Ninety Nine Days With The Stranger I Mistook For A CallBoy

AURIELLE

I knew something was wrong the moment I saw her.

“Good morning ma’am,” she greeted me as I made my way to my old office. Now, Victor’s office.

I watched a female employee scurrying away from Victor’s office, dressed in a pencil skirt that barely skimmed her thighs. Her eyes flicked toward me for a second, glistening with guilt, before she disappeared down the corridor.

“Shit, not again,” I said under my breath. The familiar burn of jealousy and irritation crawled up my throat, but I forced myself to smooth my face into a polite fake smile.

I had long mastered the art of pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.

“Victor,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I came by to say hello.”

He didn’t look up right away.

His eyes stayed fixed on the papers before him, his hand moving over them, like he wasn't dick down another woman a few minutes ago.

When he finally met my gaze, his eyes were filled with annoyance.

“Ah, Aurielle,” he said, his tone clipped, almost dismissive. “Next time, tell my assistant you’re coming to the office. You know I don’t like surprises.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. The words stung bitterly. My lips pressed into a straight line as I tried to keep my voice calm.

“It’s still my office, Victor. Sometimes I miss it, that’s all.”

His eyes narrowed, and I saw the disgust in his face that always terrified me.

“Then you shouldn’t have given it to me if you wanted to remind me every day that it was yours,” he said, his words filled with contempt.

I felt my cheeks burn. I wanted to snap, to remind him that I built this company with my own hands, that every inch of it belonged to me, and yet here I was, shrinking into the shadow of a man who could barely remember loyalty.

I swallowed hard and forced the humility he demanded. “I… I’m sorry, I like being a housewife. I like letting you lead.” I murmured.

He didn’t respond except with a wave of his hand as a form of dismissal. “I’m not in the mood, you can leave.”

With a bitter, angry taste at the back of my mouth, I walked back down that hallway telling myself I was fine.

I thought about the day I handed over the company to him. The day I thought we would grow closer, that he would respect me, appreciate me, and love me more.

I believed that giving him power would give me peace. It hadn’t, It had done the opposite.

My sacrifice only intensified the distance between us. His arrogance grew, and the rumors of his cheating, even right inside my office,I heard them all. I wasn't sure if they were entirely rumors anymore.

I didn't look, poke or ask him any questions. That was the rule.

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But that night I decided to make him see me.

I cooked his favorite food and wore the black dress, the one with the slit that he liked. I did my hair and lit actual scented candles all around the house.

When his car pulled into the driveway my stomach started to turn in apprehension. What if this didn't work?

He walked in and saw me, and for one heavenly second, I saw genuine interest in his eyes.

"Good evening, Victor." I murmured as sultrily as I could manage. Victor didn't even return my greeting. Setting his briefcase down, he came to me and kissed me with hunger on his lips.

It was finally happening, I couldn't contain my joy.

My heart was full, stupidly and beautifully full. Then he pulled back and looked at me, and I thought tonight was going to be different. He would finally start to look at me differently.

The thought of him noticing me, touching me, made my pulse race. He hadn't fucked me in a while, I needed it, but I knew if I outrightly demanded for it, it would annoy him.

"What do you want me to do to you?" I whispered against his mouth. Victor sighed and nuzzled my cleavage, before coming back up to suckle on my lips.

“Use your mouth on me,” he commanded. My face fell instantly, I had hope for a more passionate night, but I would take what I could get. Slowly, I took off his pants.

"Touch me, right here."

Victor gently guided my hand to his dick, which was bobbing out of his blue bottoms like a serpent. With my eyes locked on his, I adjusted myself on my knees and gingerly wrapped my fingers around his dick. And with my thumb, I stroked the cap. The result was a gasp of pleasure from his mouth.

"Oh, that's good. Mm..." He whispered.

I pulled back to look into his face. "Do you want me to continue?"

Victor thrust his dick into my face in reply. His cock was hard and heavy and pulsing in my hand. My tongue darted out, tracing the thick vein on the underside as I tasted his musky scent. I slowly made my way up and swirled my tongue around the swollen head, licking up the salty beads of precum that leaked from the tip of his dick. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands fisting in my hair as I took him deeper into my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his hips rocking forward. "That feels so good, baby."

I hummed in approval, and the vibrations made his eyes fly open and stare down at me. I relaxed my throat, taking him inch by inch until my nose was buried in the coarse hairs at the base of his dick. I held him there, swallowing around his length and relishing the feeling of being so completely filled. It felt so good to have him in my mouth, to taste every bit of him. It felt so damn good!

"Fuck yes, just like that," he gasped. "Don't you fucking stop. Your mouth feels amazing!"

But then, as I moved my head up and down his slick cock, his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His breathing grew more ragged and more broken. And then the words that fell from his lips made my heart plummet into my stomach.

"Oh Selena!" He cried out. "Yes, Selena! Just like that!"

WHAT THE FUCK?

I froze with his dick still buried in my throat. I simply knelt there like a ragdoll, stunned and numb. But Victor was still moving his hips and pushing himself further into my mouth. I angrily yanked myself away and he let out a whimper of protest.

"What the hell, Victor?" I demanded, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "What did you just call me?"

He stared down at me, his face flushed and eyes glassy with desire. For a moment he looked confused, as if he couldn't understand what had happened. Then realization dawned on him and his face turned pale.

"Holy shit, Aurielle, I'm so sorry," he said quickly, his hands coming up to cup my face. "I didn't mean to call that name. It was an accident. You know I only want you."

I jerked away from his touch, my cheeks burning with humiliation and anger. "Bullshit!" I spat. "You cheated on me again, didn't you? And with her?"

"Baby, no..."

"You called me Selena, Victor. You were thinking about that bitch while I was on my knees giving you head!"

"No, please," he begged, reaching for me again. "It was just a slip of the tongue. It doesn't mean anything."

But even as he spoke, I stared at him with distrust. His shady movements of late had been too consistent to ignore.

"Get away from me!" I yelled at him. "I can't even look at you right now."

"Aurielle, wait!" He pleaded, but I was already on my feet.

I didn't bother turning to look at him again, not wanting to waste another second in his presence. I stormed upstairs and locked myself inside the room, leaving him half naked and alone in the living room. It wouldn't have hurt this badly if I didn't know exactly who Selena was.

Selena wasn't just a random name. That was the name of his first love.