Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and is based primarily on the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway, and Denmark. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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HF
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Wednesday morning slowly dawned over Nordhaven as the city started to come to life, the inhabitants rugged up against the cold, wintery weather. It had snowed the night before and the roofs of the buildings of the Nordland capital were covered in a light dusting of the white powder while the snow and sleet had turned to slush on the ground. Maybe we can open an oilfield in the desert, Astrid thought to herself as she hung up her coat and looked out the window of the office. Little chance of that, she mused, all those areas have been explored already.
Placing her bag next to her desk, she pulled out her laptop and placed it in the docking port on her desk. While it was warming up, she took a sip of water and pulled the rest of the files from her bag. She'd scanned them last night after Ingrid had gone to bed in preparation for the board meeting this morning. At least she'd woken up a little more refreshed than the previous day -- a brief, but intense, early morning session at the gym had woken her up and gotten her ready for the day ahead.
It was dark outside, and Ingrid was still asleep as Astrid had snuck out of the house in her gym gear. She'd kissed her beloved daughter on the forehead while she lay sleeping in her bed before heading out to the kitchen where Erik was brewing his morning coffee. They'd agreed for him to get Ingrid ready for school this morning so that Astrid was able to get to the gym and then to the office to prepare for the upcoming board meeting. They worked well as a team though Astrid noticed that Erik had seemed a little more quiet than usual the previous afternoon when he'd come home from work.
The gym session had certainly helped put her in the right frame of mind for the day ahead: a brisk warm-up, followed by a cardio blast with both a strength and core crusher set to follow. Wiping her face down with her towel, she looked at herself in the mirror of the workout area. The trim, toned figure with long, blonde hair, sparkling azure-blue eyes and pale, flushed complexion looked back at her. Heading to the female change room to shower and change into her work clothes, she pulled her tight-fitting workout attire from her body, dropping it into her bag before heading to the showers to freshen up.
Snacking on a protein bar, the thirty-eight year old woman had emerged from the change room half an hour later after a quick shower and changed into her work attire: a navy-blue knee-length A-line Hugo Boss skirt, a crisp white Theory blouse, a black blazer Burberry blazer along with a pair of black, knee-high Stuart Weitzman boots paired with black opaque stockings. To keep her warm in the chill Nordland winter, she wore her favorite Max Mara woolen coat along with a pair of leather Prada gloves and a burgundy cashmere scarf from Johnstons of Elgin. Given her predilection for exercising, she had worked out a very quick method to complete her hair and make-up in the change room. She now looked the very image of a successful Nordic professional woman -- a position she had worked hard to obtain as a key senior member of the North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation.
Placing the files down on her desk she glanced at the title of the one at the top of the pile: North Sea Initiative; the joint project with Horizon Energy that Marcus was working on. The thought of the Black man brought a little flutter to her stomach as she logged on to her computer, watching her inbox update with new emails. Astrid shook her head slightly -- do they ever end, she thought?
Sitting down at her desk, Astrid knew that her PA, Elin Bergqvist, would be in shortly to go through the day's calendar but she already knew that the board meeting this morning would likely dominate her day, leaving her precious little time to do any of her other work. Between the couple of hours she had taken off to fuck Marcus in his apartment on Monday afternoon, the discussions with the Texan investors yesterday that led into the social drinks with them in the North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation head office with other members of the C-suite and senior leaders in the corporation, not to mention the pile of emails that she still needed to work through, she felt like it was all getting too much.
As she slipped off her boots and replaced them with a pair of black Jimmy Choo Romy 85 suede pumps she extracted from her bottom drawer, Astrid reflected that it wasn't that she minded the workload; in fact, she worked better, much better, under pressure. It was that her mind was still torn over the implications of her on-going affair with Marcus. The events in his apartment on Monday afternoon had proven to be a watershed moment, the unleashing of her desires had pulled her into an intoxicating, and slightly unnerving, encounter with Marcus. She could still recall how she'd given over to her most base passions; begging him to fuck her harder with his stiff black cock, to cum inside her, to make her a snow-bunny. Less than a year earlier she would never have dreamt of saying or doing any of these things -- but a lot had changed in that period of time.
Her unwilling affair with Richard, a Black corporate executive from Horizon Energy, one of NSOG's corporate partners in the United States, who had blackmailed her into having sex with him as well as providing sensitive corporate information, had been the start of this journey for her. It had continued forward to her recent adventures in the Congo, securing a deal on behalf of the Nordland intelligence service, through to now and her burgeoning affair with Marcus, another young Black executive from Horizon Energy, working on a joint project with her Corporation.
Despite her acceptance of her newfound desires, part of her was still apprehensive about being unfaithful to her husband, Erik. She realized this was a natural reaction to what she was doing, especially as, deep down in her heart, she truly loved him. He was a good man, a loving husband and father; yet she couldn't resist the undeniable attraction between her and Marcus that had rapidly grown into an illicit and taboo relationship.
There was a soft knock at the door, and it opened to reveal Elin's smiling face. "Hi Elin," Astrid said, pushing the thoughts of her husband and black lover from her mind. "Hi Astrid...you're looking better this morning," her PA replied as she entered the office, her tablet in hand.
"Thanks...a better sleep last night and a good session at the gym this morning really helped," Astrid replied. Elin grinned at her boss. "I was going to ask if you wanted a coffee but perhaps water is better," she said, indicating at Astrid's water bottle on the desk.
Astrid gave a little laugh. "I'll be in the board meeting all morning, so I'll probably need a couple of cups to keep me going...especially when Karl starts on about his numbers..." she said with a grin, referring to the Corporation's Chief Financial Officer and his legendary attention to detail that he liked to share with others in meetings.