Chapter 81: Chapter 81

KRISTIN

My cup of coffee came with Edith.

Just as I was preparing myself for a verbal attack, she dropped the coffee, muttered a greeting and started for the door.

"Edith?"

"Sir?" She turned back, her brows raised in questioning. Her expressions looked so formal that I knitted my brows. "You called me?"

I was just trying to see why she dropped the coffee without a word. And I couldn't say that.

"Errm..." I sat up and cleared my throat. "Is there any file I am yet to attend to?"

"Yes, but not a lot. A sealed letter came in from Dija this morning. It's under your monitor stand."

I followed the directions of her hand and saw a sealed white envelope slid beneath the stand of my monitor just as she said.

I tore it open.

It was a letter from her stating that she would like to terminate the contract with me and withdraw all her support.

I wasn't surprised.

Dija or no Dija, my company would firmly stand. Already, we have our name established in Seattle.

"Did you read this?" I waved the letter in the air.

"Kristin, you met it sealed. How did I read a sealed—"

"That's okay." I passed her the letter and opened my mail. When I heard her gasp, I knew she was passing the numerous stages of surprise and shock, and I also knew that questions would come flooding soon.

When she spoke, I was surprised she saw her collected.

"Is this real?" She asked after a surprised scoff.

Why did I even show her the letter?

Well, at one point or the other, the information would leak and she would say I didn't tell her.

"It is real, trust me," I replied.

She moved forward slowly, her eyes still glued to the paper.

"What happened? What came up?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

I can't tell her that Dija is mad because she didn't get a taste of my cock the second time. That would only sound... Well, it's just reasonable that I don't say anything. "Things were okay... before this letter."

"Something must have happened," Edith said, not ready to drop the issue just like that. "People don't just wake up and terminate the contract they signed themselves. Something must have happened."

I shrugged again.

"Did she get across to you after the last time she came here?"

"No, she didn't," I said. It felt like I was being interrogated by a detective. "I haven't heard from her since then."

Edith looked thoughtful. The expression did not last long. She suddenly started speaking.

"She will be looking to gain a good name for her new company, and for someone of her status, she doesn't seem like one who'll simp after men. You must have said or done something that hurt her ego."

Ugh, Edith is just smart!

And this analysis from her is the last thing I want right now. The issue with June is enough to think about.

"I think I'll just get back to work."

To my utmost surprise, she turned around, "You should. You have a lot to do today. Call me if you need anything."

With that, she walked out.

I leaned into my chair and sighed.

It was seemingly impossible to concentrate on what I had to do, mainly because my thoughts continued drifting off to the previous night.

I picked up my phone.

There wasn't any text or call from June.

She must probably be grieving.

A sigh escaped me.

What could I do to make her see that I wasn't just into her for sex like she thinks? Or isn't that what has been going through her mind?

An idea struck me.

Excited, I jumped out of my chair. "Yes!!!" After waiting for some seconds to see if anyone would knock to ask what happened, I pumped my fist into the air. "Yes! Yes!"

It sounded like a great plan, a grand one!

I rushed into the restroom and looked at my reflection.

"Kristin, you got this." I felt an energy surge, a feeling of warmth seeping through me as I pictured June shocked and blushing after seeing my surprise. I don't know what part of the created image in my head made me hard. "Shit." I looked down when the tightness became unbearable to see that I had generated a bulge.

"Ahh, fuck," I mumbled as it got more unbearable. I released my fly and fished out my dick. The fat flesh grew some more in my grip.

A little jerk from the shaft to the tip had me wishing June was somewhere around...

Yikes, I shouldn't be having these thoughts, but sometimes, our dick generates a brain for itself.

The precum gathering on the tip smeared my shaft as I rubbed my fingers back and forth.

It felt better because I could look at my reflection in the mirror while fantasizing about June, her hot body and tight pussy; how she'd sucked my dick multiple times, playing with my balls like a toy.

I grunted softly and moved my touch to my heavy balls. June loves sucking on my balls in turns, pulling them into the warmth of her mouth and swirling them around with her tongue.

My mind centred on June, on her knees before me, her lips wrapped around my cock, worshipping it, showing me how good a doll she is.

"Fucking open that mouth," I grunted to my imaginary June. "Ah, fuck."

My toes started curling. I concentrated on the tip this time, giving short jerks that made my abdomen tight. It was more than I could take. My hands began to shake.

The grunts started coming out, same as forceful shoots of white that collided against the crystal-clear full mirror before me.

"Damn!!!" I gritted my teeth, groaning against my palm. My sight blurred and I staggered back, almost crashing to the floor. My knees began to buckle; I was going back and forth, shooting ropes of cum across the mirror, watching the look of perfect orgasm spread across my face...

Fuck, I need to execute my plan fast before June makes me lose my mind...