Nathalies New World Chapter Three
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As I walked in Viv was sitting at the table looking confused and nervous. "Nath love what happened?" I sat down opposite her. "You know full well what happened Viv. You fucked Yves, right there in front of me. All this bullshit about lesbian fantasy and loving seeing me dressed up was all just a load of shite. All you wanted was an opportunity to fuck Yves guilt free. You are so transparent, you thought if you could get me involved I wouldn't complain, and you would be able to carry on...
We continued to beat them to every contract. They had been bitten so hard by that failure they became more cautious which just made it easier for me. It was so easy in fact that it started to take some of the gloss off it for me. Paul had reduced Yves input, obviously holding him responsible for the failure. So things progressed easily for us, Mike was more than delighted and showed his gratitude with ongoing pay increases and bonuses for me. At home things were going great...
Viv and I were both up and ready for work before he even woke up and I was in the office and at work before he wandered in with his big pretentious smile spread across his face, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. As always he charmed everyone with his smooth manner. The day progressed along reasonably well. We had client meetings as we prepared to finalise. The one thing that I could say, lately at work at least Yves aside from the intimidation, had been promoting and...
So the bastard had stolen my cherry and as much as I enjoyed it I couldn't clear the image of his contemptuous smug smile. Conflicted, I lay there listening to Viv's soft snoring my mind a complete mess, did this mean I was gay? I should have been screaming rape. Awash with all these stupid weird uncertain thoughts my biggest concern was, what would Viv really think of me? She must secretly be disgusted and lost all respect for me? I was out of bed wandering aimlessly around when...
Viv called several times but I couldn't answer, she came to the house but I had to leave the doors locked. I just knew that if I let her in I would breakdown and fold as I always did, I just wanted some space and time to think. I needed to break the hold they had over me I needed separation. It was hard listening to her pound on the door, her sobs and cries really cut, but I needed to be strong for myself. It was a cold and wet day Monday morning but it was with a fresh purpose that...
Chapter Two: My phone rang and rang but I ignored it trying to build up courage to answer, I knew it was going to be Viv. What the hell was I going to say? Fuck she had probably already talked to Yves, bloody hell my face was a bright burning red just thinking about it. Surely he wouldn't tell her, would he? God hopefully he wouldn't be that much of a prick. Why would he tell her anyway? Shit I couldn't clear my head, I had all these crazy thoughts zooming round and round. The phone...
With my recovery complete it was time to get back to work. I reopened the salon and things slowly returned to normal with an ever increasing number of clients. Viv lost it the first time she saw me. Carol had kept my secret even although it was eating her up inside to share, she bit her tongue. It was a couple of weeks before I felt confident enough to see her. Viv turned up at home bottle of wine in hand for a catch up. The moment she saw me I thought she was going to feint. She...
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