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him once I slammed the
media with everything I've got on him. No amount of water was going
to douse this firestorm.

Chapter Two
    Two years later, I was thinking about
Cynthia and her twins that kept her at home. Her soon to be ex, and
her begging me to have her job back, underneath me. I would give
her a day or two to squirm, and then I would hire her, as an office
staff until she could prove herself with a bit more decorum. She
was great at sales, just awful as a boss; however, I think she had
enough bad experiences in the last year to realize we made better
team partners then backstabbing employees.
    For now, I was on a stage talking to a
room full of thriving business women, and they were hanging on my
every word. I took pride in forging women ahead of the game, and
now it was my turn to give back to them.
    I took an inhalation as I looked out
to the room full of women there to hear me speak. I let a sensual
smile creep across my face, and then I exhaled before concluding my
speech. "...sexual satisfaction is one thing; dependence is
another. All I am saying is... you can have one without having the
other, and it makes building a corporate career a hell of a lot
easier. It takes moxy and patience to build a successful high-end
career as a woman. A man can only complicate things. I'm not old
school. I'm new school, and I know exactly what it takes to make it
up the corporate ladder. Having a man at home depending on you,
expecting you to do the old school cleaning and cooking is not the
first steps in getting to the top. No ladies, if you want a career
like mine, you better climb on top and grab the bull by the horns.
Hold on tight because it can be one hell of a ride." I listened to
the room full of women clap and cheer as I walked off the podium
with a huge grin on my face and clutched in the grips of my right
hand was my third sales award this year.
    Speaking to a group of all women
entrepreneurs with my 'from the hip' style I was known for was a
bit scary. I was not sure how I was going to be perceived this
time. However, these women seemed to have it in them to win it, but
could they go without it for too long?
    I knew my desire was slowly building
within me. The old cravings I had to have a man to come home to, a
man to wake up next to. It went against everything I had been
preaching to these women, yet it was the yearning I felt building
inside of me. Instead, I tampered it down each time I felt it and
decided to live the lifestyle I was choosing to live. However, it
came with its pitfalls. Being successful in a career, with good
looks and available, only brought out the rodents from between the
cracks. Men who were looking for a sugar momma and sometimes the
women only found out too late. I was not going to be one of them. I
did not work this hard to get ahead by going without a significant
other. It was not as if I was going without sex, I was just
choosing to go without a man who depended on me - emotionally. The
physical parts of men I had readily available in my little pink
book ap on my phone. Men, ready at the touch of a text that knew
what I was requesting and that my strings were not attached nor
were they available. Keeping this charade up for how long, was only
a matter of time.
    This was not my first time around the
block. I had used escort services before. However, this one... this
particular one, came at a high price and for a reason. They were
top notch, classy and thoroughly discreet, which I needed. Nobody
at my office needed to know that I was using a pretend boyfriend.
Covering for the fact that I had no time to have a dating
lifestyle, let alone the energy and concentration a relationship
takes. I had been down that path, and it got me nowhere but
frustrated. My career was first now, and that was how I made it to
Director of International Sales at I.N.Zime International Marketing
as a female at the age of thirty-three.
    A week later, I found myself sitting
in a comfortable brown leather chair,