After coming home from my crazy vacation with my lover (Mr. Brown) and kids, and then fighting with my ex-husband, I needed a few days at home to just relax with no drama. I was expected to go to California with my boss, who was also my sugar daddy in just a little over 10 days. After our little incident on the vacation—he stood me up to have dinner with his partner and two escorts—I was really worried what kind of trouble Mr. Brown could get into in California.
The firm’s partners in California were a younger, unmarried crowd; they were all good-looking with a couple bad habits. I had only been to the area once when I was first hired years ago. I knew a lot of the gentlemen in the firm at that location and talked to them frequently on the phone, but I also knew a few of their secretaries and all their stories sounded the same: a young, beautiful female aspiring to be a model or actress gets a job at a law firm looking for a sugar daddy and a job.
I guess I really shouldn’t have been too judgmental of the secretaries; I was in the same position, only I wasn’t too young anymore and had no aspirations of becoming a star. I had my suspicions that a couple of the girls out there in California thought Mr. Brown was a looker, but I didn’t let it get to me. I was his lady and I really felt like we had a connection that was strong. I guess going with him to California was about to prove me wrong, though.
When I got back to work, I made all the travel arrangements, planned the flights, booked the hotels, and even took care of the dinner plans for him and the other lawyers at a swanky whiskey club with world renowned steaks, so as to avoid the drunken mishaps that happened on our last business trip. I texted Mr. Brown and let him know that things were all ready to go. He texted me back and said so was he. Then he told me to meet him outside in about 15 minutes.
I punched out for lunch and went outside to meet him. I didn’t know he drove the black Bentley to work that day, but I knew we weren’t going to eat anything. I knew he wanted to head to his condo nearby for something else, and I was totally up for it. With all the stress and everything that had been happening, it had been a while since we had been intimate. He drove down the expressway at 80 miles an hour with his hand reaching up my skirt the entire drive.
We hopped out and ran into the condo as fast as we could. We started kissing in the elevator and I had the belt and button on his pants open as soon as we stepped in the elevator. It was such a buildup of stress, anger, want, and need that as soon as we hopped off the elevator and entered the condo, we had sex there on the couch, with the curtains open and the breeze blowing in. We were really into it, and just as we were finishing up, I heard a loud bang.
Mr. Brown hopped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. Louise, his housekeeper, was a little early today. Thankfully, she had headphones on, so she apparently didn’t hear much, but it was quite embarrassing. She asked Mr. Brown how his wife was doing, and I heard his footsteps move further away from the door where he was standing. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and I started to wonder if she was still doing as bad as before. I hurried into the bathroom to freshen up and saw some certified letters on the counter that had been unopened. I didn’t know what they were right then, but it was a tie-in to our trip and I was in for some more surprises.