like you do a bang up job for the foundation.”
“Oh, I certainly do,” she smiled coldly and looked directly at Bly. “I’m sure Alex will attest to that. Now, let me see if I remember correctly. Why, yes, you’re the naughty cheerleader that Alex made famous. I never forget a face, of course you’re dress covers more of you than that yummy quarterback did. Tell me, you two looked so feral in those pictures, did you go home and fuck like wildcats?”
“Alright Sylvie, put your claws away, that’s enough.” Bly said, his voice harder than she’d ever heard it. His face was a mask of fury as he reached for Charlotte’s hand to lead her away from the gloating woman.
Sylvie’s voice sounded desperate as she stared at Charlotte and said, “I’ve watched the quarterback in action, I can always see his cock outlined in those tight football pants. Did you enjoy it as much as you’re enjoying Alex’s?”
Charlotte forced herself to smile and meet the evil stare, “You know, Sylvie, I’ve found that women who must imagine the sex lives of others are generally frustrated over the lack of sex in their own.”
Charlotte turned and walked out of the party and into the noisy casino.
Bly followed her, demanding that she slow down, but she was seething and worse, tears flowed down her cheeks. He caught up to her and crushed her to him, murmuring how sorry he was.
“Let me go, Bly. You could have at least warned me about that seething witch. How on earth can you employ such a woman much less have fucked her? The rational part of me knows there are going to be women you’ve been with around every corner, but I hope they’re not all that venomous.” She shook his hand off and stepped in the elevator.
He started to get in and West called to him and said it was important. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen across his forehead. “Wait for me in the suite, Charlotte. She’s done in my company, she’s history, her behavior is completely unacceptable. Don’t give her or any woman another thought. Do you doubt that you’re the only woman for me? I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of you since you came back into my life. ” He brushed the tears from her cheeks, gave her a scalding kiss then walked toward West.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown as soon as she walked in the suite. She took a tiny bottle of tequila from the mini-bar and drank it fast, then coughed as it burned her throat. She stood before the wall of windows and took in the multitude of lights on the Vegas Strip below. Her raging jealousy was foreign to her and it hurt like hell. He’d slept with untold numbers of women. Maybe he’d given them jewels and made sure they stayed sore with his mesmerizing cock. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being out of control, she’d let down her guard and he was consuming her. She had to end it and he wouldn’t be easy to dissuade. Only if he thought she wanted another man could she drive him away.
She dressed in a tiny silver mini-dress. It was sleeveless with a high rounded neckline and it swept from her shoulders in an A-line. It flared into a swingy hem that was so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. She was feeling the tequila drive her cares away and she changed into a tiny pair of black, silk ‘boy short’ panties just in case her skirt swirled up by accident. She laughed at the thought, how it would make Bly furious. Too bad , she thought, fuck him if he can’t take a joke . She slipped into a strappy pair of heels and was out the door.
Charlotte walked into the casino and men stopped gambling to stare at her. She asked for directions to the most happening
“Oh, I certainly do,” she smiled coldly and looked directly at Bly. “I’m sure Alex will attest to that. Now, let me see if I remember correctly. Why, yes, you’re the naughty cheerleader that Alex made famous. I never forget a face, of course you’re dress covers more of you than that yummy quarterback did. Tell me, you two looked so feral in those pictures, did you go home and fuck like wildcats?”
“Alright Sylvie, put your claws away, that’s enough.” Bly said, his voice harder than she’d ever heard it. His face was a mask of fury as he reached for Charlotte’s hand to lead her away from the gloating woman.
Sylvie’s voice sounded desperate as she stared at Charlotte and said, “I’ve watched the quarterback in action, I can always see his cock outlined in those tight football pants. Did you enjoy it as much as you’re enjoying Alex’s?”
Charlotte forced herself to smile and meet the evil stare, “You know, Sylvie, I’ve found that women who must imagine the sex lives of others are generally frustrated over the lack of sex in their own.”
Charlotte turned and walked out of the party and into the noisy casino.
Bly followed her, demanding that she slow down, but she was seething and worse, tears flowed down her cheeks. He caught up to her and crushed her to him, murmuring how sorry he was.
“Let me go, Bly. You could have at least warned me about that seething witch. How on earth can you employ such a woman much less have fucked her? The rational part of me knows there are going to be women you’ve been with around every corner, but I hope they’re not all that venomous.” She shook his hand off and stepped in the elevator.
He started to get in and West called to him and said it was important. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen across his forehead. “Wait for me in the suite, Charlotte. She’s done in my company, she’s history, her behavior is completely unacceptable. Don’t give her or any woman another thought. Do you doubt that you’re the only woman for me? I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of you since you came back into my life. ” He brushed the tears from her cheeks, gave her a scalding kiss then walked toward West.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown as soon as she walked in the suite. She took a tiny bottle of tequila from the mini-bar and drank it fast, then coughed as it burned her throat. She stood before the wall of windows and took in the multitude of lights on the Vegas Strip below. Her raging jealousy was foreign to her and it hurt like hell. He’d slept with untold numbers of women. Maybe he’d given them jewels and made sure they stayed sore with his mesmerizing cock. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being out of control, she’d let down her guard and he was consuming her. She had to end it and he wouldn’t be easy to dissuade. Only if he thought she wanted another man could she drive him away.
She dressed in a tiny silver mini-dress. It was sleeveless with a high rounded neckline and it swept from her shoulders in an A-line. It flared into a swingy hem that was so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. She was feeling the tequila drive her cares away and she changed into a tiny pair of black, silk ‘boy short’ panties just in case her skirt swirled up by accident. She laughed at the thought, how it would make Bly furious. Too bad , she thought, fuck him if he can’t take a joke . She slipped into a strappy pair of heels and was out the door.
Charlotte walked into the casino and men stopped gambling to stare at her. She asked for directions to the most happening
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