"Oh my God, I got a revelation."

Erasmo chuckled as he looked up from his phone.

We were both sitting on my couch. Me in comfy gray pajama pants and a well fitted black tank top, him in his navy slim pants, white oxfords and grey v-neck. He had his left arm resting on my leg. I sat with my legs bent slightly tucked under my butt. My laptop rested on my lap and Rasso the pig wasn't too far away, relaxing on Erasmo's thighs.

"You got a revelation?" Erasmo asked running his hand slowly up and down my back. "What is it?"

I turned to him seriously. "Everybody fucks."

He arched an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Everybody fucks." I threw my hands up. "I mean literally everybody fucks." I shook my head in disbelief. "Your parents, my parents, our friends, our neighbors....the--the innocent-looking Asian lady going to the bakery every morning at 7:00."

Erasmo chuckled.

"Your grandma....well your grandma used to---"

Erasmo winced. "She probably still does." He muttered.

I snickered. "The megachurch pastor we just saw on the commercial...your ugly ass third grade teacher---"

Erasmo threw his head back. "My third grade teacher was very beautiful." Erasmo stated. "Her name was Ms. Sara Vellinici." He grinned cheekily.

"First, I guess you were a pervert at a young age but most importantly, you still remember your third grade teacher's name?"

Erasmo nodded. "Yeah...don't you?" He shrugged

I frowned and cocked my head to the side. "Uhm...no...Oh yeah! Ms. Caruso." I grinned. "She was sweet...bow-legged but really sweet."

Erasmo chuckled and I smiled as I turned back to my laptop. "Well, Ms. Sara Vellinici and Ms. Caruso fucked too."

His eyebrows shot up. "..... each other?" He asked mischievously.

I turned to him and sucked my teeth. "You know what I mean." I nudged him and he chuckled playfully some more.

"I'm just saying anybody who has any sexual desire to fuck...fucks, like everybody does it and yet it's still one of the most taboo---things in life." I concluded. "It's as if it's some big bad secret that people have sex."

Erasmo nodded slowly. "That is correct...." He actually looked adorably pensive for a couple seconds. "Or like when people want to see people having sex, but they don't want other people to know that they want to see other people having sex and it's just like...hey everybody wants to see everybody having sex, relax...just do you."

I threw my head back and laughed. "You're so stupid." I giggled trying to stop myself from laughing again.

Erasmo leaned over and pressed his lips firmly against my own, sucking one of them sensually before slowly pulling back and resting his back against the couch. Beautiful hazel eyes fixed on me.

"Whoa...." I whispered, laughing in surprise. "That was a really good kiss." I snickered. "Don't kiss people like that unless you're planning to propose." I laughed and shook my head.

Erasmo's eyes widened.

I put my hand out quickly. "NO! I'm not saying you should propose!" I gasped.

"Because it's too soon right?" Erasmo asked seriously.

"Yes!" I shouted at him urgently. "It's too soon."

"Definitely too soon." Erasmo chuckled. "I mean, I love you, but I don't think I'm ready to marry you---"

My mouth dropped open at his words. I felt like a cartoon character who's heart had just beaten out of it's chest with a loud BA-DUM.

He blinked rapidly. "I mean--I—Like—I like you---a lot—like---" He gestured between us and took a deep breath. "I didn't mean to say love." he whispered.

I put my hand up. "Free pass." I chuckled and feigned wiping my brow. "I mean, because I was most definitely going to say I love you too." I joked.

"Wait what?" He shifted his body towards me.

I held his gaze seriously for about three seconds before I looked away and laughed. "I'm joking!" I clapped and fell back further into the couch. "Oh, I'm so good."

Erasmo sighed heavily and relaxed his shoulders. "Oh...okay because I...I meant it...when I said it first."

"Wait what?" I turned to him.

We held each other's gaze for a good 5 seconds that I think my heart had stopped beating actually after the third second. "This is the part you say I'm joking." I whispered.

He bit his bottom lip and shrugged. "I'm not." He whispered back.

My jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?" I asked, unable to speak above a whisper.

"Absolutely." Erasmo whispered gently.

"ERASMO!" I grabbed Rasso in his lap and slapped him with it. "Don't do that!"

He was laughing too hard to shield himself fast enough as the plushie smacked the side of his face. "I do this shit, for a living Jaylen! Don't try and outsmart the master."

"That was so mean." I pushed him again. "Really mean...." I took a deep breath. "Because I do...like... I love you..."

Erasmo settled back in the couch and chuckled as he took the plushie from me. I blinked twice and slowly lowered my gaze.

"Stop..." He nudged me. "You're playing." He playfully pressed my chin to the other side.

"I'm not." I shrugged and went back to my laptop. "So... let's not make this awkward..."

Silence filled the condo for about 6 seconds before he softly cleared his throat. "Wait... you do?" He asked sitting up, tilting his head more towards me.

I sighed and clicked with a purpose on my email. "And THAT ladies and gentlemen, is how I prove that I am THAT bitch!" I laughed happily. "Gotcha." I whispered with a little dance.

Erasmo chuckled as he leaned his head back on the couch, still staring at me. His leg moving side to side as he hugged Rasso to his chest.

I turned to him and laughed some more as I shook my head. "Don't even try to top that one. It's over, that conversation is done."

He reached out and cupped my neck, slowly bringing my face closer to his, his longer nose brushing against my stubby one as he gave me the lightest of butterfly kisses that caused my lips to shiver in anticipation before he pulled away and released me.

His eyes held mine.

Feeling light-headed, I slowly turned back to my laptop. No, I know what this feeling is. I don't want it. I rebuke it.

"Tell me about your old boyfriends." He asked softly.

I chuckled. "Uhm, there's nothing really special to say....it's late, are you not going home?" I asked in surprise. "You just landed less than 2 hours ago, you must be jetlagged."

"Can I sleep over?" He asked softly,

I shrugged happily. "Well, you have your clothes right there, so might as well."

"Might as well? Tell me you want me to sleep over." He smirked.

"I don't want you to sleep over." I spoke defensively. "You asked to sleep over."

"So you...don't... want me to sleep over?"

"Yes, no...I mean just...do whatever you want..." I shrugged.

Erasmo sat up. "So... you do want me to sleep over?" He asked again for good measure.

I sighed and shook my head. "I really don't care..."

"I do." He whispered. "I need...I need to know...I need to hear you say if you do or if you don't."

I shrugged. "Why?" I whispered my voice breaking from the anxiety building in my chest.

"Because I'm an oral learner." He replied.

Seeing it as my opportunity to distract, I snorted. "Oral---get it----oral learner." My mistake was turning to Erasmo staring at me with a straight face. I groaned. "God, you're incorrigible." I whispered as I absently played with my pajama shorts. I sighed and turned to him. "Fine. I want you to stay." I replied.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Positive."

I sighed. "Yes. I am so...please stay." I smiled and tugged his shirt.

Erasmo's serious face slowly spread into a grin. "Jaylen?"

"Yeah?" My smile seemed glued to my face.

Erasmo leaned closer and my heart dropped. His hazel eyes locked with mine as he wore a sweet gentle smile on his lips. "Now...who's, who's bitch?" He whispered.

My mouth slowly parted at the game I had played and gotten demolished at. "Get the fuck out of my house." I whispered.

Erasmo chuckled and closed the gap between our faces as he kissed me with a lot more passion than the previous kisses. "I really do love you though." He whispered against my lips after the kiss.

I rolled my eyes and pushed his face away. "Yeah right..." I scoffed as I moved my laptop and got off the couch.

Erasmo chuckled softly, his eyes following my every move.

"So, I got this coconut raspberry tea that I just ordered." I grinned as I opened up, the pantry. "I'm going to make some for bed. Do you want some?"

"I would love some, thank you." He replied.

I looked up at him and grinned. "Damn, so proper."

Erasmo smiled back as he watched me prepare the tea. "I like your teapot. My nana has one like that."

Grinning, I twirled around. "I legit got it from China." I chuckled. "Like I was in Beijing with my own two feet when I walked into the store and got it." I sighed loudly. "But it doesn't have much of a ring to it when I say, it's made in China."

To my surprise, Erasmo threw his head back and laughed out loud, a sort of guttural laugh you could tell was from the depths of his belly. He shook his head and tried to stop laughing by biting down on his lower lips. "Sorry." He chuckled in embarrassment.

"Sorry?" I chuckled. "That was the cutest laugh, I've ever heard in my entire life."

Erasmo lifted his head and beamed at me.

"It's so much better than the cute guy chuckle---don't look at me like that—you know what I'm talking about." I pointed at him.

He chuckled.

"THAT ONE!" I jabbed my fingers in his direction like the Whitney Houston gif.

My boyfriend laughed and casually tried to cover his mouth as his shifted in the coach.

"It's the Oh my gosh look at me, I'm sexy but guess what my laugh is sexy too...chuckle, chuckle chuckle." I imitated in an exaggerated low voice.

Erasmo stared at his hands with s shy smile on his lips. "This is nice isn't it?" He asked gently, tilting his head up to look back at me.

"What is?" I asked checking the water.

"Us..."He leaned his head back to rest on the couch. "This..." he motioned between us.

I grinned. "The honeymoon phase of every relationship." I stood on tiptoes as I reached for the tea container overhead. "Give it a couple of months and we'll be sick and tired of each other."

"Sick and tired?" He asked. "I mean we probably won't be feeling the same intense passion every minute of everyday like now...but that's because the lust grows into love and deeper."

I turned abruptly to face Erasmo in surprise.

"What?" He asked.

I slowly turned back around. "No....sometimes you surprise me." I admitted. "That was a very mature thing for you to say."

He snorted. "That's because you only think I'm a pretty face."

I looked up at him from across the bar in my kitchen. "No, I don't." I replied, not as convincing as I would have liked.

But he was still smiling as he watched me. "Yeah, you do." He whispered back softly.

I sighed and shook my head. "You are pretty...but I don't think you're only pretty." I replied setting out the matching teacups and saucers. "But there's nothing wrong with being pretty. I like looking at your face."

"What were your old boyfriends like?" He asked.

I groaned. "Oh my God again....seriously there's nothing to tell."

"What about your recent ex?"

"Fabian?"

"That's his name?" Erasmo asked. "What happened to Fabien?"

I sighed loudly and shrugged. "Let's see.....uhmmm." I leaned on the counter and crossed my arms. "Fabian...thought I was too boring to complement the lifestyle he wanted." I tried to smile, but emotions rose as I looked away from Erasmo and shrugged again. "So yeah." I straightened up and turned to get the honey.

"Did he break your heart?"

I took a deep breath, my back to him as I held the honey. "If we're being honest...yeah." I turned back around. "I should have seen it coming, but I didn't...and I think...yeah....it hurt." I trailed off. "It really hurts...when you don't feel good enough for somebody you know."

I sighed again and gripped the counter, thinking of Fabian.

Fucking asshole.

"Did you love him?"

I looked up momentarily forgetting Erasmo was there. I nodded. "Yeah....yeah I did." I smiled sadly. "It was nice..."

"What did you love about him?"

I slowly released the counter and looked up at Erasmo. "I loved the way he held me." I whispered.

Erasmo held my gaze for a couple seconds and then looked away, scratching the back of his neck. He straightened up in the couch and stared off at the silent T.V. playing before him.

I lowered my gaze and smiled softly. When it was nice, it had been really nice.

"Do you still love him?"

Erasmo's low voice broke through the silence. I lifted my eyes to him, but he hadn't turned to look at me when he'd spoken as he'd done the other times.

I shook my head. "I think I'm.....really letting go of him. He was a bit of an asshole."

Erasmo turned his head to me. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I chuckled and measured out the tea leaves.

"What's his last name?"

"So you can run a background check on him?" I snorted. "No, I'm not telling you. I don't want to know anything about him."

"I wasn't going to do that?" He spoke defensively. "I just wanted to know my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's name."

I chuckled. "I'm never telling you."

"I'm going to find out." He spoke.

"Why?" I asked turning off the stove. I carefully poured the hot water inside the teapot, making sure the strainer with the tea leaves was fully immersed. "I don't want anything to do with him. I don't love him anymore. I don't care for him anymore. He's never going to be an issue between us."

"Was Gail...ever going to be an issue?" Erasmo asked seriously.

"Gail had potential." I stated.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He whispered. "GAIL?!"

I laughed. "Okay, you know what? Gail had charm. If he wasn't married with kids, he was potential husband material."

"HUSBAND MATERIAL?" He screeched in disbelief.

I laughed.

Erasmo sighed and leaned back in the couch, shaking his head. "Fucking Gail man...." He chewed on his bottom lip. "I'm telling his wife." He stated.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a kid. Leave him alone."

"You leave him alone." He replied.

I laughed. "I honestly don't understand the animosity." I admitted. "Like I'm not even talking to Gail anymore, at all. I texted him that he was a liar and a cheat, and he said so was I and you know that's done...I didn't even bother to clarify anything." I carefully poured our tea. "But I literally fucked him one time and you just cannot get over that. What is wrong with you?"

Erasmo huffed and crossed his arms. "He lied to you to fuck you."

"Guys do that all the time." I stated. "I'm not excusing it, but it's so common it's sickening."

"I haven't lied to you." He spoke up.

I smirked and tilted my head. "You haven't' lied to me?"

"NO." Erasmo shrugged.

"You don't lie?" I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I do...I lie all the fucking time, but I haven't lied to you."

"Yet." I finished for him. "You haven't lied to me yet."

"Okay, well you've lied to me." Erasmo shrugged and threw his hands up. "So there."

"I haven't lied to you." I yelled.

"You lie to me all the time."

I laughed in disbelief. "When have I lied to you?"

Erasmo stood up from the couch. "When have you lied to me?" He asked exaggeratingly.

"Yes." I nodded.

He made his way to the kitchen. "You lie every time you try to deny that you're head over heels in love with me."

I gasped, my arms crossed over my chest. "Wow narcistic much?" I shook my head. "I'm not head over heels in love with you."

"Yes, you are." He nodded, closing the gap between us as he got closer.

"No, I'm not."

"You love me."

"I don't love you." I put my arms out. "We've only known each other for what...3 months?" I shrieked. "We've been dating for basically a week."

"You love me." He whispered, stepping into my personal bubble.

"You're delusional." I whispered to him as I shook my head.

"I meant it." He whispered softly. "I meant what I said originally."

My lips parted as my heart resumed racing once more.

"I love you." His voice was soft but confident. Spoken without hesitation.

I shook my head. "Erasmo..."

He cut me off with his mouth. Kissing me tenderly like he'd done on the couch. "I love you." He repeated.

I pushed back on his shoulders, feeling my being unstable, as if I was having an out of body experience. "Stop it." I whispered.

He licked his bottom lip but stopped his head from bending to kiss me again. We stared at each other for maybe just a few seconds that seemed like eternity.

"It's too fast." I whispered; my body felt extra sensitive to his nearness.

"I love fast." He replied softly.

I shook my head. "It's too fast." I repeated as I lowered my hand from his shoulder to his chest. I could feel his own heart beating just as quickly as mine. Lifting my eyes, I held his gaze once more. "Slow down."

To my surprise, Erasmo nodded almost shyly. He swallowed hard and exhaled. "Okay."

"Okay?"

He nodded again. "Okay...."

I carefully lowered my hand off his chest and exhaled loudly. "You are something else."

The tall handsome guy dropped his gaze to the floor. "Fuck..." He whispered.

"What's wrong?"

He took a step back and chuckled lightly. I watched as he pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes and groaned.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

"No, you're right." He dropped his hand. "You're right. This is different. This is supposed to be different." He took another step back and sighed heavily. "I'm supposed to be different with you."

I frowned. "What is that supposed to mean."

He gripped the counter. "It's hard to break a bad habit." He whispered, finally meeting my gaze.

Jesus, this was a tough emotional moment but I was getting horny, watching him be vulnerable. Control yourself bitch. Act like an adult and not a horny teen. I nodded and took a deep breath. "That it is...it is hard."

We stared at each other for about three seconds until he rushed back into my personal space. As soon as his mouth crashed against mine, my arms had already wrapped around his neck. Our mouths hungrily grasping, bodies clinging on one another as he moved me back. My back crashing against the wall as he deepened the kiss. Trapping my body against the wall as he rubbed against me, his hands on either side of my head.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling the immediate reaction of my body. When I say it took absolutely everything in me to cup his chin and pull back from the kiss. It seriously did. But I managed, even though his thigh rested between my legs. Even though my pussy was throbbing. Both our breathing heavy as we stared at each other.

I shook my head. I wanted to tell him we needed to stop. That we couldn't just end our conversation there. There was so much to unpack after what he'd just said.....but I'd never been a saint.

I wrapped my arm around his neck and dropped my head. Closing my eyes as I kissed him again.

He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. His mouth moving sensually against mine as he walked us back and pressed himself even more against my persons. I felt his abs through his shirt, the muscles on his thighs, the hardness of his arousal against my belly.

Erasmo's hand immediately cupped between my thighs. Applying slow confident strokes as his mouth worked against mine.

God, I loved the way he touched me.

Moaning into my mouth, he pulled back slightly and looked down, slipping his hand into my pajama shorts before kissing me again.

I parted my legs and moved against his hand eagerly. "I want you." I whispered.

To mys surprise, Erasmo pulled back abruptly to stare at me. He bit down on his bottom lip without saying a word as he applied more pressure to his ministration between my legs. "You're not ready yet." He whispered.

I groaned and closed my eyes. What the fuck was wrong with my body. Like my mind was full alert, I wanted him to fuck me hard and now. But why was my pussy dry? I should be drenched right now.

When I felt Erasmo pull back, I clamped his hand between my thighs. "No...." I protested softly. "I want it...."

His face turned into a slow smile as he kissed the tip of my nose and pulled his hand back. I watched as Erasmo lowered himself to the floor and pulled down my pajama pants. Meanwhile holding eye contact with me the entire time.

Without rush, he slowly had me step out of the pants before his mouth found it's way between my thighs. My legs parted, his tongue out, he sucked on me with a purpose.

I moaned as I leaned against the wall, holding his head in place. My eyes, half closed, drifted down to him gripping himself through his pants with one hand as he held my thigh with the other. Something about seeing him get off on pleasing me, sent about an intense bolt of pleasure in which I groaned loudly, unable to hold back.

Erasmo looked up and met my eyes. Green eyes, dark with lust as he laid his tongue flat. He slowly kissed his way back up my body and pressed his warm wet lips against mine. His hand slipped between my legs.

The wetness met this time, was from more than his tongue. I could feel that I was much slicker then before and only getting more. His groan of approval as he slipped two fingers inside me, caused me to tighten my grip on his arm.

He kissed me over and over again as he finger fucked me. The wet noise filling my kitchen space. Unable to take it anymore, I reached for his pants. One hand fumbling to undo his belt, unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. The other hand, digging into his hair, holding his kiss in place as he sucked on my tongue.

"Fuck me." I pleaded as I wrapped my hand around his erection and jerked hm off. "Please."

Erasmo groaned and deepened the kiss. His thumb rubbing my clit. He finally pulled his head back, his breathing labored. "You're not as wet as usual." He whispered.

I groaned in frustration and dropped my head on his chest. "I'm so horny though." I protested. "What the fuck is wrong with my body."

To my surprise, Erasmo chuckled softly and removed his hand from between my legs, to wrap his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head. "More time for foreplay..." He whispered mischievously as he slid his hands down to grab my ass-cheeks purposefully.

I lifted my head with a pout. "It's cause I'm old." I whined.

He shook his head and grinned. "We just need lube." He whispered. Pressing his forehead against mine. "Get you nice and wet and ready..." He squeezed my ass as he jerked into my hand. "I may...or may not have brought somethings back from the conference to review with you."

My eyes widened. "Oh...yeah...I rememeber." I grinned mischeviously. "Your butt plug." I continued jerking him off. "That was hot."

"Yeah?" He arched an eyebrow. "You liked that?"

I nodded and grinned, feeling wetness slipping down my thigh.

"Would you like to give it a try?" he whispered, his lips parting slightly as he slowly slid his middle finger in between my ass crack. "I got two."

"I've never put anything up my ass." I admitted softly as I squeezed on his dick and rubbed the head.

He moaned in appreciation, his eyes closing briefly before he focused back on me. "Really?"

I nodded.

His face broke out into a slow smile. "......really....."

I laughed. "Why are you saying it like that?"

"This nice ass..." He slapped my butt. "And you're saying...I'll be the first to fuck it?"

I cocked my head to the side. "Uhm...did I say that?" I teased.

Erasmo dropped his lips to my ear. "I'll let you fuck mine, if you let me fuck yours." he whispered.

GAHTDAMN!

I moved my head and captured his mouth. Kissing him eagerly as I almost jumped on him. Thighs parted, I directed his dick inside my drenching entrance.

Erasmo moaned and gripped my thighs to lift me slightly. I held on to his shoulders to kind of jump up as he entered me and pressed me against the wall.

My arms wrapped around him tight as he fucked me hard. Our mouths devouring the other, the sounds of our sex filling my kitchen.

I threw my head back and gasped. So good. So fucking good.

He sucked on my neck and rolled his hips.

I dug my fingers into his shoulder and hugged him. His head against my chest as I rested my chin on the top of his head. "Erasmo..."

"Yes." He moaned, his thrusting picking up the pace.

"You're right...this is nice." I closed my eyes and gasped. "Us...."

He licked my neck and panted against it.

"Teach me everything." I whispered. "Especially how to fuck you."

Erasmo gasped out loud as he slammed himself into me. He brought his hand up against the wall for support as he pounded into me quickly. Laying his head in the croak of my neck, eyes closed, he panted loudly. Erasmo brought one hand down to press my ass down, enabling him to dig his dick deeper.

My eyes widened in surprise as a mischievous smile crept on my lips.

He was going to cum.

Sure enough he moaned loudly and dropped his arms to my hips, holding me in place as he jerked several times before calming down. Pressing his face against the crook of my neck.

"Fuck." He whispered after a couple seconds and pulled back. He looked up at me sheepishly but I grinned like the chesire cat.

Lifting his hand, he grabbed my face and kissed me thoroughly. He kissed his way down my neck and released his hold from my ass. Unhooking my legs from around his waist, he carefully placed my feet back on the ground. His dick semi erect slid out of me, his tip dripping a bit of his release. Erasmo continued kissing me down until he was on his knees before me. He grabbed my thighs and immediately buried his head between them. Slurping and licking me up purposefully.

My stomach contracted as a wave of pleasure passed over me. I pressed myself against the wall and closed my eyes. Enjoying the wetness of his tongue, the intrusion of his fingers, the pull of his lips on my lady bits.

I gasped and gripped his hair as I rolled my hips. Erasmo brought his hands up and to the back as he spread my ass cheek.

I grinded against his face harder. There, right there... I felt his ring finger, rubbing around my puckered hole. My ass seemingly pulsating as it contracted and released at his touch. His finger slid my wetness from the front to the back as he continued to eat me out.

My mouth opened wide as his middle finger slowly penetrated me. This feels.....he started to move the finger as if rubbing something. I moaned loudly as I rocked my hips. This sensation....he twirled his tongue against my clit as his finger slowly moved in and out of my asshole.

Feeling myself about to be overcome with pleasure, I opened my eyes.

I looked down at his head buried between my thighs. I could see my wetness glistening down his chin and neck. But it was his once more fully erected dick sticking out of his pants with the tip dripping that pushed me over the edge.

I cried out as I squeezed his head between my thighs, rocking rapidly as the orgasm overtook me. I shuddered as I tried to bit down on my bottom lip. My eyes halfway closed on it's own.

Erasmo shot up and rammed back inside me allowing me to cum on his dick as it pulsated inside me. He kissed my neck and fucked me harder. My eyes rolled back as my body weakened. His finger still in my ass, his dick in my pussy, another wave of pleasure passed through me.

Wither he came first, or he came last, I knew now he was going to ensure that I was thoroughly fucked.

**

"Ms. Campbell, you're late."

I groaned inwardly as I saw who was at my door.

Fuck. I had hoped to somehow sink in.

"Good morning Mr. Torres, sorry, traffic was very bad." No, it wasn't, I was late because Erasmo's morning wood had looked way too tempting to pass. "I did tell Ms. Williams that I would be running 10 minutes behind schedule."

He arched an eyebrow at me. "Did that schedule happen to include our 9:00 review meeting?"

Fuck, I forgot. I bit down on my bottom lip. "Oh, I do apologize Mr. Torres, are you free now?" I asked walking up and opening my door. "I could make it very brief. Again, I do apologize, it won't happen again."

Mr. Torres cleared his throat and fixed his black tie. He looked immaculate in his grey suit. A very handsome man indeed but a no shit boss for real. You could tell he knew what he was doing and needed everybody else to know what they were doing.

I opened the door and stepped to the side to let him enter.

"You have 10 minutes Ms. Campbell." He replied stepping in.

I sighed and straightened my back. Here we go.