Chapter 8: Dismissed!
I turned reluctantly to my husband and his woman. She was really beautiful; olive skin, big breasts, a voluptuous shape. But again, no muscle. Somehow, I saw her as an eyesore. My lips curled, attempting to display a sneer. I struggled to look as approachable as possible, but by the great creator! this thing was not an easy feat. After all, this man looked like someone had carved him from only the best sculpting material: polymer clay. This man was my husband, and beside him... Ah.. this woman was a bit close to said husband. Even if we were separated, he was again my husband, mine. All of that though was in my head while my face was pleasantly thankful, not even once cracking, even if the urge was demanding that it did. Nothing that I was thinking betrayed those negative thoughts.
Let me be honest here; the thing hurt my facial muscles; it was so much effort to look pleasant, ugh.
"Hello everyone," I said, my voice just loud enough for them to hear.
"This is my personal secretary, Satrya Bennett," my boss introduced me. His voice was like smooth whisky; it was always pleasant to hear; in fact, I could listen to him for hours.
My sister was not a full c*nt; she at least kept her name and instead had her husband change his to her own.
I nodded to everyone, showing my straight white teeth in a smile. I hoped I didn't look like a shark smile or whatever. Nah, I bet I looked normal.
My husband was watching me. He probably still believed I'd return to his c*nt a*s, not for f*ck!
Still, I have to grudgingly praise him; he was tall, in shape, and not just in shape. The man had extremely defined muscles. I'd know all of this personally and in detail. Why? Simple, it's because he worked out seven days a week as well. He tempted me by sending selfies.
Who would think that this man with a face as if carved from granite but beyond handsome—more like drop-dead panty-melting gorgeous—sent selfies.
Each and every one was saved and used for masturbation practice, but so what! Even if he also had a nice d*c*, but he stuck it in whichever other c*nt except mine, he was dismissed!
The only way I'd want him is if he went on his knees and ate my c*nt from the back. Then he ate it from the front while I tugged on his beautiful blond head as his perfect set of blue eyes looked up at me and he lifted... yes, lifted, ah.
The conversation went on around me, and I heard my husband call my name. I wanted to ignore him, but alas, I could not. No one knew we were married. My sister was one of those women who did not feel good with public display.
What a total dumba*s! If it were me, I'd mark my territory and claim ownership.
"You look beautiful, Satrya," he whispered. No my panties are not mostly soaked right now.
I spared him a glance, hiding the disgusted look on my face while his side chick eyed me, jealousy clearly written across her face.
I wondered, should I jump kick her? Or choke slam her?
Nah, it would be a pain to explain things after, and it'd only make me look petty as f*ck.
"I know,"
I said then made my excuses soon after going to the bathroom. It was lovely, smelling of vanilla, painted in silver and orange, my favored colors. The clinch happened; I was close to bursting out laughing.
His woman entered. Before she spoke, I stepped to her and sneered.
"Shut the f*ck up! Don't even bother opening that flap of yours to threaten me! He's on loan, he's mine legally... when I want him back I will take him. Nothing you can do when that happens but stay humble and step back, so don't even think of uttering a f*cking word. Now, if you excuse me."
I said, shoving her to the side and stepping out of the bathroom. I should have ripped the ring off her finger too, ugh. The female that was with Mr. Gorgeous looked out of breath; her eyes were wide; he better not have gifted that to her either.
Did he tell her? My hands moved on their own; I snatched her and slammed her into a column. Immediately, the whites of her eyes were bared; she didn't fight, just went stiff. My interest in her disappeared immediately when I thought a little more about it.
It didn't matter anymore; I released her, shrugging at the small dent left by her... Ah; it was not made by me, and walked away.
When I returned outside, I looked around for my husband and boss. They were standing off to the side.
"... She is a good worker; everything is always in order, her food is to die for—"
"Satrya can cook?" my cunt husband cut in, explicit shock in his voice.
"Of course she can! I've been eating her food for the past three months. I had a bad stomachache a while ago, and she gave me a soup she had made in the company kitchen. A few minutes later, after eating, I was good as new,"
My boss was laying it on thick! Wow! This here I can't deal with, yeah, it is best to ah... Yeah, I'll escape before my husband draws me in and I have an inner battle between stripping him and riding him like a bull or giving him an elbow drop in his solar plexus. Discreetly, I changed direction, went to the side, took a glass of water from a passing server, and scanned the crowd. The night will be long. Ah, my beef. I was getting hungry and antsy. Snatching up a few finger foods, I scarfed them down without seeming so obviously hungry, dabbing my lips.
A decent scent I recognized, but could not eat sadly entered my nose, soon after the voice.
If my husband had a voice like whiskey, maybe I should then; this male was simply one step below—not as raspy, not as husky, but similar nonetheless, you know.
"You have moved, hard to locate the female who made me a servant and one I am unable to serve,"
I tilted my head to the side and looked at him. The female was near him, eyes wide. "You fixed my car, you stayed gone, I can revoke my claim on you; I see no need for—"
"No, you want to toss an alpha aside like garbage."
"You keep saying alpha this, alpha that, alpha of what?" His eyes slanted, but I snapped when he didn't reply.
"Answer me!"
"Wolf, I am alpha of a small but powerful pack,"
He replied quickly, silver eyes narrowing; I nodded, then looked at the woman at his side; I thought again about how beautiful she looked, then asked out of curiosity.
"That female, she is a part of your pack?"
"Yes, she knows your scent. It clings to me no matter how much I shower or shift,"
"I am glad my scent is on you; I like it. If I had my way, I'd have f*cked you that day, sit on your face as you lap at my c*nt, then scream as you plough into me like a male possessed," I may have sounded lewd, but it was the truth.
He made a strangling sound; I patted his chest and slipped past the female, pausing to look at her closer before releasing a sneeze at the scent coming from her. I didn't like it.
In a smooth motion, I dragged her to me and rubbed gently against her. When she relaxed, the stench disappeared. Good, I thought, then smiled at the woman I had rubbed gently against, releasing her.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone