His Pumpkin (Book 1)

Deceived

Aiden POV

“They need to grab the trap very soon. Dennis and his son have to accept the deal before the arrival of Smith Crowd-ink Company in the country.” I speak.

Standing in front of the glass wall, both hands are inside my cotton slack pocket while watching the rays of the sun cover slowly by the massive clouds. Being here at the small advertising office that I rented, the furniture is less and enough to accommodate four to five people for it was used for a purpose, to hide my real identity.

I turn to face them, Bea stands from the couch and walk towards my place. A seductive smile is pasted in her lips with her heels committing sound in every step. Her warm hand travels to my chest when she reaches me before placing over my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost there. The old man is too easy to manipulate.” She whispers.

Her one hand dive to my left cheek, pull my face to put all my focus on her. Bea’s snowy skin is shining the same as the Korean beauties, heart face shape with a straight blond hair reach below her armpit. The deep-gray eyes match to her curly lashes with mascara. Her fine nose is coated with some freckles for she has American blood and the lips that painted with purple lipstick is traveling towards me.

As she tastes my lips, her half-exposed proud soft boobs that can give release even just by pinning your pistol in between is crushing on my chest. Clipping her chin, I move my head to give us space, run my thumb to the meat of her mouth with a silly smile.

“I don’t want almost Bea, I want surely.”

The serious face of mine return as I let her hands fall out of my frame and walk towards the table. One laptop, pile of some papers, a pen holder and a rectangular transparent glass with my full name are over my table. I sit on the high-back executive swivel chair and lay my body on the backrest. Anton, who’s too relaxes while sitting on the sofa is tugging upwards her lips for a smirk.

He knows the playful relationship between the blond lady and me. Working together for years for she is also one of Mr. Miller special asset the same as us, Bea become my partner not just in a mission but also in bed.

“Mr. Morales fixes the schedule, place, and people who will act in favor of us. The papers are all set, Aiden. With all the attractive offer, they will think they are the one who will gain something. They will take the trick without any doubt.” Anton speaks, close the magazine he is holding and throw on the table.

“And I’m gonna make sure they are present in the Black-Trade event during that day.” Bea interrupts.

Black-Trade. A special place that only prominent millionaire businessman, celebrities and noble people know. Where you can gamble to double your wealth or lost half of your full assets in every deal.

“And I want you to make sure he will sign,” I said, roll the chair to my left to face her with my arms settle in the armrest.

Bea’s voluptuous hips wave as she walks on my spot. Flirtation is in her face when she stops in front, hooks her arm on my nape and sits on my lap.

“I will.” She whispers in my ear and bites the skin.

My hand rise and traces her collarbone with my fingers before dropping to her cleavage that wanted to be free on her fitted V-shape blouse.

“Good. Then inform Mr. Miller that the plan is running smoothly.”

“Okay, should I go straight to your house after?” She asks, brushes her ass in my front.

I squeeze her one heavy banger, doesn’t care even my brother is on the side when I whisper, “later.”

Her thin kissable lips pouted, roll her eyes before she stands with annoyance.

“Hmmppp… it’s been two months since you give me that later. It never ends.” She said in an irritated voice, sits beside my brother after crossing her arms over her chest.

Anton’s eyes dive to me and his crazy look make me laugh inside.

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“Wow, I’m so glad you made it here, Aiden.” Boris tap my shoulder as he greets me.

“When did I say no to you, guys?” I said and bang my fist to the waiting fist of Aron as he welcomes me.

This is my most hated time, a hell day when I am surrounded by people who make my stomach mash and want to vomit while smiling so friendly. Taking the Heineken bottle that Aron is forwarding, I toast it to the same beer he is holding before jolting to my mouth and drink.

The cold liquid relaxes my muscle as it flows to my throat, reduce the fire inside, grant me mastery on wearing my huge thick mask while staying with the devils.

“Have you decided?” I ask Aron.

As I stand beside him, my eyes fly to the three Bugatti Veyron cars designs in brilliant color, racing on the circular dirty ground. One man in the finish line is waving a triangle flag with a number two in the center. The red car speedily passed by on him, followed by the group booming yells, ignore the mass of dust that eats us in our spot while the other black and green vehicles try to catch its pace.

This is one of their favorite pastimes, racing their expensive sports car while drinking with the troops. The rough scrape of the wheels, high sound of engine play in the open area on this sunny day.

“Do you think we can win it?” Aron speaks at last.

“Mr. Morales is a fool, Aron. Grab it while the pot is hot, you will have not just your competitor company, but the other asset. What else do you afraid for?” I encourage him with my eyes stuck on the racing cars.

“It’s too risky,” he sighs, “what if we lose?”

My head turns to him this time with a funny smile spreading on my lips.

“Lose? You? I can’t believe the great son of Osbourne is thinking that. Lacking some nerves? Becoming chicken?” I mock, burn the fire inside of him as I give him smirking lips.

It works, for his calm eyes change into the passion of rage, skin show what temper he has, and it is not good. His grip on his beer bottle sends the veins in his hand to lump with his jaw firmly shaping, it’s really him, the proud boy of Dennis.

“I just want to remind you who are you talking to.” He speaks hard, darker face with a glance ready to eat me.

A thunder of laugh escape in my mouth, pat his shoulder to regain his mood with my spirit rejoicing on his reaction.

“Hey dude, I’m just waking up your mind, open your eyes. And I know you will grab it, right?” I push him more, “besides, I found out that two of their best managers is leaving their company, Aron, means less mind to work.”

His eyes spark upon hearing the information, twist his body to face me fully and his lips parted that build guffaw on my mind on how stupid this man is.

“Yah,” I whisper, turn to my left and right like checking if others might hear as I near my lips on his ear, “and he is not in focus because of some family issues, marital to be exact.”

A winning beam paint in his lips, nod with a left foot tapping in the ground as he said, “I’m going to the Black-Trade tonight.”

The statement forms me to bring the tip of the beer in my mouth, drink the content while my lips curving for a victory grin. My lips are about to speak once more but cease when the yells of our group surge, the clicking of their bottles sing with their roaring laughter clash.

“Where’s my reward, dude? I win! I f*****g told you she was a monster.” Raees, one of their friends scream while banging the arm of another man.

Boris and the group nonstop chuckle construct my eyes to dive on the finish line. The man who was holding a flag before is having a banner with number three written in the center this time, indicate that the game is finish. He walks in a hurry towards the line of the cars, checks each passenger when the driver’s door of the red vehicle opens.

The hand that ready to jerk the cold beer in my mouth pause in the air when the person who win step out in the Bugatti. My lips parted, jab my eyes to the girl who’s giggling while waiting for her opponent to climb out on their auto. Her stylist denim ragged jumper has a ripe in each knee, one strap is hooked in her front dress while she keeps the other hanging, showing the plain black T-shirt inside.

Pumpkin!

One guy painted with a tremendous tattoo in both arms comes out in the green car while Caleb in the other. Both are exchanging loud guffaw, bangs their fist together before they start to walk. My hand on the bottle tighten seeing him running toward Quinn who’s waiting for them.

Darkness consumes my layer when Caleb wraps her one arm over her shoulder, pull her head and shove in his chest before hardly rub her short hair, mess the style of it. Fire is smoldering in my narrow eyes when I hear them swapping chuckles before she softly punches Caleb stomach to release her from his hug.

“Ouch!” Caleb yells dramatically, pressed his palms on the part she hit.

The two keep their lively noise while starting to walk toward us with the other guy in their back. Cold beer seems to boil in my hand as I clench it firmly. The color of my palm is fading when the arm of Caleb rest once more in her upper limb, which she never removes. The closeness they have sparked my irritation to the next level.

“You’re still the best, my chubby Quinn,” Caleb said and pinned her cheek.

“Aww…” She exclaims.

Patting Caleb’s hand to release her face pad, she pinches his nose hard, builds for them to laugh further and mold for my skin to change unto red like a brick. The temper is controllable, yet still unexpected from my side since I knew it should not affect me this much.

I convinced myself that I didn’t want anyone to interrupt my plans on her, the reason why I’m burning too hot. That when her eyes finally travel on us, her brown pupils gradually stop on me, surprise, widen and I let her devour my stony silence.