Without a ban

Arthur

“So, Mr. Clark. I assume you’re here for the compensation you’re legally entitled to?” Ms. Eleanor Goldon, the bank employee, asked me again for the third time.

“Yes, that’s right, Ms. Goldon.”

“I see, that money is already in your account. Would you rather leave the money in the bank for a deposit or withdraw a certain amount for the first time?”

“You know, I think I’ll withdraw half the amount at once,”I answered her, but after thinking a little, I changed my mind.

“Though, I will leave 170 thousand on the account, at first I will withdraw only 30 thousand I would like to get in cash, because I perfectly understood that I need to look respectable and presentable for tonight.”

“Fine, then I will prepare some documents for signing and we can arrange everything,” she answered, got up from her desk and left the office.

She was a short, attractive blonde. The dress code of the bank certainly suited her. A strict suit of dark gray color, with a skirt and a white shirt. On the jacket was embroidered logo with the name of the bank “New Your feenance”.

Narrow neck, green eyes, big eyelashes, and an appetizing figure.

But damn it! She’ll never beat Alexa, never!

How many more times am I going to put her above the rest?

The woman who ruined my life completely.

How many more times will I think of her? The woman I hate so much, but I can’t get rid of my desire to be with her.

Because of her, I had to start from scratch. Living in a motel room for $20 a night, eating cheap food, wearing old clothes.

Well, from now on, everything would change for the better for me.

“I’m back already,” Ms. Goldon informed me, holding several folders of papers. She opened one of the folders and pulled out one of the documents.

“Sign right there,” she pointed with the index finger of her left hand, and then I noticed that she had a wedding ring on her ring finger. That’s when I realized she was married. Well, it’s for the best. I took a pen from the table and signed my name.

“Here’s your copy,” she handed me another document.

“Here,” I signed and handed it back to her.

“Well, that’s it. All the formalities are taken care of, Mr. De Liver. You can get the money from the employee. This is your copy,”she handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I was about to get up and leave, when she turned to me.

“I’m glad to see that everything is falling into place in your story. It’s too bad you lost three years of your life sitting in that damn jail. You know, how would you feel about continuing our communication, in a more intimate setting?” she asked, stroking my arm.

“Ms. Goldon, I’d love to, but unfortunately I can’t. I have two reasons for this. The first is that I have a very serious event this evening.”

“So we could go to it together,” she interrupted me insolently, but I went on.

– The second reason is that you’re married. And that’s the most important rule for me.

“You’re so proper, aren’t you, Arthur?”

“I don’t recall Miss Goldon and I ever switching to “you?”

“You know, sometimes marriage is forced, and that’s exactly what happened in my situation. A marriage of convenience, as they say. Of course, when you’re asked to be his wife by the bank’s general detective, it wasn’t even a discussion. All the more reason my family needed it. We don’t always have to do things the way we want to do them. Sometimes circumstances prevent us from enjoying life. Valentin is nice, but just too old. He’s in his sixties and I’m in my thirties. There’s almost double the difference.”

“His age doesn’t justify your behavior.”

“Arthur, I’m sure you do, deep down in your heart,” she said, while she took off her high-heeled shoes and started to run her fingers down my leg.

“Stop it at once. But she’d already gotten to my cock.”

“I’m sure you’ve been craving sex for three years, Arthur,” she continued to torture me. And she was right, I was. She rose abruptly from her chair, and came up and leaned over me, burying her hands in my hair.

“Think about what I told you,” she whispered in my ear and stepped back. I was on fire, but I couldn’t let my instincts get the better of me.

“Arthur, I’ll be free tonight. My husband’s out of town anyway. So you’ll have your chance,” she continued, and then she handed me her card.

“I doubt I’ll need it,” she replied and tore it up.

“You should, you don’t know what you’re giving up. You know, I thought it would be easier with you, because ex-prisoners act like madmen. And here, I have to talk you down, it’s weird.

“Miss Goldon, may I be excused?” I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could and not listen to her.

“Of course,” she said, and I grabbed my copy of the contract and left her office. Immediately I went to the cashier, who handed me $30, 000 in cash, and got out of the bank.

Alexa

It had been almost an hour and a half, but I still hadn’t picked out anything for tonight. All the dresses were either not in my size or not to my taste. I should not have gone to the famous fashion designer, hoping that this boutique will help me pick up something worthwhile.

“Miss Nevis, try on this dress,” the consultant said to me, bringing another dress to the dressing room.

“I hope I like it – I warned her,” I knew that when I go out of this “elite store,” I’ll make them an advertisement that no normal woman would not buy their rags. And I liked this one. It was a little above the knees, with an open neckline and red. I love bright things, especially red. It’s a color that appeals to me.

I took the dress off the rack and was about to try it on, when suddenly the door opened.

“What else do you want to offer me?” I asked, but when I turned around and realized who was standing in front of me, I was speechless.

“Who let you in here, Arthur? This place isn’t for people like you,” I protested, but he grinned defiantly.”

“I never thought I’d meet you here. You didn’t zipper up your dress,” he remarked as he took a step toward me.

“Don’t you ever get tired of picking out dresses that make you look like a rich slut?”

“What?” His words hit me hard, but I decided not to give in to him.

“What are you doing here anyway? Did you spend all your money on a decent suit?”

“Fortunately, you were wrong. They gave me a little more money than you thought.”

“Good for you, now get out of the dressing room,” I demanded.

“Maybe I can help you with something?” he asked, and then he came up close to me, pushing me against the wall.

“No need, I can do it myself,” I told Arthur, and his scent of perfume was already beginning to intoxicate my mind. I only now noticed that he was wearing a tight white shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, and tight blue pants that fit him perfectly.

“That dress is definitely not appropriate for your presentation. I need to find something more modest,” he whispered in my ear as his hand rested on my leg and slowly began to slide up.

Wait. How did he know about the presentation? There was a lot of publicity about it, though.

“Are you really worried about my appearance, Arthur?” I asked him when his hand had already begun to pull up my dress and caress my thigh.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you mind?” his lips were a millimeter from mine.

“Yes, I minded, I whimpered, but his fingers were already up to the elastic of my panties. And his lips were barely touching mine.”

“I don’t think so,” he answered and ran his left hand through my hair.

“Do you really want to give another orgasm to a woman you hate with all your heart?”

-Arthur kissed me powerfully and greedily on the lips, clasping my hair tightly in his fist.

What is he doing to me? I don’t understand his true attitude toward me sometimes.

“Alexa, you want me, don’t you? You know, I had the perfect opportunity to fuck a beautiful woman today, but I couldn’t do it, and all because, I want you,” he said as he pulled away from my lips.

” “I don’t think she had too much to lose. I’m sure she just wanted to try it with an ex-convict.”

What am I saying? Why not admit the obvious? No, I’m just like an idiot trying to hurt his feelings. It’s very stupid, very stupid.

“Even like this?” he asked as he took his hands off me and walked away. I thought for a second that he was offended, but I was wrong, he was really pissed off.

“You don’t want to? Okay. I’m sure I’ll be welcome at your presentation.”

Oh, no, he’s up to something.

“I don’t think you’re going to ruin my evening,” I assured him as I pulled myself together.

“We’ll see about that,” Arthur said before he left the dressing room. I turned to the mirror to zipper up the dress, and I realized that I was taking it, since it had made such an impression on Arthur, even more so on the other elite men.

Had the salesgirls and consultants not noticed that Arthur had walked in on me? Or did he ask them not to interfere?

“Okay, that question would probably go unanswered,” I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror again. My hair was perfectly styled before, but now it was in an ugly state. That’s okay, I still have time, I’ll figure something out.