Darlene woke quite uncomfortable. She had slept wrong. Opening her eyes after yawning and stretching like a cat it was to see a naked pale chest. Just to prove that last night wasn’t a very realistic wet dream.

She squinted her eyes staring at his pale chest, his red nipples a very huge contrast. They were flat now, but a few hours ago they weren’t. She wanted to touch them, but reality hit. She had fucked her ex-boss Nathan Cross. The man who she claimed was proud, boastful, disrespectful and arrogant…also a user of women.

Did she mind that now? He was asleep and yes she wanted to complain which...