Sex And Fantasies

Her Name Is Pussy

ENTRY 13.1 *** Pussy’s POV “Pus, you need to finish that design,” Daniela told me, my best friend. I chugged the last shot. And let out a loud sigh. “We’re here to enjoy and not to think about our stressful work,” I replied. I poured another shot into my glass and chugged it. I looked at Daniela, who was now frowning at me. “Mr. Foster needed the design next week—” “Then just let him do it alone. I’m done with that demon. I am on the verge of quitting,” I said. I’m an architect, and Mr. Foster is our boss. He’s the owner of a famous architectural firm here in Cali. However, he’s getting on my nerves, and it’s killing me—he gave me too much work, and I don’t know why. He treated others fairly, but, on my part… it seems like I did something wrong to him. “Just do it, Pussy—” “It’s Pus, Daniela. Hearing that name made me puke.” Daniela let out a soft chuckle. “Then blame your mom—” “I did, but she just laughed at me.” Daniela drank into her glass. “Then why not consider changing it?” I let out a snide. “I did, but mom will kill me,” I replied. Who is in their right mind, naming her child the gross thing? Pussy? Seriously? “Don’t you think it’s the reason why Mr. Foster treated you like a slave—I mean, he’s too hard on you. He has many architects, but you always do more work. He hates women, right? He can’t fire you because it will be the loss of his firm as the famous Pussy Dela Rosa top the bar exam and is now the most sought architect in the United States—” “Oh, come on. My name has nothing to do with him. He can just ignore it if he wants to. Don’t let my imagination gets wild, Daniela,” I replied.

“How wild? Like how Pussy enveloped a cocky—hep, don’t you dare throw that bottle to me,” Daniela asserted. “I will if you don’t stop pestering me.” “Does Ms. Pussy still a virgin?” My eyes widened, and I looked around. Fuck! We’re just at the bar counter, and other people are on each of our sides. I glared at Daniela. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Daniela let out a devilish chuckle. “Not really,” she said and shrugged as she raised her glass. I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself. “Holly molly! Is that Mr. Foster?” Daniela exclaimed, making me look at the entrance. My forehead creased. Indeed, it’s Foster. I clenched my jaw and diverted my gaze away. For a few moments, I let myself be drawn toward the lively music. I sipped into my glass and sighed. “What is he doing here? The chilly and bubbly bar earlier became warm as hell because Lucifer is here,” I said and sipped into my glass. “What it has to do with you if I’m here, Pussy?” Upon hearing that voice, my eyes widened, my body stiffened, and the rush from the drink that I swallowed fast—its warm slit my throat. I heard Daniela’s soft chuckle on the side, but I didn’t bother to make a single move or a glance. “One beer,” he said as I felt his presence beside me. I closed my eyes and tightened the grip on my glass. Fuck! I cursed inside my head. “Do you have any problem with me, Pussy?” I clenched my jaw when I felt the sarcasm in his voice. Daniela nudged me and went closer. “The boss is talking to you,” she whispered. I looked at her with a glare and pressed my lips. Daniela arched her brow and jerked her head, gesturing for me to turn to the left. “How’s the design, Pussy—” “Could you stop calling me pussy?” I uttered, trying to control my temper in front of this devil. My forehead creased when I saw how his lips formed a sly smirk as he drank his beer.

I felt a little rage when his gaze met mine. “Isn’t that your name?” “Just Pus, or Dela Rosa. Just don’t fucking call me by that name!” At this moment, we were starting to create a scene, so I tried my best to control my temper. Lucifer Foster let out a devilish chuckle. “I’ll choose, Pussy,” he insisted. I was about to get down from the iron stool when Daniela stopped me. “Ignore it,” she mumbled, and it was enough for me to hear it. My hands started to tremble. I wanted to punch Lucifer’s demonic face. I want to wipe off that smirk on his lips. “I need the design on Monday, Pussy. So, better—” That’s it. I can’t control my rage. Instead of punching his face, I jumped on the stool and left. Daniela is calling me, but I just ignored it. All I wanted to do at this moment was to leave this place. Lucifer Foster never fails to ruin my day. And I’m not too fond of it. Fuck with my name!Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.