Pretty I Guess

**ALEX**

By the time I finally come, it has already been an hour. Releasing a low moan of satisfaction, I finally loosen my grip on Dana's head and rip her off my dick. She looks about ready to pass out, her body wavering left and right as she readjusts her top. Cum strings hang about her chin from when the bitch tried to pull off of me and spit my shit out onto my pants. She honestly thought I would let her get away with it, but she was wrong. Shocked when I snatched her by the back of her skull and held her in place, she lost some of me to the struggle. Maybe I should have made it clear before she started, but no one puts their mouth on my cock unless they intend to swallow.

*I mean, really? Who the fuck taught her how to suck a dick?*

If I hadn't finally closed my eyes to the memory of fucking Romany in my bed, I might still have her sloppy tongue around my shit.

Now that I'm looking at her, my chest heaving from the effort it took just to climax, I realize a few things that should have been painfully obvious already.

One - I'm becoming more than a little obsessed with my sassy little maid.

Two This girl in front of me is not her.

For some reason I cannot explain and at some point in time since our first meeting, Romany has managed to climb into that terribly black organ in the center of my chest. That *thing* that I refuse to name. That I *refuse* to *have!* I want her and *only* her.

But... she doesn't want me. She might well and truly hate me.

*Jesus, I'm really losing it.*

"Get up," I snap, peeling one of her eyelashes off of my thigh and sticking it to the side of her face.

"What?" Dana snarls. "No thank you?"

I blink at her slowly. "Thank you... for taking that hour of my life that I will never get back."

"Wow," she says, standing carefully and glaring down at me. "Santos doesn't give you nearly enough credit. You're a real asshole."

Finally I can grant her a genuine smile. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Lets not forget, I am your new boss and one thing I *will* have - is your respect. Is that clear?"

wobbling backward toward her seat to grab her purse. "Yes

standing and using a tissue to clean myself off. "Your room

With her hand on the knob, she speaks over

already

opens the door. "Does he have

*A girlfriend?*

look at me when you are speaking to

looking even more out of place than she did when she first walked in. "Because I went to see him when I first arrived. I-um waned to

I remember running into Romany

assumed she was headed

*Was I wrong?*

"He wasn't there.

I prompt her, working to sound bored.

big boobs. She was pretty, I guess," Dana snarks a bit

the woman you just described works here, for me. As do you. However, she has her own rooms to sleep in." *Or mine if

should try again?" Dana asks, her

God. She's in love with

anything. I don't give advice. I'm not Dr. Phil. I'm just informing you that the girl you saw is *not* his girlfriend," I state as coolly as I'm able when inside

her, she

have even one camera in Damien's suite. I won't have any clue what the

"Right," Dana says, relieved.

eat here, you get to the dining room on time or

together? Like

area behind the kitchen for most of my live-in staff members. Only the few... very special members of my household are invited to eat at my table. As well as my business associates. *They* are to be

of my office

"They might. It has been known to happen and

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