One night stand with my billionaire boss

[Nicole]

I pulled over in front of the apartment I share with my boyfriend Clark, and got out of the car. I was an hour earlier than usual, and would have been much earlier if I hadn't made a stop at the spa. I tried not to hurry even though I was super anxious to get inside, and see him, and...

It was so much of a relief to finally get home after an unusually long day at the office, and at the spa. Even the drive home was just as long or was it just my excitement to get home?

"I have a surprise for you, but when you get back." Clark's words from this morning had not stop resounding in my head all day, and had forced me to play sick at the office which was the reason I was home earlier thean usual. As I got closer to the main house, the words seemed to sound even louder now. It was pointless to think about what the surprise might be since I was sure of what Clark had planned for me.

It was about time after all!

I looked at my right fourth finger, satisfied with the manicure treatment I just got, and imagined an engagement ring on it. I suppressed an excited squeal, but not the giant smile that spread through my face. What better time to pop the big question than on our fifth anniversary?

I could hear the pleasant sound of music coming from the apartment, and I felt my excitement increasing again.

I imagined Clark in the sitting room, with candles and roses arranged all over the place as I pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The sitting room was empty. I noted with a bit of disappointment, but not enough to make me call my excitement off.

Instead of roses and candles there were Clark's underpants on the floor along with a female's dress and undies that were not mine.

My legs suddenly grew weak from underneath me and my chest began thumping really fast.

The sweet sounding music played on, nearly concealing the whispering sounds coming from the bedroom, and for a brief moment I deliberated between going inside the bedroom or just sitting right here.

I wasn't sure if I'll be able to handle it if my suspicion is confirmed, so I sat on one of the sofas in the sitting room, and just stared into space.

The sweet sounding music did not sound sweet to me anymore, and so I turned it off, and realized my mistake right after: It wasn't whispers the music concealed, but loud moanings.

I clenched my fist in anger as flashes of images from this morning played in my head.

They were so engrossed in the act that they did not notice that the music had stopped playing.

"Yeah...Clark...go harder baby." I heard the bitch moan loudly, and I lost my cool.

I pushed the half opened door, and I stared wide-eyed at the sight that greeted me.

Both Clark and a strange lady were on the bed, stark naked. While she bent over like a dog, Clark was behind her, the full length of his shaft was inside her pussy, and both of his hands held her boobs firmly.

I watched with so much sadness mixed with anger as her boobs bounced underneath Clark's firm grip as he thrusted in and out of her. It was the same style of sex we did this morning, I thought, and suddenly felt like a fool.

He had me believe I was special when I was just one of his sex toys.

I didn't realize I was crying until a drop of liquid touched my foot. I touched my face and felt more tears just as I bursted into sobs.

My sobs seemed to announce my presence to them, as they immediately stopped what they were doing, and turned instead to face me.

While the look on the lady's face was that of embarrassment and shock, Clark had an air of indifference about him. He was unmoved by my presence or tears.

My anger and jealousy increased when I realized just how pretty the lady was, and how I was no match for her. I let my eyes travel through her naked body without hiding the disgust I felt, and smiled within me when she pulled up the bed cloth to cover herself. She sure deserved the discomfort she felt.

The lady, as if realizing herself, let go of the bedcloth and scurried out of the bed, and out of the room to get her clothes, leaving me alone with Clark.

Clark!

I turned to face him, and the aching in my heart increased.

"Is this the surprise you had for me?" I asked just as the entrance banged shut to announce the bitch's departure.

"Answer me!" I screamed. Clark, who was staring wide-eyed at me, jerked in shock. He has never heard me scream.

"Ye...I mean.. of ..of course not." He stuttered, and I shook my head slightly as if to shake away the stabbing pain I felt.

"What happened, Clark? Ain't I enough for you?" The tears were building up again. Clark noticed it and rushed to my side but I moved back.

"Don't touch me" I said in a weak and shaky voice.

"I'm sorry you had to see this," Clark started, and I blinked my eyes in disbelief.

Is he really apologizing because I saw him cheat instead of apologizing for his actions?

"This is not the surprise I planned for tonight." He continued, disrupting my thoughts, and I scoffed in his face.

"I think you've surprised me enough for today." I said, and headed for the walk in closet. I let the tears pour out uncontrollably as I left Clark's presence.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Clark walk towards the dressing table, but I couldn't care less. He can walk straight to hell for all I care.

In the closet, I sobbed some more. It was heartbreaking to think that five years with Clark came only to this. I recalled Clara's warning, and the tears increased somewhat.

Where do I start from? Where will I go? I asked myself and I realized that I had no answer to these questions.

I heard my phone ring from the sitting room, and reluctantly dragged myself to the sitting room where I had left my bag, brushing past Clark who was searching frantically for something I couldn't tell.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him look in my direction for a brief moment but I continued walk to the sitting room, from where my phone rang, not giving a fuck.

My phone stopped ringing just as I retrieved it from my bag, and began to ring again almost immediately.

It was Clara, my best friend calling. I noted with a sad sigh, and for a slight second, I feared she would gloat.

I answered the call nonetheless, and brought the phone closer to my ear.

"You lying bitch!" She screamed excitedly from the other end, referring to my playing sick at the office." I let out a sad sigh, wondering if playing sick wasn't a mistake. I had blabbed to Clara about my expectations from Clark, and now I was beginning to think it was a mistake.

"Has he popped the question yet?" She squealed. Her excitement reminded me of my pain, and brought a burning sensation to the back of my eyes.

"Clara," I called in a sad voice. Her excitement died once she noticed the sadness in my voice. I shut my eyes to push back the tears which were now at the brink of falling.

I dragged my now heavy feet back to the closet in-between sobs after while I narrated everything that happened to her.

"Stop crying already," Clara said after I finished. She had listenwd with rapt attention, and did not for once interrupt me. "He doesn't deserve your tears." She added after a few minutes during which I had cried nonstop.

"Now get your things, you can't stay in his place for one more night." She said in a firm voice, when my sobbing eventually died down.

"But where will I go?" I asked, crying again. I had nowhere else to go, the weight of the realization had suddenly hit me. I didn't want to remain in Clark's place, but there was no where else for me either.

"To my place of course." Clara replied, she sounded annoyed that I would even ask.

"You get your things ready, I will come and get you." The call disconnected and I sobbed some more. It hurt to think that five years with Clark had only resulted to this.

I did not realize when Clark came in until I heard him clear his throat in readiness to speak. I looked up in surprise to see him beside me, holding a diamond ring.

"This is the surprise I planned for tonight." He said, bending on a knee.

"Marry me, Nicole."