William
The streets are getting dark and shadowy as the afternoon sun starts to angle between the buildings, and I’m pounding the pavement like a deranged cop.
This was my goal. Get out of work, pile it all on some unsuspecting CEO, and live the fucking high life. What’s high about wandering the streets mid-afternoon?
Fuck all this.
I’m not one of those dreamy, creative types I see, who’re gazing at everything wide-eyed as they sway through life.
I’m fucking pissed—that’s what I am.
I’m only getting more frustrated by the minute. Avoiding work by hiding around the office is more stimulating. Sometimes, even other parts of the building like the mail room can be surprisingly exciting than this.
Reeling in a new client is always particularly exciting, especially if they’re new money. They step out of the company limo all dazzled, and then I make them cream their fucking pants by wining and dining them in restaurants they couldn’t conceive of.
I have no right to bitch. The money is burning a hole in my pocket like always. I could get all the whiskey, entertainment, and women I desire. Those fancy doors aren’t locked against me—I’m the one choosing not to go through them.
I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been bored in my life. Except for those brief moments when I’m waiting for another drink because some dick waiter forgot.
It’s against one’s best interest to let Will Ambrose’s glass go dry.
I rake a hand through my hair and walk away from the buildings into a small park. It’s warm here; the sunlight, mostly blocked by the tall buildings, is leaning through to make the leaves and flowers bright.
I usually avoid these places—all the families and shitheads seem to congregate here.
I don’t know. I need something different.
I’m trying not to admit it to myself. That fucking bimbo isn’t interesting me. I feel my mouth twist in a scowl, causing a woman nearby to shepherd her children quickly past me.
Yeah, I know my tantrum face is pretty bad. I don’t blame you, Susie homemaker.
Keep your kids away from the angry man.
Angry. Frustrated. Fucking pissed.
I just fucking want Kat. I want those velvet golden eyes drinking me in, holding me in her gaze, staring straight at me as I slide my thick cock into her. I want to feel those velvety thighs against my hips.
I long to lose myself in that thick, dark hair. I want to hear that deep laugh as she tells me in the most sensual way possible what to touch and how.
I’ve never been with a woman like her before. I’m used to limp dolls who blink obligingly as they get on their knees or open their legs and can’t even say more than ‘oh’ as I get them off.
Kat tears into me with her nails. She grips me hard with her thighs. She looks at my cock like it’s a big carton of that really fucking fancy ice cream, and she’s going to eat every single bit, even as gorgeous creamy drops spill over her lips.
Oh, fuck—now I’ve got a boner.
Shit! This isn’t helping!
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I draw it out, answering it immediately.
It must be Kat.
Okay, I want it to be Kat.
I look down with anticipation at the screen. It’s my fucking sister.
I’ve barely tapped the green light on the screen when her voice comes screaming out—she must’ve started chewing me out even before I answered. That’s a fine Ambrose rage she’s got going on.
A couple of seconds go by, and I’m still not sure what I’m in trouble for this time. I sigh and blast right back.
“If you don’t chill your tits, Medusa, I’m going to hang the fuck up and shatter my phone right here and now! Speak to me like a human being, or I swear I’m going to fuck off so hard, your screaming won’t be able to reach me!”
A few parents and kids nearby start hurriedly packing up and rushing away, the moms shooting me glares.
Fuck off.
Sarah breathes heavily for a few seconds. Trying to remember the beginning of the rant so she can start again, I bet. She has total recall and one-hundred percent comprehension so I’m not worried she lost her train of thought.
“What the literal fuck, Will? You fucked her, didn’t you? You seriously did fuck her! Already?”
I can’t resist. It’s got to be done. Actually, this is the first time I’ve smiled all day.
“Who?”
“Kat, you fucker. You absolute fucking dick! Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!”
Oh yeah. This smile feels good. It’s getting bigger too.
“What business is it of yours?”
“William,” Sarah snaps at me in a deep, controlled voice now. It scares the fuck out of all our employees when she’s too mad to yell. It’s not new to me though.
“I worked very hard to find and secure this woman. I’ve performed several projections based on her abilities, and this is the future of the company. In only a couple of days, she has significantly increased profits. You should see what she’s done with the Paxton account! I literally cannot believe you’ve done this! None of the other candidates had anywhere near her potential. I don’t have a backup plan here, Will. Do you hear what I’m saying?”
My grin is ear to ear. “No fucking clue.”
She actually growls, one of those angry exasperated growls that ends in ‘Ra!’
“Do not fuck this up, Will. I’m warning you. Don’t scare her away. You haven’t looked at the books in years; we need her.”
“Okay,” I respond. “Yes, I get that. I need her. Ambrose needs her. No argument here.”
“You can’t just see every woman as your personal fuck toy. I seriously don’t understand you.”
I’m tempted right now to tell her that it was her fucking fault all this happened in the first place. But I don’t want to argue anymore. I just want the call done; it’s not fun anymore.
I’m starting to question myself, and I hate that.
“And by the way, Will, you’re not the only one sending her flowers. It looks like she has quite a few interests and is keeping them all where she wants them. She’s a different sort of woman to the ones you’re used to—you might find she doesn’t succumb to your cock like a little love puppy.”
Sarah hangs up without goodbye, and I’m standing in a park that’s getting darker and colder by the second, feeling like I just got shot in the chest.
I check the time.
If I want to meet Kat as she gets home from work, I have to go—right now.
I start walking, but I’m not rushing, not yet. Conflict is blooming in my chest and starting to attack me right in the balls.
I thought she was into me for more than just my cock…
It really felt that way.
Maybe it was all fake. Maybe she was just having a good fuck. She said she doesn’t believe in love.
I come out of the park, looking towards the taxi drivers waiting.
Further up the street, bars are just starting to come alive.
Maybe Kat is better off without me. Maybe she doesn’t give a fuck.
The truth is, she doesn’t need me, and that hurts more than I thought it could.