Mr. Stone: A Mr. Billionaire Short Story by Olivia Hawthorne & Flirt Club

Author:Olivia Hawthorne & Flirt Club [Hawthorne, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hawthorne Publishing
Published: 2019-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Monday morning was busy, as always. Especially considering I'd forced everybody to go home for the weekend to do something other than work.

I wondered how many of them had secretly logged in from home. I suspected a lot of them were as driven and single minded as myself.

My weekend had been a total fucking loss though. I’d gone to my parent’s place on Saturday, then out with the guys that night. Sunday was golf with the other guys, working out, and dinner with friends from college.

But I’d barely been present for any of it.

All I’d been consumed with was Miss Carmichael.

I was a man haunted by the image of a stunning girl with a body that didn’t quit and legs that went on forever.

Legs that had caught me in their iron grip and pulled me into her pussy, demanding and milking me of everything I had for her.

I was once again deep in thought over her when I got to the office.

"Good morning, Mr. Stone," a young women with jet black hair and severe bangs said as I approached my door.

"Good morning, who are you?" I asked. I never was one for niceties.

"I'm your new assistant. My name is Georgia. I'll be able to handle anything you throw my way," she said and raked her eyes up and down me suggestively.

"You're fired," I said and walked past her.

I heard her exclaim as I shut my door but I wasn't going to put up with that again. Flirty assistants were the absolute worst, they made it impossible to get anything done. And not because I was ever tempted, but simply because they were the type who wanted to land the boss so they never had to work again.

I sat down and grabbed the phone on the low table near my desk. For half a moment I wondered what the fuck had happened in my office...all my shit was scattered around the room and my desk was empty.

Then my eyes caught the neckties still wrapped around the legs of my desk and I felt my dick twitch as the memory of Elise came pulsing through my head.

"Fuck," I said and cursed my impulsive cock for taking over and hiring her on Friday night. How was I going to work while being constantly reminded of such intoxicating beauty?

How could I go without trussing her up and fucking that beautiful cunt of hers again even just once more?

I checked my emails and was surprised to find a refund from Silver Secrets, minus ten percent.

I texted them immediately and asked them what it was for.

“You didn’t receive our service on Friday night,” they replied.

“I had a girl here,” I texted back.

“Bets arrived at the destination but was unable to get inside. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Would you like to schedule another appointment for later today?”

“Is Elise there today?”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a girl called Elise. You can look at our website and find one that suits you.”

“Elise Carmichael.”

“Sorry, that’s not one of our girls.

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