Chapter 211: Grace’s Grievance
"Bye!"
With a goodbye wave from Carolina, Miles got inside the car. Aaliyah stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating past the automatic gates and leaving the Armon mansion behind.
During the drive, neither Miles nor Aaliyah exchanged words, as if they had both agreed not to talk or think about it. Or at least, that was what Miles thought, while Aaliyah secretly mulled over how she had given herself to Miles like a subservient bitch. The scene of him pounding her with such force that her insides shook and her hip joints cracked replayed in her mind, making her sore, aching pussy moisten as she instinctively tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
Subtly controlling her breathing, her thoughts delved deeper.
’But... he’s just a high school kid. How? At least on the surface, the way he acts and his thing. His thing.’
Her thoughts slowed, repeating the term ’his thing’ in a doubtful, surreal tone.
Playing the racial genetic card, she couldn’t understand how Miles, a white kid, could have such an anomaly for a dick. After all, it was called a BBC for a reason, not a BWC.
At this moment, pieceing together the suspicious rumors at the spa—since Miles always checked in with Grace before they would both leave and come back together—and adding the fact that she had just seen Miles in action and heard his casual way of talking to Grace, Aaliyah made a bold, undeniable confirmation.
’So Grace is also taking his cock? He’s fucking his boss... they’ve been fucking?’
Despite knowing that her thoughts were most likely true, Aaliyah found it hard to believe. Unlike the rest of the employees, she knew Grace on a personal level, including the fact that she was incredibly proud, cold, distant, and looked down on those she considered beneath her. She was a prime example of a self-disciplined boss bitch and a symbol of women’s empowerment, bearing a striking resemblance to Marilyn from the series All the Queen’s Men.
But what Aaliyah didn’t know was that this personality had been brutally broken by Silas. After all, Grace wasn’t actually the protagonist, and it was only after Miles’ arrival in her life that she finally regained her peace and sanity. He had even helped a great deal by sending Silas to a psychiatric hospital.
Right now, Grace belonged solely to Miles in every way possible, despite the fact that she was also his partner and boss.
The drive proceeded smoothly, and they finally arrived at their destination.
Getting out of the car, Miles picked up the woven basket and helped Aaliyah carry it, knowing her current situation. As for how she would explain her state to her coworkers and anyone else who asked, Miles didn’t comment, since every human was born with the basic ability to lie.
"See you inside."
With those final words, he left her staring at his back as he walked into the spa. The receptionist was at her post as usual, shifting her gaze toward him the moment he walked in, before turning away as if she wanted to roll her eyes.
’What the fuck?’
Bewildered by this reaction, Miles walked straight toward Grace’s office. Without knocking, he turned the doorknob, opened the door, and saw her behind her desk, flying her fingers across the keyboard as usual.
Just then, drawn by his presence, Grace sharply raised her head, cutting off her attention from the computer screen.
Miles said nothing. He dropped the basket on her desk and collapsed into the chair with an exaggerated exhale, as if vexed about being given too much work.
Grace stared, silently studying his expression before speaking.
"You’re back." She leaned back in her chair, suddenly breaking her posture and relaxing at his presence.
"Yup, it sure looks like it," Miles replied, letting out an exhausted sigh as he stared at the office ceiling.
"You look tired, quite unusual for you. Was the service that much of a workload?"
Saying this, Grace leisurely stood up from her seat and took measured steps forward, rounding the corner of the desk twice until she stood before him.
"Yeah, kind of went crazy, and now none of them can walk properly." Amused, he spoke while casting his gaze over every detail of her appearance with a smirk.
"Oh... really?"
Grace traced her fingers along the edge of the desk as she walked, then stopped and stepped past him.
"Let me guess. You fucked Aaliyah alongside Carolina and her daughter?"
Click!
A distinct clicking sound echoed through the office, followed by the soft extraction of the key.
Silence reigned for a moment as Miles felt her gaze locked on him from behind.
"Yeah. That’s how it went down, at least before I splattered cum all over them and knocked myself out of commission."
Turning 180 degrees, he was about to explain his current predicament to Grace when she crossed her index finger over her lips in a quiet ’hush’ gesture.
Clatter!
The key that had been extracted from the door clattered as it dropped to the floor.
Grace’s chest rose and fell noticeably as she tried to control herself from losing it. The next moment, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and hastily began to pull it up, revealing her slim abdomen, her belly button, and her two medium-sized tits caged in a tight purple bra.
Suddenly her tone switched, oozing with lust and a sense of neglect similar to a wife whose husband didn’t want to touch her.
"Missing my calls. Canceling appointments. No check-ins."
Grace recounted every grievance she had accumulated since last week as she walked toward him.
"Don’t you want me anymore? Didn’t you say I was yours? Or don’t I have needs too?" She reached her hand toward his neck, choking him lightly as she seductively sat on his thighs with her legs draped over the armrest, staring into his eyes with longing and lust.
"I need you. I want you."
Whispering these words into his ear, she let go of his neck and grabbed his hands. She placed one on her ass and the other on her boobs, helping him cup them with a smile.
"What do you have to say?"
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