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Titan

W ednesday morning, I was practically skipping into work.

I went back to Bailey’s house last night after I left my office so we could have dinner like we planned but when I got there she wasn’t dressed.

She told me I put the dick on her so good she fell asleep on the couch and since she looked tired we stayed in and ate BLT sandwiches and chips.

Then she put on a movie, but I was so tired I fell asleep before the opening credits were finished.

I guess we were both worn tired after fucking earlier in the day.

But I more than made up for it this morning when I woke Bailey up with my face between her thighs. After we had breakfast, I cleared the dishes off her kitchen island and fucked her until she came twice then we took a shower, and I made her cum one more time.

Now that my balls were empty, I felt like a new man.

Being single and choosing to be celibate for a little over three years, I substituted sex for work.

I purposely buried myself in so much work that I made myself unavailable to date.

Yeah I had plenty of offers but it was easy to turn down because I was never generous with my dick anyway, there was never going to be a rumor about me being a man whore and I didn’t feel like going through drama and heartache again, so I just closed myself off to all women.

Then Bailey walked her fine ass into my life and now I want to be balls deep inside of her every chance I get.

When I reached my office Royce was at his desk, as usual waiting to give me the company’s profit reports, my meeting requests, and any other paperwork I really didn’t want to look over.

“Morning Royce.” I greeted him cheerfully while taking the papers out of the basket that Royce had labeled for me.

I admired Royce’s organization; his whole system was organized by colors.

The shit he knew would piss me off he put into a red basket, things that would piss me off but could get solved within a day or two went into a yellow basket, and whatever would keep my mood stable, went into a green basket.

Fortunately, everything for me today was in a green basket.

“Morning, sir. I have your schedule for today already synced to your mobile devices and your brothers are in your office,” Royce said, in his upbeat tone.

I couldn’t remember ever seeing Royce in a bad mood, even when my temper got the best of me, Royce always stayed with a cool head, and he was a hard worker with progressive ideas. I promised myself that before Royce graduated college, I was going to offer him a higher job role if he wanted it.

I rolled my eyes hearing that my brothers were waiting for me. We were scheduled to meet today, but our meetings always turned into us having a petty argument over something non-work related, but even a pending argument couldn’t kill my vibe today.

When I finally walked into my office, I heard Trent regaling my brothers with a story about his latest sexcapade.

“Trent I told you about pretending your blow-up doll was a real woman,” I said jokingly as I walked to my desk.

After I sat down, I started looking over the paperwork I got from Royce.

I never saw any of the women Trent claimed to be sleeping with, so I thought the joke was funny.

Apparently, my brothers didn’t share that view because the room got eerily quiet and when I looked up, everyone was staring at me.

“Why y’all looking at me like that?”

“Did you just make a joke?” Travis asked from across the room. He was sitting next to Tyran on the couch in the corner of my office near the monitors I used for video conferences.

“And it was kind of funny, you feeling alright?” Tyran asked.

“You got some pussy, didn’t you?” Trent asked and I just sighed because he never had a filter.

He was sitting in one of the leather chairs across from my desk with a shit eating grin on his face looking like he was proud of me.

When I didn’t deny his question right away my brothers let out loud cheers and whistles.

“This is cause for a celebration, where’s the fucking champagne?” Torrence said from his seat near my bar cart and turned around as though he was looking for a bottle.

“I can tell from the relaxed look on your face that you got your balls drained recently.” Trent was slowly looking me over and then he tilted his head to the left.

“And it was good too, judging from your relaxed shoulders you’ve had sex more than once.

” Trent was now leaning on my desk observing me more closely.

“What makes you say that?” I was curious how the hell he knew this… was my brother some sort of pussy savant?

“When you fuck as much as I do, you know the signs. For example, giddiness. You walked in here light footed as dad would say, your whole body is relaxed, you got the top buttons on your shirt undone, you’re not even wearing a tie, and your eyes just look brighter, so who was she?

” Trent’s smile stretched from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat.

I debated if I should tell them, but I went ahead and decided to let them know because they would find out soon anyway.

“Well, if you must know I’ve been seeing Bailey, and we decided to make shit official.” I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face when I said her name.

“Each of y’all owe me a hundred.” I heard Torrance say.

“What?” I was clearly missing something.

“We may have placed a bet that you and Bailey would hook up, but we thought it would be a casual fling, Torrence was the only one who said y’all would become a couple.” Trent said, bawling up a hundred-dollar bill and throwing it at Torrence.

“Damn that’s fucked up, but Torrence, if you wanted to make some real money you should have bet that Bailey will be the next Mrs. Browning.”

“The fuck?!” They all yelled in unison and looked at me like I grew three heads, but I enjoyed seeing the shocked looks on their faces.

“Stop betting on my relationship before I beat y’all asses like I used to. Now can we get started?”

We talked some more shit then eventually started our meeting.