In short, she has the looks and the money. Why does she have to hold it against me? I could only come up with one reason after giving it much thought. She must be crazy. Sheâs regretting her decision to leave Lyle when she loves him so much.
What a b*tch. Sheâs so melodramatic.
Even though I felt troubled by everything, I didnât forget to go to work the next morning. It was important for me to treat work seriously since my livelihood depended on it. I got into my role relatively quickly thanks to the work I used to do for the Smith family.
Work was relatively easy, considering it was my first day. My colleague, who was the managerâs secretary, was in charge of everything. She was very kind and patient with me despite my clumsiness and ineptness. It was great.
I took a look at the bit of money I had left in my bag during lunchtime and decided to buy something cheap for lunch. Sometimes, I wondered why I was leading such a miserable life even though I was considered an heiress. I must be doing something wrong.
I squeezed my way through a crowd of construction workers to buy myself some food. Just as I was contemplating whether to have lunch at the park opposite or in my office, my Prince Charming appeared in a BMW. Christopher rolled down the car window and motioned for me to get in with his chin. âGet in.â
âI need to get back to work in a bit.â I carefully held on to my lunchbox. I couldnât hide my joy at seeing him again as I grinned from ear to ear. I think Iâm in love. How else would I explain the joy I felt whenever I was with Christopher. It felt entirely different from when I was with Lyle.
âIâll send you back later. I promise you wonât be late. Hurry up, I havenât eaten lunch yet.â The man opened the car door and pulled me onto his lap. Luckily for me, his car windows were installed with reflective window films. I quickly scrambled over to the passenger seat.
âDonât do that. Weâre in public.â I handed him my lunchbox. âI just bought this. Do you want to have some?â
Christopher stared at the overcooked dishes in disgust before he sighed and patted my head. âCome on; Iâll buy you something nice for lunch.â
âWill I be satisfied?â
âYou bet.â He took a look at my breasts, frowned, and fondled them. âItâs getting bigger. It must have been my massaging techniques. Looks like Iâll have to work harder to make it busty.â
My eyes widened in surprise at his weird antics. I finally returned to my senses when he reached into my clothes and pushed his hand away. âCut it out, Christopher. Arenât we going for lunch? Iâm hungry.â
He sighed. âItâs been a few days since Iâve satiated my hunger. Poor me.â Christopher pointed at his private part and pouted before he continued, âAs a man, Iâll get injured if I try to hold it in for too long.â
I didnât know what to say in response to that. He had chosen to take care of things himself than lay a finger on me last time. I said through gritted teeth, âShould we head to a hotel to feed you then?â
âGood idea!â Christopherâs face it up at my suggestion. He looked like a child in a sweatshop as his face crinkled up in a smile. I was struck dumb as I stared at his stunning face.
I had thought he was the most good-looking guy I ever saw from the first moment I laid eyes on him at the gathering. Not even the two most popular bargirl sitting on either side of him was good enough.
In the end, he really brought me to a hotel. He opened the door of the lavish presidential suite with a swipe card and let me in. I felt a little eager as I thought we were really going to have a passionate love-making session.
There was no way I was going to get back together with Lyle again anyways, not unless he was the only man left in this world or if a miracle happens. Feeling shy, I lowered my eyes. It felt like we were about to have sex during our honeymoon phase.