The Love Of Money - Episode 103
28-07-25 (08:43)
Bobbi pulled her mouth off my dick as if it just turned
into a live adder and looked over her shoulder despite
the grip I had on her hair. She screamed as soon as she
saw Natalie in the doorway and lunged for her
discarded shirt, her hair ripping free from my grasp. I
grabbed at my pants and underwear, pulling both up at
the same time as Bobbi bunched the fabric over her
chest to cover her tits.
"Natalie! You're back!" I said, buckling my pants.
"I am.." Natalie replied, her wide eyes fixed on Bobbi.
"I..."
Whatever she was going to say died before she could
voice it.
"I thought..." I started to say, but Natalie disappeared
from the open doorway.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath.
I stepped toward the doorway, then remembered I had
a half-naked Bobbi on her knees in the middle of my
office. I spun and thrust a finger at her.
"Go home," I snarled.
Bobbi looked up at me, her eyes wide as she said, "But
what-"
I cut her off, "If I find you in this fucking building, we're
through".
I left the office without waiting for a response. I caught
sight of Natalle as she turned the corner toward the
elevator and took off after her, sure my chances with
her were shot. Rounding the corner, I saw her
disappear into the public women's restroom, reaching
the door just in time for it to shut in my face.
My brain was going ninety miles an hour. Should I just
abandon ship? Consider Natalie a lost cause? Was I
looking at some sort of legal trouble because she
caught me with my dick in the office bitch?
.
I cursed myself for not being more assertive with
Natalie before I cursed myself for not being more
assertive with Natalie before she left. Maybe I wouldn't
have been in this predicament if we'd locked down an
official relationship. I also felt overwhelming regret for
giving Natalie unfettered access to my office.
Ultimately, this was my fault, and, and I would have
just been better off if I'd just sent Bobbi to fucking
prison.
I'd already lost Natalie, and I knew it..
I stared at the closed door for a full ten seconds, then
took a deep breath. If I'd torpedoed my chances, what
was the worst that could happen in trying to talk to
her? We hadn't been dating, so I technically didn't do
anything wrong besides take advantage of Bobbi's
predicament.
I silently prayed to whoever was out there that Natalie
would be forgiving and understanding, even if that
meant letting Bobbi go. Natalie was worth a hundred
Bobbis.
"Natalie?" I called through the door.
Nothing.
I spoke a little louder, "Natalie?"
No response.
"Can we talk?" Still, no response.
I gently tried the knob, and it turned freely. When I
opened the door, I saw Natalie leaning against the
bathroom wall, hunched over with her face in her
hands.
"Hey," said, then hesitated. What was I supposed to
say? I'm sorry for fucking another woman while
showing a lot of interest in pursuing a relationship with
you? By the way, I've fucked nearly every woman I've
hired since becoming a billionaire and just fucked my
way through a squad of strippers the entire weekend.
I've had orgies, and I'm really fucking enjoying myself,
but I still care about you.
"Look, I know I've probably fucked this up," said. "I'm
sorry you saw that."
Her shoulders trembled, and she shook her head, her
face was still buried in her hands.
"Can we just... can we talk?" Don't forget to leave a Comment 
