Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Looking Back: No Longer an Option But a Lifeline ❯ A Love Affair Without the Love ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 1: A Love Affair Without the Love

 

You don't have to be in love to have sex. It may be a sin, but I lost my soul years ago, along with my heart.

 

-Trunks

 

He sat at his desk, near ending time. He was almost finished for the day and he couldn't wait to get home. He hated work, he really did. He hated it with a passion. But he couldn't leave just yet. Leaving thirty minutes early would have caused his mother to create an uproar. He didn't need that and he still had a lot of paperwork to do, he just didn't feel like doing it. He looked at the pile of papers and decided against it. He would just sit there until he could leave. It didn't take long before he found something to occupy his time though.

 

A knock came to office door and he knew who it was. “Come in Tsuki,” he said to his secretary. She came in wearing a red dress suit with red high heels. Her nails were painted fire engine red and her hair and make-up were done just so. Her hair was a dark brown, the same as her eyes. She had all the right curves in all the right places, and her bust was bigger than most, probably fake; not like he cared. He knew what he was going to do, as he saw her hips swayed just the way he liked them, causing the appendage in his pants to become erect.

 

“Mr. Briefs, I'm done, I'm going home now,” she said smiled, and turned away. However, her boss stood up and reached her just as her hand went to the handle of his big mohogony door.

 

“Just a minute Tsuki,” he said placing his hand on hers and shutting the door. “Why don't you work a little overtime tonight?” he said with a smile looking down at her. She smiled up at him as he locked the door and moved his hands to her suit's coat and started to undo the buttons massaging her breasts at the same time. Her lips went to her neck as one of her hands want to has pants and unzipped him, quickly putting her hands where he wanted them to be. He simply groaned, and walked her back to his desk forgetting about the papers, and throwing them on the floor. He would deal with those tomorrow.