Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 78: Who Is She?

Brent’s POV

Who was Chelle? I hadn’t heard from her in days, so I wondered what went wrong. Did I hurt her? Could I have been too pushy? When I called her again, it went to voice mail. It was on briefly, but why? I put my phone on the table and relaxed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Lara’s strange behavior at her desk, staring at the phone, was odd. Did her boyfriend text her? I was envious, but I was more worried about Chelle. I was going out with friends tonight, so I’d call when I got home. Perhaps she’ll be available.

I worked on a report while listening to the news and perusing stock reports. I made a lot of money but always worried about my investments. I always wanted a return on my money, so I invested wisely. The money was needed to pay my phone bill. She wasn’t cheap, but she was worth it. I yawned and looked for coffee, keeping her voice in my ear.

I didn’t sleep well last night talking or not talking to her. Damn if I succeeded, damn if I failed. Some drinks and laughter with friends might help me. I got up to make coffee, knowing I had drank too much lately. I missed Chelle’s high and wondered if we should meet since we were in the same city. We may not get along in person, but I didn’t think so.

Lost in thought, I walked to the break room. Making it was automatic and I didn’t have to think about it until I heard a woman say my name. I frowned when I saw Lea, annoyed at being interrupted.

When I moved back to the city, she was a top manager’s assistant and a hookup. Lea was a pretty blonde who teased me, but she helped me avoid making the same mistake again. "Hi, Brent. How’re you?" Despite not working on me, her voice was low and sultry.

"I’m okay."

"What’s up?" Because I knew how aggressive she could be when a man liked her, I kept my tone light and looked at my coffee.

"Tonight I was thinking about going out for drinks. Would you join me?"

Thanks, but I have plans. Because I needed to leave quickly, I didn’t offer another night.

"Do it again?" She pressed me while I deliberated. Lea was an employee, so I had to be careful around HR.

As I scanned the empty room, I said, "I don’t think so."

Before smiling, she narrowed her eyes and straightened, pushing out her fake breasts. "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure," I said, gazing at her. I picked up my coffee and wished Lea a good day before heading to my office.

Lara was typing when I walked by, so I gave her a curious look. "All good?" I picked up on her light but curious tone.

I said "yes" after looking around. "Thank you for caring." She frowned as she looked up at me, and I remembered to tell Chelle the same thing.

I’m thankful. As I walked in, I smiled as she sounded unsure.

I told her, "It’s a good thing" before closing my door to her laugh. I finished my day and left at 5 p.m. to meet the guys for dinner and drinks at a nearby sports bar, wishing Lara a good night. She was nearing the end of her shift, and she smiled and murmured to me. Lara seemed to feel the same way I did, so I hoped she’d be happy with the man she was considering.

As Fall approached, I walked to the bar because it was close and beautiful. Consistent Southern California temperatures made cool nights welcome. When I walked into the bar, I saw my friends at a corner table. They were successful businessmen like me and lived similarly. We all raised our beers when Cali announced he was going to propose in Santa Barbara over the weekend, as he was the only one in a two-year relationship. I would have laughed at his recent divorce after my own whirlwind relationship, but now I understand. I had Lisa’s memories and my fading feelings for Lara, which hit me hard at first. Cali and Trixie showed how life can be with the right partner.

I laughed at the idea of telling them I had a phone sex girl, so I kept quiet while they talked.

When we talked about going to Belize without Chelle, all I could think about was missing her. I wasn’t talking to her and barely surviving, so I thought the beach would help. We talked about going to local games while I ordered another beer to wash down my greasy burger for dinner.

We could get tickets to any event in any city and did so often. I needed to return, grinning as I watched the scores on TV.

"Have you met new women?" Carl smiled and asked. He mocked my random hookups and my marriage.

"Nothing serious," I said as I dipped my last fry in ketchup.

"Are you tapping anyone?" Knowing how Lea felt, Cali asked.

"Certainly not," I said, recalling today’s events. As Lea and her friends entered, I heard laughter and frowned. "Fuck. I shouldn’t have mentioned leaving." As he looked over, Cali whistled.

I sipped my beer and told them, "I’m not touching that." Lea smiled at me as her friends dragged her to the bar, so I quickly turned away. Despite her giggles, I focused on my table. "Why did I date her?"

We talked and drank for two hours, and I left buzzing. I opened the door and realized I’d had too much to drink. "Brent?" As the door closed, Lea yelled, making me grunt. She followed me out, and I stared at her.

"Were you looking for me?" I asked her as her blue eyes widened. "I felt clear today."

It’s a good hangout for my friends. I didn’t expect to see you, so what are you doing? I asked. As I combed my hair, she asked. As I tried to clarify, I wondered how good a worker she was.

Slowly, I said, "I’m leaving," trying not to get angry. I turned to hail a cab, leaving her behind. I got in the first car I saw and gave the driver my location. I checked my phone for a while. Chelle didn’t call me tonight, but I was hoping for a message or missed call.

I changed into shorts and sat on the couch with a beer when I got home. I’d drink on Friday. I’ve worked weekends before, but not this one. As I took a deep breath, I dialed Chelle. When the phone rang, I waited for her sultry drawl. How are you? As I heard her sweat, she laughed.

"I...was busy," she said. As I leaned back, her words became hazy. "Did I impress Philip?"

"I’ll tell you everything. You’re hard to hear right now." As she said she wanted me in her, I stroked my clothes. With beer in my system, I talked her through an orgasm before bringing in a Kleenex from every room.

I drank some water and breathed after round two. "Chelle, are you okay?" As she inhaled, I said, "I was worried about you."

"I rock, Philip. I was busy and couldn’t talk much," she said when I nodded.

Have a second job? I asked, pushing past the line she drew with clients. Possibly too personal, but I was curious about her.

"This isn’t forever, Philip," she said, her slow drawl a sound I’d grown to like.

"How is it?" When she laughed on the other end, I waited for her to deflect.

"I won’t tell you that, you know." I knew it and laughed.

"I’d give it a shot." I didn’t explain my job in detail. I kept my relationship with Chelle a secret because I was a local celebrity. I’d been called a playboy since my divorce, and I didn’t need escorts and phone sex added to that rumor. Chelle didn’t know my identity and Google me. We were both equals. I considered pressuring her for a meeting, but I refrained out of fear. After a few more minutes of casual conversation, she seemed to start seducing me again, making me wonder how she would be in person. Chelle ate voraciously, but who was she? She fantasized about being confined to a bed while I did whatever I wanted. I heard about her bedroom toy obsession over the phone and decided to investigate further.

"What if I pushed you on your stomach and used a plug on you?" As my cock hardened, I pushed. I’d had anal sex with a few women, but I wanted it now.

As I heard my usual moan, she told me to "push it in." I gripped myself as she touched my clit. "Go Philip."

"I want your tight ass," I said as she exhaled.

"Let’s meet. I’ve never wanted anyone there," she sobbed. Fill me up.

"I’d f*ck you up, Chelle. I’d take that ass slow and deep until you begged for more." Now I was vigorously stroking myself, chasing an orgasm that wasn’t enough. Wanted more.

"Keep talking," she urged in a trembling voice that sounded familiar, which I attributed to too many conversations.

I’m close.

While fucking Chelle, I’d stroke her clit. While inside, I said, "I’m desperate to be with you. I’ll fuck you. I heard her stop mid-release as I let out a long moan."