When I got home, at my door I was surprised to see Richard standing with a bouquet of roses, fresh roses in hand. The sight before me just made my mood sour . Why did I keep bumping into chauvinists who feel only they have the right to dictate how a relationship should go?

I ignored Richard and took out my house keys to open my doors but Richard suddenly went down on his knees and started begging. “Babe… my love, just give me one more chance. I know I fucked up big time but I cross my heart it will never happen again.”

I sighed and gently massaged the crease that had formed on my forehead. I sincerely believe in giving people second chances but it was a different game entirely when it comes to my heart being involved.

I couldn’t afford to take Richard back , because I believe that he is bound to cheat again, perhaps his excuses this time around would be, it’s just mental.

I had a lot going through my head right now, and I couldn’t afford adding Richard to it. I quickly thought of a nice way to get rid of him, and an idea quickly popped into my mind.

I managed to smile at him and I said politely. “Get up Richard.”

He refused saying that he wouldn’t get up until I forgive him, so I bent slightly and helped him up, I tried my best to sound patient and calm, I said “I was really hurt by what you did, but I’m still struggling get over it, so I need you to give me some time. I need time Richard, just to figure things out. Look, I assure you, when I'm a little better, we will talk things out, I promise.”

He seemed to absorb what I said and he nodded gently, “take all the time , my love but just know…. Just remember that I’m waiting for you.” He opened his arms for a hug, so just reluctantly hugged him back.

Obligated him. Like a leper, he quickly pushed his luck, pressed a kiss on my cheek . I slowly swallowed in disgust, as he finally worked away to where he parked his car. I sighed in relief.

I opened my door and went in. I headed straight to where my laptop was kept. I quickly checked my mail but there was no response from any of the companies I had applied to work for, before the agency. I sighed, I decided to take a bold step since it was not yet late.

I was going to visit each of the companies one after the other to give them a thousand reasons why I should be hired.

MICHAEL’S POV.

I stared at the departing figure of Sandra, while my whole body was seething in rage . This slut had the gut to lay hands on me. Something no one, no woman has ever dared to try. Just because she thinks she is beautiful and sexy, did she think she is worthy of me? I had given her the opportunity so many women could dream of, yet she placed herself on a pedestal and gave me a lecture.

“Sandra Nathan, I take this as a challenge. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get you in my bed. Every woman has a price and I just have to find out what yours is . Just you wait, once I’ve used you to my satisfaction. I will show you your place in this world.”

I suddenly had so much pent up anger all thanks to Sandra. I wasn’t in a good mood, so I changed my mind from going to the office. So I called one of my workers.

“James, send an escort to my house, preferably a masochist. And remember, I love them because they are beautiful and sexy.”

James promised that he would arrive in less than an hour, and that was best for me. James was very competent and reliable that’s why he was hired in the first place, and he served his purpose.

After the call with James, I called my personal assistant, Mr. Baron. “Mr. Baron, I would love to know everything about Sandra Nathan, and I need the information before the day turns dark.”

“Are you talking about our new secretary?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s her.” I replied to him. “I need all her information about her, anything that you can get, and forward it to my mail, as soon as possible.”

“Okay sir.” He acknowledged.

I ended the conversation. When I was done talking to Mr. Baron, I decided to take a shower and put on my casual clothes while waiting for my escort to arrive. Soon enough, I heard a knock and I opened, to my surprise I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful blonde woman, curvy figure, voluptuous chest, I quickly remembered Sandra, my anger came back.

“Are you the escort sent by James?” I asked.

She nodded and she had a sexy smile. I allowed her to come in and I locked my door, without giving her a chance to sit or have a drink. I quickly grabbed her, threw her on the couch. She smiled at me seductively, and began taking off her clothes.

I went into my room, and brought out my belt, and I told her to position her ass cheek while she knelt down on the couch. I whipped her, and she cried out of pleasure not pain, after that I felt a lot better, though it had already turned red but I couldn’t care less.

I made her take my d**k in her mouth by pulling her hair once more while tapping her cheek’s occasionally when she tried to catch her breath. I did it continuously until I found my release and smeared my semen all over her face.

In her current state, she looked so ugly to me . I knew James had already paid her well on behalf of me but I still offered her money because I found her quite disgusting.

I threw some bundles of dollars on her body and said “if you can get out of my house right now , this instant, that money will be yours.”

She quickly took the money and her clothes and ran out of my house still trying to wipe my semen off her face while trying to put on her bra. I sighed in contentment and said to myself. “Sandra Nathan, this will be your fate, and it’ll be worse.”

My phone suddenly rang and when I picked it up, it was Mr. Baron. He informed me that all the information that I needed about Sandra Nathan was sent to my mailbox.

“That was quite fast.” I said, promising him a raise. I quickly ended the call and went straight to my mailbox, and opened the mail and read about Sandra Nathan. She was twenty four years old and blonde. Her parents died in a car crash twelve years ago and she had a fifteen year old sister, who was hospitalized for appendix.

She was a scholarship student in college and had worked some many part time jobs , and owes a lot of debts. She had a wealthy boyfriend but currently they were on the verge of breaking up and she lived alone.

Interesting, I thought. So she had a wealthy boyfriend, huh. Since she chose a wealthy guy to be her boyfriend, she must be materialistic just like every woman out there.

“I would shower her with so much luxury that she would be the one begging me to take her to my bed”.