Chapter 7 Imaginary Orgasm

• Two weeks later.
• Preparing for work so late has never happened to me until today.
• I didn't know when my alarm went off because of the dream I got lost in.
• It's been over two weeks, yet the memories of what occurred at that sex club still torment me. Even in my dreams.
• Especially Shark. The huge, hot man who's old enough to be my father.
• After I ran away from the club, I came straight home with a wet, quivering pussy.
• I couldn't stop the throb, despite reading my favorite romance book again. I had to drop the book and focus on continuing to research my promotional project, Phoenix, but that seemed to be a bad decision.
• I couldn't concentrate.
• At some point, I gave up and did the craziest thing ever.
• I masturbated with my toothbrush.
• My cheeks always redden whenever I remember that.
• I've never gone to such lengths before. Gosh, I've never really masturbated.
• But that's not the problem. It's the fact that I pictured Shark in my mind while doing it.
• I guess I'm starting to obsess over the older man because he's the first person I've stalked on social media in my entire life.
• Unfortunately, all his accounts on Snapchat, TikTok, and Instagram are private.
• I grab my brush as I stand before the mirror in our shared bathroom, putting a paste on it.
• Maisie's voice is echoing downstairs. She's probably on call or singing.
• I quickly brush my teeth and bathe.
• It's already 7:45 a.m.
• Patricia is definitely going to roast me alive for coming late today.
• I grab a black and white printed shirt and dark jeans, putting them on swiftly with a pair of black, flat shoes.
• Ugh! My feet have practically outgrown the shoes, but I don't have much choice.
• It's literally one of the finest clothes I've ever had. I don't have a big wardrobe, so I reshuffle most of my clothes and shoes every week.
• I'm not even shy about that, nor do I envy others, like Maisie, who has many clothes, thanks to her mother.
• I head downstairs after pulling my hair into a bun.
• Yup, I was right.
• Maisie's on a call.
• She's seated on our small dining table beneath the staircase.
• "Grandma! You don't have to worry about us. Laura and I are big girls, you know?"
• Her voice echoes, following me into our small kitchen.
• I whip myself an instant coffee. That's one of the things Grandma Shirley taught us back in Ohio.
• She once owned a small coffee shop, and her coffee-making skills did attract customers to her back then.
• Shirley's Café was the talk of the town back then.
• My fingers burn as I wrap them over the mug while strutting out of the kitchen to join Maisie at the dining table.
• "Of course, grandma, I've snagged myself some cocks, except Laura."
• I glare wide-eyed at Maisie. Does she ever hide her lifestyle from grandma?
• I roll my eyes at her and sip.
• She managed to talk grandma into believing that Liam's not good for me. It's one of the reasons Grandma Shirley never likes Liam.
• And when Liam and I went to Ohio just so I could introduce him to grandma, she saw him barking at me for trying to take a picture with his phone.
• He said his storage Is going to get filled up with irrelevant things if I keep taking unnecessary pictures.
• I didn't see it as anything then because Liam barely takes pictures of himself to begin with.
• Except for the old pictures of Bianca and him back at college.
• Grandma Shirley called me to her room, telling me to quit my relationship with him because it doesn't make sense that my boyfriend wouldn't want me to take pictures with his phone just because he doesn't want his phone storage to blow up.
• Back then, I'd rolled my eyes at her, telling her to relax, that it's not a big deal.
• But grandma Shirley never relented. Every time she calls, she never ceases to remind me to break up with him.
• I'm sure she was overjoyed when she heard about the breakup.
• "Hmm, that's a nice plan, grams." Maisie grins coyly at me.
• I sit up, wondering what grandma Shirley said to her.
• They speak a few more words and end the call.
• Maisie's eyebrows twitch, and that alone tells me they're up to no good.
• Those two really know how to plot against me.
• I drop my mug, eyes on Maisie.
• "What are you up to now?" I ask, keeping my tone stern.
• "Nothing," She shrugs and grins.
• "Nothing? Then why are your brows twitching?"
• We both do that when we're lying to each other.
• "Are they?" She rolls her eyes skyward as if to see the brows that are twitching.
• Maisie is tall, about 5'9, and I really envy her height and stature.
• She literally takes after her mother.
• "Don't pretend like you're not plotting to damn me to hell with grandma, Maisie. Just leak the secret,"
• "And have grandma Shirley roast me alive? No way, flower girl,"
• She draws her seat back and stands, the legs scraping over the wooden floor.
• "I'm not telling you shit until you tell me what happened between you and Shark." She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch.
• "I told you nothing happened!" I lie.
• I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack.
• "Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?"
• "What do you know about him?" I ask.
• Maisie shrugs. "Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire."
• That makes me curious. But I don't want Maisie to see how talks about him piques my interest.
• Face deadpan, I shrug.
• "Apparently, I'm not in his league."
• "Yeah, but you had one chance to taste his cock,"
• Oh, I did taste him. The experience was just super awesome. I don't just feel like sharing it. That's why I've kept it to myself.
• To Maisie, I shrug again, feigning nonchalance.
• "No talk about cocks this morning. I've got work to do." I reach her side on the couch and kiss her cheeks.
• I grab my bag, which I left on the other couch, and sling it over my arm.
• "Bye, flower girl." She calls. "Oh, before I forget, I'll be having dinner with my mom and her husband tonight."
• "Roger that!"
• Maisie's mom has been married six times now. Clint Greene, a therapist, is her seventh husband, and they've been together for three months.
• And she makes sure to get alimony from all her ex-husbands. That's how the woman sustains her luxury lifestyle.
• I guess Maisie's a bit like her in the department of moving from one man to another.
• I start my car, the engine rattles a bit before picking up, and I hit the road.
• I dash through the doors of our department, panting like a deer caught in the headlights.
• I draw to a sharp halt when I see Patricia, Cersei, Mars, and every other person in the project department, and the director standing in formation.
• All the pairs of eyes fall on me.
• I purse my lips, unsure of what to say. Embarrassed.
• It seems I'm the only one late today.
• Great. Thanks to the mysterious man, Shark, who haunts my dreams, giving me the best imaginary orgasm I've ever had.
• "Uh, good morning?" I finally mutter.
• Our director, Jace Woods, stares at me and commands, "Join the line, Laura. We're expecting an important investor a few minutes from now, for our new project, Phoenix, and Ms. Patricia will take charge of the process."
• "What?" I gasp in shock. All eyes pin on me.
• TBC