My Boss's Father by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee [Dee, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance

10

Megan

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I sit on the subway listening to the hustle and bustle of the city above. I typically have headphones in so I can listen to my music or a podcast. Sometimes I even play Netflix shows on my phone. But today, I am deep in thought and choose to go without the extra entertainment.

After all, the weekend that I spent with John at his estate was wonderful. He ravished me again and again, and to my embarrassment, we barely even left his bed. Meals were wheeled to us on silver carts, and I could hardly even meet Jocelyn’s eyes whenever she appeared.

But John wasn’t bothered at all. He merely ate his steak, drank some wine, and then pulled me back to bed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “I need you, Megan.”

I shiver hotly again, remembering the hours of passion. Even now, I wince a bit on the subway seat. John rode me hard, and I loved every second of it.

But now, I’m back to real life. I’m Megan Flowers, and I’m on the New York City subway with lots of people sharing the ride. This is my normal mode of transportation. As the underground train car goes above-ground for a small stretch, I can make out the varying noises of after-work traffic: cars zooming up to stoplights, buses setting off their loud air brakes, taxi drivers leaning out the window to yell at pedestrians, and of course, the street folks busking on the corner hoping to earn a few dimes.

My senses have grown used to all the stimulus, and I’ve developed the ability to zone out. To ignore these extraneous sounds, basically, so that it doesn’t bother me. As a result, I sit on the subway, removed from it all. I have an array of grocery bags at my feet, although they’re not for me. Every Monday after work, I bring groceries and a prescription to the elderly woman down the hall, and I’m looking forward to seeing her.

Maria is a petite lady, standing at a mere five feet tall. She probably only weighs one hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair sits in curls on top of her head, but photo albums displayed on her coffee table show a younger, livelier version of herself with long curly hair and the excitement of life lighting up her eyes. Her eyes now show some of the weariness that comes with age, but they still shine with love and kindness and I value her advice.

She always insists on meeting me at the front door to help carry the bags. She walks with a cane in one hand and struggles to keep herself balanced with a grocery bag in the other, which makes me feel terrible. But I rearrange the bags before I get there to make sure there is one with barely anything in it. I let her carry that one, and manage to shoulder the rest.

Maria’s an amazing person, and I’ve spent many hours with her, listening to her stories.

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