Hearing that, I felt utterly bewildered and flattered. Even if I had been dismissed due to a misunderstanding, does the CEO himself have to phone me and ask me to go back? Iâm no one significant.
âVonnie? Vonnie, are you still there?â
âYes, of course!â I answered, snapping back to my senses. âAre you sure youâre not making a mistake here, Mr. Whitrow? Iâm just an admin staff, not a technical staff.â
âThereâs no mistake. Well, itâs decided, then. Come to work tomorrow, and your attendance will be counted as full.â After saying that, Richard promptly hung up.
As I stared at my cell phone, I bit my lip lightly. Only when pain registered did I realize that it wasnât a dream. âHow baffling! Could it be that God blessed me with good news since Iâve already suffered a misfortune today?â
Later, I told Christopher about the matter. A mysterious smile bloomed on his face as he rummaged in the closet. âNo wonder you havenât been going to work in the past few days. Since youâve been idle lately, itâs good for you to go to work so that your imagination doesnât run wild when I lack time to keep you company.â
Still, mystification engulfed me. I propped a hand under my chin in contemplation. âWell, I just find it perplexing. Iâm nobody in the company, so why are they regarding me so highly? Could it be that theyâve discovered that Iâm actually the kind of rare talent who has to be nurtured?â
âPerhaps itâs a gift from God.â Christopher handed me an evening gown. âHere, Oâ talented one. Attend a party with me tomorrow in this, okay?â
âYou want me to attend a party with you? What party is it?â Holding the evening gown out, I regarded it carefully. It was a stunningly beautiful gown he had specially prepared for me with matching undergarments in the same color.
âYouâll know when weâre there. Donât worry; itâll just be a few friends of mine. Itâs just a small gathering with no one significant. As my girlfriend, youâve got to make me proud lest those jerks disparate me as a saint who hasnât touched a woman in years.â
Picking up the pink panties, Christopher brandished them before me with a smirk. âDo try them on. I picked them especially for you, but I might have gotten the size wrong.â
Duh! He must be wanting to see me change in front of him. A saint, he said? If heâs a saint, thereâs no normal man in this world!
Ignoring him, I stuffed everything into the closet with the pile of sex toys. I wasnât going to change before him. While we had had many wild exploits, I was still shy to do so. After all, he always stared at me with a penetrating look in his eyes every single time.
His gaze often perturbed me, making me feel as though I was his prey.
That night, Christopher didnât do anything to me before sleeping. Conversely, he quickly fell asleep. At that rare turn of events, puzzlement swamped me. Is this the result of overindulgence? Should I buy some terrapin or the like and cook it for him? Otherwise, what if his manhood shrinks from a nutrient deficiency in the future?
After sleeping for a while, the man rolled over and hugged me. Blinking open his bleary eyes, he groggily checked whether the covers were still intact around me. Upon noticing that I was not asleep, he muttered, âWhy are you still awake?â
âIâm thinking of methods to nourish your kidneys. Itâs indeed true that men canât overindulge when theyâre young. It looks like I canât let you have your way too often, or Iâll be crying my heart out if you really canât get it up anymore in the future.â
Christopher blinked when he heard that, awareness and amusement slowly returning to his eyes. Flipping the covers, he rolled himself over me and bit my lip. âEve, do you know that youâre a minx? Youâve almost drained me of everything.â
âThen, get off me. Why are you so enthusiastic now?â By then, I could already sense his stiffness pressing against me.
âI know youâre feeling rather needy since you canât even sleep. Why donât I sacrifice for a bit and satisfy you once?â Though he said that, I knew it was a joke. He would never relent once he started until he had his fill.
As I lay on the bed, despondency flooded me. Is this really fine? Wonât it lead to impotence?
Once he fell asleep, I stealthily crept out of bed and took out all the sex toys in the closet. Then, I stuffed them into the deepest recesses of the closet in the living room. Hah! Heâs not going to find them now. What an utter pervert to always have them on his mind!