My Rich Older Man was Amazing in Bed, But When He Did This, It Just Blew My Mind: Part 2

I had just been stood up by my older man, and I needed to find out why. He never sent the limo to pick me up from the hotel, so I decided to drive myself. I pulled into the park­ing lot of the restau­rant where we were sup­posed to meet, dri­ving like a mad­woman. I parked the car and ran in through doors of the restau­rant, right past the host­ess, who asked if I had reservations.

I heard dis­tinct laugh­ter com­ing from the bar area. I headed towards the bar, where I saw Mr. Brown and one of the part­ners he was meet­ing with sit­ting in a booth at the back with two young females, who were laugh­ing and gig­gling. I looked at Mr. Brown with a look that made it very clear to him that I was not pleased. Instead of walk­ing over to him and caus­ing a scene, I sat at the bar and ordered myself a stiff martini.

I was beyond pissed, but to avoid mak­ing a scene and pos­si­bly ruin­ing a busi­ness deal for my lover, who was also my boss, I decided to play it cool. I pre­tended like he didn’t even exist. I sat at the bar and fin­ished my first drink and, because I was so mad, it went down a lot smoother than I had expected. As I got ready to order another one, a younger gen­tle­man, prob­a­bly a lot closer to my own age, decided to sit beside me and offered to buy me a drink. I looked over my shoul­der at my lover. I could see that he was angry, but he was not able to leave at that moment, since it looked like the part­ner was con­trol­ling the con­ver­sa­tion. Both girls sit­ting with my man and his busi­ness friend were tex­ting on their cell phones and pop­ping their chew­ing gum like 15-year-olds.

I decided to play this to my advan­tage. I talked to the younger gen­tle­man; his name was Danny and he was 28. He was there on a trip with his wife and kids, and was just look­ing for some fun. I was flat­tered when he asked me if I was 25 and told me I had a gor­geous body. I was lov­ing the atten­tion. Appar­ently, a lit­tle too much, as Mr. Brown finally decided to come over and place him­self in the mid­dle of the con­ver­sa­tion. He said to Danny, “Thanks for keep­ing my girl occu­pied while I han­dled some busi­ness.” I smiled at Danny and thanked him as well. He looked slightly dis­ap­pointed, but it was Mr. Brown who had my atten­tion now.

Before I could even get a word out, which was mostly going to be exple­tives, he told me to calm down. He put his hand on my back and looked me in the eyes. He told me the girls with the part­ner weren’t who I thought they were…