My Possessive CEO

Maria Eduarda

Honestly, I don't know how I managed to get home. I enter silently so as not to wake my sister, and I end up moaning when I accidentally bump into the banister and grit my teeth to keep from screaming, only letting out a small groan of pain.

I go up the stairs, or rather, I go crawling, and at last I manage to reach my room. I close the door and don't turn on the light-I was afraid to see how hurt I was.

I'm walking very slowly, and every step I took was torture, and I was always leaning against the wall until I reached my little table, where I had a notebook and also some books.

I didn't always need to turn on the light in the room, since I had a lamp. As soon as I can reach it, I light it up and see my bruised fingers. I feel the tears already flowing. I open the diary I got from my sister and start writing. Even writing hurts. I start to cry softly.

"Dear Diary, Today was my 18th birthday!"

"I don't deserve to live."

"I was raped and drugged, and I decided I must die today!"

All I can write is this, and I leave the diary. I open the drawer, and there was a small pocketknife. I take it and head to the bathroom. When I get there, I turn on the lights. The tears come down more and more and I can't control it. I was embarrassed, in pain, angry.

My bruised face, my hair disheveled and my clothes torn. I was already aware of one thing: I wouldn't know how to live with this nightmare, and the only thing I had to do was kill myself, it was the only solution.

I bring the stiletto straight to my wrist and start to run the blade. I feel the sting of the cut and I can already see the blood coming out. I do the same thing on the other one, and before long I was falling to the floor. Just before doing so, I hear my sister scream:

"Forgive me..." I beg, and I finally feel death coming and I surrender to it in peace, knowing that nothing in the world would harm me.

Leon

The best way to end a night is to be with a cock inside a pussy. I hear the whore moan, and I feel none of the thrill that my friends say they feel when they are fucking, or rather, when they are making love to their wives. The emotion they talk about, they call love, and I don't know what that is!

- That cock is so tasty, Leon! - says the whore.

- I know it is! - I agree with her. I know very well that women desire my body. Ever since I was a teenager, I've known how to attract attention.

- Don't you want to fuck me? - she asks me, in a complaining voice. Of course I would fuck her. After all, a man like me knows how to fuck. I didn't even have to touch her to know that she was already aroused enough to put my cock inside her pussy.

- You are a little whore who is desperate for my cock, aren't you? - I ask, already knowing the answer.

I take my cock out of her mouth and turn her over, spreading her legs and putting her ass in the air. Without her waiting, I shove it all the way in, making her scream and moan.

- You want me to take my cock out, do you? - I tease her.

- No, I don't want to! - she says, moaning and shaking her ass, encouraging me to continue, and I don't do anything but go all the way in. I take out my cock and shove it in again, and continue to do so straight away. The bitch could scream like a bitch, and sometimes her screams made me almost stressed out.

My friends say that I will still find the great love of my life, and I just laugh at their faces, for me this love story, as I said, doesn't exist.

- Fuck me, Leon, harder! - she asks, and I give her what she wants. I pull her hair tight and fuck her harder and harder, making the bed shake.

Soon I hear her say that she's coming and I let her come first, and then I go right behind her. I am a son of a bitch, but I also know how to be generous. I pull my cock out of her and go to the bathroom, take the condom off and throw it in the trash. Before I leave, I wash my hands and get dressed. She looks at me in amazement.

- Are you leaving? - she asks me, and I hate it.

- You know I'm not sleeping with any woman! - I answer, thickly.

- And here I thought I was special to you!

- No, my dear, no woman is special to me! - is what I answer, and she doesn't need to say anything, her look says it all, her eyes are full of tears. She's in love with me.

- I love you, Leon!

I should have realized that when you fuck her once, twice, or more, she already thinks she has me tied down.

- I already told you when I started fucking you that we would be friends for benefits and there would be no love.

- Leon, I know that! - she says regretfully, sitting up in bed and making me look at her body. I knew it was beautiful.

- Then you know we shouldn't see each other anymore! - I say simply. I grab my watch and car key and head for the door. As I am leaving, I hear her calling me and turn around.

- One day you will regret the way you are treating me!

- I won't! - and I turn around again. When I am finally leaving that room, I hear her calling me again, crying, and I ask, already out of patience: "What do you still want, Laura?

- I swear to you, Leon, that I will make your life a living hell and that soon, soon you will be mine again.

- I never was and never will be yours, Laura, goodbye! - I say, and leave. When I arrive at the hotel reception, I leave the room rate and the next day's room rate, plus what she should eat, and I leave, never to return.

As soon as I reach the hotel lobby, the valet comes to meet me. I give him the car key, and before long he arrives. I thank him, give him a nice tip, and leave.

As I get into the car, I plug in my cell phone and turn on the radio to listen to the news. Soon I am home. I live in a luxury condominium. Before I even get to the gate, it is already open. I enter, stop and greet the security guards.

- Good evening, Mr. Vitorino.

- Good evening, Arthur. Everything in order here? - I turn off the radio and take my cell phone out of its holder.

- Thank God, everything is calm! - I let out a sigh of relief.

- How nice! - I thank him and say good night. Soon I'm on my way home. Finally I will have a good night's sleep. I've been having too many parties around here, sometimes I really wish I could move into an apartment.

I always think about it, and end up giving up. With relief I arrive in front of my garage. Just as I am about to enter the house, the door opens.

- Good evening, Sir! - greets me Mrs. Oliveira.

- Good evening, Olivia. Everything OK? - I give her my coat.

- Yes sir! - she looks at me.

- Is there a problem?

- Nothing, sir, I would like to know if you have already had dinner - she asks me, a little embarrassed.

- Not yet!

- Then I'll see to it.

- Thank you, Olivia, I'll be in my room.

- I'll call you in a moment, sir!

- Thank you, sir! - I thank you, and head for my room. When I get there, I take off my clothes and throw them in the hamper. I go to the shower. I turn it on and get in. Soon the hot water falls over my body, washing away all the sweat and smells that have remained from the sex that I

Leon

I was very stressed out, and the only person who could stand me was my secretary. I think she even deserves a bonus for putting up with me so much.

- What happened now, Mr. Vitorino? - she asks me, with a calmness that I envy.

- Problems, Vanessa, as always! - I say, wanting to reassure her. She was the only woman who didn't try to get me into bed or vice versa. I think she was immune to me. My cock never once lifted to her in greeting. I guess I really am getting old.

- So, today you received a call from Miss Munhoz," she says, and I groan quietly. This woman has really become a curse.

- What did she say?

- For you to call her," Vanessa shrugs, as if she thinks it's normal.

- I'll call you back! - but I wouldn't call that crazy woman for shit. She really delivered on her promise to make my life a living hell. Now the crazy woman said she thought I had knocked her up.

- Well, you have a Skype meeting with the chocolate suppliers in a few minutes - I hear Vanessa talking, and I'm thinking about how to get rid of Laura.

- Damn, I had forgotten about that," I comment, already stressed about it.

- But I didn't!

I smile.

- OK, what else do we have today? - I ask, wishing I were back in bed.

- I have already made arrangements with the caterer to have the New Year's Eve dinner.

- Really? - I look at her in amazement.

- Really, everything is organized for next week, the Christmas baskets and also the chocolate ones are being organized," she goes on about what I had for today and also what I had in advance. I was still in shock at her for taking care of what my old secretary would take weeks to do.

- My God, woman, if you were not my secretary I would marry you!

- No thanks," she jokes, and I laugh. I know Vanessa is dating a doctor.

- Wow, you hurt my heart! - I joke, winking.

- Uh... I know! - she laughs, and continues: - I'm not your type, and even if I was, I'm very happy with my boyfriend.

- Gee, you can't compete, can you," I joke again.

Vanessa was the only woman I liked who didn't want to spread her legs for me to fuck.

- Vanessa, how long have you been working for me?

- Um... - she looks pensive and then smiles: - It's been a year and a half, why?

- No reason, no! Just curious. So, are you bringing someone from your family?

- I'm trying to convince my sister to come!

- Really? I would really like to meet her.

- Let's see if she comes, she's kind of a recluse.

- Well, let me know and I'll have a basket made for her too.

- Oh, don't worry, Duda eats my chocolates," I laugh. - Well, I'll go to my desk, and you make the call right away, before your suppliers and directors get mad at you - she jokes again, and leaves me alone.

I open my Skype, and before long the directors show up and we start talking about my chocolate company. Thank God, I have great sales.

A few hours later.

I stretch out on the chair. I was all sore. I hadn't eaten anything, and before long Vanessa walks in with my lunch. My mouth fills with water.

- Vanessa, I need to marry you! - I joke again when I see that she has ordered white rice with chicken strogonoff and potato chips and an orange juice.

- I already said that I don't want to marry you," she replies, ironically, and leaves the food. I go back to the table and eat; God, that was good.

It doesn't take long and I'm done with the food and juice. I get up and go to the bathroom, where I have a case with my personal things.

I go back to my desk and continue working until the end of the workday. I am interrupted again when Vanessa comes in to tell me that she is leaving.

- I'm leaving too! - I warn her, and soon we say goodbye. I stay a little longer in the office. When I leave, instead of going after a "tail of skirt," I head home.

The company of which I am president was founded by my father, now retired. He always said that chocolate is more than an aphrodisiac, it is love, and when you love someone you give them chocolates. This is how he met my mother, by giving her chocolates as a present.

I arrive home soon and, as usual, Olivia has already prepared dinner. I go up to my room and take a long shower. As I am getting out of the shower, my cell phone rings. I notice it's my mother and answer it.

- Hi Mom, good night! - I greet her.

- Unnatural son! - she complains, and I laugh.

- Mom, for God's sake, I saw you on the weekend! - I reply, still laughing.

- Son, I miss you! - she says in a complaining tone.

- I love you too! - I answer, trying to imagine why she was calling me.

- My son, you need to get yourself a beautiful wife! - here she comes again with this story.

- Mom, you know I'll never get married! - I remind her, and think that I will never love anyone either.

- My son, listen to what I am going to tell you