Deadly Attraction

Chapter1.

Being CEO is exhausting, I tell you. One is expected to know stuff, get stuff done, be at meetings at eight am, threaten the enemies of your associates, and a host of other things you probably won't like.

Don't get me wrong, you'll love the position and the power that comes with being New York's biggest business executive. The other business people will hate you, the ladies will love you because of your hundred dollar haircut and tailor-made suits. The masses will forever be grateful to you for the endless possibilities you create for them with your different establishments, and you will be greatly feared for amassing such power.

However, there will be days, days when you feel completely exhausted and indifferent about everything you own and live for.

Today is one of those days. I'm seated here in a board meeting with no interest whatsoever in whatever lippy over here has to say about the shareholders.

Lippy - my head of operations, is the most important person in my company, and she's second in command. All the heads of departments in my company report to her. So, basically, she's the backbone of my business and the heart of my empire.

Kinda like the government, the legislative arm does the majority of the work and the decision-making and the president stands in front of a podium and takes credit for their work. I'm that president. Lippy is my legislative arm.

And I don't remember her name. She earned ‘lippy’ because that's what she does - talk. A board meeting is never complete without her making a lot of statements.

“One of our investors is pulling out. Says his business is going through a tough time.” Lippy continues.

“So find new investors.” I try to hide my boredom. We have these board meetings every afternoon. Crazy, right? Yes, we can't afford to leave certain matters pending as there are a lot of companies under my name. Neglecting one could lead to the crash of my empire. I might get bored a lot at these meetings, but I'm not a lousy CEO.

“Already on it. We spoke to a couple over the last week.” Lippy tells me

“What's the update on that?” My face doesn't leave my phone.

“I don't like their terms.” Hailey, the head of my financial team says. “They want fifty-one percent of the shares. That's outrageous.”

“The highest we offer is forty-five,” Lippy points out.

“They can shove their proposal up their asses because I'm not accepting it.” Hailey has never been one to play around with matters concerning the flow of wealth and income. And that is why I made her my financial head.

“We're keeping our eyes open for new fish.” Lippy tells me. “Hopefully, we have new investors by the end of the week.”

“Lawrence, what's the update on the new site?” I ask my head of construction.

Reynold, my best friend, has laughed at me too many times about the fact that I have a department for almost every position in my empire. I can't help it. I always tell him he'd get an understanding if he were to be in my shoes.

“The head engineer hasn't gotten back to us on the progress yet. And I can't wait, I'm going to Hong Kong next week.” Bald Lawrence tells me.

“Are you going with him?” I look at Lippy now, considering the fact that I don't remember her name.

“No sir, there's too much work on the ground I need to supervise. He'll have to navigate this one alone.” She taps her pen on the table.

“Do you need help around here?” I ask her, because I don't want a situation where exhaustion deters her from her work around here.

“No sir, I'm doing fine.” Lippy says, confident. I admire her for that. She's a workaholic who brings me money. I don't have any issues with that.

“Also, tell anyone who isn't present here today they're fired.” I get up. “Knock yourselves out. I'm done for the day.”

“We'll update you when there is a positive response sir.” Lippy assures me.

I walk out of the conference room and find my way to the elevator. My security detail doesn't let me out of their sight.

It was what I asked for when I contacted the agency, but these guys lack nuance.

I have one stationed inside and about five outside. I have a total of ten men. Four are at my house. I have no girlfriend to contract more men for, so ten is fine.

My friends wonder why I have so many men at my disposal, seeing that I'm no mafia boss. I always tell them it's necessary as my company is in the active business of pissing people off. My company pisses people off, and I piss women off.

I don't date and that is because women are too much work to handle. I don't have the capacity to deal with that species of human. I have temporary acquaintances though.

I like a ‘no strings attached’ kind of arrangement where a woman's bullshit doesn't concern me.

Of course, I don't tell them what they're getting into. It kills the fun. Prick? Yes, they always say that about me when it's time for me to move on.

My last acquaintance didn't end well. I bet she's still mad at me.

Chloe.

That's what she called herself, I think. The fact that I forget names a lot bothers me a great deal considering the fact that I'm just thirty-five.

Emily Peterson, yes. Blonde blue-eyed British broad. She had an almost perfect body and the best moan. She was about 5’6 and petite with blue eyes which I thought were pretty to look at. Her body was close to perfect. Compared to other girls I've been with, she was okay. Yes, just okay. She could have been taller, I guess.

My time with her was longer than usual, and I guess that's what made her ask for more. She got too comfortable and became demanding. I don't let any woman cross that line. But she did - she began to, so I had to call it off. It was way overdue anyway. But to be honest, I kinda miss her ass. It made the most perfect sound whenever we had s*x.

I should call her.

No, that would be stupid. She made a lot of threats when we fell out. She even threatened to kill me. Fiery.

Not my model woman, but she was okay.

Too white if you ask me, but like I said, she had a very nice ass.

I don't have thinking capacity when I see ass.

Emily wanted more. Too much. She wanted to be my girlfriend. Crazy.

“I don't date.” I had told her.

“You don't or you won't?” She was teary-eyed.

That night was intense. She left my hotel in a robe. I had her clothes delivered to her later.

This is why I don't date or keep a woman for long. Too dramatic, that species.

My driver is waiting for me when I get to the parking lot. My lead security detail, Jay, opens my door for me and I get in. It's a Friday and I spend Friday nights partying. No, I'm not your usual party animal. I'm a ‘sit-in-my-private-lounge-till-I-spot-an-ass’ animal.

Yes, I'm an animal. Judge me.

The drive to the club is not long considering the fact that I was intentional about, the proximity between my office and the club. I get bored easily, so it was a solution to present and future problems then.

I walk into my VIP lounge and sit on the couch.

The glass demarcation and door are all see-through. So I can see the dance floor.

The activity down there is not enticing, and I know it's because I'm here early. Five pm is not club time, but I'm here anyway and I've got all night. I order a Bourbon and gaze lazily at the dance floor.

After about an hour of lacklustre, I sigh deeply and stand up. I'm getting laid tonight. One way or the other.

Jay takes the lead as we walk to my car. As I get in, I tell him to arrange a companion for the night. A hired s*x worker. He's done it for me a lot in the past. At first, I thought it embarrassing to ask, but I guess Jay is more like a friend than a bodyguard to me. I take him everywhere, and I don't get through any day without him.

We drive to my hotel and I make my way to my private suite. The girl Jay contacted is waiting for me when I get there, dressed in nothing but skin-revealing lingerie. She's not very pretty in the face, but she's got a nice body.

Am I aroused? No. And will I f**k her? Yes.

It's either this or I beat my length later when I'm all alone in my room and there's no fun in that.

Maybe I need a girlfriend. Okay, forget I ever thought about that.

The s*x is quick and not enough. But I let her go. She can't keep up with me. It's pathetic enough that she was shouting unpleasantly, she also cried too much. Yes, it's good to have a woman cry under me, just not when she's calling her parents.

I can't remember the last time I had exciting s*x. Emily’s lack of contentment has cost me a dull life. She could have just been happy with s*x and gifts. Are labels even important?

“I want to be your girlfriend.” It's like I can hear her voice echo here in the hotel room.

‘f**k you Emily'

Women are so annoying. They piss me off so much. Why can't we just f**k and be happy? I buy you gifts, you come over to my place whenever I call. It's like friends with benefits, but don't f*****g act like you know me in public.

I need to find a replacement for her. And I need to do that fast. Last thing I want is my length freezing up from lack of heat.