suggested that I could move back in with her to save on expenses. No way.
My first day back, my manager was glad to see my return, as she promptly handed me a laundry list of tasks to complete. Thankfully, not too many questions were asked regarding my absence. Everyone pretty much accepted my story about the flu and me needing some time off due to a family emergency. My workload hadn’t diminished in my absence, so the workweek flew by quickly.
Most of the managers on the sixth floor were out and about servicing regional accounts. Many of my coworkers were complaining because they weren’t able to get in touch with certain managers, due to their travel. Drake was one of them. I said a silent prayer because I knew I wasn’t strong enough to face him just yet. Still, since I didn’t know when he’d return from out-of-town travel, I played it careful by staying close to my floor and in the safe haven of my cubicle.
Today, I was going to take my lunch and eat in an empty office around the corner from my space. It offered privacy and got me off the open floor. I needed to relax and free my mind. It had been awhile since I had last written in my journal and I wanted to vent. It did help to see everything in black and white. It put life into perspective. I couldn’t believe I was writing down these things I did, but I had to accept partial blame because Drake didn’t place a gun to my head.
Dear Journal,
After Drake turned me out orally, it was on. My body had never felt that way before. And we hadn’t even had actual sexual intercourse. Imagine that. Yes, I was already whipped.
When I came in Drake’s office chair from just his mouth and fingers, I was like, “Damn.” I jumped at the chance to see him over the weekend and find out more about this exciting, mysterious, and sexy man.
Our first date was beyond unbelievable. I felt like Cinderella at the ball with her black Prince Charming in tow. If I didn’t think I was in lust with the man before, by the end of our first date I knew that I definitely was seeing stars and hearing sweet violins playing our song; I was sprung. A night out on the town turned into a two-day date. That was one thing I would learn about Drake, he never did anything halfway. He did everything in a big, dramatic way. Drake was very passionate about everything: his career, his hobbies, his woman.
I thought we were simply going out to the movies and then dinner. Therefore, I dressed in a nice but casual dress and heels. We ended up going to an early dinner out in Buckhead, catching a play at the Fox Theater, and capping the night off by going for a horse-and-carriage ride through Midtown. It was magical. It was perfect. Then to top off all that excitement and my natural high, Drake had reserved a room for us at the Georgian Terrace Hotel, directly across from the Fox Theater. I was totally speechless.
I just adored this man who was able to so easily take control of any given situation. Drake was a man who took charge, and that excited me in the beginning. I noticed the envious looks women gave me when I went out with him. I didn’t care; Drake was my man. And I was his woman…or so I thought.
Our room came complete with a Jacuzzi, king-sized bed, colorful flowers, expensive champagne, and a great view of the city. Drake didn’t forget anything; he attended to the smallest of details. That was impressive. Of course, I hadn’t packed an overnight bag, but he came prepared. The man was amazing. He had secretly packed a small suitcase for both of us that he had hidden in the trunk of his car. He purchased a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other essentials. He even purchased a sexy purple teddy, his favorite color, for me to sleep in. Not that it stayed on very long.
That night, Drake and I ordered room service after deciding to have a midnight snack of assorted cheese and crackers, and we sipped on chilled champagne. Drake gave what I thought was a heartfelt toast to having me in his life.
My first day back, my manager was glad to see my return, as she promptly handed me a laundry list of tasks to complete. Thankfully, not too many questions were asked regarding my absence. Everyone pretty much accepted my story about the flu and me needing some time off due to a family emergency. My workload hadn’t diminished in my absence, so the workweek flew by quickly.
Most of the managers on the sixth floor were out and about servicing regional accounts. Many of my coworkers were complaining because they weren’t able to get in touch with certain managers, due to their travel. Drake was one of them. I said a silent prayer because I knew I wasn’t strong enough to face him just yet. Still, since I didn’t know when he’d return from out-of-town travel, I played it careful by staying close to my floor and in the safe haven of my cubicle.
Today, I was going to take my lunch and eat in an empty office around the corner from my space. It offered privacy and got me off the open floor. I needed to relax and free my mind. It had been awhile since I had last written in my journal and I wanted to vent. It did help to see everything in black and white. It put life into perspective. I couldn’t believe I was writing down these things I did, but I had to accept partial blame because Drake didn’t place a gun to my head.
Dear Journal,
After Drake turned me out orally, it was on. My body had never felt that way before. And we hadn’t even had actual sexual intercourse. Imagine that. Yes, I was already whipped.
When I came in Drake’s office chair from just his mouth and fingers, I was like, “Damn.” I jumped at the chance to see him over the weekend and find out more about this exciting, mysterious, and sexy man.
Our first date was beyond unbelievable. I felt like Cinderella at the ball with her black Prince Charming in tow. If I didn’t think I was in lust with the man before, by the end of our first date I knew that I definitely was seeing stars and hearing sweet violins playing our song; I was sprung. A night out on the town turned into a two-day date. That was one thing I would learn about Drake, he never did anything halfway. He did everything in a big, dramatic way. Drake was very passionate about everything: his career, his hobbies, his woman.
I thought we were simply going out to the movies and then dinner. Therefore, I dressed in a nice but casual dress and heels. We ended up going to an early dinner out in Buckhead, catching a play at the Fox Theater, and capping the night off by going for a horse-and-carriage ride through Midtown. It was magical. It was perfect. Then to top off all that excitement and my natural high, Drake had reserved a room for us at the Georgian Terrace Hotel, directly across from the Fox Theater. I was totally speechless.
I just adored this man who was able to so easily take control of any given situation. Drake was a man who took charge, and that excited me in the beginning. I noticed the envious looks women gave me when I went out with him. I didn’t care; Drake was my man. And I was his woman…or so I thought.
Our room came complete with a Jacuzzi, king-sized bed, colorful flowers, expensive champagne, and a great view of the city. Drake didn’t forget anything; he attended to the smallest of details. That was impressive. Of course, I hadn’t packed an overnight bag, but he came prepared. The man was amazing. He had secretly packed a small suitcase for both of us that he had hidden in the trunk of his car. He purchased a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other essentials. He even purchased a sexy purple teddy, his favorite color, for me to sleep in. Not that it stayed on very long.
That night, Drake and I ordered room service after deciding to have a midnight snack of assorted cheese and crackers, and we sipped on chilled champagne. Drake gave what I thought was a heartfelt toast to having me in his life.
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