Moans in the office

~Maya’s POV~

“Today, I believe you know, is Nathan’s birthday. Offer yourself to him and stop being a bitch. We will never forge an alliance with his family. You are 24, Maya. Today, you must create a baby with him. Maya, this is your final opportunity. I’m sick of you being such a terrified little cat around, Nathan. Nathan informed me that you had been refusing to consummate your engagement for some time.” My father yelled.

To begin with, I assumed Nathan was content to wait for our marriage to be consummated rather than engaged. What if, after I have slept with him, he decides that I am dull and no longer worthy of his love and attention? Has this man thought about that? What if he changes his mind after we consummate the engagement and call off the wedding?

“Dad, when did you and I start talking about my sex life? I’m not going to bed with Nathan!” I yelled back.

“Well, you can choose. Mr. Hendricks or Nathan.”

“What! Do you seriously want me to marry that old man, father? Are you so desperate for power that you’ll do everything to get it? I’m not going to marry that man, and I’m not going to sleep with anyone who isn’t married to me. That is the end of this discussion!” I yelled at him and went away.

I caught sight of Ivy’s sweeping sarcastic glance and grinned as my father informed me that if I did not sleep with Nathan today, I would marry Mr. Hendricks. My sister, on the other hand, would rather see me marry that old man than someone like Nathan.

“You can be sure that Mr. Hendricks will treat you well because he told me that before. You are unworthy of someone like Nathan. Dad just did you a favor. He is way too good for you.”

My father, on the other hand, intended to marry me off to Nathan for personal gain. He would never marry his precious Ivy to just any family. He desired to marry Ivy to a prominent man. They wanted her to marry Mr. Archer, and she agreed to do so. I have no idea who Mr. Archer is, nor does anyone else. Does he even exist? Furthermore, it is alleged that the man is extremely wealthy and egotistical. I was originally hesitant to respond to Ivy, but the notion of Mr. Archer, whose existence is unknown, invaded my head.

“Perhaps you should marry Mr. Hendricks because your father owes him money because Mr. Archer does not exist.” She stomped her feet and yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Daddy! She said she would marry Mr. Hendricks! “ She smiled as she glanced at me. Well, Ivy is the princess, and I am not. What do you call it? Well, whatever the hell anyone wishes to call me in this house,"

I retired to my room to ponder. Mr. Hendrick made it abundantly obvious that he desired a virgin. I disliked the way that man was looking at me. His gaze was fixed on my breast. Why would they marry me to a slothful, overweight man if I had not slept with Nathan? Nathan’s birthday is today. I’ve been engaged to Nathan for three years. We have never had sex, despite the fact that we were engaged for an extended period of time.

It was clear to me that he was getting tired of waiting. He told me that he would wait for me no matter how long it took. Trust me when I say that I love him because he knows who I am and supports my ambitions.

Three months after our engagement, I moved in with Nathan.

We were more like cats and rats at first. But we began to make peace with our engagement last week when we shared a bed for the first time after being engaged for three years. He returned from his work trip the day before yesterday. I’m returning to his apartment today. Given that we’ve begun sharing a bed, perhaps having sex isn’t such an awful idea after all.

I am 24 years old. It was time to stop thinking and go visit Teresa. I took my bag with me. Teresa and I met in high school. We are both employed by the same company. However, I won a scholarship from the same company where I work. Teresa’s parents covered the cost of her tuition. My father would not pay a penny for my tuition. The only thing he can do is to marry me off. I told her I wanted to take things to the next level with Nathan. We both work for Knight Enterprises. We have been friends for years now.

“Are you squeaky clean down there?” Teresa inquired.

“What do you mean?” I asked, obviously puzzled.

“Daa! Have you shaved?”

I felt humiliated.

Do I have to shave before having sex? “No, I don’t think so.”

“For the love of God, Maya, you cannot simply tell me you were about to strip naked in front of a man unshaved.”

“Well, then, that is why I have you.”

“Well, I happened to be familiar with a location. Let’s go. “

Teresa and I made our way to a spa not far from her place, where I waxed. Waxing is excruciatingly painful, but very well worth it.

After that, she escorted me to a lingerie store. I’ve always liked lingerie, but I’ve never worn it. I can tell good lingerie when I see it, even though I’ve never worn it myself.

I told her what I wanted to wear: a big coat with nothing inside but lingerie.

She let out a gasp. “Maya, where on earth did you see that?”

I grinned. “I watch movies at home, alright.” We both burst out laughing.

I bought a pair of red heels.

We returned to Teresa’s apartment. This gives me a lot of anxiety. I made a vow to myself that I would never sleep with a man who was not married to me. However, the prospect of Mr. Hendricks makes me queasy.

I had a long hot bath and changed into my mesh ruffle lingerie set with a floral motif. The crimson tint enhanced the natural beauty of my skin. After that, I changed into my long red coat and red heels. I was dangerously close to being laid. The color red appeared to be lethal to me. I am dangerously hot!

As a result, I took a taxi back to our apartment. I was so eager to give my partner something that meant so much to me. When I heard it, I was walking down the hallway.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The more I moved forward, the louder the groans became. It appeared as though I was in for a surprise, but I tossed it aside. I had faith in Nathan. I intended to surprise him, but he unexpectedly surprised me.

I was standing on the other side of the door, debating whether I should go in or walk away.

I opened the door and I watched him thrust deep into a woman whose face I hadn’t seen. Pounding in and out, telling her to open wider for him. She was wishing him an excellent happy birthday. I’d never seen anything like that before, and I was perplexed and fooled. I then noticed another lady sucking his testicles beneath the table while he fucked the one on top of the table. Two females? I took a deep breath and sucked under my breath. He ceased fucking her, and she grabbed his dick and swallowed him whole. He snarled.

I opened the door wider like an idiot, wanting to see the two women he was fucking. The individual who had been seated beneath the table rose. My eyes widened.

Ivy?

What on earth has been going on, and for how long? What? My sister is having sex with my fiancé.

I was about to scream when I noticed the other woman’s face.

Teresa, my best friend, who, of course, has been by my side through thick and thin. What exactly is going on? This is a person I can confide in when I’m having trouble.

My mind was all over the place.

Nathan was now grumbling and banging Ivy. I saw it all unfold, as his arse flexed as he dug deep into her pussy. How she chanted for him to pour his cum on her. I had no idea Nathan was this huge. I should be the one to take him that way, but how would I know how to do so? I grinned. I’m so bumbling.

They were doing an excellent job. That’s something I wouldn’t have given him. I mean I’m a virgin. I swallowed my saliva and cleared my throat. That’s when they both came to a complete halt and glanced my way.

“What the fuck Maya, you didn’t tell me you were coming!” Nathan roared.

“Well, I intended to surprise you, but it appears as though you beat me to it. “ With a smirk, I said, “Happy birthday.”

“It’s not what you think.”

This dude genuinely believes that fucking a female is not a big issue, and he’s informing me that I’m mistaken. I wanted to project a sense of authority. I can’t afford to break down in front of my sister and best friend. Well, ex-girlfriend.

Nevertheless, I was crumbling within. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of sobbing; he’s not worth the tears. I walked away.

I hailed a cab. I requested that the gentleman take me to a clean, pleasant club or bar, or anything he knew.

The guy gave me a wink and a smile. It was a middle-aged man, and he remarked, “I know a place.” I was adamant that I would not cry over what I had witnessed today. For some reason, his betrayal did not strike as hard as it should have. My sister and friend, on the other hand, well, my sister, it’s not as if we’re sisters anyway except Teresa. How much information has she shared with Ivy and Nathan about me?

At one point, I felt relieved that I had waited. I was relieved that I remained a virgin and did not lose it to him. As a result, I’m going to drink today. I’m aware that I’ve never drunk before, but I’m in desperate need of alcohol.