SEBASTIAN’S POV
I groaned, annoyance, frustration, and irritation washing over me, wondering who could be calling me at this moment, but decided to ignore it as I continue riding her, lust and desire driving me.
After I cummed, I finally stood up, feeling relieved, satisfied, and calm.
But as I was about to walk to the bathroom, she stopped me.
“Hey handsome, can we have another round sometime?” she asked, grinning at me, flirtation and seduction in her eyes.
She wrapped her hand around my neck, her touch sparking revulsion, disgust, and discomfort.
I felt disgusted immediately, and quickly took her hand away from my neck, anger rising.
“Don’t you try to do that again,” I warned her, firmness and command in my voice.
She blinked her lashes rapidly, staring at me with surprise, attraction, and curiosity.
“Go out there, my boy will see you off,” I said, dismissal and detachment evident.
“What if I don’t want to be settled and just be your personal whore for free?” she asked, persistence and seduction in her voice.
I stared at her in disgust, disdain, and annoyance.
“What are you trying to do?” I asked, irritation and impatience growing.
She smiled at me seductively, but I wasn’t moved, indifference and uninterest.
“I really don’t want this encounter to end. I want to come back another time,” she spoke, longing and desperation.
I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her to the wall, anger, dominance, and control.
My grip was strong, and she struggled to release herself, fear and panic.
Her breath slowed, distress and discomfort.
“This is your last chance, get the hell out of here, now,” I barked, menace and threat.
Releasing her, relief and satisfaction.
With fright visible on her face, she grabbed her clothes and ran off, shock, embarrassment.
I was about to go to my bathroom when my cell phone started ringing again, annoyance and frustration.
I quickly reached for my phone and answered the call.
“Hello, sir,” my manager’s voice came out, relief, calmness, and respite.
“Yes, what do you want?” I spoke rudely, irritation and annoyance flashing.
“I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but I just wanted to confirm if you won’t be coming over to the hotel today?” He asked, his politeness contrasting my gruffness, causing slight embarrassment.
His question made me realize it was weekend, and I had forgotten my usual routine, frustration rising.
I only go and check on my hotel report every weekend, but Sasha’s escape consumed my thoughts, distraction and preoccupation evident.
“Sir, and you still there?” He asked, snapping me out of my reverie, jolting me back.
I felt a surge of frustration, embarrassed at my forgetfulness, self-irritation growing.
“Yes, I’m here, and I’m coming. Prepare the report; I don’t want to come there without it being ready,” I told him, firmness and authority returning.
My tone was firm, regaining control, reassurance washing over.
“Alright, sir, should I instruct the cook to make your usual?” He asked, considerate.
I paused, collecting my thoughts, weighing options.
“Yes, do that,” I responded, decision made.
He confirmed our arrangement and ended the call, relief.
I took a deep breath, dropping the phone on my bed, releasing tension.
As I stepped into my bathtub, Sasha flashed into my mind, longing and curiosity filling.
“Why did she run away?” I wondered, confusion and intrigue swirling.
Somehow, I couldn’t understand why I felt attached to her, desire and attraction intensifying.
She looked so innocent and beautiful, captivating.
I couldn’t help but want her even more, yearning growing.
I thought and took a deep breath before shutting my eyes, seeking calm.
“Sasha, where the hell are you?” I muttered, frustration and concern lacing.
Imagining her married to me brought unexpected joy and warmth.
I bet I won’t want to let her leave, no matter what. I thought, possessiveness and obsession creeping in.
I took a deep breath, before relaxing back into the bathtub, calming my racing thoughts.
After a while, I finally stepped out, refreshed.
Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around me, feeling invigorated.
I strolled into my bedroom, determination driving me.
Without hesitation, I started getting dressed, focus on the day ahead.
I was about to leave when my cell phone rang again, annoyance flashing.
My frown deepened, realizing it was my secretary, Mina.
“Mina, what do you want?” I asked rudely, irritation evident.
I hoped she’d be brief, letting me focus on Sasha.
“I’m really sorry to disturb you, sir, but you’ve been away from the office for a while…” she began.
Her calm tone softened my irritation.
“… should I know what to do with the files on your desk?” she finished.
I sighed softly, resignation.
“I won’t be coming back today. Handle the files as necessary. I’ll see you next week,” I instructed.
Mina tried to speak further, but I cut her off.
I didn’t have time for office matters.
I disengaged the call, relief washing over.
I grabbed my car keys and adjusted my suit.
Confidence and control returned.
As I exited the bedroom, Greg greeted me.
“Sir, are you leaving?” he asked.
I nodded, expectation.
“Yes, let’s go. We have a hotel to attend to.”
“Yes, I’m heading out for a while,” I responded to Greg, assertiveness and independence evident.
He nodded, understanding and obedience in his eyes.
“Do you want me to tag along? I can drive you,” Greg asked, concern and willingness to serve.
But I really wanted solitude, craving alone time.
“No, that won’t be necessary. You can stay back and take care of everything,” I told him.
Greg sighed softly, subtle disappointment.
“Okay, boss,” he responded.
I walked away, leaving him behind.
Driving for a while, my thoughts drifted to Sasha.
Arriving at the hotel, focus and purpose returned.
Without hesitation, I went straight to the manager’s office.
“Sir, you’re welcome,” he said, beaming with gratitude.
His enthusiasm was slightly overwhelming.
“Okay, so where are the reports?” I inquired.
Impatience and urgency edged into my voice.
“They’re ready, sir. Please come with me,” he said.
Leading me away from his office, curiosity piqued.
I wanted to object, preference for efficiency.
But decided against it, allowing flexibility.