The good girl

He sat me down on the bed and removed his clothes, leaving him fully nude. I couldn't stop looking at his small soldier, the one that stirs up emotions inside me. His hand explored my body as he kissed me with great passion. His lips moved from my mouth to my breasts, where they began to suckle. I groaned while he kept touching my body. He kissed me until reaching my vagina and performed oral sex on me. "Ah, yes, exactly there, ugh, ah, ah," I was ecstatic as I couldn't control myself and reached orgasm.

He placed himself in the space between my legs and penetrated me. I adore all of him while he kept thrusting into me nonstop. With each push, I experienced a greater sense of vitality. His lips remained on mine while capturing my moans. We arrived simultaneously, panting heavily. "Ah, hm, you're such a good girl," he murmured as he planted a kiss on my lips.

The week passed smoothly, the rumors in the office quieted down. There has never been any gossip about me. It seemed as if none of it had actually occurred. Silas has never mentioned dating, so I had to keep some distance as Lyon doesn't want me to get too close, and he seemed to pick up on it. I had to figure out a way to make the rumors about me being with men go away, and I didn't want to start more rumors, which he believed. I am grateful to my lucky stars for that one.

Occasionally, I'd visit his penthouse throughout the week. After our amazing lovemaking session, he rang up a jeweler and purchased some costly jewelry for me. Lyon Enterprise's anniversary is approaching. He helped me get dressed despite my insistence not to do so. He instead stated, "We cannot have you appearing simply average, Alicia." "You will be the most stunning lady at the event because you belong to me." Whenever he refers to me as his own, I constantly experience a feeling of happiness flowing within me. I really enjoy that word. I've noticed recently that he is very possessive of me. He only displays it occasionally, such as when the jewelry store assistant came near me to discuss their collections. Lyon was not fond of it; the glare he directed at the man was intimidating. The unfortunate man had to apologize. I sympathized with him.

Friday arrived, and immediately after finishing work, I caught a flight to North Carolina where my grandparents reside. I brought them joy, and they felt joyful too. My grandmother was unable to stop embracing me. Oh, I have missed you so much, my angel. Have you become even more beautiful since the last time I saw you? I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Didn't anticipate me being unchanged from when you last saw me, did you?" I joked around. "tch, tch, tch You truly appear as a genuine woman at this point. If I saw you walking down the street, I wouldn't have been able to recognize you". I don't even recognize myself anymore, so I understand why she doesn't either.

My grandfather shared the same thoughts as my grandmother. He couldn't tear his eyes away from me, constantly commenting on how much I've matured. I also love this very much, the individuals whom I initially believed to be my parents, but I am grateful to have Adrian, Margaret, and the children as my family. I adore every single one of them. I need to unwind now. I have been working tirelessly and engaging in constant sexual activity with Lyon. I am in great need of this rest.

I slept in until 10 am on Saturday morning to demonstrate my exhaustion. Breakfast had already been prepared by my grandmother. Upon descending the stairs, I noticed a wide grin on her face which caused me to smile as well. I approached her and embraced her. Oh, how I longed for the fragrance of her presence. I would have visited earlier. "Grandma, good morning," I said. She gave me a friendly tap on the back. "Morning Alicia, looks like you had a good night's rest," I responded with a nod. "She slept incredibly well," I giggled. That man is my grandfather. His face displays a sense of pride. I approached him and said hello. Additionally, my grandmother brought me my breakfast and I began to eat. I didn't realize how famished I was until I tasted my grandmother's delicious cooking, which is unparalleled. They already ate, so they simply observed me while I ate. "This brings back memories of when you were a small child". My grandpa is hilarious, " you would eat as much as an elephant" . I laughed" please grandpa, I don't want to choke on my meal, jeez".

It was afternoon, and my grandfather had headed to his Saturday book club. He always does this. He enjoys reading very much. I last talked to Lyon last night. He couldn't stop expressing his desire to embrace me. The man may be unaware, or he may be aware, that he is a romantic.

"Any updates in your life, Alicia?" inquired my grandmother. "I'm doing well, work and everything is going smoothly," I responded. I make an effort not to bring up the fact that I am dating Adrian's friend, who also happens to be my CEO, but then she inquired, "So, you're not seeing anyone?" Oh no, she inquired again. I dislike deceiving my grandmother. "Yeah, there is one, but it's a secret," I replied. she was a bit puzzled, "What do you mean when you say it's a secret?" I gulped nervously, hoping not to frighten her. I wasn't planning on informing her that it was primarily a sexual connection. "Grandma, it's a secret because he's Adrian's buddy, and I'm unsure how my dad would react if he finds out I'm in a relationship with his friend and my boss," I confessed. My grandmother remained silent for a couple of moments, contemplating my words before she eventually responded. "Are you in a relationship with your employer? He is also a friend of your father. You are in a relationship with Lyon, Alicia. Everyone is aware of his poor reputation with women. What is the reason for dating him? Why exactly?" The main reason why I kept my relationship with Lyon a secret is because I didn't want anyone to find out. I'm glad I didn't specify that it was solely for sexual use. Her blood pressure would have skyrocketed. "Yes, grandma, I am aware that he has had previous relationships with other women, but he genuinely cares about me. He is a kind person, and also, I am a grown-up. "I believe I have a clear idea of what I desire," I argued. Her expression towards me is not one of a grandmother filled with pride, but rather one that conveys 'I no longer recognize who you have become.' I absolutely loathed it. "He continues to behave the same way, using women. I've seen him with many girls in magazines. He's not a good partner, unless you don't plan to marry him," she remarked. Marriage isn't on my mind right now, and I know Lyon isn't thinking about it either. "No, I'm not dating him with marriage in mind. Maybe I'm just dating him for the experience. You shouldn't worry, grandma, I know what I'm doing," I assured her. She nodded in acknowledgment, though not fully accepting my decision. "If that's what you want, I won't intervene. Just make sure you know what you're getting into," she warned. I understand why she's concerned. "Thanks, grandma, but please don't tell Adrian," I begged. "I won't, but when you're done with him, make sure you end things before he does," she advised with a laugh. This is why I trust her with my deepest secrets. "I promise, I won't let him break my heart."