Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

“GAHHHH!” I cried out as my release shot free, and I had to hold myself up with my free hand against the wall of the shower as I continued to pump my dick. My knees were weak from the intensity of my orgasm. Damn.

I stood under the water and closed my eyes, tilting my head back so the water hit my face. From the amount of cum that had just come out of me, I should feel relieved. Unfortunately, I wasn’t even close. That had just made things worse.





Chapter Twenty-Six

Bryn

Two weeks into our new arrangement, Cullen and I were adjusted. It was working out better than I’d hoped. The first night I’d left Cullen in a new place, he had seemed nervous even though we had talked it through and he knew I would be there when he woke up. However, he had soon grown very comfortable with Mrs. Henry, as had I. She was an excellent sitter.

I felt as if I should be paying her more than twelve dollars an hour, but she’d insisted that was all she would accept. She told me that Cullen was more help than he was work, and after the first week, Mrs. Henry had said she felt guilty for taking twelve dollars an hour from me. However, I wasn’t going to give her less. She was a widower, from what Marley had told me, and never remarried or had children of her own. She was making it possible for me to work, and I knew she needed the money.

Marley had left early tonight, and I had to work until closing. Trix had Covid and was out for two weeks. I was going to have to close for her since she normally did that. Marley had said she would put Cullen to bed in the main house tonight and send Mrs. Henry home.

My feet were killing me, and when I slipped off my heels, I groaned in relief. I stretched my legs out in front of me and wiggled my toes. I still needed to help Saint close up, but he was locking up after the last customer left. I had this time to change into some clothing.

My oversize T-shirt and shorts were also a relief after work. I put on a pair of soft, fluffy pink slippers. I just couldn’t bring myself to put on shoes after nine hours in those heels. Pulling my hair up in a bun on top of my head, I turned to look in the mirror and took off my false lashes, then wiped off the red lipstick and makeup.

Feeling like myself again, I headed back to the main part of the club to restock the bar while Saint put the chairs on the tables, so the floor could be swept and mopped by the morning cleaning crew who would come in and handle the floor after we left. Saint looked over at me when the door closed behind me, signaling my return. His gaze swept from my feet up, and then I caught him smile as he shook his head and went back to putting a chair on the table.

I headed over to the kitchen entrance to get the cart of clean glasses and roll it to the bar to restock it. I could feel Saint’s eyes following me as I went. He didn’t make me uncomfortable, but I wished his interest in me would fade. It had become more obvious, and the other girls had started to notice. Trix had been my buffer from a few of the jealous ones who wanted me gone. With her gone, I had to deal with them myself.

After I’d arrived today, I had been late getting onto the floor because my heels had been taken, as had my bottoms. By the time I got out there, the other girls had all the tables covered, and I was put at the bar with Saint for an hour.

He made me take the tips from that hour, but I felt bad, doing it. Those should have all been his. Working that close to him with my breasts on display had been unnerving. I didn’t think that was what the others had had in mind when they hid my things. I doubted they’d try that again. If it was Saint’s attention they wanted, it hadn’t played out well for them.

“Why the hell you gotta be so damn sexy, covered up and with the makeup gone?” Saint said as he put another chair on the table.

I stopped and looked over at him. I didn’t know what to say to that. We normally talked very little when we closed up together. He was a quiet guy, and I liked that. Talking about me wasn’t something I wanted to do with him.

“It’s the lighting in here,” I said.

He smirked. “Sure it is.”

I began putting the glasses back on the shelves, happy to have my back to him. Maybe he was done with the talking. I hoped so.

“Are you ever going to loosen up with me? We worked side by side tonight. You’d think after that, you would feel at ease with me.”

I glanced back over my shoulder. “I am at ease with you,” I replied, although part of me never was.

He was an attractive man who regularly saw me almost naked and was interested in me. What did he expect?

“No, Angel, you’re not.”

I sighed and set down the glass that was in my hand, then turned to look at him. It was much easier to do with my shirt on. I shrugged. “You’re my boss. Every female here wants you. I know you’ve slept with a few of them. They talk. But I guess knowing you want to …”

What did he want to do? Sleep with me too? Or date me? I wasn’t sure. I never let him get far enough to explain it. He was interested in me, but last week, he’d had sex with Blush in his office. On his desk.

His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “I’m a man, and I have only fucked a few of them. It’s not something I’m proud of, but after a night of watching you, I get worked up. I need a release, and when a naked woman offers it up, sometimes, I take it.”

My face heated, and I turned back to the glasses.

“Did Blush tell you I bent her over my desk and fucked her from behind in her uniform? Did she tell you it was your name I shouted when I shot my load into the condom? I didn’t want to see her face, Angel, because I wanted to think it was you. I had watched you all night, and I wanted you so damn bad that I was crazed for it.”