AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 402
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 402 - 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.
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“Well, hello- Jesus, Robbie, what’s going on?”
Vanessa’s usually cool expression broke when she looked at me. I had to assume I was looking as mentally exhausted as I felt, and as I handed her over the fresh coffee I’d picked up for her downstairs, I sighed and shook my head. “Where do I start?”
Vanessa raised one of her carefully trimmed eyebrows, accepting the coffee and bringing it up to take a deep smell of the rich aroma before setting it down. “Is this work or personal?”
“Yes?” I answered with a wince. “Don’t worry about it, though, you asked me to come up, so there must be something on your mind. What’s up? Anything I can help with?”
The blonde’s questioning look lingered on me for a long moment as she decided whether to push or not, but she softened slightly and shook her head almost imperceptibly, giving up on that chase for the moment. Instead, she half-turned in her chair and leaned back across her desk, reaching for a file. The movement had the unintended consequence of highlighting Vanessa’s slim, tight body as her blouse hugged her high, perky breasts.
It took effort for me to look away, and more to quash that little voice in my head that wondered if it had been on purpose. Vanessa and Dayana were my work friends. We were colleagues who respected each other and relied on each other at times. They were both ambitious women who were also well aware of how much I was in love with my fiancee, and had spent time with the two of us. Vanessa was, strictly speaking, an attractive woman, but that didn’t mean she was trying to subtly hit on me.
My mind after the Lake Powell trip was still on Horny High Alert, and the whole thing with the topless Eastern European Bombshell at the pool hadn’t helped things.
“This is less about what you can do for me, and more about what I can do for you,” Vanessa said as she brought the file around and handed it over to me. “Now, understand, Robbie. It’s not the sort of thing you were looking for, and it’s not a sure thing. It is, however, an opportunity.”
“Why do you make that sound so ominous?” I asked, smirking a little as I held her gaze, then I sat up and opened the file, starting to scan the first page.
“It would be a Get for the entire hotel, obviously,” Vanessa said. “I only found out they were looking to change venues for next year because I found myself in a bidding war for some national billboard spots with the former hosts, which was how I got a back door into why they were moving from California to Nevada.”
“We can’t handle this,” I said, shaking my head and looking up from the file. “We don’t have the facilities to handle an entire music festival of this size.”
She smiled in that shark-like way she sometimes did. “Oh, I know, Robbie. Let some of the other hotels scramble to try and find a way to land that big a fish, and whoever does will end up with all the problems that go with that large of an event. No, you’re going to aim for something different.” She leaned forward and flipped me a few pages deeper into the document, then stabbed a finger onto a specific page titled ‘Talent Relations.’
I raised my eyebrows, taking in the numbers quickly and trying to think how far ahead this booking was and if we could even swing it.
We might need to move a wedding, but for a get like this, I could probably move two, offer them a fifty per cent discount for the trouble, and no one would bat an eye.
“Jonas would shit a brick if he found out I got this,” I said, coughing lightly as I tried not to break out into laughter.
“I know,” Vanessa smirked triumphantly. “And it would also help you put a nail in Doug’s coffin, as long as you can manage not to share the credit with him and be a little selfish for once.”