Chapter Six
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WALLACE
I twisted open the doorknob of my office. It is a rainy Thursday morning and I'm a little wet from the heavy rain. I asked my assistant to get me a new suit because I am not comfortable wearing this wet suit. Either I change or catch a cold, the choice is purely mine.
My assistant entered the room holding my new pair of suit. "Put that in the sofa, leave." She did what I've said. She quickly put my suit carefully and leave as fast as she could. I am not really in the good mood to talk nicely to my employees. I am pissed and I don't know why.
Maybe because I haven't find P yet. It's been a week and there's no sign of her. I tried going to the same bar where we met but I didn't see her. I don't know where to find her because I don't even know her name. I should've ask her name before f*****g her. I am so f*****g stupid sometimes.
P, babe, where are you? Stop driving me crazy.
"Sir, Mr. Karlsson is here. Should I let him in?"
"Just a minute." I fix my tie and my suit and I opened my laptop just for the front that I am doing something productive even though I am not because I am so occupied by P. That stupid beautiful creature is driving me nuts.
When I checked myself and I made sure that I look pretty busy, I let him in.
I look at him and he looked amazed from my act. Cool. I'm so good at acting. "You're busy? Am I interrupting your ass, Mr. I am so busy shut the f**k up?" He raised his brow up and down.
"What the f**k do you want?" I groaned. "We don't have business for today. That's what I remember." He grimaced from my reaction and he acted like I'm hurt him.
"You are mean. You don't want to see me?"
"Seriously? What do you want? I am not Crow, I cannot tolerate your stubbornness, Damon." In times like this, he will go to our friend, Crow because they are more close. I am not saying we are not close but, Crow can tolerate him. He got mad patience when it comes to Damon's sulking attitude.
"I just stopped by. I'm bored."
He sat down in one of the love seat in the room. He took out his phone and played with it silently. I just stared at him thinking if he can help me find my woman. He owns the biggest security agency in the country. The best employees came from his agency, I can vouch for him because majority of my employees came from his agency. He got trust issues that's why he is too vigilant and observant all the time.
We've been friends for years now so I guess he will help me find the woman of my desire. He maybe the king of sulking but he is my friend, he got my back.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. "I wanna ask something." I stated. He automatically gave his attention to me. I decided to shoot my shot to him. I can sense that he can really help the f**k out of me to find P.
"What is it?"
"Can you find a person for me?"
"Who? Are you going to eliminate that person? What did he do to you?" She made me preoccupied and unproductive these days. That woman is invading my mind effortlessly. I need to meet her and end this circus in my mind.
"What's that person name?"
"P." I said. He threw a piece of gummy bears at me. He looked annoyed right now. What did I do?
"Are you f*****g with me? What P? Pamela? Piper? Tell me the name."
As much as I want to tell him her name, I can't. That's the only thing I know about her. I got her panty and I assume that letter P is the first letter of her name.
"I don't know her name. Letter P is the only thing I know." I played with my pen. "But hey! She's a woman. That's the clue right there."
"I'm gonna kick you in the ass, moron." He shook his head and started glaring at me. "Wallace, there's a lot of women here in Italy who's name starts with the letter P. The world is already ending and I still didn't find her. What's her nationality, and her name. Give me that and I can assure you that I can find her. I do have connections from agencies and companies. If we are lucky, we might find her company and bust her there."
Now my frustrations to find her are now above sea level. Damon's right. I will not find her is all I know is letter P. What the heck is that supposed to mean? Her name? Her last name? All I know is her beautiful face and her voice, not her name. f**k, now I'm so doomed.
"Anyways, where is the files I asked you to check? That's for our new business." I took my gaze out of him to look for the file he was talking about. I don't want to think about P right now because I have too much work to do.
"The file is not here. I think I left it in my private suite at Psyche's hotel."
"Let's go get it." I grabbed my coat, phone and my wallet to get the files.
I looked at the window and I saw the rain had stopped so we are ready to go. Me and Damon decided to use his car to get the file. His car is already parked outside the building so we can leave immediately. We need to hurry because anytime soon, the rain will start to pour again.
The traffic is not that heavy. A lot of people are walking along the sidewalk using their umbrellas and talking to one another. I leaned on my back while Damon is busy driving. We don't have much to talk about so we both remained silent the whole ride.
He may be a very talkative person but he knew how to shut up. Besides, the sound of the pouring rain and the observing the people outside while driving is too much for my mood. Love the scenario.
"What are you guys doing here?" We saw Psyche at the entrance of his own hotel. He is talking with one of his person. "No, you. What are you doing here?" Damon said.
He is not wearing business suit like us. He is just simply wearing a black shirt and a navy blue jeans with a white sneakers. Weird, it is raining he chose to wear that? Good luck on washing that shoes.
"This is my hotel, of course I have all the rights to come here whenever I want." He frowned.
"Good point." Damon and I chuckled because Psyche's right. This is his property we have no right to question him.
"We just came here to get the files we needed for business. You wanna come, Mr. Owner?" I insisted. "It won't take long. I knew where it placed."
"Yeah, okay. Let's go."
I unlocked the door to my private suite. All of us have our own private suite at Psyche's hotel around the world. Depends on us where we want our suite to be located. I prefer this than owning penthouse like Leon. With this suite, I can just ask the hotel staff to clean my suite without paying them.
The whole suite is already cleaned by the hotel maid, except my room. I want her hair strand to sit on my bed sheet and pillow. That's where we cuddle that night so, I want it to stay where we left it last week. Her sweet natural scent is still sitting on my pillow so, I don't want the maids to clean my room in here. That's the only remembrance I own from her and I want it to stay where it placed until I find and meet her.
"Seriously? What are you guys doing to the private suite I gave?"
"s*x room." Me and Damon said in unison. We said it in a casual tone. "I don't do s*x on my mansion. My staff and Rigo is there." I want them to live in a peaceful place so I don't bring my woman in my house even though my room is soundproofed.
"Me too. My house is my haven and there's a of lot maid, so I used my private suite in your hotel to get laid. Thanks for giving it to us, man. You're a blessing to our libido." Damon smirked and tapped Psyche's shoulder. I can see on Psyche's face that he is not happy about the topic and he is already annoyed.
"You motherfucking animals!" He snapped. "My hotel is not a f*****g s*x place, you idiots."
"It is. We are all doing it, except Crow."
"Yeah, that guy is a working machine." I said. We are all getting laid there he is, working his ass off making more and more money. "At least he got some balls to respect my hotel, unlike you dirty pigs."
"Moron!" This time, Damon raised his voice against Psyche. We are all standing in the doorway because we are busy chit-chatting. The document we need to get can wait. Damon and Psyche will banter first.
"You had s*x on my house! You're the dirty pig too, asshole." Damon snapped. Psyche's facial expression changed. From being annoyed to being slightly shy. Mood swings.
"That was seven years ago! Get over it!" He walked inside leaving me and Damon in the doorway staring at his back. "Get in, let's get the f*****g document so that we can all leave! I still have a flight to catch."
"You see? He doesn't want to talk about how he got pregnant his ex." Damon whispered to my ear so I chuckled because Psyche's really guilty about that. He doesn't really want us bringing up where his son, Gavin made.
I walked straight to the coffee table to see what's underneath it. I remember that I hid it underneath here because I can find it quickly. I was about to get the document when I saw an identification card on the side. I don't who owns that because I don't use any identification card for work. All of my important I.D is in my wallet not here.
I reached it and I flipped it to see who is the owner. Maybe this belongs to one of the maid who cleaned my room days ago.
I narrowed my eyes because I remember who is this. My heart skipped a beat. This is my woman. The woman who's invading my mind! She's smiling in the picture and her hair is tied up.
Paige Martin. Cartoonist/Multimedia artist.
Love her name. Paige. It means young helper. Well, she can help me have my baby and satisfy ourselves. I can own her if she let me.
I looked at her caramel colored eyes and her natural pink lips. She is not wearing any makeup in here, she's barefaced and gorgeous. My c**k hardened when I remember kissing that pink lips.
My mind went to reminiscing mode from the night we had s*x. My fingers pumping in and out of her slick p***y, she's rode my c**k inside my car while wearing her skirt. She came around my c**k while I'm still thrusting inside her. The s*x is raw and wild. Her moans are music to my ears because I pleasured her right to the core.
"Who's that?" I heard Psyche's voice. I came back to my thoughts, the both of them are now looking at my woman's identification card.
"Bro, she's gorgeous. Is that the woman you want me to find?" Damon asked.
I put her I.D inside my pocket and I handed the document to Damon. I cleared my throat and I faced him. "Paige Martin. I need you to gather some pieces of information about her." Damon is my chance right now. Whenever he wants in return, he got it. He just need to help me.
"Is that P?" I nodded. "I can give you the information today. Cohen is a good hacker."
"Who's Cohen?" Psyche raised a brow. Who don't have a friend named Cohen.
"That's my man from Brooklyn, New York. He is working for me to help me dig up some information from my employees." He typed something on his phone. "I texted him. He will send the pieces of information of her in a minute. Luckily, he is not busy today."
"That fast?" I asked in curiosity. "Yes. I don't know where did he get his skills but I am proud that he is working for me. He's my computer engineer s***h hacker friend. Be jealous idiots." Smug son of a b***h.
"You have a weird taste on hiring your employees, Damon." Psyche rolled his eyes. I agree to him.
Yeah. Why are you investigating your employees? That's straight up weird. It is not like he is running a goddamn military institution to hire a hacker and dig up some fishy information from your workers. Dumb ass. If he doesn't want to trust his employees, don't hire one, easy.
We waited for a couple of minutes for that Cohen guy to reply. I am so eager to get that information now. I need to know who is she and where can I find her. I'm so done referring her name to letter P.
"Paige Martin is a French-Canadian. She is born and raised in Montreal, Quebec, Canada but she spent her college years here in Rome. She's single, living with her mother. She loves spending her free time from work in Alexandria's Café." Damon announced.
So, she's single. That's good. At least I don't need to steal her. I just need to work on my marketing skills to convince her.
"Her dad and brother left them, I don't want to say the reason. That's all. I will just send you her address and her workplace."
A wicked smile appeared on my face. "That's all I need to know. Let's go."
"Why do you need to find her?"
"I have a business with her." I shrugged. I do not need to explain my intentions to her. She's off limits.
Wait for me, babe. I'll you meet the soonest.
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