My Home
He gazed at her while he browsed through them.
"Yes, Sir," says Cynthia.
"Are you sure you are okay" he inquired.
"Huh?' Already trembling, she whispered.
"I thought I told you last week to give this file to my brother for signing?" he inquired, staring at her with interest.
"Yes sir," she said, "but when I delivered it to his secretary, she returned it this morning stating that it required the deputy's signature rather than the CEO's."
"My God, why is my brother being such a pain in the ass?" He asked, his brow furrowed like he does when he's furious.
He groaned and returned his gaze to the files, as if signing them would demand his blood.
He took out his pen and signed it.
"Here," he stated. Cynthia took the file and began to leave the office.
"Cynthia," he said abruptly. "I'm done for," she whispered before turning to face him.
"Sir?"
"I hope you're still thinking about your punishment," he inquired.
"Sure, Sir," she said.
"Nice," he murmured as he motioned her out of his office.
She bowed and exited his office. She breathed a sigh of relief because she had nearly suffocated to death in there due to her inability to breathe.
"I guess I'll have to go soon; I haven't even told him about my wedding, which is next week, and he's always impolite," she added as she took her seat.
Gold carefully ate the last hamburger in her entire house.
"I hope I don't starve," she whispered quietly as she looked about her modest dwelling.
"I'm in a lot of pain," she admitted, her eyes welling up with tears.
She exited the house and stood on the balcony; it's a rooftop residence.
She saw the individuals passing by.
"Everyone appears to be happy, strolling around as if nothing is wrong, but can everyone possibly confess their difficulties?" "No," she sighed pitifully.
Then she noticed Janet approaching from afar. She is her only buddy that lives in the same compound as her, but she lives below in a larger flat.
She lives well and works as a secretary for one of the Park brothers at Park Empire."
"Hi Gold," Janet said as she entered the compound, and Gold approached her, hugging her and leading her to her room.
"How did the interview go?" Janet inquired.
"It went.... horribly, I wasn't acknowledged again," she grumbled.
"Don't be unhappy; just keep believing in God," Janet said.
*Thank you, Janet, but I hope I don't run out of hope anytime soon. "I'll be a dishwasher at a local restaurant starting tomorrow," she explained.
“Dishwasher?" Janet inquired.
"Of sure, it's better than sitting at home all day, famished."
Our unreasonable landlord is coming soon, and I still owe for the prior month.
"I really don't know how to manage my life anymore," she admitted softly.
Janet stroked her shoulder, soothing her.
"Just keep trying, sweetie, keep believing in yourself and in God, and everything will be alright, okay?" Gold nodded as she spoke.
"Did you eat?" Janet inquired.
She stopped before nodding, but her stomach let her know she was hungry.
Janet laughed...
"Your stomach just said it all, I'll change into something simple and we'll go dine out," she remarked as she walked to her apartment, flashing her pleasant smile.
"She's extremely kind," Gold remarked.
THE HOUSE OF WILSON
"How come the food has so much pepper in it?" "I thought I said the pepper should be modest," Wilson protested after tasting the dinner.
"I'm sorry, sir, Miss Jenny told us to make it peppery," the maid replied.
"Yes, Love, I told them to make it peppery since I get queasy whenever I eat a meal with little or no pepper," Jenny stated as she walked downstairs.
She wore a very revealing nightgown without having to tie the rope at the front, her bra was showing, and her breasts bounced as usual.
"Perhaps you shouldn't spend the night here tonight, Jenny, I don't like spicy things," he replied, dropping his fork.
"But, Darling, I adore spicy cuisine; can we not argue tonight?" She kissed him on the cheek.
He hissed angrily. "You're a genuine pain in the neck, Jenny," he added.
"I know, isn't that why you adore me?" She immediately embraced him, allowing her hand to caress his chest.
"What did you do to me?" He remarked this while pushing her pointy nose.
"It's called love, Darling," she replied.
He kissed her neck, and she groaned slightly as he sucked on that portion of her body.
"I adore you, Wilson," she declared.
"No one bothers their loved ones, Jenny," he explained.
"I just like upsetting you," she explained.
As she clipped her legs behind him, he grinned and lifted her up.
"Can we consume ourselves instead of food?" he seductively inquired.
He looked at her propped-up boobs while she chewed her lip.
"We need food for that workout anyway, eating before eating," she replied with a smile.
"Certainly, but with what you're putting on my Lady right now, I can't resist myself, I might fuck you right here," he said.
"You don't mean it," she shot back.
"I wasn't smiling," he said as he kissed her passionately.
She replied by wrapping her arms over his back.
He carried her upstairs in his arms.
He tossed her onto the bed and kissed her again.
She removed her nightgown herself.
He came all over her again, smiling and kissing her hair.
"I adore you, Jenny," he declared.
"I adore you, Willy; you're my life," she said.
He thrust his joy stick inside of her, and she grabbed on tight.