The story takes a bit of a turn I hope you guys like the new direction. Also my apologizes for the long wait, part 5 will be done soon.
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It was a long winter without Otto, our love story ended as fast as it begun. It was a mistake to move in with him so quickly, he had so many secrets and even though I still craved his touch, it was time to move on. I was lucky to have found a job shortly after we started cohabitating and if not for that, I would have been homeless.
I met Mr. Remy, when I was with my other ex-prior to Otto, they worked together and had he had always been very kind to me. So, when I saw that his firm was hiring, I jumped at the opportunity. I was a mess in the interview, I cried and spilled my guts about everything. Once I was done crying he offered me a tissue and told me I could start on Monday if I wanted to. I was so over joyed, I had no idea why he would hire me after how I behaved in the interview.
At the time, both Otto and I had gotten used to our little sex slave routine and my new schedule was ruining our sex life. When he got home sometimes I was still at work and vice versa. We went from having sex every day to only twice a week and I was extremely horny all the time. I had an itch that just had to be scratched. I was Mr. Remy's personal assistant and my days consisted of getting him coffee, taking his calls and taking minutes during his meetings. There was so much work to be done that most days I spend my lunch hour eating at his desk while going through my daily tasks.
Mr. Remy was a tall, dark man, he was 6' 3 and had broad shoulders. He towered over me and I liked it. I was always attracted to guys with beards and he had a thick Rick Ross like beard that was always well keep. Some days I would fantasize about him rubbing that beard all over my face until it was red and agitated. He had beautiful soft hands that were made to calm me down. Sometimes he would rest them gently on my shoulders whenever I became flustered. Oh, and his lips, he had beautiful full kissable lips. I didn't know exactly when I started to fall for Mr. Devonian, but I do remember feeling guilty because I did love Otto but Mr. Remy was so different with me. I kept my feelings to myself because I didn't want to cheat on Otto, and when I couldn't bear it any longer I ended things.
While I was single, Mr. Remy still carried on a professional relationship with me, there were lines drawn up and he stayed in those lines completely. In the months after my break up, I spent all my time with him and I wasn't just his personal assistant I had also became his friend. Sometimes he would pick me up and we would go on long drives, all the while still discussing tasks that we needed to tackle once the weekend was over.
However, everything soon changed. One night we were working late in his office. He had a meeting with some new clients and they wanted to go to a hookah lounge. He admitted to me that he had never really smoked the stuff and thought that we should check out the lounge before he took his potential clients there.
"I need you to accompany me there, Ms. Hagan," he said, I gave him a slight smile, trying to hide my obvious excitement. We drove over and nothing seemed amiss. We arrived at the club and I walked next to him with my note pad in hand ready to take any notes that were needed.
"You can put that away," he said to me once we were inside, "Everything is already sorted for tomorrow".
The hostess escorted us to a private room, the lights were low and Mr. Remy and I were seated in the corner of the room sharing one of the three hookahs. The hostess advised of the choices but her words seemed to wash over me, all I could think of was how close he was sitting and how delicious he smelled. It had been 2 months since I had sex and his soft hands mistakenly brushed my legs sending thrills up all over my body.
"I ordered for us," he said once the hostess left. I nodded, all of a sudden, my mouth was dry.
"I hope you don't mind sharing a drink with me as well?"
"No, no that's fine" I said trying to sound normal.
"Did I overstep?" He asked and I shook my head.
"I got the special blend one," he said, I was sitting so close I felt dizzy, "I think its weed, should be fine."
I nodded again.
"Georgina?" He asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," I said turning to face him, it was a mistake staring into those deep caring brown eyes of his. I felt myself start to lean back into the sofa we were sitting on and I stared into the ceiling trying my best to keep my hands to myself.
The hostess came back with our drinks and explained how the hookah worked and again I paid no attention to her words. I guzzled down my wine instantly and he shot me a puzzled look. My panties were already soaked and I was having a hard time being so close to him. I got over myself once he started smoking. He put the mouthpiece to his mouth and pulled it deeply, I couldn't help imagining him sucking on my nipples. He blew the smoke out slowly, and since I was sitting so close most of it got into my face. It smelled like mint.
He apologized but I told him it was fine, I liked it. So he did it again, and I relished the smoke hitting my face. Once he was done it was my turn. I mimicked him and sucked as hard as I could and then let the smoke out. I wasn't sure if it was weed or tobacco but the taste of the mint was overwhelming.
