Actually, up close, she was pretty cute. Not a surprise, really, Bella had an exceptional taste in women.

Straight black hair, just long enough to cover her ears, styled in a deliberately unruly way. Hm, I’ve seen someone with the same hairstyle recently, even though the hair was a bit longer.

She wasn’t short either, standing at the same height as Olivia. Her figure, as expected from Bella's choice, also was quite impressive. The healthy tan, another soft spot of my special woman, was a cherry on top for this chick’s appearance.

She looked positively energetic, and, judging by her grip strength, was even more fit than Claire.

I finished my once over, and returned my gaze to her eyes. She still hasn’t released my shoulder, even though I tightened my hand enough to leave some marks already. In her eyes I could easily read defiance, challenge, and stubbornness.

Ah, that wasn’t good. Not good at all. The darkness inside dared me to take the challenge and break this girl thoroughly, to defile her body and trample her spirit.

To make the matter worse, I was pretty pent-up since morning, and the whole day spent with Bella didn’t help in the least. I should’ve asked her for a blowjob or something before we arrived here.

My imagination decided to pour oil onto the fire and painted me a picture of Bella, bent over her table.

“What is going on here?” I heard the familiar voice of my special woman as she asked the question.

“As you see, my dear Bella, I am trying my best not to let my self-control slip again, while your side-piece, for some reason, thinks that challenging me to a contest of brute strength is a good idea.” I turned my face towards the woman in question and gave her my response.

I was still keeping my hold on the side chick’s wrist. She hasn’t released my shoulder yet, so I refused to give up first.

“And what about you?” My special woman followed with the question addressed to my opponent.

“You really let him call you by that name.” The poor girl sounded genuinely shocked.

“Yes? Of course, I do. He is the special one for me,” Bella confirmed without any mercy.

I felt the grip on my shoulder being released, followed by a tug, as the girl attempted to run away, most likely in tears, completely forgetting that I haven’t released the hold yet. Hm, why did I hold her arm still? Ah, right.

“Bella, you are making a rash and rather idiotic decision. Exactly the kind you advised me against earlier.” I shook my head.

At the same time, I easily overpowered the continuous attempts of the girl to take her arm back. Instead, I brought her closer, and gave her my shoulder to cry. Which she, to my surprise, actually did. Ah, now it was even more awkward. I started to slowly stroke the girl’s, whose name I still couldn’t remember, back in an attempt to calm her a bit. Judging by the volume of her sobs, it did the opposite. Just my luck.

“Dear…” Bella drawled in exasperation.

“Silence, wench,” I told her off playfully. “Bella, you are supposed to be a wise one, while I am supposed to be the brute. This girl clearly is head over heels for you, yet instead of tactfully explaining to her the situation, keeping an excellent aide, you decided to break her heart instead.”

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Sobs became a bit quieter.

“While I appreciate the clear-cut way you chose me over her, the actual execution was atrocious,” I chastised my special woman. “From what I remember you telling me about her, she is a worthy asset to keep around, and her infatuation with you will naturally make her loyal. All you needed to do was spin the truth a bit and then push the blame upon me. She already disliked me for no apparent reason that I can remember, so it could’ve been easily done.”

Sobs became even quieter.

“Judging by the state of her back muscles, which I can trace through her clothes, coupled with her grip strength relative to her proportions, this cutie needs just a bit more personal training. I think she could’ve been an excellent bodyguard for you,” I continued my ramblings. “Hm, from calluses on her palms, I can guess she mainly trains with short weapons in both hands. Not sure if she has experience with guns, though. All of that, coupled with her good looks, multiplied by your reputation as a… connoisseur of beautiful tanned girls, and nobody would even think that she is more than your lover. Until it’s too late.”

Sobs stopped.

“Hm, to be honest, I have no idea why am I even still talking,” I sighed. “By the way, my self-control has kind of slipped already, and you smell so good… Since you stopped crying, I will give you twenty seconds to run away.”

The body in my arms stiffened. I slowly released my hold on her body and gave her an encouraging smile. And then she bolted away, completely red.

“Dear…” I once again heard Bella’s voice.

Huh, now that I think, when did she change her attire? Instead of a crop top and jeans combo, my special woman sported her usual business outfit.

“Dear, there are periods of time when I literally live here. Of course, I have a room with a bed, a shower, and a decent wardrobe ready.” Bella noticed my surprise. “I thought if I should come here wearing only a shirt, but decided against it.”

I knew she won’t let me live it down any time soon.

“And instead you went for an office lady fetish package?” I nodded at her loosely buttoned white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black stockings. “You know, there is something to it, but it’s more about the person under the clothing.”

“Yet you refused me, again, this morning.” Bella sounded salty.

“Oh, about that.” I decided to bring up my conclusion about my girlfriend’s sex addiction. “I wanted to ask you to change your approach regarding Olivia.”

My special woman looked at me, waiting for the details.

“Look, it’s just a hunch, but I think she likes sex a bit too much for her own good. It’s not as bad as my thrill addiction yet, but I would rather not leave it alone.” I explained.

“And you can’t do anything about it yourself, since it will send the poor girl into complete panic mode.” Bella completed my words for me. “Hm, sure, I will do as you ask.”

I felt like there was something else important, but it just kept eluding me. Ah, right, Bella, bent over the table. Hm. Sounds great.

“So, will you keep undressing me with your eyes, or will you finally get your body involved?” Asked Bella, once again noticing and interpreting my intentions.

“Oh, I just can’t decide if you will look better bent over your table. Or with your back on top of it.” I truly couldn’t decide.

“How about we do both and then compare results?” As expected from my advisor, how truly wise of her!

I made a gesture for her to come over, and Bella did so. In her endless wisdom, my special woman sat on the edge of her desk, and spread her legs, showing me, not-so-surprising, lack of underwear. It was a clear hint, and, if this cycle had a different winner, I would've done as she was asking.

Isabella Alvarez, Bella, the successful businesswoman, and extremely prolific information broker, had many masculine traits. She was dominant, strong headed, and had a quick temper. Which frequently led to clashes between us. Mostly because we couldn’t decide once and for all who is supposed to wear the figurative pants in our couple.

“Turn over.” I gave her an order.

In response, the gorgeous woman in front of me raised her eyebrow with curiosity and interest in her eyes, and did as she was told. It was another part of our game. Yet younger me lacked the necessary knowledge, experience, and, most importantly, disposition to make her submit. Unless she would choose to, of course. Which Bella did on the regular, by the way, since it was something she enjoyed just as much.

Perhaps if my self-control wasn’t already compromised, I would’ve played with her for a lot longer.

Alas.