"Why are you still in the office? You said you had a hot date tonight."

I looked up from  my computer to stare at my friend, Dexter.  He's standing at the door, arms folded as he stared at me with a small frown on his face.

"We got a new proposal. Netflix wants to do another season of Interior: the way and the life."

Dexter walks in, making sure to shut the door behind him before he takes a seat. I gently flip the monitor so he could see what I was reading. His brow furrows as he reads the proposal and then his eyebrows raise and keep rising and I swear, it might disappear into his hairline.

"Nicky, this is a lot of money." he said when he was done.

"I know."

"But for this new season, they want to do athletes." Dexter said, placing his elbow on the table and resting his face on his palm.

Its been two years, almost three in  a couple of months since I was discarded by my ex. Discarded was more fitting than dumped because that was what it felt like. The same night I was discarded, Brent and two of his teammates had flown out of town and the very next day, I see videos and pictures of them at a stripclubs, drinks, naked girls, naked men. He was smiling, looking happier than I had seen him in months. So since then I have avoided anything that had to do with footballers and then it got spread to athletes. Since then I have hated anyone who would try to touch me because in my head now, all men are liars. An irony, isn't it? What, with me being one.

Dexter is very aware of my feelings regarding both my ex and athletes but he's also my silent business partner and he has seen how much money we could potentially make if we agree to this Netflix deal.

"What should we do?" I asked, even though I already knew what he was going to say,

"We should take it. It might not even be him."

The proposal states ten episodes for the series with five athletes. Basketball, hockey, rugby, football (soccer), figure skating.  Its been three years and even though I try to avoid the news, I do get some tidbits. Like how each years that's passed, Brent has gotten better, bigger and globally popular. Last year he earned over a ninety million.

There's a fifty-fifty chance it's gonna be him and Dex is aware of it.

"Let's not panic. We can just agree with the proposal for now and then go from there." Dex said and I internally hold my sigh. Whether I want to or not, this is such a big deal and ten times the base pay of the first season. I have hardworking staff to pay and exclusive memberships to keep up with.

"Okay."

I draft out a response, looked it over while Dex and I chat. When I was satisfied with it, I hit send. At the end of the day, Brent doesn't matter to me anymore.

"Still gonna go on that date? There's still time." Dex said, gesturing towards the clock behind him. It was just eight thirty on a Thursday night. He's right. I could go out, meet up with this guy the dating agency set me up with, have fun.

"Let's go, Dex. Your wife must be worried sick by now."

"She's my girlfriend."  he responds, his cheeks turning a warm rose-y color.

"And I'm a unicorn." I said, laughing in response.

Dex is a smart businessman who never stays past six and always has the same lovely woman in his arms at every vent we host or attended. Where Dex was five foot nine, his lovely girlfriend was six foot one. One time I was walking past his office and I heard her call him, her short king.

I know he has gone looking for rings, I was feeling snoopy and found it in his office.

"A gay unicorn."

"if you think that's offensive, then I have no words for you."

Dez bursts into laughter, just in time for the elevator to arrive. We got on and I pressed the P button for parking. Once we got there, we bid each other goodnight and went in opposite directions. Him to his SUV and me with my mini cooper convertible.

It was the cutest car at the dealership and even though I went in for a mercedez, I also left with a mini cooper. My ride home was fast, singing along to song. I parked in the complex and took the elevator to the third floor.

I took off my clothes, tossed it in the laundry bin. Had a quick shower, douched, lathered myself with moisturizers and then picked out a black longsleeved laced shirt and tucked it into black pants, put on shoes, my necklace, the one diamond earring, some bracelets as well. I wasn't sure what to do with my hair so I styled the dark waves messy. Sprayed on some Baccarat Rouge and I was ready for a fun night.

My date had been scheduled for nine thirty. I was happy I didn't freak out completely at work or I'd have missed it. This time I took an uber instead. It was a fancy restaurant, I was a bit impressed. I tell the front of house who I'm there to meet and she leads me to a table at the center of the rather busy restaurant. I clear my throat and he turns around. Every time I do this, I always expect song and a wave of huge emotions like what happened the first time when I was in high school but this time I only feel a flicker of attraction.

The man stands and holds his hand out to me. "Hi, I'm George, nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Nick."

He gestures to the seat across him and I try not to frown, though he was dressed to the nines, it seemed like George was not a gentleman. We made small talk, the menu looked good, there were no prices on it though. So one of those places. He tells me he works in finance and I act surprised as if he doesn't scream it with just the way he was dressed.

Halfway through the date, it's clear as day that I am not seeing this man again but he was still attractive, still taller than me and I could tell just what kind of body he had. I slip my socked foot out of my shoe and gently grazed his calf, George looks at me with this spark in his eyes, surprise marring his face.

"So. . ." I start, gently trailing my foot up, now close to his thigh, my voice sultry. I bring my finger up to my lip to wipe some of the wine off them and George follows  each movement with his gaze. "This has been really wonderful but I want more."

"For a beauty like you, anything."

"So if I say we should go to yours. . .  what would be in for me?"

George smirks and leans closer. He knows he's handsome and this confidence is that of a man who knows how to fuck. I could just tell. I have done this enough to know. I finally rest the flat of my feet on his cock, I could feel it twitch and I get a little excited.

"An orgasm so good, you will cry."

And I was in.

He pays for dinner and the valet brings his car over. Of course it's a bright red Porsche. I keep a small smile on, placed my hand on his thigh,  moving them up and down. Splaying out my fingers so they'd brush his semi, just so.

He stayed in a two storey building but I don't get to look around much because once the door shut, I was pressed up against it and kissed. A little zing shoots through me, surprising me a little. George definitely knew what he was doing. His hands were everywhere, touching me in the right places. We kept kissing and he trails his hand down my side, underneath my knee and lifts it up.

I slid my hands down his sweater he had on, tugged it off and nearly ripped his shirt. And I was right. Smooth chest, perfectly sculpted abs. When his pants come off, my lips part. Oh, its going to be the best night I have had in a while.

He tells me I smell good, he infact does rip my shirt off, tells me he'll buy me more, takes off my pants and socks, he just wanted me in my jewelry. I get bent over the couch, nails digging in as he buries his face in my ass, his tongue driving me crazy. Sex has nver felt this good in two years.

I might just keep him.

When we finally make it to the bedroom, when he flips me onto my hands and knees, when he fingers me, when he slips on a condom and pushes into me, I know I would be keeping him for a while. For the first time in almost three years, I don't think of Brent while someone else was in me.

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Anyway what do you think?