A Life To Remember

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Non-Fiction

Young adult Katarina Conor finds her new boss extremely irresistible.Her boss Timothy Davis wants his little new employe more than he needs.. Air to...

Chapter 19

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By clabunie

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Absolutely not!" Timothy shouts at me.</pre>

"I am not asking for your permission. I am telling you." </pre>

I just told him that i will go out with Anton and because i hate lies, i told him out history. Needless to say that he is furious.

"Then we are done." he says,looking into my eyes, dead serious. Well.. Two can play that game.</pre>

"Fine. I will not lose my friends Timothy. You are married. The least i can do i have friends." i reply to him, my eyes locked into his, making my voice sounding serious, but my heart was panting. He will not let me go will he?</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">We both stay silent and after 10 seconds i decide that it's my time to make my dramatic exit. I sigh and frown at him and turn to leave.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"No! Wait!" he shouts and i root. Well that didn't take long.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">I turn my body to face him, he looks angry and confused. "Are you sure you are just friends now?"</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Timothy, me and Anton, we will never be just friends.." i sigh in the realization.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Then no!" he shouts at me again.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Then i guess we are done." i whisper. Tears trying to escape my eyes. A knot in my throat so big it hurts.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Do you love him?" he asks not looking at me. Tears start to slide. Is this really it?</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Yes." i admit.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"As a friend?"

"I don't know... Probably not." i frown. What is this? The day of Katarina Conor's revelations? </pre>

"It's hard to keep up with him baby.." he hesitates and comes closer to me, taking my hand into his. "You love him, while you only like me." he smiles a sad smile.</pre>

"You are married. How can i love you?"</pre>

Someone knocks on the door and he gasp stepping away from me, going behind his mahogany desk.

"Come in." he says, his voice really sad. Do i have this effect on him?</pre>

A brunette petite women enters the room. She has long hands and short boy-ish haircut. She wears eye glasses and she has nearly no breast. Is that person even a woman?</pre>

"Lana?" Timothy greets her. Oh she is a woman! "Is everything all right?"</pre>

"Yes sir. I just need the numbers in order to complete the logistic stuff."</pre>

"I will e-mail them to you."</pre>

She lowers her eyes, blushes and leaves the room.

Timothy is still not looking at me. After what seems to be an eternity he speaks.</pre>

"Why are you doing this to us?"</pre>

"Us?" i say angry, my temperature starting to rise. "What us? You your wife and myself?"</pre>

He shoots his eyes at me. He looks extremely wounded and offended. But i didn't said anything but the truth.</pre>

"There are things you don't know." he frowns and looks down again, he looks like a child that is being scold. My heart hurts when he looks so venerable.

I practically run to him and he opens his arms and welcome me into his lap.</pre>

"Lock the door and start talking."</pre>

He smiles to me and presses that little button. I hear a very faded beep and the red light lights above the doorknob. I look down at him and he he smiles, slowly caressing my thigh. I stop his hand by slapping it softly.</pre>

"No Timothy.. Talk.."</pre>

"Ah.." he sighs but he doesn't remove his hand. How am i supposed to absorb anything he has to say if his hand is softly touching my sex?</pre>

"It all starts so long ago. When my parents were alive. They are dead now. They died when i was about 14. Some good man wanted to adopt me. Regardless to say that i was in a mess."</pre>

"How did your parents die?" i ask in shock.</pre>

"My mother liked her wine. One night she and my father were having sexual intercourse and they went to the living room after they were done to take a drink. One thing led to another and i was trapped in my room and i literally heard them screaming while burning to death." he takes a deep breath and he stops.</pre>

That is by far the most horrific thing i have ever heard. No child have to experience this. No child get to burry his/her parents. No human being have to hear any creature burn alive. I imagine him a little scared boy, trapped in his room while the house was on fire. Hearing his dad and mother burn to death and he being unable to help at all.</pre>

Tears start to pool in my eyes. How much scared he had to be? How many scars did that left him? I can't even begin to imagine. I can't help myself and i hug him hard. My hands to his neck. My face in his hair, breathing him and kissing his bronze Primroses.</pre>

"No baby, don't. Please don't cry." he tries to soothe me but his words make me cry and sob more. </pre>

He pushes back and and unclogs my hands from his neck. With his fingers he wipes my tears.</pre>

"Easy now or i will stop with my story!" he warns softly. I nod still sobbing and he goes on.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"After that i was in a mess. I was scared and afraid. I am still afraid of fire and i am not ashamed to admit it. Anyway.. Between my shoplifting and my beating and other terrible things i did, a man came to the orphanage and showed interest in me. Long story short he adopted me. Time went by and he and his wife helped me to leave behind me the massacre. Not that i have forgot it, not at all baby. At some point of my life another man came. He claimed to be a cousin of my foster dad. My foster dad owed him big time. What? I never learnt. So this cousin was dying and he needed a husband for his daughter." </pre>

He stopped and smiled at me. With his hand he pushed my chin up and only then i realized that my mouth has dropped open. Wow. What can i say to that....?</pre>

"Kate... How old were you?" i ask him in horror.</pre>

"I was 17." his eyes filled with sadness. Oh my poor poor Timothy.</pre>

"He signed for you? Like a legal guardian?"</pre>

Damn. I thought this stuff were only happening in movies..</pre>

"Kate and her father brought me into this world. I knew nothing."</pre>

"And yet, now you are the master of the universe. It's your name in everything!" i motion my hands outside of the glass window and show him the world.</pre>

"Still, i owe my wife and her family, everything..." My phone rings interrupting is. Hmm i don't know that number...</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Hello?" i ask, my voice trembling, Timothy wiping my tears with his soft velvet finger.</pre>

"Are you OK Kat?!" Anton asks me worried. Shit! That man had timing.</pre>

"Yes Anton, i'm fine.. What's up?"</pre>

Timothy's hand drops from my face. It hurt deep inside me like he punched me. He stiffened him self and lock his eyes on mine.</pre>

"I am just calling to arrange the time and the place of our meeting." i can sense him smiling.</pre>

No.. Say no.. Please Timothy mouths at me. </pre>

Sorry i mouth back shaking me head.</pre>

"Sure, where do you want to meet?" </pre>

I know i am a mean person ok? I know. After everything he just said to me how can i go to a date with an other man? Buy that's the point. Anton is not just any other man. And let's be honest here. If i did cancel our meeting wouldn't that seem like i pity Timothy? I don't want him to feel like i pity him. I am not here because of that.</pre>

"I know a great bar. It's a hotel bat actually.." oh Anton.. Making his intentions clear from the start.</pre>

"Sure. Would you collect me at...hm... Lets say 5 in the afternoon? I work at Davis Inc. It's not far from my place. Just go to my house and go north to N-7 and you won't miss it. The building is huge and you will be able to see it from there. It's a publishing house."</pre>

"Sure ok!" he sounds happy and excited. "See ya baby." he says and he hangs up.

I press the button and the mobile screen turns black. Timothy grabs my wrist and shakes my hand so i drop the phone to the floor.</pre>

"And he will take you to a hotel bar? So he can fuck you later?" he hisses at me with closed eyes.</pre>

"Probably yes." i admit at him. And i want to do this with Anton. I owe a lot to him. I lived so many things with him. He is my person.</pre>

Timothy pushes me out of his lap. I gasp at his action. He turns me so he is faced with my back.

"I won't allow it." he says and he shoves me in front so i use my hands to steady my self on his desk. </pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Spread your legs." he orders behind me. </pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;"> hesitate and he kicks my ankles and with his hands he spreads them himself. Oh my... He has dark intentions and my insides are starting to catch up and my thighs are shaking.</pre>

"You are going to go there already fucked."he hisses again and with one move he drops down my leggings to my ankles. I am not wearing any underwear since he didn't have any in the closet he made for me and my suitcase is a lost case.</pre>

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">"Timothy..." i breath heavy and i hear the noise of him undoing his fly.. He spreads my legs even wider and in a second he thrusts deep inside me and a scream escapes my mouth.</pre>

"You are fucking mine." he shouts and slams his erection deep into my vagina once more. I let a cry out again but this time i don't answer him that i am his. Who would have ever imagined that Anton would come back?</pre>

He notices and he fists his hand into my curls and pulls my head back so my behinds are arched to him. He took me by surprise so my hands bend on his office and a little picture frame scatters on the floor. He speeds up and slams himself inside me fast and hard. He is not caressing me, he is not touching me. He is just fucking me, pulling my hair.</pre>

"You are mine! Say it!" he shouts again and this time i know that everyone is here listening to us. He didn't give them the day off again. "Say it!" he shouts once more and this time he spanks me with all of his power.</pre>

And as soon as his hand left a mark on my ass, i knew it. No matter what i will be always his. Anton, his wife..all the other women. I don't care. This. What he is doing to me. Only me. My insides are melting with the heat. My blood boing for him. My skin screaming and needing his touch. My mind always thinking of him. Yes, he can have his wife, and yes, i can have Anton, but is us.. Unbroken.</pre>

"I am yours. Only yours." i breath panting from his pounding behind me.

He moans and goes even faster still not touching me, still just fucking me.

He pulls my hair even more, making me arch my back to him more.</pre>

"When you go and meet him, i will come too."</pre>

"Argh!" i moan in pleasure. He is so possessive... It turns me on even more.</pre>

"Come for me baby. Come only for me."</pre>

"Yes, only for you.." i breath and my inside burst and my thighs tremble and my knees bend but he hugs my belly and keeps me in place, still thrusting inside me as i come around him in a magical orgasm. </pre>

"You.feel.so.good." he says, separating each word with each trust inside me making my orgasm last much much much longer.When i am finally done and i can't keep my legs apart he starts trusting even more harder and faster than ever before.</pre>

"Mr. Davis please.. You are killing me." i plead him to slow down.</pre>

But apparently my words are his undone and he pulls out of me fast and in seconds i feel him coming on my behinds. His hot liquid shooting over my behinds and dropping slowly down to my thighs.. I turn to look at him and he smiles at me but the smile doesn't reach his face.</pre>

"You are still going to let him fuck you don't you?" he asks me dead serious.</pre>

And the it hits me. </pre>

"Yes i am." i answer him and i an serious too. </pre>