CHAPTER THREE: HIDDEN SORROW
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Moonlight flooded the streets, the star flickered overhead, and the cold night held its breath.
The streetlights were dead, yet engines growled and horns cut through the dark. New York was a very busy city.
I slid into my car. As the engine roared to life, a strange pull tightened in my chest–everything was intact, yet my mind refused to settle.
Through the bar window, the fierce lady stacked chairs with sharp, impatient movement, her presence steadying the unrest in my chest.
I stepped out of my black Lamborghini and stood by the exit door.
“She's as slow as her growth spurt." I muttered.
I glanced at my watch– it was almost midnight. The thought of my appointment locked my body in place.
I looked into the bar as she bent to collect the drinks. Desire flaring once–sharp, unwanted and dangerous. She was so perfect.
Blood rushed into my private area as I imagined having the appointment with her.
She headed for the exit, laughter soft on her lips, hair bouncing with each step.
I shifted into the shadows, curiosity tightening its grip on me.
She locked the bar door and was about to walk away.
“Time moves slower in your world.” My voice sounded cold and distant, like I wasn't having some illicit thought about her body.
Her body stiffen at the sound of my voice.
I walked up to her and held her hands.
“You cannot walk alone at this time of the night.” My voice maintained its cold aura.
I opened the car door and pushed her in without hearing what she had to say. I was no man of patience. My time was my life.
I got into the car and drove away into the night. The drive was quiet.
“Where do you stay?" I asked her nonchalantly.
She stared at my hands as I expertly drove the car.
“I know you speak. Or do you have a deaf and dumb time?" My patience already fading into the night.
" The next street after Candy's restaurant." She finally spoke.
“Okay."
“Why did you wait for me?" I heard her ask suddenly.
"After what happened at the bar, it will be unsafe for you to walk alone in the middle of the night.” I lied smoothly.
Well it wasn't entirely a lie–but the truth had nothing to do with the bar.
I felt my body reacting to my illicit thoughts again. I kicked the thought away from my head and focused on the road.
“Thank you. But it was not needed" she said firmly. “ And next time you ask properly, not drag me into your car like a kidnapper.” Her voice was fierce and strong.
A fierce lady indeed.
I continued the drive without any words from my mouth and I could tell it incited her inner rage but she lacked the atmosphere to pour it out. It was exactly what I wanted, it was her punishment.
I stopped the car directly opposite her house. It was an old fashioned storey building. My mind drifted from the compound to what her bedroom looked like, how perfectly she was going for on the bed. The thought devoured and tormented my inside.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my door close.
“What an ingrate" I scoffed and zoomed off.
ALEX'S MANSION
Darkness swallowed me as I stepped into the mansion. I loved my space dark and black–it suited me.
Being the son of Mr Marco Mania was not an easy task,but I couldn't change my fate.
I dragged my feet to my room. Exhaustion clung to me, sharp and unwelcome. The thought of the young lady filled and drained my mind. I couldn't help but think how she would be perfect on my bed.
“He is here.” The voice came from the room opposite my room.
The words dragged me from my bed. I totally forgot about the appointment I had tonight.
I stood up and walked down to the room where the voice had come from.
I opened the door and walked in.
The two ladies stood before me, waiting. Their bodies are covered with black lacy pants and bras. The way I loved it.
“ Master, we've been waiting all night for your arrival," Rose said hungrily as she bit her lips and twisted her hair seductively.
Lucy stood still as she remained silent.
She has always been the composed one but also the best submissive.
“Go to bed. I'm out." My voice firm and cold to block the room for questions.
" But Master … "
“Out!” My whole body vibrated.
I saw their bodies stiffen with my sudden outburst. They walked away, their faces ached with shock and disappointment.
I knew shouting was off limits but my mind was wild.
I walked over to my room and cleaned up.
Sleep came suddenly disrupting my illicit imagination.
“Grrrrr grrrr.” My phone rang continually like it was on fire.
I stared at the caller id. It was my dad and I knew better not to pick it.
I glanced at my Rolex wristwatch placed on the drawer.
“ Shit.” I cursed.
It was 7:30a.m. My dad had arranged a meeting with our top investors today by 8a.m.
The meeting was made today, Sunday, in an empty office due to the confidential matter to be discussed.
I hurried to the bathroom and came out almost immediately.
I stared at the mirror while I dressed up.
My blue suit sat well on my trouser and my black tie complimented the suit and my looks.
I took out my Rolll Royce key and sprang out of the house.
“Good day sir. The meeting had just begun sir." The security officer informed me.
" Okay.” I replied casually.
Appreciation was never part of me.
I hastened my step to the office room and stopped at the door to calm my breath.
My dad was the only human who could make my blood rush, my body shiver and my heartbeat race. He had much power over me.
“Where is the young CEO?" one of the investors as
ked.
“My son has a bad habit of disgracing… ”
I stepped into the office, slicing through his sentence, not missing his deadly stare.
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