CHAPTER 4
1797 Words
SIX HOURS AFTER THE HOTEL INCIDENT
MARCUS
It was forty-five minutes past 1 p.m., and the last of the people who had been summoned for the conference meeting walked out of the room, leaving just me and Sandra, whom I had asked to stay behind.
With everyone gone, I turned to her with a low voice with an insistent growl,
“What the f**k was that about?” I asked, watching her look down at the table in what felt like shame wrapped in nothing but distress as if she knew she had no good excuse for the trash she did this morning.
“I’m very sorry,” she said.
“The entire meeting was nothing but a mess, thanks to you,” I continued, not caring about her apology at that moment.
“How could you even forget the drive for the PowerPoint presentation at home!?”
“Who does that, Sandra!?”
“I’m very sorry. I understand why you’re angry. I’ll take whatever punishment comes with it,” she said, still looking at the table.
I remained quiet as I analyzed her body language and tried to figure out what was wrong. Had the same number sent the video to her? Was that why she was the way she was?
“Did you see the video?” I finally asked as it has been on my mind to do that since the moment I saw the video.
Now, she was looking at me with her brows scrunched in confusion. “What video?” She asked.
The last thing I was doing was thinking straight, and all I needed was for her to tell me the truth. There was no way a possible blackmailer sent me that video and did not send it to her unless she was the blackmailer.
“Whatever game you’re trying to play, you’re not going to win. I want you to know that I will sue you, and you will be charged with blackmail.
Delete that video so that we won’t have to go through any of this long tussle. If you think you’re going to get some money out of me by—”
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, sir,” she said, “but I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I’m really sorry about the presentation and everything that came with it.
My head’s in a bad place. While I know that I have no complete right to be upset, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend.
“Whatever this video is, I have no idea about it”, she added as her swollen eyes were filled with tears that threatened to spill.
I let the silence sit between us before I handed the phone to her after realizing that she really was clueless about the video.
Her jaw dropped as she watched the clip, and the tears filling her eyes finally spilt over onto the screen of my phone.
“Oh, my God,” she said as she slapped her trembling hand over her mouth in shock and turned slightly which made her hair swirled around her as she widened her eyes looking at me in astonishment.
We were yet to figure out how we had ended up together in the hotel room, in bed with each other, and now there was the possibility of more people out there knowing about it and trying to get something out of it.
“I have no idea who sent this or why. You’re the only person that I know right now who has information on this.
If you can remember anything, any little detail as to how you ended up in that room, tell me right now,” I drilled.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head frantically and started to sob. “I have no idea what happened. This is all so messed up. I have no idea what happened. I have no idea what is happening even right now.”
It was obvious to me that she was going through a lot. I held myself accountable for a part of it as I had been making it hard for her since she arrived at work that morning.
Perhaps I needed to cut her some slack. Maybe I could give her a day or two off work to gather herself. She did say she had caught her boyfriend cheating on her.
“I’m sorry for all of this,” she said. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. If I could turn back time—”
She stopped talking as her phone started to vibrate and she sighed as she looked at the caller ID. She cleared her throat before picking up the call.
The person on the other end of the call was yelling so loud that I could hear it from the other side of the table as I watched Sandra’s reaction to whatever she was being told.
She hung up and started to hyperventilate, causing me to get alarmed.
“What is going on?” I asked, walking to her side of the table and watching to make sure she got assistance when she needed it.
“My stepmother just called. The people from the bank…they came to the house. We have just 48 hours to evacuate the house. I took a loan. I thought my boyfriend was investing in a business.”
Before I could reply, I got a call from Doctor Jonathan.
“What is it, Jonathan?” I barked into the phone at his consistently wrong timing.
“Sophia admitted that she has access to some of your employee records. It seems one of them has an O-negative blood type. Ms. Sandra.”
I hung up and looked at Sandra, feeling stupid for the question I was about to ask her if she was going through something. “Are you—”
Before I could finish, her phone rang again. As her stepmother resumed the yelling, I hurried out of the conference room and found her health file.
She really was O negative. Just as I clutched it in my hand, I frowned at the realization—Sophia had access to my employees’ files. I never gave her access to that.
I hurried back to the conference room and found Sandra hanging up the phone. I had to settle everything at once—kill two birds with one stone.
To be very honest, I couldn't deny the desire to feel her body against mine once more.
I really would love to f**k Sandra again when I’m in my right senses.
She has such a nice body and always smells nice but I haven’t for once thought about sleeping with her until it happened hours ago.
And for some reason too, I’ve never felt so satisfied and relieved after sleeping with a lady…not even Sophia that I loved.
“I know that I laid down the rules for the employees to not have anything to do with each other romantically for the smooth running of the company, and since I broke that rule myself, I’m willing to let you keep your job. I’ll also clear your debts,” I offered.
I watched her turn to me instantly with wide eyes and curiosity.
“You just have to be a blood donor for someone important. And you have to be Sandrailable whenever you’re needed. You have to remember that I can make you face the legal panel for blackmail if I want, and you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself.”
I hated having to threaten her to get things together, but I didn’t think there was another way out of it. She had a lot to lose, and I knew she didn’t want to lose them.
“I will. I’ll do it.” She nodded, her face still holding a little bit of doubt.
We were out of the office as early as possible to run some blood tests on her. Luckily, the reports came out clean, and Sandra’s blood was finally taken for the transfusion.
“Can I drive you home?” I asked as we got out of the hospital later that evening, but she was too busy with her phone to be bothered.
“No, thanks,” she answered, taking me by surprise. I had expected her to jump at the opportunity since it would stop her from using money to get home.
I stood there for a moment until I watched an unmistakable limited edition Rolls Royce stop in front of her. She did not hesitate to get in, and I only realized that my mouth was agape when the car turned around and started to drive off.
“This is ridiculous,” I scoffed as I pulled my phone and took a picture of the license plate, immediately sending it to James, my private investigator, to find out who owned the car and if I had been deceived by Sandra this whole time.
It took some hours for James to return with the details. The car belonged to Lucas Bennett, son of President Robert Bennett.
The ownership was changed to Davis Tomford one week ago. James sent the picture of the new owner, but it was neither the said Davis nor Lucas.
It was a picture of Jaxon, the man that had f****d the hell out of me while I had a getaway to Las Vegas a couple of months ago.
Jaxon had a threesome with me and the stripper girl that gummed me until I accepted for her to follow me into my hotel room that night and it was an experience I totally enjoyed.
I’m not proud of this as I have been constantly f*****g Jaxon since that time but no third party must hear about this as my reputation is at stake and everything I have ever worked for could get destroyed within a twinkle of an eye.
The mere thought of it sent panic coursing through my veins.
How would the world react?
How could it be publicly heard that the CEO of Luxx Designs is GAY?! The scandal would be explosive!
And…who else knew about it?
As if that was not enough, James informed me that Jaxon was possibly Lucas’s private investigator.
“Was I being tailed?!”
I blurted out loudly but unconsciously.
Why was a male stripper from Las Vegas working as the private investigator of the president’s son?
Most importantly, what did Sandra have to do with them?
“Sandra and the president’s son,”
What business could it have been that I didn't know of?
I muttered as I stared down the road that the car had taken before getting in my own car.
“Wow!”
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