworkers’ rule?” Chuck asks.

“Of course,” I immediately respond with. But even I don’t believe myself.

The rule began as a way to ensure I never jeopardized my business. I love fucking, and I’ve seen too many powerful men fall prey to giving into their basest urges in the office. Needless to say, this would cause problems, especially if the executive in question was already married.

I wanted to avoid those pitfalls. I never want to get out of business. Even when I’m 95 years old, I hope to still be at this very office, overseeing everything.

I also hope to still be fucking supermodels at 95, but one step at a time.

“Actually, I don’t know,” I say. My rule was meant to protect myself and my fortune, but maybe I no longer need this safeguard with Lizzie. She makes me feel safe. She trusts me implicitly.

In fact, I don’t know if I ever want to fuck another woman ever again. Literally anything I want to do in the bedroom, Lizzie would be open to it.

Not only that, I can see myself actually enjoying Lizzie’s company when we’re not fucking. A lot of women are good for a one night stand, and then I quickly get bored with them.

Not Lizzie.

She can carry on a conversation. She has a genuine interest in what I do. She accepts me for who I am and doesn’t want to change me.

Lizzie is perfect, and I was a fool to treat her like she was just another escort for me to fuck and then toss aside.

“So, does this mean the famous Darcy rule is finally going off to the wayside?” Chuck asks.

“I think it does, Chuck,” I respond. “And I think I need to go find Lizzie.”