TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

7: To Fall In Love

WARNER

Fuck.

Watching her was my greatest undoing. I should have switched it off the minute I knew what she wanted to do, but I couldn't. I wasn't rational when it came to her. My perfect little dove. The only girl I've craved enough to put every other thing on hold for, just to remain in the city with her.

So I watched her bring that dildo to her glistening p***y. Watched her f**k herself with it. Watched every body shudder that she experienced. Watched and heard every sound that left her mouth. Watching her ruined me. I wanted to be the one in the room with her. I wanted to be the one dragging those sounds out of her mouth.

By the time she was done, I was as hard as hell, and I wanted nothing more than to go over and claim her till she was nothing but a boneless gasping mess.

But the internal meeting was already on, and I had to show up. So I sat through the meeting, hard to the point of actual physical pain, while thinking of the numerous creative ways I could punish her.

The meeting ended, and another thing that I had to take care of came up, then another, and before I knew it, I was swamped with reading over documents and signing things. I should have known the first week overseeing things in a new company was going to be extremely busy.

This was a real company, but it was nothing more than a faux business while I managed my real business. It was nothing but a cover-up to make things run smoothly. Buying a company in the city was nothing but a means to expand our territories, and I was supposed to be in the city for a week to oversee the paperwork and take the life of that pest, but Meera happened, and I've not been able to think with my head since she came on my tongue.

My second in command was supposed to stay behind and manage the affairs here, but after having a taste of Meera and knowing fully well that I wasn't going to let her go anytime soon, I sent my second in command back to Las Vegas.

“Boss,” Grey strolled into my office, dressed in all black and holding out his phone, “It's Vera.”

I sighed. I knew why she must be calling. I also knew she must have called my personal line, but my phone was on silent.

I collected the phone, and Grey walked out.

“That sigh sounded really exhausted when you heard I was the one on the line, Warner.” Came her small, feminine voice that betrayed everything she was. With her voice, you'd think she was a kindergarten teacher and not… well, Vera King.

“Good evening to you, too, sister.”

“There's nothing good about the evening, Warner. You decided not to return to Las Vegas, and I had to find out through Aiden?”

I sighed again.

“I'm sorry, but it was impromptu, so I had no time to tell you.”

“Aiden mentioned that you told him he'd be the one to come back home exactly fine days ago. Five days is more than enough time to tell me that you ”

That fucker. But then, I couldn't blame him. Just a glance from Vera and even the deadliest made man would confess his deepest secrets.

“That was wrong of me. I apologize.”

A second or two passed before she spoke again, and I could tell the answers she wanted from her tone, “So why the sudden change of heart? You've always hated New York. Why did you suddenly decide to stay back?”

“Hmm,” I toyed with my collar, the weight of the lie I was about to tell burning in my throat, “It's a beautiful city. My visit here made me realise that, and besides, there are things I should take care of personally before Aiden takes over. I should leave in a couple of weeks. Six at most.”

Six months was more than enough time to f**k and purge her out of my system. Right?

“So this has nothing to do with a certain lady you met at the club? A certain girl you haven't been able to stop hovering around since you met her?”

My hand instinctively tightened around the phone, “She is just a girl, Vera. So you really think I made a decision that could potentially affect the business I labored so hard to build because of a girl?”

“Of course,” I could tell the excitement in her voice, “If you think she's someone you could fall in love with, then yes. You'd do everything to be with her.”

Love? That idea was so ridiculous that it made me laugh. “It's just s*x, Vera.”

“You've never put s*x before your business before, Warner. I can tell this is something more. I understand this might be foreign, so you probably don't know how to process it, and that's why you can't open up to me, but it's fine. You can…”

“It's just s*x, Vera,” I cut off her excited rambling, and everything quietened down from her end.

“It's just s*x and nothing. She's great, and I can't get enough of her, but that will become history in a couple of weeks.”

“But if you open…”

“No,” I was getting irritated now. “That's never going to happen. You should know better than anyone, and I think it's high time you dropped all your deluded fantasies about me. Love. Marriage. All those cliches. That's never going to happen for me.”

“Sure. I get it.”

She cut the call before I could say anything else, and it took a minute for me to sober up. She was just looking out for me. I knew she wanted me to have a happy ending, for me to fall in love, but happy endings were fantasies, and I've learnt a long time alone that fantasies were limited to stories.

I texted an apology to her, and the rest of the day breezed by with only the thoughts of leaving the office, freshening up, and going over to Meera’s.