Chapter 5 : Chloe's Pov

"Chloe you are drunk, we need to start going home, let me drop you off." Mr. Williams told me, as he stood up from his chair coming towards me.

"Leave me…" I said, while drunk

Mr. Williams lifted me up from where I was sitting, and I fell on his chest hugging him closely. My boss was also drunk but he was conscious a little bit and aware of his environment.

"I don't want to go home," I said while hugging him.

"Chloe, comport yourself we are in public. You don't want to go home?  where do you want to go? I'm a married man and I can't take you to my house, Layla won't take it easy at all." Mr. Williams said, removing my hand from his neck.

Take...me.. somewhere…take me somewhere else please."

Mr. Williams tried to convince me to go home, but I insisted. He then took me to a nearby hotel where the unexpected happened.

As we got to the hotel room, I vomited on my clothes which made Mr. Williams change my clothes.

"Touch me please…" I was naked while telling Mr. Williams

"Chloe! Stop! You are naked and I'm a married man." He said, pushing me back.

"Don't you love me? When last did you have an intimate moment with your wife, please I need you."

"Have you forgotten that you are my staff? Do you….." Mr. Williams said as I shut him up by kissing his lips.

"Stop it!" Mr. Williams removed his lips after a few minutes, I dragged him closer and kissed him deep again.

Soft music was being played, the lone voice singing a seraphic note, Mr. Williams followed the same pattern as the glove and the flogger — but this time with his mouth, kissing and sucking and worshiping every inch of my body. He teased each of my nipples until they were glistening with his saliva and standing at attention. . .

His tongue went down to my belly, around my navel, loving me. Tasting me. Venerating me. Moving down, through my pubic hair to her sweet, exposed clitoris that’s begging for the touch of his tongue. Around and around he swirls, drinking in my scent, drinking in my reaction, until he feels my tremble beneath him.   He drove his tongue inside me, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears.

I was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched me right, I made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered me with his tongue. He grabbed my hair, yanked, and pulled me closer as I told him to do.

He thrust one finger inside me, crooking it and hitting me in the spot that turned my moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. I shuddered against him, my legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw my hair was a wild tumble, and my face was glowing.”

We were caught up in emotions, forgetting what matters. After the sexual experience, we woke up the next day to see ourselves naked.

"What have I done? Why am I naked?" I asked Mr. Williams, waking up from the bed and back to consciousness.

"Please calm down, Chloe please relax." Mr. Williams told me.

"What do you mean sir? Where is this place?"

"You were drunk last night, you told me not to take you home so I took you to a nearby hotel. We are in the hotel." Mr. Williams said standing up.

"So sir, what happened? Hope nothing happened between us, Mr. Williams?"

"We...we..had sex Chloe," Mr. Williams said, turning his back to me.

"Sex!!!! How did that happen? Mr. Williams, why would you do such a thing? I'm your staff for crying out loud!!!"

"You asked for it, I resisted you but you made me do it, I'm sorry Chloe."

"Me? I was drunk!! You shouldn't have.."

"I'm sorry." He said walking towards me.

"Don't! Don't come near me, Mr. Williams." I said, wearing my clothes and walking out of the hotel room angry and disappointed at myself.

"Chloe! Chloe! Chloe!!!!"  Mr. Williams called me but I turned deaf ears.  

I ran out of the hotel room, thinking of what transpired between Mr. Williams and I. Fear gripped me as I thought about his wife Layla Robinson. My boss had described her as a very strict person.

"If she can be rude and mean to her husband, how much more me? She is going to tear me into pieces"

"What would my grandma do?  What will other staff members do? What have I put myself into?" I said as tears trickled down my face.

I entered a public bus going towards my house, I took a front seat beside the driver.

"You are driving slow!" A man shouted from the back.

"What do you mean? Should I increase my speed?"

"Whatever!" The man at the back shouted.

"Miss, am I going too fast?" The driver said, touching me with his other hand.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" I shouted as rage filled my voice.

"What's wrong? Why are you aggressive?" The driver asked me.

"Please just concentrate on the steering and mind your business!!"

The passengers murmured at the way I spoke to the driver, but I was angry so I didn't care.

When I finally got home, I didn't wait to talk with my grandma as usual, I went straight into my room locking the door. As I soliloquized about what transpired between Mr. Williams and me.  I couldn't explain what happened to my grandma and I had no one to express myself. They would misunderstand and scold me. So I hid the matter for weeks, out of shame and fear I stopped going to the office."

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A few weeks later, I started noticing some symptoms and I went to the doctor for checkups. Only for me to discover that I was pregnant for Mr. Williams, this was the beginning of Lost in Lust.

What would my boss's wife do? What will my grandma do? Those thoughts lingered in my mind.