Backing away freak out

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Back out freak off

"Yes Mother, I do have a girlfriend and we spent the weekend together and no you don't know her so back off," he told his mother as she accosted him at the door. "I'm happy so be happy for me," he said as he went to his room to change into a bathing suit. He was going to sit in his hot tub and soak away his pain. He told the maid at the top of the stairs, "Have the hot tub made ready for me please." He continued to his room looking forward to soaking.

The maid came up behind him as he stepped into his room. "Sir that hot tub has not been used in years and it would take the grounds crew a couple of hours to ready it and fill it and more to warm it. There is a nice Jacuzzi tub in your father's old suite. It is quite deep. You know your mother moved out of there before he died."

"Ok thanks," yes, he knew very well his mother moved out. It had been a loud fight and lots of slamming doors. Her clothes were tossed out his door before each slam. The maids scrambled to collect them as his mother stood crying. For such a huge fight he never heard what they were fighting about. Apparently, he thought she was a no-good bitch. That was as much as he heard. He would have to agree at some points she could be. But not any more than the other women in the neighborhood. They never divorced but he cut her off. They shared the same house but seldom were in the same room for more than three years. When he died, she was devastated so he knew she loved him. Maybe she thought she could ride out his anger, but he was not a forgiving man. 

Z slipped into the tub as hot as she could stand it. This time she left the hot water running just a trickle so if she fell asleep, she wouldn't be freezing when she woke. She was not afraid of drowning the tub was too shallow. She barely made it up the stairs as a couple of the male tenets teased her about too much sex. If they only knew they would have been asking for details. Jim had been masterful. He should give lessons; she will be sad to see him go but she can't afford him. 

Her weekend trysts were eating into her budget big time leaving nothing to save. Now she was going to have to eat peanut butter sandwiches for the next week. "He was worth it," she said as she moved around in her tub trying to loosen up some of her muscles. He had been relentless last night and this morning. Sure, tying her down had been her idea but he kept her there playing at point's sadistic games to make her come being very noisy. She had until he had to put a washcloth in her mouth to keep the staff from coming back. He answered the door to a female staff and let her look in to see if Z was not injured. She told her she was fine raising her tied hands as Jim hid behind the door. The washcloth had been her idea, so he was right back to making her come. She hadn't heard of anyone dying that way. 

She hated to do this, but she couldn't keep seeing him and keep on living. She is going to have to send him a text. He did nothing wrong she just can't afford him, and he is not going to foot the bill. Maybe once a month she could splurge. Thirty bucks and no food she could do. She knows she is being chicken shit, but she knew she could not tell him to his face.

Who had Chinese food, they ate pizza cold, nuked, and stale. The whole weekend that one large pizza sustained them. They hadn't been thinking about food. If Jim was hungry, he ate her quite often. Her body quaked with memories. He gets better every time they are together. Bolder, wilder, sexier, he was a man to contend with. 

Six Aleve helped this morning. He almost called in sick, which is something he has never done before. He was exhausted plain and simple, and he only had himself to blame. He hoped Sonya was Ok this morning he had been relentless, but he had enjoyed her so much. She had that damn probe stuck in his ass most of the time. She wouldn't allow him to remove it. He hadn't complained much. He loved the feeling it just made sitting down difficult with it in. He spent time on his knees and hip working her over. He mainly complained to pester her, so she would feel sorry for him not to pull it. He loved her playful banter. He never had much of that in his life being an only child. 

He almost slipped it in late last night when he couldn't sleep, he missed her so much. He knew it was in that bag and it was calling to him telling him he could sleep if he used it. She has him addicted to it. After he was cleaned out and recuperated, she had worked him over. His feet were tied and his hands all he could do is enjoy or beg which he did both with his ass propped up on pillows. He sure felt her today. But that is Ok he got her back big time with the probe attached to him. He did her in the butt later doggie style he slipped it in real quick and she accepted it all. She had to ride that out. Payback is a bitch he reminded her as he plunged deep. 

He was so drained all his dick could do is stay hard. He was beyond release he was just at want. Women cheat they can come for hours on end as long as you can keep them awake. But he found out she could not sleep during an orgasm no matter how tired she was. With her tied, she was at his mercy. After what she pulled on him when he was tied, he had no mercy. She was his to do with as he pleased. She had told him that when they changed positions, she seemed eager to see what he could bring. He let his mind go as perverted as he could, and she loved it. 

Seeming eager to see what he could bring, he worked her over. She didn't use the safe word, so he kept going. He wasn't out to hurt her just make her come. He thinks the neighbors had to change rooms in the middle of the night to be able to sleep she was loud. He tossed a sheet over Sonya, so she could let the staff know she was fine. She waved at her with her hands still tied. He was sure they were the talk of the hotel staff. Thank God they don't know who he is. Then again it would add to the eligible bachelor thing he has going on with the media. But then Sonya may find out who he is, he thought as he gingerly sat down at his desk. 

His phone pinged he had a message.

We are going to have to make this a once a month thing. Sonya L OOOOOOXXXX.

Did I hurt you if I did, I'm sorry

Jim L OOOOOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXXXX

He wrote back quickly. He had been too rough on her. He knew he had pushed her too far.

No, I can't afford every weekend, and don't say you will pay. I hurt just the right kind. I enjoyed you so much. I hate to back away, but I have bills to pay, and I need to eat. Sonya

You're breaking my heart here. Just the thought of not seeing you is causing me pain in my chest. Once a month oh man. Ok, I'll work with you. I wish I had known I would have had you take that laptop. We at least could have FaceTimed. Baby I have money that is not a problem for me."

Jim L OOOOOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXX

Preston typed quickly he didn't think he could go that long and not see her.

Then I would be a prostitute no Dutch or nothing. You have to know how this pains me too, but I have to pay my bills and eat sorry. 

Sonya L I'm sad too.

Z typed in her last text, but she had to slow this down. She doesn't even have a car to live in. She has twenty-seven dollars and has to pay to ride the bus to and from work for two weeks. She has clothes she needs to wash. She dug in her change pot this morning and it looks like Trudy found her stash or maybe one of her druggie friends got it. She has spent two hundred and forty dollars in the last month to see him, no telling how much he spent. 

No way, I will figure out how to see you. Prostitute no way I don't hand you cash. You handed me cash and I don't feel like a gigolo. You just turned my life upside down. I was so sore and happy this morning. Men aren't supposed to cry but I want to now.

Jim ``L`` I want you now.

I know we will work something out

 She wrote and slipped her phone in her pocket she needed to get back to work. She had been hiding in the file room texting, but she had work to do. All she needs to do is get fired. Walking up to Wendy's desk she looked better.

"You look like you had a wild weekend," Wendy whispered.

"Me," Z famed innocents. 

"Yeah you," Wendy said looking her over. 

"No, I decided to start working out this weekend. Some friends and I went to a gym. We all over did it. There was a coupon in the paper for a free day," She told her a big lie, but she was not going to tell her anything. She already moved in on one non-boyfriend. She will be friendly and nice, but her sex life is none of her business. Z doesn't want to hear about hers either the girl is a freak. Well so is she, but she is not telling her that and it is not with any guy she can find on some site either. 

She went by everyone's desk collected their papers and got on with her job. Yep, she felt him with every move she made. She knows that is what he wanted a constant reminder of him. 

Preston figures out halfway into his staff meeting how to get around Sonya's monthly meeting. Bradley said something about apartments, and it hit him. He'll rent a midrange place and claim it is a friend's love shack. He uses it on the weekdays and spends the weekends with his family. He'll tell her he thinks he is a dog, but he will let him use it on the weekends for free. 

He needs to give it a few days, so she won't see through the deception. He smiled real big and everyone at the table looked at him as if he was crazy. He was about her.

"Sorry, I just thought of something please continue," he told the group and continued to think about how to accomplish this. He'll need furniture and kitchen stuff. You have to be able to hire someone to do this stuff. 

"Stagers," he said quietly.

After work he decided to follow the bus, she rides meeting up with it at the hotel he followed to see exactly where the thing runs. If he could find an apartment complex on the same line it would be easy for her to come and see him. If she would accept help, he would move her into an apartment where she could live for free. Then she would say she is a prostitute or a kept woman. He was screwed again. She is adamant they keep their lives separate but claims she is not married.

 Pulling out of the hotel's parking lot he followed the bus he saw her get on Sunday. He drove along, and things just got worse. He hadn't realized how close his hotel was to the ghetto. He continued to drive, and it went from bad to worse. When hookers and drug dealers started to approach his Bentley at the lights he decides to turn around and head back to his side of town. Could this be the reason that she is poor and ashamed? She isn't stupid, her vocabulary is excellent, and she is quick and witty. He wished his employees spoke as well as she did. She can get a little salty with her enthusiastic encouragement and she is quite fond of 'fuck me hard.' Then again so is he now. He knows she was not a hooker she was quite tight the first night. "Come on Sonya let me into your world. I would love to let you into mine. You would never worry about eating again or rent or if someone loved you." 

They were working on a month since they met, and he couldn't stand the idea of waiting a month to hold her again. He again learned nothing new about her this weekend except she was a horny little thing. Only with him, she did go two years without a man. 

Had some man hurt her? Is that why she was so cautious about where she lives and who pays? Maybe she had a stalker, and it took her two years to get on with her life, and this time it is on her terms. Maybe he figured her out he thought as he pulled up to his home. 

"You're late I was worried," his mother admonished as he stepped in the door. 

"I was out looking at property you worry too much. Am I late for dinner? No," Preston complained as he skirted past her. "Good Lord woman I'm thirty-four and have a multibillion-dollar company I run. Don't you think I can take care of myself?" he grumped as she followed him. He had been so snippy since he had been seeing this woman, what was he hiding? His mother wondered as she followed him across the house. "Of course, I do it is just you have been so preoccupied lately." 

"Well, I'm home now. What is for dinner?" he asked to placate her. Lord, he didn't need this needy woman on his ass today of all days.

In his room on his cheap laptop, he searched for apartments by the crappie motel where he first met her. He knew she could find her way around there. 

The problem was they were crappie apartments too. They looked like section eight rejects to him. Hell no. He had to do better than that for her. He popped up the city bus route and studied it for a while. Seeing how everything was connected. He found a connector bus line to a better part of town but still close to his hotel and began his search again. He wondered where she worked and realized she may not live out that way at all. She could have transferred at any point. The bus she rides was the main line across town and it had offshoots everywhere. "Shit," he yelled in frustration and heard something clanging to the floor. He had to stop that; the staff was a nervous wreck around him lately. This was the second outburst in as many weeks. That is what Sonya has done to him. She frustrated the hell out of him, but he couldn't get enough of her. 

He sent her a text to test the waters to see if she would fall for this scenario before, he spent a ton of money setting up an apartment for nothing.

Ok sweetie I have a friend who has an apartment he uses during the week while he is in town and every weekend he goes home and spends time with his family. He is thinking about letting me use it as long as we keep it clean, and I stock his refrigerator with beer. He stuck that in there to make it sound believable.  He says it is a nice place and I will bring clean sheets with me each time because I know we are messy. 

Jim J trying my best OX.

All of a sudden you have a friend. Z wrote back he sure is moving fast. The man is motivated. 

Not all of a sudden I have lots of friends. I was down in the dumps. You seem to do that to me often, and he asked why. Briefly, I told him about the expense problem, and he offered his place. 

Jim J L I am trying I like your ass. OOOOOXXXXXXXXXXJ

No, you like what I do to your ass be honest. S

Maybe but you have the best-looking ass ever and all the bits attached are mighty fine too. Come on Baby it is an offer, and it is free. J not

Fine but give me a weekend off I have stuff I need to do, and you keep me too busy. S

Perfect it will give me time to work out the details with him, buy sheets, and be ready with bells on for you. I'll let you know the address when I find out. I can't wait to get a hold of you again. 

Anxious to see you again your Jim OOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXXXXXX all over your body. 

You need to use that butt thing and relax. I will see you soon. Your Sonya baby with the fine ass OOOOOOXXXXXXX all over your face. I had a vision of a cowbell hanging from your hard dick. Ha Ha.

Preston read the text and burst out laughing she's such a handful. Ok, she took the bait now he has to find a place. He started looking over the different sites and an apartment finder site kept popping up on the side, so he took down the number. He'll call them in the morning.

Back to work, he called first thing in the morning to find they didn't start taking calls until ten AM, so he got busy with the daily grind. He had a suggestion he needed to follow up with Peggy in Accounts Receivable he remembered she submitted a good one. One of her workers had a suggestion he remembered that it sounded good. He dug around on his desk to find the page. "Data storage Oh yeah," he said and had Maureen contact his IT guy on what it would take to start that. They are behind the times with technology except in reservations and billing the credit cards. Those will always come first but if he has money to do some upgrades in the accounts receivable departments he might as well use it. It is always good for tax purposes.

"Ok Stephen what will it take to set that type of system up," Preston asked trying to get to the bottom line. Why he hadn't thought of this before? That man was a computer geek deluxe and most of what he said went right over his head. "Just a few thousand is all?" Stephen told him after checking into the system. Preston's question was answered he was shocked at the cost. 

"Yeah, it would simplify my business."

"Yeah go ahead and make the calls and let's set that up. I'm going to go down and speak to Peggy and see where you could set that station up." He thought this was too easy. Whoever thought that up needs a raise?

"I'm going to Accounts Receivable if you need me, I have my phone," Preston told Maureen he seemed happy again. The man had been a ping pong ball lately. Someone has him riled up she has noticed.

Preston stepped into the area Peggy looked up when she saw him, and she stood. "Mr. Palmer how nice to see you," she announced hoping the others heard and stayed busy. Of course, they didn't, everyone stopped working and stared at the handsome man at the door as the phones continued to ring. Preston was used to that reaction anytime he visited one of his offices. He wondered if it was because he was so handsome or because he was the boss. He was going to give it to both reasons. 

"I've come down about your suggestion and wanted to see where we could sit that type of system up down here," he offered looking the place over. He hadn't been down here in a long time he realized and chastised himself for being so neglectful of visiting his staff. 

Drawn by the voices Z stepped out of the file room and stood in shocked silence at the man standing in front of Peggy's desk. What the hell was Jim doing at her work and how did he find her? She knew this was not good. Has he become a stalker because she begged off for one lousy weekend? She got pissed quickly. How dare he.

"Zarita," Peggy said drawing her attention away from him. "This is Mr. Palmer he owns this hotel. Well a bunch of them," Peggy told her. He saw angry defiance in her eyes as her jaw clenched. 

"Just five," Preston said and continued to walk towards Sonya not believing his eyes. How could she work here and how has he never seen her before? He thought he had seen every fine-looking woman in this place. Someone usually swings by his office to inform him of a spotting of a pretty woman working here so he can check her out. How had Jack missed her? 

"OK five, Zarita Ionescu this is Preston Palmer, sweetie why don't you show him the file room and the problem we're having," Peggy said, the suggestion was her idea she could deal with him. The girls all went back to work and the room grew loud with talking as they answered phone calls.

Preston turned and looked at Peggy when she called her sweetie, which was his name for her, and she was not your sweetie. Turning his attention back to Sonya now known as Zarita? What kind of name is that? Is she a Gypsy con artist? One of those Travelers who con people, did he walk into a trap as he feared. He knew it she was too good to be true. He wondered how much blackmail would be and why is she giving him the evil eye.

What the hell he let her do all those things to him and she works for him. Did she know it was him all along and was this some ploy to embarrass him, blackmail him? Preston wanted to run but he knew he couldn't she had some explaining to do. It had better sound good because he was ready to send her to Fargo and that woodchipper. Good God if this gets out, he's sunk in his world. Zarita is that some gypsy name was he in some scam she is pulling to blackmail him, he wondered as he continued to walk towards her.

"Yeah that sounds good show me around we will need room for this set-up," he said and continued to walk toward her. She stepped to the back of the small room as he closed the door trapping her there. 

"Well so much for anonymous friends," Z said as he put his back to the door. His face was full of mixed emotions. One second, he looked happy to see her, the next he was angry, for the first time she was scared of him. She knew he had money but not this kind of money. 

"Yeah so much. So Zarita huh?" he asked contempt in his voice. 

"Yes, most people call me Z. My big boss huh? What are we going to do now?" she asked because this changed everything. Except she didn't want to stop seeing him her body ached for his touch as she was speaking to him. She had to fight the draw to walk into his arms. 

"You had no idea who I was Z?" He asked, and he sounds pissed. 

"No, P I would have run the other direction," she snapped right back.

"I had no idea you worked here, or I would have run too. But we didn't so now what?" He asked realizing she didn't know who he was. She was not that good of a liar. 

"So how is the apartment going?" she asked and gave him a sexy smile. 

"It is not going anywhere unless you agree to move into it," he told her he could tell she had no blackmail plot. 

"So, you have no friend with an apartment?"

"No, it was the first lie I ever told you, but I was desperate to keep seeing you," he said staring her down. 

 "Can you give me a chance to think?" Z asked, he was being so intense. She could understand why she had turned his world upside down again, but she had backed away from him as far as she could, and he kept coming towards her. This man has money, scary money. She can't even run she has none because she spent it all on him.

"Sure, I can give you time but if you're thinking of running don't, I will find you."

"Is that a threat?" She asked with contempt. No one was going to order her around and control her.

"No, it was a statement of love. Ok yes, this has turned out weird but girl I love you and I can't lose you because I have money. That is a crazy kind of thinking. Most women want to find a man with money. See I knew this would happen as soon as you found out, I would lose you. You think about us and how good we are together and take my offer."

"Of what being a kept woman?" Zarita asked in a much softer tone." She didn't want anyone to hear. 

"Well, it was the only offer I thought you might agree to. Would you marry me and move into my house with me this weekend."

"Now you're crazy. Way too fast for me." Marry him he has lost it. She barely knows him. 

"See, then take my offer for the apartment and you can pay half of the rent if you have to," he offered.

"With what? I spent all my money trying to keep you happy," she complained the reality of life had not sunk in yet.

"Ok, we have a room full of ladies wondering what is going on in here so why don't we argue this out tonight? By the way, you look great in jeans," he said giving her his I want you look. He watched as she clenched her thighs together. He got to her that fast. 

"I tore five of my dresses on the cabinets Peggy told me to wear them," Z said looking down at how she was dressed as her body ached for him.

"So, as you can see the cabinets are full and we have run out of room. Even with me pulling every out-of-date document as I file," Z told him as he opened the door to a room full of interested women. 

"I see your dilemma. That was an intelligent solution I have my IT man working on the new system now. Your job is going to be hectic for a while downloading everything. We may have to hire temporary help, Peggy," Preston said turning his attention to the group of women working away in this room. Fear of them hearing it went out the nonexistent window. The place was buzzing with phone calls and talking. He had no idea they were that busy.

"Yes, sir I'll see what I can do when it is set up and ready to go," Peggy told him. 

Z stood in her doorway not knowing how to react watching him walk away. He was so fine so handsome and so rich he said he loved her. What the hell is she going to do?

He knew this wasn't a set-up when he saw her reaction. Whether she knows it or not she loves him. She is just gun-shy, and he has to figure out why.