At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Five (Zyan)

I move up to two bodies by my side, and still getting used to the clarity I open my eyes slowly and come across two hot blondes in my bed and with that I remember every event of last night. They both just had to get naked to get my attention at the club, two whores that yes. yes, bitches what they are, can't stand to smell money that goes crazy, money for people like her is like drugs, lead to euphoria.

Since I wasn't in the mood to go out hunting for a more difficult woman, which is rare for me to find, since as soon as they come my face which is well known for being one of the youngest billionaire men in the world, they usually do everything I want. And that's boring enough, it's like I'm cheating, because my money buys everything, even people. And that's why I don't trust anyone, everyone's around me because of how rich and influential I am and not who I am. So I keep everyone far enough away not to cause me any headaches... There are so many opportunistic people, women wanting to blow the chest and men wanting me to invest in their bankrupt companies. So if they want to use me, I do the same to them, only I master this game, I tell the rules and they obey.

Women come to me thinking I'm going to fall in love with them, just because I have a beautiful body and face. Futile. So I use the devices they use against her, use them at my own pleasure and then discard them, and all this without deceiving them, and if they delude themselves it is with their own imaginations. Already with men, they come to me seeking help, wanting me to invest in their companies, well, I invest, but only if I own 80% of the shares, and as they are desperate accept and so after I rebuild the company, I buy the parts of them, thus becoming the exclusive owner. How do I get them to sell? I have my methods and they're not always good, but they come out with more money than when they were in the s**t.

I get up from the bed and go straight to the bathroom where I shower, taking the smell of them from my body. As we are in my house destined for when I want to f**k, I have some pieces of clothes in the closet, so I wear a black social pants with my suit of three pieces of the same color and put on the black social shoe. Then I go back to the bathroom and comb hair and brush my teeth. I wake up the women, i didn't even give me the trouble to record the names.

"Wake up, f**k— they wake up scared.

I say by looking at them in a threatening way. "You both have ten minutes to get out of my apartment, and if you get the more so, you're going to suffer the consequences. Do you understand?—I ask them to look at me with their mouths open. But what the f**k, at no point did I promise coffee in bed.

Do you understand,?, I say in a higher tone. And readily they say so. I don't have the patience for slow people and it gets worse in the morning. I take my wallet from my pocket and i play some real 100 notes in bed for them, which at first look horrified to me as if I had two horns on my forehead, but in a matter of seconds all that was left to fight for the money... Two sluts, I think.

"The ten minutes begin now," I say leaving the room. The message was given... I look at the watch on my wrist and I see that it's eleven in the morning and f**k too much sleep, but I do not worry, I am the CEO of my company and I owe no satisfaction to anyone. Only on the one hand, I hate to set a bad example for my employees. it!.. In the garage I enter my machine, a black Bugatti veyron, and I start the car.

Traffic was a bit chaotic, one of the disadvantages of living in the capital. The signwas on in red color, when I look at my right side my eyes are drawn to paradise. The girl who doesn't appear to be more than twenty, she's the angel herself on earth. Blond hair, eyes that resemble the color of the sky this morning. Small, rosy lips, that with my d**k in them would be the vision of hell... Perfection... His rosy cheeks gave an overtouch of innocence to his face... Paradise... However, in contrast to his face, his body is a danger to the eyes, even wearing a pants and blouse loose to the body, I could notice some curves, his ass round and emboded, his breasts that should fit perfectly in my hands, and even not able to see, I bet it owns a thin waist ... The doom... Hell... My temptation.

She seemed to walk aimlessly in the middle of the street. Her eyes transmitted so many things even though I just saw her from afar. Innocence, fear, uncertainty and pain, that's what your eyes express. A bruised angel, is it? And I don't have time to find out, the light turns green and the cars start honking my attention for a few seconds, and when I look back at where she was, I don't see her, she's gone... The angel created wings and flew!.. I martyr myself for losing her sight, as I was dumb enough to let her go, she had to be mine, my angel, my doom. She'll be mine, even if for that I have to look for her in hell, where I should go probably because I want something that must be so pure. And with that promise, I drive back towards my company, but without forgetting every detail of your face. My sin!

"Angel, I will find you— I say for nothing, letting the wind take my message to her.