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Disclaimer: I do not own the comics named in each chapter. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter XLV – Miss Jones, I Love You (I do not own Confessions of the Lovelorn. based on Confessions of the Lovelorn No. 84 cover, August 1957)

One can wonder why I never married, being past the 30-year old barrier some time ago. It’s not easy to answer that, nor I bother to come up with a resolution, but I think I can understand the reasons that take me so far to not doing the choice of ‘becoming serious’ and try to attain a long-term relationship.
Being a very important executive in the insurance industry, my services are sought by numbers of people that want to make business with me. My face appear in so many newspaper articles, magazines, interviews, photographs, radio shows, TVs that I became somehow like a personality. And with power, comes the consequences, and those are the women that circle around me.
I am what people call a ‘bachelor’, the one who calls the interest of women around for dating or even enjoy a pleasant night with someone that can give them all they want. I had lots of girlfriends, but nothing much serious came out from those date. Not because I don’t like it, but those ladies ain’t what I want from someone that I wish to spend time on a relationship.
Maybe the only girl that I managed to keep closer from me all this time is Daisy Jones, my secretary. She joined the company sometime after me and, since being assigned to help me with my businesses, we formed a great pair. Not only because she is an amazing employee, but also because she is the only one who knows exactly how I feel being the single women’s ‘favorite target’.
Not that I am complaining about having a lot of women at my feet, wishing me as their boyfriend or even a husband. I do enjoy dating those ladies and stuff, but something about them makes me not relate to them in order to find someone to be with. I don’t see myself marrying women like them, I just can’t picture me being another of those ‘wealthy social butterflies’ that participate in all those parties, meetings and fundraisers, talking about frivolities and things like that…
And there is always Miss Jones to help me to cope with my doubts about women and relationships.
“What happened, Mr. Blake? Tired after another night of partying?”
“I just can’t take all these women looking at me like if I was some kind of prize, Miss Jones…”
“Don’t worry, sir. I know you will find the right fit.”
Miss Jones is a valuable ally for me to keep me away from those troubles. I can’t count myself the times I asked her to come up with excuses to keep girls that I couldn’t fit with away from my foot, nor the times I needed her help for searching a gift or anything else for them. She is an incredible woman and sometimes I think if I could do anything without her.
She is too much the opposite from the women I date. She doesn’t seem like rich girls trying to find someone to keep her lifestyle intact or people that wants a bachelor just for the sake of having it. Daisy is just too different from them and I could wonder how much luck anyone could have if marrying a girl like her.
Truth be told, I always knew she had a few boyfriends, but none too serious. Sometimes I wondered why she didn’t have a serious relationship being the beautiful and caring she is. And there is pot calling kettle black… me, the one who ‘avoided’ relationships wishing to someone else to have them…
Anyway, enough talking about it. Let’s talk about something that happened last week, when by one of those weird coincidences, both me and Miss Jones hadn’t anyone to hang out with. And with that in mind, I decided to invite Daisy for a dinner in my house.
“Dinner with you, Mr. Blake? At your house?”
“Why? I am not allowed to invite anyone for a dinner?”
“Well… is that I am your secretary, Mr. Blake. I don’t want to see people going mad at us because I went to my boss’ home without professional reasons…”
“Miss Jones, we are both adults, single and free. There is nothing between us beside a professional relationship. I don’t see reasons for minding about what people will talk about us. I will understand if you don’t accept it but please realize my invitation as your boss and as a friend”
She thought a little and then she decided to accept my invitation. The other day, we were at my place, just the two of us, eating and talking like two friends. Just that, so far.
“It must be a burden to live alone in such big home as yours, Mr. Blake”
“Not at all. You get used to it anyway. It’s not like I’m dying to find someone to spend the rest of my life with”
“Please, sir. I know deep in your heart you want to find a girl to marry. You just not found the right one”
“I don’t know… is that I feel tired of being on sight of every single woman I know. Not that I don’t like, is that I don’t feel that good to be thought as just a man the women want for other things than just love”
“You should stop looking for ladies like that. There are thousands of women in the world that will like you for what you are and not because of what you carry on the wallet”
“It’s kinda difficult being the man that I am. Sometimes I wonder you having the better life than me, Miss Jones”
“Why do you think my life is easier than yours, Mr. Blake?”
“Well, you don’t have thousands of guys chasing you to stay with them, you live a comfortable life. You don’t need to worry about being the ‘bachelorette’ of dreams to anyone else”
“I don’t know, Mr. Blake. Of course it’s good to live my life the way I want, but I also wish sometimes to find someone to share it”
“That’s the problem. We are two lonely people in search of the Mr. or Mrs. Right, and so far, we didn’t find them”
“But I know you will find one. You are the kind of men women want, and I don’t say it because of the money or because of what you do”
“I hope you can find a man for yourself, Miss Jones. You deserve it! You are the kind of woman any man wants to have by their side”
We spend a good time talking about us and our lives. When we were together at the couch, looking to the fireplace, just quiet, as Miss Jones decided to make the most unexpected proposal ever. At least for me.
“You know, Mr. Blake. Would be weird if the two of us slept with each other?”
“What?”
“I asked you if it’s weird if both of us slept with each other, right here, in front of the fireplace”
“You mean the two of us. Here? Now?”
“It’s just our dinner chat made me think about it. As you said, we two are single, lonely and free to do whatever we want”
“I don’t know, Miss Jones…”
“You told me yesterday that it wouldn’t be trouble dining with you because of those reasons I mentioned. Why a one night stand would pose a trouble?”
“Hmmm… maybe you are right, Miss Jones. Let’s go with it”
The proposal was weird and different, but nothing could be able to stop the two of us to engage with each other sexually. Right in front of that hearth, we took each other clothes off and kissed each other.
“Let’s do like the movies, when a man and a woman fall in love with each other and do it”
“If it’s what you want…”
She lay on the rug and I went on top of her, with legs apart, offering her body to me. That moment, I didn’t care if Miss Jones was my secretary or something. Just wanted to cure our troubles with some sexual relief, and that’s it.
I started to fuck Miss Jones and soon she got moaning my name, telling me to go deep inside her. The fire burning close to us turned the place into a magnet of sexual tension disappearing and turning into an almost infinite arousal.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Mr. Blake!”
“Ahhhhhh! Miss Jones, you are so good!”
Miss Jones and I engaged in that position time enough for us to get horny for each other and calling words and names in a naughty manner. She wanted me to do in all fours, and so I went.
“Uhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck Yeahhhh!”
Boy, Miss Jones is a sexual hurricane! I can’t believe that, behind that gentle and dreamy secretary, it laid a woman full of pounding desire. I couldn’t believe she could be like this, doing her pussy at doggy style formation. Maybe I found happiness close to me and I was too blind to notice that? Or maybe the whole tension is talking?
Never mind, we two just had the best sex in our lives, and she finished it by sucking my cock and letting me cum into her face in body. I never came like that in those last years! And, later, she told me that orgasm I gave her was the best in years, when we laid together, cuddling on the floor.
“I told you we should do that, Mr. Blake”
“Yes, you were amazing, Miss Jones. I think none of the girls I dated were as hot as in in bed… or the floor…”
“I told you to try to find someone else than those socialite gals”
“You were right, Miss Jones…”
That moment, I looked deep on her eyes and said those words I am going to tell you.
“Miss Jones, I don’t know if I should say that but… I love you!”
“What? Do you love me?”
“I guess so…”
“Well… after tonight, I think I feel now feelings for you that trespass the boundaries between boss and employee”
We kissed and then we said we loved each other. And I could find that the true happiness might be where you never thought to find it…
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