Consequences of Our Choices

"Definitely," Sidney breathed. She'd never really minded begging a man to fuck her. She was a little whore and she knew it. But she'd never met a man who deserved to be begged more than Zacky. That man was going to make her see God with the way he fucked her. She took her shirt when he handed it to her, smirking at his words. She didn't really care who saw her dressed like this. Reaching for her skirt, Sidney pulled it up before turning back to Zacky. "Maybe later instead of choking me with your hand you can choke me with your dick," she said, reaching down to squeeze him through his pants. If his next client wasn't about to show up, she'd drop down onto her knees right now and let him fuck her mouth. But she would really prefer not to be caught with her boss' cock in her mouth.

Sidney darted into Zacky's bathroom to clean herself up before she went back to her desk, just in time for his client to arrive. She pointed the man in the direction of Zacky's office, watching as the man took a seat at the desk. Sidney was still incredibly turned on from their lunchtime tryst and teasing was one of her favorite things to do, so why not tease Zacky a little while he couldn't do anything about it? Sidney smirked to herself as she picked up her phone. God baby, just thinking about choking on your cock later has me so wet. She sent the message before quickly typing out another message. And then after you fuck my mouth, you can bend me over again and fuck my pussy until I'm screaming your name, begging you for more. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? I know I would. I'm such a fucking whore baby and I'll take your dick anyway you want to give it to me. Sidney sent the second message before setting her phone aside, turning her attention to her computer. She wondered whatZacky would do when he read her messages.

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"Trust me sweetheart, that certainly won't be the last time that happens," Matt assured her, smirking. "The little sounds you were making were absolutely intoxicating and honestly, I like the way you taste." He watched as Annalise left his office, someone entering immediately afterwards. It was far too early for it to be Mr. Willoughby and Matt learned soon enough that it was Brian.

"Is that who you're fucking now?" Brian asked, jerking his thumb in Annalise's direction.

"You're really asking me that?" Matt asked. "You just saw me eating her out on my desk. Of course I'm fucking her. Sweet little thing, she was completely innocent before she came home with me last night. But she seems to be keeping up with my libido pretty damn well. Now is there anything you actually wanted or did you just come in here to ask me that?" Brian only shrugged his shoulders, shooting Matt a knowing grin before leaving the office. After Mr. Willoughby, there were only four more clients and then Matt would be free to leave. And then he certainly planned on taking Annalise up on her little offer. A massage, dinner, and as much sex as she was willing to have. It was the only thing he didn't really like about virgins. It was hard to convince them to let him fuck them over and over and over, until even he was tired. One or two rounds was usually enough for them. But Matt was determined to change that about Annalise.

Annalise

Whenever Mr. Haner came out of Matt's office, I saw a smug look on his face. He stopped infront of my desk and threw a card on it. "If you ever get tired of him, call me," He said with a chuckle. I gave him a disgusted look before returning to my lunch. Once he left the lobby, I threw the card in a trash can. Stealing glances of Matt when I could, I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do with me after I gave him a massage. I just hoped he wouldn't go crazy before I cooked dinner because if he didn't, I wasn't going to want to cook for him.

The day seemed to drag on and on. He only had four clients left for the day, but the meeting seemed to take forever, and I wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't sent me anywhere for them, or if they were just genuinely taking so long. I let a sigh of relief escape my lips whenever the clock on my computer said that it was five. I was finally free. So was Matt. I began to gather up my things, shutting the computer down, I fished my keys out of my purse before walking over to his door. Knocking softly before opening it, I stepped inside, seeing him grab his suit jacket from the nearby closet, I cleared my throat. "What would you like for dinner tonight? I have to go to the store and pick stuff up before you come over so that I had something to cook so I thought I would see what you'd want." I spoke, glancing over his features.

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Zack

I ignored the vibrations on my phone as my client began to talk. It was a new one. One who needed our money desperately. She had two children and was on the verge of losing her home. It was people like her who helped us gain a dangerous reputation. I looked through my ledgers as she spoke. Seeing the messages from Sidney out of the corner of my eye. I groaned internally. Looking up at her through the glass, I shook my head no, shooting her a slight glare. "You have a deal Miss Windsor," I said to her. "I will have my secretary reschedule you. " I told her as I led her out of the office.

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I has just finished up with my last client of the day, he left knowing that we had his daughter, chained to a wall someplace. Whenever he finally left, I let a sigh of relief escape my lips. I stood up and turned off my computer before grabbing my things. I left my office, locking the door behind me. Walking over to Sidney's desk, I leaned against it, waiting for her to come back from the final errand I had asked her to run. I had needed her to pick up a package that Jimmy had sent me. It contained a piece of Mr. Thomas' child. Which I fully intended to use toward him.

After a few minutes, Sidney looked into Zacky's office to see if he'd read her text messages. It seemed that she'd looked over at just the right time, but he was looking down at his phone and then up at her, shaking his head no. Because of this, Sidney was a little confused. Why was he telling her no? What did that mean? Did he not want her to send him any more text messages? That was fine with her. She just assumed most men liked to get those sorts of text messages, but maybe she was wrong. Sidney sat up straight in her chair when the woman in Zacky's office left, walking up to her desk. The woman said something about scheduling another appointment, so Sidney pulled up Zacky's schedule on her computer, typing in a few things before handing the woman a card with her appointment time on it.

Shortly before Zacky's last client arrived, he sent Sidney on another errand. She was just picking up a package, which she thought was a little strange. Couldn't he just have it delivered or dropped off at his home or at the office? Once she picked up the package she realized it was from another one of the higher-ups from the office, Mr. Sullivan, but that only confused Sidney more. Couldn't Mr. Sullivan have just dropped it off at Zacky's office? It didn't make any sense. When Sidney entered the small lobby where her desk was located, she spotted Zacky lingering nearby. She approached him, holding out the box. "Here's your package," she said, waiting for him to grab it. "Um, I think I'm going to go home now," she said cautiously a few seconds later. "You have my number, you can text me if you need anything."

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By the time his last client walked out of his office, Matt was more than ready to go home. He was twisted enough to enjoy his work, but at the end of the day, he still wanted to go home and relax. And with the promise of a massage, dinner, and sex on the table, it gave him quite a bit to look forward to. When the clock finally hit five, Matt shut down his computer, getting to his feet and grabbing his suit jacket from his coat rack. He looked up when he heard a slight knock at the door, seeing Annalise come inside. "How about meatloaf?" Matt suggested. "Can you do that? I haven't had a good meatloaf in so long, I've been craving one. And I think it will be a nice precursor to dessert." He smirked, reaching into his wallet to grab several twenty dollar bills, which he handed to Annalise. "And get a bottle of wine. The good kind. We can have it with dinner."

Giving Annalise a coy sort of smile, Matt left his office. Despite the fact that the physical activity later would render it useless, he felt it necessary to take a shower before he went to Annalise's house. And maybe if he lingered at his own home long enough, it would be long enough for Mr. Reinhardt to leave. Because as much as Matt would love for Mr. Reinhardt to see his sweet little daughter choking on his dick or screaming his name while he fucked her, Matt knew that Mr. Reinhardt likely wouldn't hesitate to say something about things and that would only make Matt angry. And Matt would hate to have to make Mr. Reinhardt disappear unless he absolutely had to. He might be a monster, but he didn't like killing for no good reason.

Annalise

I smiled lightly whenever he said that he wanted meatloaf. "Of course I can make meatloaf. That's one of the easiest things to make, I was expecting you to request something a little more difficult." I said with a light laugh. I pulled my wallet out and took the money from his hand, placing it inside, I put the wallet back in my purse. I looked over at Matt and gave him a small smile before leaving his office. "Just let me know when you're on your way." I told him, I leaned against my desk long enough to take the heels off of my feet. I let a sigh of relief escape my lips once my fee t touched the cold ground. I leaned up and placed a peck on Matt's cheek before heading toward the stairs. Sure, the elevator was quicker, but I preferred to take the steps on the way down.

Once I got to my car, I got in, seeing that I had actually beaten Matt to the parking lot. I pulled out before stopping at the store to pick up everything for dinner. I then ran to the local liquor store, buying a new bottle of bourbon and then going to get the wine. I finally arrived home to see that my father was waiting for me. I groaned internally before putting my car in park. Deciding that I would just ignore him, I walked inside and set the groceries down on the island before walking back to my bedroom to get dressed into something a little more comfortable. I threw my hair up in a ponytail before getting my massage table ready. Finally going to the kitchen to start dinner I felt my phone vibrate. Looking down to see that Matt was on his way, I finally decided to acknowledge my father. "I have someone coming for a massage. Get out." I said in a harsh tone. "Oh, and I want the spare key back. Leave it on the table by the door." I then turned my back to him, going back to making dinner as I waited for Matt to arrive. Something I hadn't made in awhile, Bourbon glazed meatloaf stuffed with fresh Mozzarella cheese, homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, with corn.

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Zack

I was relieved whenever Sidney finally showed up with the package. She looked concerned and confused, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had seen something she shouldn't have. Deciding to let it go, I gave her a charming smile. "Is everything okay Sidney?" I asked her, taking the package from her hands. Hearing her say that she was going to go home and to text her if I needed anything, I let the smile fade. "Well, I do believe that we had plans for dinner, so what time should I pick you up tonight?" I asked her.

I didn't know what had suddenly gotten into her, but I was going to find out, whether that took me getting her shit faced drunk and fucking her until she told me, or just flat out asking her until she told me, I would find out. "I hope your not mad at how I reacted toward your messages. It had nothing to do with you. I was just stressed and it's very hard to concentrate whenever you're sending me things like that. I do love them though, and I fully intend on taking you up on those offers tonight." I set the box down on her desk before wrapping my arm around her waist. "If you're that wet just thinking about what I'll do to you, I can only imagine how wet you'll be when I have you begging me to fuck you like a dirty little whore." I whispered in her ear, a small smirk coming across my face. "Make sure you wear something nice tonight." I said, giving her a devilish smile.

Sidney had honestly forgotten that she and Zacky had plans for dinner. She'd gotten just a tad bit distracted by their activities earlier. "How about seven?" she suggested. That would give her enough time to shower and get ready. When Zacky brought up the text messages, Sidney found herself blushing slightly, but she was glad to hear that he'd liked the things she sent him. She smirked as Zacky continued to speak, nodding her head when he told her to wear something nice. "I'll pick out something extra special just for you," she purred. "And maybe I'll wear my red lipstick, so that way when I suck you off, there will be a bright red ring around your cock." Sidney was almost tempted to drop down to her knees and blow him now, but she needed to get home and get ready for dinner. Besides, holding off would just make it better when he finally fucked her again.

"Just text me when you're on your way," Sidney said. She gave Zacky a short kiss on the lips before she grabbed her purse and left the office. As she got into her car and drove away, Sidney actually found herself feeling a little excited. Not just for the sex but also for the dinner. If she tried hard enough, she could almost pretend it was a date, something she didn't have much experience with. Maybe it was because she presented herself as such a sexual person, but Sidney hadn't been with a lot with a lot of men who were actually interested in dating her. She highly doubted she would find someone like that in Zacky, but it wouldn't hurt to pretend, right? Once she was out of the shower, Sidney got dressed and did her makeup, waiting on Zacky's text to know he was on his way.

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Once he was home, Matt went upstairs to shower and change. They weren't going out somewhere, so he felt no need to dress in anything fancy, so he laid out a pair of jeans and a Metallica t-shirt before he went into his bathroom. He showered quickly, deciding he might as well shave while he was in the bathroom. Afer he'd gotten dressed, he couldn't resist spritzing on a bit of cologne before he slipped on a pair of his more casual shoes and left the house. On my way, sweetheart. Matt sent the text message to Annalise before dropping his phone into a cup holder in his car, starting the engine and heading towards Annalise's house. He was somewhat thankful when he didn't see Mr. Reinhardt's car in the driveway. He really didn't want to have to deal with that man tonight.

"Something smells good in here," Matt said as he walked into Annalise's house. He followed the sounds of movement into the kitchen, finding the redhead standing in front of the stove. "Well, I wasn't expecting all of this. Meatloaf with gravy and corn? A very impressive spread." He leaned against the counter, alternating between looking at his phone and watching Annalise cook. The smell was starting to get to him and by the time she finally pulled the meatloaf from the oven, he was absolutely starving. "I'll pour us a couple of glasses of wine," Matt said, looking through her cabinets until he found a pair of wine glasses. He knew wine would do wonders to loosen him up for the massage and the both of them for what would come later. And who knew, maybe if he got Annalise drunk enough, she would let him do anything he wanted to do.

Annalise

I was rather surprised whenever my father actually left. I was even more surprised when he left the key like I told him to. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out, seeing Matt's text, I smiled lightly. Stuffing it back into my pocket, I continued to cook our dinner, finally hearing the door open, then close, I knew that Matt had arrived. His voice greated my ears, and I smiled lightly. I watched as he leaned on the counter, a laugh escaping my lips. "What, we're you just expecting me to cook you a meatloaf and nothing else?" I asked him. "So tell me, when was the last time you had a full body massage?" I questioned him.

After a moment, I pulled the meatloaf out of the oven, brushing a final coat of glaze over it. I put it on the serving plate before setting it and the rest of the food on the table. I poured the remaining glaze into a dish and set it on the table. "I hope you're hungry," I told him. "It's been forever since I've been able to cook for someone other than my father. I haven't been able to give anyone a massage since I graduated." I explained, sitting down in my seat. I bit down on my lip as I watched him move. "I wish you would have kept the stubble. You would look good with a beard." I told him, a small smile going across my face. Once he sat down, I began to dish out the food, watching as he began to pour the wine.

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Zack

I gave Sidney a small smile before watching her leave. Once the elevator doors closed, I opened the package to reveal a small black box, opening it, I moved the cloth out of the way to see an ear covered in blood. Letting a sigh escape my lips, I shook my head before closing it and stuffing it in my coat pocket. I then walked out of the building to get in the car. Quickly driving back to my house, I walked inside, the first thing I did, was take my tie off before taking off my jacket. Deciding to take a shower before I left, I looked in the mirror, seeing that the beard I was starting to form, was getting scraggly, I trimmed it, making it look nice before going to get dressed.

Once I was dressed in a pair of dark colored jeans, I pulled out a black dress shirt and slipped it on. Quickly buttoning my shirt, I slipped on my shoes and began my short drive to her apartment, making sure to send her a text to let her know I was on my way. Whenever I finally arrived, I climbed the steps and stopped at her door, knocking on it, I stuffed my hands in my pants pocket as I waited for her to answer.

It didn't take long for Zacky's message to get through, letting Sidney know that he was on his way. She stayed in her room until she heard a knock at the door, grabbing her bag with a change of clothes before hurrying to beat Lori to the door. "Am I going to see you tonight?" the brunette asked, giving Sidney a knowing look.

"Let's just say you shouldn't wait up for me," Sidney said, smirking at her roommate. She slipped outside, greeting Zacky with a smile and a kiss. "So where are we going for dinner?" she asked, walking with him down the hallway to the lobby of the apartment building. "And I hope I'm not making an ass of myself by assuming you want me to spend the night again?" If he did, at least this time they had the added benefit of not having work the next day, since tomorrow was Saturday. So they could go out tonight, go back to Zacky's house and have sex later that night and then wake up and fuck again the next day. Sidney didn't think she had ever been more grateful that it was the weekend. When they reached Zacky's car, she tossed her bag into the backseat before she climbed into the passenger seat. "You know, no one has actually taken me out to dinner in a long time," Sidney commented as Zacky drove them to whatever restaurant he'd chosen. "And the ones that did usually chose someplace like a Mexican restaurant or maybe somewhere that could halfway be considered fancy, like Chili's."

Sidney was glad that Zacky was taking her out to dinner, even if it was just a means to get her into his bed like all of the others. Maybe it was the fact that they were likely going somewhere much nicer than Sidney had ever been taken, maybe it was his dangerous, slightly mysterious allure. The fact that it was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life definitely had something to do with it. Either way, it was definitely going to be a good night.

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"Not gonna lie, I was expecting to come in here and just see a plain old meatloaf in a dish," Matt said with a laugh. "And honestly? I've never had a full body massage. I'm a busy man and most parlors aren't open after I leave work. So you'll be my first." He gave her a smirk as he sat down at the table, watching as she plated everything. He was definitely starving, even more so when he finally got a look at the food. Annalise had certainly gone all out to cook him dinner and he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. "Trust me, sweetheart, I'm starving," he said. "And I certainly won't complain if you want to cook like this for me more often. Maybe I'll even pay you more, hire you on as a personal chef. And a masseuse, too." He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured a good amount into each of the two wine glasses, taking a sip of his as he handed one to Annalise.

When Annalise mentioned something about him looking good with a beard, Matt smirked as he took a plate from her. He was indifferent towards his facial hair, usually altering it to please whatever woman he was fucking at the time. And if Annalise thought he looked good with a beard, then he saw no problem with growing it out a little. "I'll keep that in mind, then," he said, taking a bite of his meatloaf. "This meatloaf is absolutely delicious," he added once he'd swallowed his food, washing it down with a swig of wine. "It's a little fancier than what I was expecting but still damn good." By the time he'd finished eating, Matt almost felt the need to undo the button of hsi jeans, he was stuffed so full. He cooked for himself often, but rarely something so filling. "Well, that was an amazing dinner, but now I think I'm looking forward to that massage," Matt said, smirking lightly at Annalise.

Annalise

I laughed softly when he told me he was expecting a plain meatloaf. "I didn't put myself thousands of dollars in debt to cook a plain meatloaf," I told him, a slight smirk coming across my face. "I put myself thousands of dollars in debt in hopes that I'll be able to have my own restaurant one day." I informed him, my eyebrows raising slightly when he told me he had never gotten a massage before. "Well, I wouldn't mind a pay raise, and if I get to do what I love, then hell, I'm okay with that." I took a drink of my wine, which was rather good, considering. "You know, I've never been much of a wine person. I always preferred the hard liquor." I told him. Smiling as he complimented the dinner, I finished off my wine, looking into his eyes. "I have to say, I'm surprised that you didn't wake up Roman. He isn't fond of strangers." I said with a slight chuckle, "I also hope you're not allergic to cats, because I happen to have one of those too. Her name is Mazikeen and she'll stare you down from the highest point she can,"

Once we were done eating, I began to clean up the table before looking at him, "You're going to feel like a new man by the time I'm done with you," I said, a slight smirk on my face. I leaned up and kissed him before taking his hand in mine, leading him to the room where I had the table set up, I pulled my t-shirt off so that I was in my shorts and a tank top. "First rule of getting a full body massage, take it all off." I informed him, "Once you're undressed, climb on the table and lay on your stomach, make sure you cover up with the sheet." I told him, walking over to a table that had a small bowl and a bunch of different oils, I pulled my bracelets off and put them in the bowl. Looking behind me, I watched as he climbed onto the table after he was undressed. I pumped some of the oil into my hands, rubbing them together before placing them on his back. I knew that he was going to enjoy this. I had been top of my class whenever I graduated, and most of the people I practiced on said that I had the best hands.

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Zack

"I don't think you're going to want to go home tonight," I said with a chuckle. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I led her to my car, opening her door for her, I closed it once she got in, climbing in after her, I began the drive to the restaurant, hearing her question, I smiled lightly over at her. "I'm taking you to a place called Mastro's Steakhouse, their food is delicious," I said to her. Hearing her remark about how nobody had taken her out to dinner in a long time, or that she'd never been anywhere fancy, I laughed. "Well, I for one, like to eat good food, and the best way to ensure good food, is to go to a nice restaurant, so we're going someplace nice. On the other hand, you deserve to be shown off. I like you Sidney, and as long as I continue to like you, I'll treat you well," I said, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. Parking the car, I turned it off before climbing out of the car. Walking around to her side, I opened her door for her.

Once we were in the building, I smiled politely at the greeter. "Reservation for two," I told her, putting my free hand in my pocket. "Name please," she responded. "Baker," She nodded her head and led us to a quieter portion of the restaurant where we would be able to hear each other speak. I smiled at Sidney, pulling her chair out. Once she sat down, I pushed her chair in for her. "What can I get you to drink?" she questioned us. "I'll take a coke, for our meal, also, a bottle of your finest wine please," I told the waitress, before looking through my menu. I came here often, but there were still some things that I hadn't tried yet. "So, Sidney, what did you do before you started working at my company?" I asked her curiously.

Sidney couldn't help but blush when Zacky said that she deserved to be shown off. If she hadn't known any better, she would almost say that was how a boyfriend would treat his girlfriend. But she knew better. She knew the arrangement they had going on was almost entirely about sex. Which was perfectly fine with her. When they arrived at the restaurant, Sidney barely had a chance to unbuckle her seatbelt before Zacky was opening the passenger side door for her. She thanked him softly before allowing him to lead her into the restaurant. She followed Zacky and the hostess to their seat, thanking Zacky again when he pulled her chair out for her. She was honestly a little surprised that he was such a gentleman, but she enjoyed the special treatment.

"I'll take a lemon water," Sidney told the woman. Anything else likely wouldn't taste too well with the wine. She picked up the menu and began looking it over. She knew enough about etiquette that a good place to look for something to order was in the middle of the menu; nothing too expensive.But she definitely knew that she wanted a steak. "I uh, I just worked at a grocery store as a cashier," Sidney answered. It wasn't something she was proud of, but her parents insisted on her having a job and she liked having her own money. "It was an okay job. But then one day my dad came to me and told me I had to quit because he found me a new job. The job at your office, actually. I was really confused about why my dad had gone out and found me another job, but it paid a lot better than the cashier job and it had benefits, too. I couldn't really turn it down, even though I didn't really have a choice."

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Matt almost caught himself asking Annalise why she was working for him if she had a culinary degree, but he already knew the answer to that question. She didn't really have a choice. Or rather, her father didn't really have a choice. It was either force his daughter to take this job or know he was the reason she was killed. "Well next we can have some rum and coke with our dinner, but I figured the wine was better suited as the precursor to a full-body massage." Matt sat back as Annalise started to clear the table, smirking when she pulled him to his feet and to the room with the massage table. He didn't hesitate to strip off his clothes when Annalise told him to, lying face down on the table and covering himself as best as he could with the sheet.

Matt could hear Annalise moving around on the other side of the room, knowing she was probably messing with the oils he'd seen. He let out a soft sigh when he finally felt her hands on him. His true job carried a certain amount of stress and this would do wonders for him. He probably wouldn't even try and cut the massage short to try and fuck her. "Try to work out some of the knots in my shoulders, would you?" Matt asked. He gave his shoulders a roll. "That's where I carry most of my tension."

Annalise

"I prefer cranberry and vodka," I said with a light laugh. I placed my hands on his back, hearing the sigh leave his lips. Hearing him tell me to work out the knots in his back. I leaned down, kissing behind his ear. "Don't tell me how to give you a massage," I whispered, biting his ear. "Just trust me to do what I'm good at." I pulled away before I began to rub his shoulders, rubbing lightly at first, then slowly increasing the pressure until the knots where completely gone. I chewed on my lip slightly as I continued to give him his massage, slowly moving down his body, putting more oil on my hands as needed.

"So I am curious about one thing, Why is a man as good looking and successful as yourself, still single?" I asked curiously, my head cocked slightly as I continued on with the massage. "Are you not into relationships, or have you just not found the right woman yet?" I bit my lip slightly, I knew I was treading on dangerous waters with the whole relationship topic, but I was curious, and when I got curious, I asked questions, and I didn't stop until I got answers. "Or do you just prefer to have nothing holding you down?"

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Zack

I knew the girl didn't have a choice, but she didn't know I was the reason why she had to work for me. Once i had made up my mind about what I wanted i closed my menu and set it on the table, leaning back in my seat as I looked into her eyes. "Do you like working for me, Sidney?" I asked curiously. My green eyes trained on her features. Glancing over I saw the waitress come back with the wine and drinks, sitting up straight, I thanked the lady before pouring us two glasses.

"You really are a beautiful woman Sidney, I don't understand how You're not spoken for," I told her, handing her a glass of wine. Taking a sip of my own as I stared into her eyes. "If I had it my way, I'd make you mine. Keep you all to myself, shower you with gifts, whatever you like. You're a wonderful woman, and you deserve a man willing to give you the world, and I could give you that, if we were more than just friends with benefits," I told her, a sly smirk coming across my face, hoping she would get what I was insinuating at.

Sidney was a little taken back when Zacky asked if she enjoyed working for him. She'd never disliked working at Surge Enterprises, but it wasn't a particularly interesting job. Of course, neither was the one she'd had at the grocery store. "Yeah, I guess I do," Sidney finally answered. "I mean, it's not an awful job and I've definitely had worse bosses." She thanked Zacky softly when he handed her a glass of wine, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks at his compliment. As she listened to him speaking, she couldn't help but wonder what he was insinuating. Did he want to be more than friends with benefits? As in he wanted to have a relationship with her? And if he did, did he only want it so she would be more inclined to have sex with him? Because he definitely didn't need to do that. She would have sex with him whenever he wanted. Well, unless it was that time of the month. She was never in the mood then.

"Are you trying to say you want a relationship with me, Zacky?" Sidney asked. She wasn't going to lie, it was very tempting. She wasn't a selfish person, but she wasn't going to turn down having someone shower her with gifts, especially someone as gorgeous as and as good of a fuck as Zacky. "Because if that's your way of asking, then my answer is yes." Sidney knew it might make things a little awkward at work, but she didn't really care. The only thing she was worried about was her dad. Her dad almost seemed scared of Zacky and Sidney couldn't figure out why. But she knew he wouldn't be happy about her dating Zacky, that was for sure.

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Matt jumped slightly when he felt Annalise bite his ear. He chuckled when she spoke, deciding for once to just sit back and let her be in control. He groaned as she started to work the knots in his shoulders. He hadn't quite realized how bad his tension was there. It definitely wasn't comfortable, but it would be worth it in the long run. He probably needed to get a massage like this more often. Matt hardly expected anymore conversation and he certainly hadn't expected the topic of conversation that Annalise chose. Why was she asking about his relationship status? He thought he had made it very clear that he wasn't after a real relationship. It was difficult in his line of work and besides, he'd made that mistake once before. Never again.

"I'm single because I want to be," Matt answered. "In my experience, the women who want a relationship with me only want it so they can get close to me for my money." In reality, that had only happened once, but it had completely shifted Matt's perspective on relationships. It was the first and only time he'd ever been in love with someone and not only had she only been in it for his money, she'd also been cheating on him almost their entire relationship. It had absolutely obliterated Matt's trust in anything to do with real relationships and he certainly wasn't eager to repeat the situation.

Annalise

I smirked whenever he jumped, wondering what his response was, I soon found out. So, he didn't date because of gold digging whores? Well, I was going to have to change that. "Were those women, who had an IQ larger than their chest size, or lower?" I asked curiously, a sly smirk coming across my face. "You get used for your money, and guys date me thinking I'm easy. We'd be the perfect couple," I said in a joking tone. "Money doesn't interest me. The personality does. If I wanted money I'd find a sugar daddy. Which I don't want. I've got everything that I need. I'm making enough money to pay my bills, and plenty extra." I explained. "Not that you care, because you're not looking for a relationship, right? Most girls, are either looking for money, or aren't faithful. Just like most guys are only looking for a piece of ass, and once they realize they aren't gonna get it, they just up and leave, no matter what they had going on, not caring if they had a good woman who would do anything for them or not. "

I had been hurt time and time again, used for sex, only to be left whenever they realized they weren't going to get it. At one point, I was even living with someone, but because I waited too long, I had gotten kicked out. In fact, that was right before I started working for mat. He wouldn't care though. He wasn't looking for a relationship, and I was. Things couldn't work between us, it never could. He wouldn't want it to, and I knew that once I finally found someone who was actually interested in me, I would have to leave what we had, behind. I didn't know if I was ready to do that.

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Zack

I smirked whenever I saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. I smiled at her. "Are you sure?" I asked her, my green eyes filled with lust and an unknown emotion. "I can be a lot to handle," taking a sip of my wine, I ran my thumb over my bottom lip. "Don't let this sweet face fool you," I said, laughing slightly. Looking up to see the waitress return, I ordered an appetizer and my dinner, listening to Sidney order her own.

Handing the waitress the menus, I looked at Sidney. "So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? Favorite flower, color, what you like to do in your spare time, that kind of stuff," I asked, a small smile come across my face. I knew a good deal about Sidney, but I wanted to hear everything from her. I had learned a great deal from her father, and from my own men spying on her, but I wanted to know everything. After all, when you were in a relationship you were supposed to know everything about your significant other. Right? I knew that whenever her father found out about us, he would not be pleased. Her father hated me and feared me all at the same time. Just as Loris father did. She didn't even know that I was connected to Lori, not that Lori knew either. Chances were, that I knew most of the people in her life.

"You'd better stop talking or you might make me change my mind," Sidney said. Zacky had already proven to be a lot to handle, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't as well. In terms of being hard to handle, they were pretty equal. When the waitress returned, Sidney waited for Zacky to give his order before she gave her own. She knew she would probably get laughed at for ordering her steak well-done, but she didn't care. She couldn't stomach eating meat that had the slightest bit of pink in it. Probably because she'd gotten food poisoning from a burger that wasn't cooked all the way through once a few years back. It had been very unpleasant and Sidney wasn't looking to repeat the experience.

"My favorite flower?" Sidney repeated, unable to suppress her giggle. That was such a strange thing to want to know about someone. But at least Zacky was trying to learn more about her. "I guess my favorite flower is the daffodil. They smell good and they're so pretty, plus when you see them start popping up, you know it's almost springtime. Uh, my favorite color is purple. Especially light purple, like lavender or lilac. As for my free time...well I guess I'm kind of a little old lady when it comes to my free time. I like to garden, although I don't really have much of one since I live in an apartment. I also kind of like to knit and I'm actually getting pretty good. Mostly scarves and stuff. Maybe I'll knit you something, you can wear it to the office," Sidney added, grinning at Zacky.

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Matt felt himself bristle at Annalise's comment. Despite everything his ex-girlfriend had put him through, for some reason he still felt himself getting a little defensive when people talked bad about her. Well, when other women talked back about her. "If you were in my place you wouldn't want a relationship, either. It's kind of hard to want one when you can't trust anyone." Putting up a fence to everyone probably wasn't helping his case; he knew that if he didn't let anyone in, he wouldn't ever meet anyone to restore the trust he'd lost. The idea of starting over with someone was just so exhausting though, especially with his line of work. Besides the trust he needed in a relationship, there was the extra layer of trust that would come along with the hypothetical significant other knowing what he truly did for a living.

"A lot of women do that too, you know," Matt said, hearing her last comment. He shifted slightly on the massage table. "Except they do it for, well, for the money. They have someone who would do anything for them and honestly didn't mind spoiling them but they would rather be with someone who stole from his family to buy drugs." He knew what Annalise was trying to hint at with her choice of conversation top, but he was going to try and fend that off for as long as possible. He'd never understood how people could start a relationship and then try and get to know one another; if he was going to start another relationship in the future, he would need to know the girl beforehand. Save himself a lot of trouble.

Annalise
I narrowed my eyes in frustration when he spoke. “What makes you think that I haven’t been?” I asked him. “I’ve been in countless relationships, thinking that each and every one of those assholes loved me, but every single time that I had told them that I was waiting for marriage, they left me. I have an extremely hard time trust people when it comes to a relationship. But what I do know is that I’d rather learn to trust and love someone than be alone for the rest of my life. Is that what you want? To be alone? To grow old, to die alone without a family? I’m not asking you to be in a relationship with me, not when I don’t know anything about you. Not without you getting to know me first. If you ever decide that you want something more, at least know this, you can trust me not to say yes just for your money. I don’t want it.” I informed him.

Finally finishing up his massage, I pulled away from him. “How do you feel?” I asked him, taking a towel to wipe the oil from my hands. I stuffed them in my pockets, watching as he sat up on the table. I gave him a slight smile. “So, do you feel like a new man?” I asked, stepping toward him. Looking over his body, I didn’t bother waiting for an answer before I placed my lips on his, kissing him before pulling his bottom lip between my teeth. I was determined to make him realize that we could be more than fuck buddies.

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Zack

I couldn’t help but laugh when she said I should stop talking. Smirking lightly whenever she ordered her steak well done, I looked at her after the waitress left. “So, you’re one of those people, huh?” I questioned. I was one of those people that ordered their steak rare. I couldn’t stand a dry steak, not to mention they were more tender and juicy done that way. Listening to her carefully, she liked daffodil’s. Purple was her favorite color, and she was a “grandma”. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” I told her, referring to her gardening and knitting hobby. Hearing her say she would make me something that I could wear to the office, I chuckled lightly at her.

“If you can knit me a beanie, I would most certainly wear it,” I informed her, giving her a shit eating grin. I ran my fingers through my hair, my green eyes glistening with curiosity. “Perhaps you can start a flower garden at my house, it could use the touch. I’ve got the fountain and everything, just missing some flowers,” I informed her, a sly smile coming onto my face. I took a sip of wine, staring at her. “When’s your birthday?” I asked curiously. I should have known when it was, but there were so many birthdays that I had to keep track of, I knew I would say the wrong one if I had tried to guess it.

"Yes, I'm one of those people," Sidney huffed. "I can't stand pink in my meat. Just seeing it makes me sick to my stomach." She never could understand how some people could stand to eat a steak that was medium rare or even rare. That was more raw than cooked and it was just disgusting. "I'll start on it when I get home then," Sidney said, smiling when he said he would wear a beanie if she made it for him. Hats and scarves were her specialties. She was working on a blanket, but that was going to take a little while. When Zacky mentioned her starting a flower garden at his house, Sidney perked up. She would rather have a vegetable garden, but she enjoyed flower gardens as well. The could certainly add a little extra something to a yard.

"Yeah, it would have to wait until the spring, though," Sidney said, realizing it was way past the time to plant anything. Still, she would love to have a place to finally start a garden. "My birthday?" Sidney repeated. She would've thought that with everything Zacky seemed to know about her already, he would know her birthday. "It's November fourteenth. I'll be twenty-five. Yay, cheap car insurance." Sidney laughed awkwardly at her little joke, taking a sip of her wine. Maybe if she got a little more alcohol in her she wouldn't be so stupid. She just didn't have too much experience with actual dates like this.

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"I didn't say you hadn't been," Matt huffed. He knew Annalise was getting irritated, but he didn't really care. She was irritating him by asking about his relationship status. It was all her fault, really. He barely listened to her as she continued to rant at him, although her comment about dying alone without a family did stick out a little to him. He didn't plan on dying alone, but hell, he was young. Why not enjoy it while he was in his prime and settle down when he was actually ready? He'd thought he'd been ready before, but the heartbreak made him realize that he wasn't. Which was exactly why he preferred casual sex. In most cases, both parties knew what they were getting from the arrangement and they were fine with that.

Rolling his shoulders when he heard Annalise step away, Matt sat up, making sure to keep the sheet covering his lap. "I feel great," he told her. "Very...loose. I don't know that I'd say I felt like a whole new man, but I definitely feel like a relaxed man, which might as well be new." When Annalise kissed him, Matt kissed her back with equal force, resting his hands on her hip. He thought it was a little strange how she went from ranting at him about relationships to practically pouncing on him, but he wasn't going to complain. He doubted that the massage table was sturdy enough for what they were likely about to do, so Matt backed Annalise up until her back was pressed to the wall, reaching down to undo the button and zipper on the shorts she was wearing. He slipped his hand into her underwear, rubbing her clit as he started to kiss along her neck.

Annalise

I whined whenever he pinned me to the wall. Whimpering when he slipped his hand between my shorts, my heart began to pound in my chest as my breath hitched in my throat. “I do have a bedroom,” I breathed out, allowing my eyes to close as he kissed along my neck. I pushed him away enough to pull my shirt off before pushing my shorts down my legs. Kicking them off, I knew that things were going to get intense, and I had hoped that they would. I pulled his hand out of my underwear and pushed him backward. Without warning, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, I knew that he was plenty capable of holding me up, and I was also strong enough that I could hold myself up. I ran one of my hands through his hair while holding onto his shoulder with my free hand.

My bruises from the last several times that he had fucked me, were still clearly visible, some much darker than the others. I didn’t care though. There was something about him that just made me not have a care in the world. I didn’t know what it was or why he had that effect on me, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was what we were doing now. “If you stay the night, we could continue this into tomorrow,” I whispered in his ear before pulling his earlobe between my teeth. He was like walking heroine for me. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I couldn’t get enough. No matter how much I wanted to stop. No matter how wrong I knew this was. I wanted him and only him. “I want you to take me in ways that I never thought possible,” I breathed against his ear, “I want to feel your hand around my throat as I scream out your name and beg you for more.”

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Zack

I smiled lightly at her when I saw how she perked up at the mention of starting a garden in my yard. I may have been a cruel man, and I may have enjoyed causing pain, but I knew that I wanted to make Sidney happy. She was a sweet woman, and I wasn’t getting any younger, so I knew it wouldn’t have hurt to try and make her happy, to try and make things work between us. I knew that I wanted a family, but I didn’t know if that’s what she wanted, but I didn’t want to ask her about that. Not quite yet. It was far too soon. I did want to be in a relationship with Sidney, but we needed to get to know each other on a personal level. Well, she needed to know me on a personal level.

As much as I wanted to be with Sidney, only time would be able to tell if things could really work for us. She would eventually need to know about my true job, but before I could even think about revealing that to her, I had to make sure that I could trust her enough not to run to the police. Of course, it wouldn’t matter because most of them were in our back pockets, but it was a matter of trust, not to mention, if she found out about my job, it would only be a matter of time before she found out about her father’s arrangement with me, and I didn’t know if she would still want to be in a relationship with me at that point. Hearing her birthday, I smiled. “Your birthday is a month and three days before mine,” I informed her. “December eleventh.” I refilled her glass of wine before refilling my own and taking a drink of it.

"I think you mean three days short of a month before," Sidney giggled, realizing that Zacky's math didn't add up. "A month and three days before yours would put mine on the eighth." She thanked him softly when he refilled her wine glass, taking a sip before setting it back on the table. She wondered if the two of them would be able to finish this bottle of wine over dinner. She'd definitely done it with Lori before, but Zacky had to drive. By the time the food arrived, Sidney was more than ready to eat. She was starving and it had been awhile since she'd had a good steak dinner. "Everything looks so good," Sidney said, looking at her plate. She reached out and picked up the sprig of parsley sitting on top of her steak. "And so fancy, too."

Sidney knew that by the time they were finished with dinner, she would be more than ready to go back to Zacky's house and relax for a little while. They would definitely be having sex, but she would need to sit off this steak first. Besides, it was Friday, so they had all weekend to lay around Zacky's house and fuck. If he wanted her to stay that long, that is. Of course, Sidney was his girlfriend now, so maybe he wouldn't mind. "How's your dinner?" Sidney asked, taking a sip of her wine. "Mine is delicious. It's been too long since I've had a good steak."

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"The bedroom is boring," Matt said. "You've got to branch out a little sweetheart." He continued to rub her clit as she removed her shirt and shorts, only moving away when he was pushed away. He was a little surprised when she jumped on him, but he managed to catch her, moving her back until her back was pressed to the wall again. He had no idea where this side of Annalise was coming from, but he liked it. He just knew she would be kinky once she got a little experience. "If staying the night means I get to fuck you over and over, then that's fine with me," Matt said. Hearing her next comments, Matt smirked.

"That can certainly be arranged, sweetheart," he said. "I'm going to have to let you down, though." He sat Annalise back down on her feet, shoving her underwear down. He gripped himself in his hand and thrust into her, reaching up to wrap his other hand around her throat. "Is this what you wanted, dirty little whore?" he whispered, starting to fuck her a little harder. "I'll fuck you like this and then I'll fuck you in your kitchen with the window wide open so all of your neighbors can hear you begging me to fuck you. And then when I'm done with that, you'll get down on your knees and I'll fuck your pretty little mouth until I come down your throat. Would you like that, sweetheart?"

Annalise
I whined slightly when he set me down, only to gasp out whenever her thrust into me. A moan left my mouth just as he wrapped his fingers around my throat. I arched into his touch craving more of it. Digging my nails into his shoulder blades as he continued to fuck me. Hearing him ask me if that was what I wanted, I could only nod my head slightly. When he told me that he would fuck me with my window open, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been serious or not. “I would love that,” I whimpered quietly, biting my lip slightly as he continued to fuck me.

“F-faster,” I moaned out, moving my hips in time with his. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to be all mine. Truly one hundred percent, mine. I knew at some point in his life, that he would get rid of me. He would be ready to settle down, and I wanted to be the person he settled down with. He was mine and I needed to find a way to make him realize that. “Oh god, Matt!” I cried out, pressing my body against his. I knew that I wasn’t nearly as experienced as he was, but I did know things, and I was confident enough to try even if I didn’t know anything. I moved one of my hands to his wrist, grabbing it in a tight grip. “Harder,” I breathed out, my eyes slipping shut as I rested my head against the wall.

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Zack

I didn’t quite realize that I had fucked up the time between our birthdays until she said something to me. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I informed her, taking a sip of my wine. Watching as the waitress set our food on the table, I thanked her before I began to eat my steak. “I’m glad you like it,” I said after I was done chewing, giving her a smile. “It’s good, like usual. Even better so though, because I’m in the company of a beautiful woman instead of dining alone,” I said, my green eyes glimmering in the dim light. I was often described as mischievous, and I liked that. I liked to be described like that by women.

Watching her carefully, I smirked when she said that it had been awhile since her last good steak. “I’ll just have to take you out to more steakhouses though. Now that you won’t have to pay for anything, you’ll truly get to enjoy the more expensive things in life. Not saying that you can’t, but now you can without having to worry about money or anything like the sort,” I explained, hoping that I wouldn’t offend her. I really enjoyed her company, and I hoped that she would realize that I was going to spoil her. I had already intended on placing flowers on her desk at work. Purple daffodils. She loved daffodils and her favorite color was purple, so why not give her purple daffodils?

Sidney blushed when Zacky said his dinner was better because he was in the company of a beautiful woman. Her certainly knew the things to say to make her feel special, or maybe he just knew what to say to make women feel special. Either way, she enjoyed the compliments. She continued to eat her steak, occasionally taking a bite of the baked potato that had come along with it. The way Zacky spoke to her really led Sidney to believe that he was going to spoil her. She'd never really had anyone to do that before, so it might take a little getting used to but she wasn't going to stop Zacky from spoiling her if that's what he really wanted to do.

Sidney finished off her second glass of wine and reached for the bottle to refill it. She wasn't anything close to a wine connoisseur, but she thought that the wine Zacky had chosen paired well with the steak. She was certainly going to be a little tipsy by the time they left the restaurant. "As delicious as this dinner is, I don't think I can eat another bite," Sidney said, pushing her plate away. She thought for a second if it was worth it to take it to go, but decided that it wasn't. There wasn't enough left to warrant it. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm just about ready to curl up for a little while and relax," Sidney said, waiting for Zacky to pay the check. A full meal usually made her feel a little sleepy, but she would have her energy back in a little while.

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Matt smirked when he heard Annalise say that she would love everything he'd described to her. "Of course you would, you little whore," he whispered in her ear. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts when Annalise asked him to, also tightening the grip he had on her throat. As long she could still draw breath, that was all that mattered. At this point, the wall was starting to rattle a little, shaking some of the decorations Annalise had hanging up. But a few broken trinkets just showed how good the sex was. Keeping his one hand on her throat, Matt moved his other hand to rest on the wall next to her, adjusting his center of gravity so that he could fuck her even harder.

Matt gave short consideration to pulling out, but he remembered Annalise telling him that she was on the shot. He pinned her hips to the wall as he reached his orgasm, finishing inside of her. He continued to thrust into her, although a bit slower than before, rubbing her clit. "Scream for me when you come," he breathed into her ear. He smirked when he realized that he still had his hand wrapped around her throat. "Well, try to scream," he said. Matt kissed down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. By the time the night was over, she would be covered in his marks and bruises.

Annalise

When things began to fall off of my wall, I knew that even if I didn’t want to, I was going to have to pick them up and put them back on the wall or Roman would chew them up. I whined whenever he began to rub my clit, leaning into his touch, I knew that I was getting close, and soon enough, I was screaming his name as best as I could. The nipping and kissing at my neck was enough to send me over the edge. Finally allowing my body to relax, I rested my head against his shoulder for a second before looking back up at him. I bit my lip slightly before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Give me one second,” I said softly, moving to go and pick up the pictures that had fallen. I set all of them on the table. All but one. It was a picture of my brother and me. I hung it back up on the wall before walking back over to Matt.

I looked up at him, wondering what all he really had planned for me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes so that I could comfortably kiss him. “So what was next on the list of things you plan to do to me?” I whispered in his ear, nipping at it before I placed a kiss on his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, wondering if any neighbors had already heard me screaming Matt’s name. I already knew that this was going to be a long night, and while I didn’t have many neighbors, I didn’t need them thinking that I was a whore.

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Zack

I smiled at her, nodding my head in agreement as I took the last bite of my food. Motioning the waitress over, I ordered desert to go. Watching as she scurried away to bring us our desert and my check, I finished off my wine. When the waitress returned, I paid the check and handed her the hundred-dollar tip. Standing up, I held out my hand, smiling once Sidney took it, I led her back to the car. “So, do you want to watch a movie to help you relax before the real fun starts?’ I questioned her, opening the car door for her. Once she was inside, I closed the door and was about to walk around the car, whenever I received a phone call.

“What do you want Johnny?” l asked, my tone sharp as I stood in front of my car, my free hand in my pocket. “We have a situation,” he responded. I turned my back to the car and lowered my voice so that Sidney couldn’t eavesdrop. “I don’t care what it is. I’m in the middle of something right now. Take care of the problem and don’t make me have to do it myself. Do you understand?” I snapped into the phone before hanging up. Shoving my phone back into my pocket I climbed into the car and gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, that was my brother calling, he just got into town, was asking me to pick him up at the airport,” I said, lying smoothly. I didn’t need her getting any suspicions of what I really did. Not yet anyway. Not until I knew I could trust her.