AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 400
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 400 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
“What the fuuuuuuck,” I muttered under my breath. I’d escorted Ada to the elevators and sent her off towards the top suite level of the hotel, then walked back to my office before collapsing onto the comfy seat in front of my desk.
This was ... Nucking Futs. Which, in my head, was a greater value of crazy than fucking nuts. Where the hell did these people come from that they thought it was appropriate for a prestigious hotel like the Vaso to run a party that was maybe two steps from an orgy. And that was coming from someone who had played stupid adult party games within the last two weeks - that dumb kissing game the first night of the trip had led to a lot off amazing stuff, and the truth or dare game had been the tipping point that had started the avalanche of Cattie landing in my life permanently.
But still. This wasn’t a makeshift drinking game that went too far. This was planned. This was organised.
And Angeloff was fucking engaged to the heir of a very Muslim family, and wanted to use their resources and business to host the almost-an-orgy event.
Nucking. Futs.
Did I even bring it up to Doug? Technically, technically, I could find a place for it in the smaller ballroom schedules, maybe get him off my back about booking stuff in there. Just say it’s the Angeloff event, keep everything else as low-detail as possible on any paperwork. That way Doug would have no connection to it, which would give us both some plausible deniability if things went upside-down.
When in doubt, blame it on the client - and I’d gotten strict instructions to do everything we could to get Miss Vera Angeloff whatever she wanted.
Of course, the flip side was that maybe I shouldn’t give her what she wanted. I shouldn’t even start on this project without floating something by the Al Maktoums, either Rashid himself or his father, Khalid. Find out if ‘anything’ really meant anything. Because I couldn’t imagine either one of them being thrilled at the idea of the fiancee of the heir of the Al Maktoum fortune getting naked and partying, let alone with a selection of the who’s who of Las Vegas.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, knocking me out of the doom spiral my mind was in as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do, or who I should talk to. I fished it out of my pocket, expecting it to be a work question from someone downstairs - the girls all knew I was on ‘quiet mode’ now, and I’d gotten texts earlier from Cattie and Cass that they were both about to take off on their flights.
But it was from Becca, not work.
’Brodi has shown his face. Wanda is with him now.’
It was like a punch in the chest. I knew she didn’t mean that Wanda was with her husband, though the phrasing of the text could have meant that. She just meant Wanda was starting the break-up. The messy, awful situation where she had to confront the betrayal of her husband. His secrets. His mistreatment.
I’d never met him, but I kind of hated him for what he’d done to such a beautiful, caring soul. Maybe they’d just never been the right match, and things escalated slowly. Maybe Wanda had been just as much a part of that escalation, and I was biased looking at it all from her point of view, but in the end I was on her side. Completely.
All of that combined into an ache that I hadn’t been expecting. An ache to be with her, to assure her. To stand with her. She didn’t need me to help her with this, but fuck did I want to be there for her.
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