The billionaire lust and hatred

I sit slightly bent over to the screen in front of me, my ass aches. I can't sit with my two butt cheeks at this point; my hands are folded on my face to make it rest while my elbow is pinched hard on the table.

I've been working all hours with the documents my dad gave me, so many files of the company's fiscal reports at this point my eyes are half closed and my lips are vibrating in exasperation. I just wanna have fun at this point no work pls. Still on the screen I am tasked with checking all the financial reports of the company for like a decade or two, because I'm still not half way yet, this would take weeks to solve. I can see too many discrepancies and spaces in this report.

I wanted to help my dad with this issue. He has been on it for days now and his management are less concerned to give him a better view on the company's fiscal situation. I never intended to come to work today. I could imagine my hands still enfold that innocent strawberry dipped in ice cream. It was yesterday night actually with the remote in my hands the room was silent the silken humming sounds from the TV the dark lights the warm sheets of soft linen that covered my thighs to my feet giving that full comfy experience and the show Mistress is on, in this cool room very chilly but also warm, It could be complete if a man was here with me damn I'm too single, I've been longing for a touch since I last had sex with Clementine boyfriend she was my rival in the school days and it was sensational. Imagine his thighs roughly brushing mine with my thighs open with every thru.....

"MAM" a voice shoots sharply.

What an audacity; to speak in my presence when I am deep in my wild thoughts. I could kill the person in my front, burn their body and toss it in the bureau headquarters, I simply don't know what they're doing there.

My eye brows are neutral in a mid anger expression, my eyes lift slowly up to look at the unfortunate being in my front. Maybe I could curse her, yeah it's a she, rather a bitch. I wave my hand asking her to continue with what she was saying.

"Your dad requested your formal audience in the board room" her head bent down, her hands crossed in a humble stance, as if to say she fully respects the figure that sits in front of her, like bitch you just interrupted my wild session I take that as a full disrespect.

She left when she got no reply from me. Yeah that's what you get for interrupting.

I'm in the concourse, so spacious and cool with no noise , nobody. I stride confidently while my legs gracefully flows at the movement with precise space I'm so fucking elegant.