"No, that's not it. I got the promotion before this happened, hence the celebrations last night..."
"But no-one else will know that will they," she snarled, "It's your word against mine, and believe me, I can be pretty persuasive."
I pushed her off me, pushing her onto her back. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. "What are you planning on telling people, coz I mean, I would rather we kept this quiet."
She slapped me with that. "How dare you?! You seduce me, bed me and then treat me like dirt! You son of a bitch!" She raised her hand to slap me again, but this time I saw it coming, grabbing her arm.
"Calm down," I spoke in a softer tone, rubbing my cheek with my other hand. "Look, Liz, this isn't how I wanted things. I don't remember anything about last night at all. I'm not lying to you, I wouldn't do that, not only are you my boss, you're also a friend. I woke up this morning thinking 'who the fuck is that next to me'. I saw the blonde hair instead of Chantelle's natural dark hair and it messed my brain up. I have no idea what's happened. I also have no idea what it is you have against me to ruin my relationship as well as put both of our jobs under pressure."
"You don't know already," she screeched, "You did this to me."
"Done what Liz," I asked. I genuinely had no idea what was going on.
She sat silently for a couple of minutes, staring at her hands. She sat upright on the bed, letting the covers pool around her waist, giving me the chance to see her beautiful breasts. 'They really are beautiful' I though to myself. She had dark nipples set high upon her perky breasts. They weren't massive, but they had a fair size, at a guess I would say around a B/C-cup, whatever they are. As she breathed deeply her breasts rose and fell. Keeping me enthralled in them. She finally spoke and I forced myself to look at her face.
"Dan, I've loved you for a while now, you sleep with me, then try to give me the shoulder. I've worked hard to try and get you into bed, and all you can do is ditch me. What's with that?!"
"Look, I still don't know what I have done to upset you." I ignored the 'love' comment and carried on talking, "If anything, I should be mad with you, I mean... what the hell are you trying to achieve by trying to get us both out of jobs, and me out of a relationship?!" I was getting worked up, ready for a big battle if it came to it. I knew she was stubborn, but I wasn't going to back down easily.
She sneered at me, "maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked me silly. I have it all on tape too. You're a twat Dan, a cocky son of a bitch that needed taking down a peg or two. I on the other hand am pretty much perfect." She laughed out loud with that comment.
"You slimy bitch," I retaliated. "I have done nothing to you. I've had enough." With that I leant over her to get my boxers that I could see hanging over the chair beside her. She took advantage of my movement and pressed her lips against mine. I went to pull away but she rolled on top of me, her legs either side of my hips, her hands at my face holding my lips to her.
I rolled my head side to side, and pushed at her body. I didn't want to hurt her so I didn't try too hard. I mean her breasts were mashed into my chest, her hips gyrating over my crotch. After a few seconds my anger turned into lust and I was holding her body to mine.
I flipped her over onto her back and held her hands with one of mine, giving myself access to her body. I was rough, very rough, rougher than I had ever been sexually. I think my anger towards her had turned into something passionate, something I didn't want, something she did. She laughed as I nipped her flesh. She laughed as I groped. She laughed as I flipped her over, grabbing at her bottom, pulling the skin. I could see the welts left there. My mind was telling me to stop, but my body was keeping me going, urging me forward.
I slipped my fingers between her legs, hearing her laughter subside to a moan, to check if she was wet enough for my invasion. Yes was the answer. Without hesitation I slammed my cock deep inside her, holding still for just a second, before pumping away with no remorse. I found I didn't care if she was close to cumming. I was using her. I grabbed her hips and slammed her into me, faster and faster, until I could feel the tell-tale signs in my balls of me about to cum. I gave her no warning. I shot my load deep into her, maybe triggering off her own orgasm, I was too wrapped up in myself to care.
