All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Hello," Stephen answered. "Stephen, it's Eric Gates, from work. How are you?" Stephen sat up straight, knowing the call could only be one of two things: a promotion, or a firing. He prayed for the former. "I'm doing alright, Eric. What's up?" "Well, I hope it's no surprise why I'm calling. I'll cut to the chase. The manager position is yours, if you want it. I'm supposed to give you twenty four hours to think it over and let me know. But I wanted to share the good news as soon as I could. You really nailed that interview." "Wow, that's incredible!" Stephen practically laughed, watching a look of confusion form on Grace's face as she tried to decipher his conversation. "I can let you know my answer in the morning." "Sounds great, Stephen. This going to come with a huge increase in pay for you. You're salary now. I'll send the details over to your email in the next ten minutes. Bu

Yet, 4 pm was still a good two hours away, and they had a date at the gym as their next stop. In the seven weeks that he had been on Grace's diet plan, he had lost a total of fourteen pounds. While the weight came off more easily at first, he was now losing consistently, and much of that was due to his strict exercise and meal plan that was outlined so carefully in his workout guide. It helped too that for the first time in forever, he could stare at himself in the mirror without a shirt and not feel disgusting. His body was tightening, and his gut was shrinking. Working out made him feel amazing, and the progress was worth all the effort he had expended. After a long workout session that included a heavy portion of lifting and a long biking session with Grace, the couple made their way home after a long, and generous shower, thanks to Grace. Pulling into the driveway, Stephen was surprised to see a car he didn't recognize. Whose car is that? 

Later that night, as Stephen held a very sleeping Grace against him, his mind pondered over the changes in events of that afternoon. His mother was now in a relationship for the first time since their father left. And it was a good one, thankfully. He had been a little worried about how his wish for her might play out, but seeing how Jim was, and how he was a perfect match for her got him to thinking about all the other relationships he knew about. From his mother and Jim, to Shelly and Jack, and even to Grandpa and Grandma, they were all, as far as he knew, perfect fits. Personalities that were meant to be together. He could, of course, say the same about him and Grace as well, but there was always a nagging feeling in the back of his mind when he compared their relationship with others: The other strong relationships he knew were together because they choose to be. They loved each other because they chose to love one another. As strong as his relationship with

"I told you," Mr. Lopez repeated, "I will pay for the damage to your vehicle." "No shit you will, asshole. And you'll pay every cent until my Ford looks brand new again, you hear me? Now, go get your checkbook! I don't know what kind of asshole doesn't even have insurance, but you will pay the whole damned thing." Mr. Lopez disappeared inside his house, before reappearing moments later with what looked like a stack of bills in his hand. It was a healthy looking stack, clearly hundred dollar bills, and quite a lot of them. Whatever his job was, it clearly paid well! He began to count out the bills until he reached two thousand dollars. "There's two thousand. That should be plenty." The white haired man began to calm down, his eyes widening as he took in each successive hundred dollar bill. "I don't know. You destroyed my entire headlight, and my bumper is hanging. It will take a few thousand just for

"So, Dad, what brings you back here? It's been a long time?" Stephen asked, changing the subject to one less focused on his girlfriend. "Oh, just swinging through really. On my way through back to Denver to go to a job interview, really," he replied, with a wave of his hand. "Job interview? Something new and promising, Dad?" Jerry chuckled, "New definitely, but who knows how promising." "Still working in the IT sales job you had before?" "Shit no, those assholes canned me," he replied, bluntly, letting his fist fall a little hard on the table. "That's why I need this new interview!" "Oh, sorry to hear that," replied Stephen, trying his best to emphasize with the man. "Eh, who needs 'em?" commented Jerry. "You think you know a company. And it's people! But who would have thought someone so close to me like my administrator would turn me in