by Amara Kent
I enjoy every part of my job. It’s way too satisfying to be good for me, and I feel like I’m doing a service to the people of New York. My favorite part, though—and yes, this is going to make me sound like a geek—is the planning. I love going deep into the research and figuring out the kind of person I’m dealing with and the kind of woman I need to mold myself to become. Now, every job I take on is different. Some women simply want their ex to be dumped. Others want the real embarrassment factor. You know, the get them into bed, tie them up and then urge them to do shit they wouldn’t necessarily do or admit to doing, like being fucked by a dildo. Others have been screwed over by a man that already has a wife and a girlfriend and is looking to emasculate them. That’s when I waltz in, take them back to a hotel, tie them up and take multiple photos with a Polaroid and rob them of their dignity and clothes while I make my way to the unsuspecting wife and girlfriend and inform them of each other as well as the cheating bastard of a man they are with—justice for all.
This job is going to be the best one yet, even though I know nothing about Dean Lukas and what he does, I know what he stands for as a human being. One thing I’ve discovered with suits is that they are arrogance personified. They’re the narcissistic sociopaths that run the world. They get off on throwing their wealth around in people’s faces. An act of power and virility. It’s rather disgusting and one I take pleasure in manipulating. To say that I’ve brought a few men to their knees in a weak pool of snot and tears is on another level, but this man is going to be the cherry on the cake. I’ve been waiting for that one man to give me the pleasure I’ve been searching for. The one that could give me what I’ve so longed for ever since Cameron.
I flop down into the chair next to Kerri and she fires up the Internet.
“Okay, Douchebag Dean, what do you have for us.” Kerri rubs her hands together before typing his name into the search bar.
I’m surprised I’ve never heard of this man before because it seems as if he owns the most prolific marketing and public relations company in the United States. His résumé is impressive. Coming from a poor home growing up, he received his degree at New York University while he worked and helped provide for his mother who was struggling. He struggled throughout his education, which seemed to end when he ran into a bit of luck. Right before he graduated, he was offered a coveted internship position at CK Marketing. He worked his way up before making it to Senior Social Media Marketer. He excelled at that position before he realized that he wanted to start his own business, and at the age of twenty-eight, he started Lukas Marketing & PR. The rest is history. All the articles pin him as the male Cinderella of the twenty-first century.
Being incredibly business savvy, he has managed to build a highly successful company, becoming the youngest multi-billionaire at the age of thirty-seven, with two offices in the United States, one in Canada, London, and Sydney. He’s also known to be extremely private and highly unattainable. Known as a player, he has never settled down with anybody in his years as CEO. Countless photos of a man dripping with affluence holding the hands of various models, even some I recognize. I can see why he is the titleholder of New York’s Sexiest Bachelor five years running. With wavy hair that falls a little over his deep pools of blue equating to a clear summer day, chiseled features, and a body that would put every other guy on this planet to shame, I understand immediately how he could lure poor unsuspecting women into his web. There’s an arrogance in every smirk he expertly and ingeniously shoots at the cameras. Everything about his stance and expression is calculating. It’s a way to draw you in, creating a haze in your mind that you don’t even realize is there before it’s too late.
“Are you sure you want to do the job, because seriously I would be more than happy to take your place,” Kerri gushes.
I shake my head at her dreamy eyed stare at his picture. “Yes, I’m fine. Honestly, I don’t know if you would be able to stop staring at him long enough to actually complete the job,” I comment with a light chuckle.
She ignores the slight jib and continues on scrolling through photos. Some of him shirtless and coming out of the water at the beach, some of him running through Central Park. Others have him entering and exiting a plain black car or waving to the camera at various events.
I smirk as I look on.
Oh, Mr. Lukas. You are going to wish you were never born once I’m through with you.
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