DeAndre was by no means my boyfriend.

Call it what you want. Friends with benefits, sex partner, fuck buddy.

But he was also my boss. He was a business man, big, rich and powerful in our home city of Charlotte, North Carolina. He was rich. Filthy rich. And only twenty three years old. He’d inherited his C.E.O position from his father, DeAndre Williams the first.

I made a lot as his assistant.

Our relationship was by no means because of his money…I could care less about that. I had been attracted to him from the moment I laid my eyes on him.

I had handed in my application to his former assistant, a not so attractive lady in her thirties who was moving across the country. I had been called later that day by her, wanting an interview later that week.

DeAndre had given me the interview, but I didn’t know that I was going to be working for him. I thought he was just the manager of the Cadillac dealership. But no, he was the owner himself. I walked in, and he was wearing black dress pants, a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his tie on lose.

He was so…

Damn.

He was tall, 6’3.” A foot and an inch over my own 5’2.” He was well built, a football players body with dark, chocolate skin. His black hair was in cornrows. He was nice, friendly. Not obvious in anyway. He hired me on the spot, and introduced himself to me as my new boss.

It took me a moment to realize that it was him that I would be working for.

It didn’t take long for us to admit that we were attracted to each other. It took less time after that for us to start having sex. The first time was after a staff party, when we were both a little drunk and I had gone home with him.

He was single with no kids – thank God.

We started having sex on the regular. Mostly at his house, but sometimes at his office.

He acted large and in charge. He took control most of the time, which was something that really turned me on. He was only the second guy I had sex with, and the first black guy.

At nineteen years old, my record wasn’t too bad.

Sometimes I’d displease him with my work, and he’d punish me. A light spanking followed by rough sex. Sometimes he’d refuse to let me cum. Besides that, the only real punishment of the whole situation was being sore for a couple of days afterwords.

But generally…We got along.

The lease in my apartment was up, and he invited me to move in with him. No boyfriend title, so no commitment. It’d be easy. I jumped at the chance.

The first night I spent in his condo, I walked around in bra and panties to tease him.

We had sex most of the night, and both showed up late the next morning.

Not that it mattered- he was the boss.

No one at work knew what was going on, which was the fun thing. It was a secret, which made everything even more sexual.

I’ve lived with him two months so far.

“Brooklyn, are you listening to me?” DeAndre’s voice snapped.

I looked up from my bed to see DeAndre standing in the doorway of my room, or his guest room. Whatever. He was wearing pajama pants and no shirt. His amazing body distracted me for a second before I heard the irritated tone of his voice.

“What?” I asked.

“I told you, you’re coming in early with me tomorrow. I have a lot of work to do.”

“I’ve gone in early all week,” I said, my voice irritated and rising slightly to match his, “I’m tired.”

“It’s Friday tomorrow,” He said, “One more day won’t kill you.”

“It might,” I shrugged as he turned to close my door. He stopped, narrowing his eyes at me for a moment.

“You better hope, for your sake, that you come to work with a better attitude then that.