Chapter 1 A real heart story

Hello, my name is Henri Mickey, friends call me Mick, I'm 28 years old.

I'm still not rich enough but on some occasions, I can say that life has smiled on me a lot. A few months after my vocational training, I got a job. Computer scientist in a large company in the city, I received a smiling salary which largely contributed to the well-being of my family and me. Father of a little boy, Georges, he is the fruit of my union with Christine. A woman I love very much. She brought light into my life and made me believe in love. With her, I can say that I found happiness, peace. I had adventures, but this was the most serious and lasting one. A real heart story. And every day, I came home from work hoping to snuggle up to her, smell her perfume, take her in my arms and sleep with her.

Ah, I haven't told you about my boss yet. Madame Yvonne She was a dangerously sexy woman. She was close to forty but she still looked like a teenager. An arrogant form with fantastic shells, and quality accessories, she was disturbingly nice. A few times she would drop me off at home after work and queue me up on the weekends. She was beautiful and sexy. It happened to me to envy her husband a few times but just in idea.

However, we can be lucky, it only takes a small mistake for our lucky stars to let us down. We all make mistakes but knowing how to correct ourselves and remain determined is the most important thing.

But when we take a liking to sin, only the consequences remain to wake us up. We will see the worst consequences occur in our lives. Because every act has consequences.

Sometimes it's hard to say no but you always have to try.

The man who puts his finger in the dog's mouth must expect to be bitten. And I dared to do it anyway.

Monday, a day that I hate so much in the week and surely I was not the only one. It struck 6:45 and my alarm clock rang. It was making such a loud noise that it could wake up within a 10 km radius. Sunday fatigue kept me in bed but I also heard the cries of all the work that awaited me in the service. A man's life. I wish I was a woman and left all my burdens on my husband.

Drowsy, I got up from the bed and made my way to the shower with heavy steps.

After a few minutes I was ready. White shirt stitched in jeans blue pants on a black shoe. I went down to the living room and Christine was sitting on the couch, George in his arms took her nipples in his mouth and tasted. A little piece of me that cheers me up every time I'm sad.

Looking pensive, I was hypnotized in front of my computer screen when Madame Yvonne returned. Her scent invaded my office and she stared at me.

_ Hello ma'am. I stammered, trying to turn off the music that was relaxing me.

_ Hello Mike. How are you doing? She asked me with a big smile.

"I'm fine ma'am. Thank you

_ Great. Then you come see me at the office. I have something urgent to show you.

_ Okay madam. Looking innocent, I was the good little employee. She closed the door and from inside my office I could hear the sound of her heels tapping against the cement floor.

_ A sacred woman. I breathed. I tried to imagine him at home. She must be very authoritative. Sometimes I was afraid of the look she gave us when there was work. She was a reckless woman, she had set up the business on her own and still keeps it in good shape. Its motto is “Let failure not make you believe you don't have the potential to get there. Instead, learn from your failures and move forward smarter.

I rushed just a few minutes after her to join her because I was eager to hear what she had to say to me.

She was sitting behind her table, glasses on her nose, and left the first buttons of her shirt open. Which left a perfect view of the height of her breasts. I couldn't help but glance over as she spoke to me. She had an unparalleled beauty and the gift of driving me crazy. I pulled myself together and tried to stay focused on what she was telling me. My role was to work, not to fantasize about my boss's pretty breasts.

_ At the end, you will accompany me to do some shopping. I'll drop you off at home after.

I was already imagining a long journey with her. The evening promises to be long.

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