"No, I haven't. I will give Mr Philips a call later on but right now I have other work to do."
"Bullshit." Alarmed, I grip my desk, seeing Mr Clinton's eyes darken at the old man’s comment. Never have I seen a man change his expression so quickly, one minute, he was calm and collected, the next he was dark and dominant, even his look made me pale down and shake to the bone.
"Bullshit? you think its bullshit on how I run my company? You don't know shit! I run the shipments, I do the agreements while you shitheads hold you dicks in your hands and act as if you do all the work!" He banged his fist onto his desk, making the men take a step back, knowing they had crossed the line.
"I'm the boss, I see what goes in and what goes out of this country and that shipment should be in full profit, if it fucks up, you guys sort it out, that is what I hired you for." He did not blink once, his gaze penetrating each and every single one of them.
"But-"
"No, I have heard enough of this shit, now get out and sort it, even if you have to see Mr Philips himself." He growled before watching the men leave his office one by one. None of them made a peep. I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding and remove my fingers from my desk. The room was silent, Henry glaring at the wall ahead of him...And I welcomed the silence, not wanting to comment on the angry, but very hot man. Suddenly I press my thighs together, feeling mortified as I feel the wetness against my cotton underwear, arousal filled my blood as I was suddenly turned on by his outburst, my nipples pebbled hard against my bra, hoping that they were not visible through my dress. Never in my life have a witnessed something like that, his voice was controlling and strong, and when he cursed, it made it sound perfect against his tongue.
"I apologize for what you just saw, miss cooper. No women should see a man’s anger." I watch his look at me, his nostrils flared with adrenaline passing through his body, he loved being controlling, I could feel it, taste against my tongue, a flavour I have never tasted before, I wanted more of it.
"...Yes sir, but may I ask a question?" I said before sitting back into my chair, no longer feeling stiff and on alert.
"Yes." His answer was quick, never taking his eyes off me.
"From what I have seen the past few hours, you are not a man to be messed with, you are hardworking, you succeed in doing your job no matter how long it takes and you don’t let anybody take command." I said as I saw his shoulders relax a little.
"Your point?"
"My point is that you’re a man who does not make a mistake, plain and simple." Even when I did not understand their argument and what this 'shipment' was about, he didn't let it bother him. I watch him closely as he sits down, thinking through on my comment before nodding his head.
"Thank you miss cooper. I think I have made my decision on the job offer." His fingers rub against his shaved chin before carrying on. "You’re an independent woman, you have gone through the folders in record time and while you check each product, you even offered to get food and drink which is not in the job description." I hang onto each and every word, holding my breath until he finishes.
"I could get used to it, make sure you bring coffee every morning. Be here at eight and don't be late again." He demanded the last part, making sure I listen to every word he says, which I could never stop doing. his voice was deep and sexy, almost vibrating across the room all the way to the core of my stomach, was a pleasing feeling, something that I want to feel more of.
"Yes, sir." I grin like a fool for the rest of the morning, pleased with myself that I had succeeded at getting this job on my own, now all I have to do is please Mr Clinton and gain his trust as his Personal Assistant.
Chapter one.
Henry
I crack my knuckles, feeling the tension build up before glancing at the clock. I want to go home and have at least four glasses of strong scotch before calling it a night. Miss Cooper is nervously nibbling at her lip as she puts her pen down and relaxing against her chair, she looked just as tired as I was, but I was impressed on how much work she has done. She's a keeper for sure.
"Are you finished?" I asked, snapping her gaze from the desk to me, her green eyes penetrating me. Yeah baby, it’s just a face, get used to it.
"Yes I'm done, just need to pack away then clock out." I sit forward in my chair, wanting to ask her something, her eyes were cast own, almost in a submissive way, it made my cock thicker at the idea of her at my mercy. Shit, Henry! She's your PA for fuck sake! No mixing pleasure with work!
"okay. How are you getting home?"
"I just have to check with my father, see if he can pick me up."
"You don't own a car?" The words left my lips before I could stop them, quickly I saw an embarrassed blush creep against her rosy cheeks, she suits it.
"Yes and no. My father and I had decided to share since we cannot afford two cars on our monthly pay checks." She avoids my gaze, almost mortified by her own answer. Maybe she lives with her father? I need to check her background profile, see if she has gotten decent pay before entering this building today.
I smile at myself as an idea popped into my head. I pull out my phone, tapping away until I find my driver's name on the screen. No doubt that he would be waiting for me downstairs to take me home at this time of every day.
"Samuel, its Henry." My tone was clipped and straightforward, always meaning business.
"Sir?"
"I need you to do a task for me tomorrow morning. I have miss Cooper with me and I want you to pick her up at her apartment at seven thirty sharp." I keep it short and simple, like always.
"Yes sir, new PA?"
"Yeah, that will be all." I hung up and see miss coopers mouth hanging open, shocked at my sudden request. Her little pink tongue peaked out, moisturizing her lips, the same lips that I have imagined wrapped around the tip of my cock. I wonder if she wears red lipstick? Yes...that would be a sight I would love to see. her on her knees, red painted lips and covering my cock with the same colour as she worked her mouth until she couldn't take it any deeper.
"S-Sir, you didn't have to do that, I'm sure I can have my father take me-"
"Nonsense! It would be a pleasure and also an apology of how I acted in front you earlier. My men were out of order, as was I." I wasn't going to apologize verbally, no way in hell. I capture a small smile on the corner of her lips, something that I haven't seen on her yet. When I saw her this morning, all flustered and confused by her own arousal, even a man a mile away could taste her desire for me. She caught me off guard by her beauty, she was slender and all hips, something that I have always desired in a woman, I had to keep my composure around her. But she was a first to make me act out like this, normally I would just bend a woman at my will and fuck them over the desk, always wanting more, needing more. But I'm more of a onetime kind of man, too much baggage and way too much drama.
"Thank you." She smiled again, her pearly white teeth showing, and it made me feel an uncomfortable feeling in my chest. I give her a tight smile and a nod before she leaves, her hips swinging in a way that made me move in my seat uncomfortably. Fuck! this girl is going to be the death of me!
My door is left open, and I watch her wait in the hallway, the elevator doors open for her and she gives a quick wave before entering, then she was out of my sight. Quickly, I pull up the surveillance camera, seeing the flustering Miss Cooper fidget in the closed off box. She nervously licked her lips repeatedly before rubbing her thighs together.
yes! I made an impact on her!
Switching off the app, I swipe to my contacts and find Samuel’s name again, I press call and hear the ringing against my ear. after the third ring he answers.
"Sir?"
"I want you to do a background check on Emily Cooper and I mean everything, I don't want her to be a mole." If she was a mole, I would have to kill her.
"Yes sir, I will send you the attachment within an hour or two." he said before I hear typing on his own phone.
"Thank you and also send Jenna
a message, I want her up in my office ASAP."
"Twenty-minute wait outside sir?"
"Yes." I end the call, waiting in my chair before hearing a click of heels in the hallway. Jenna knocks before entering, her hair already done and her makeup to perfection. A tight slender hip dress showed all of her features. her breasts round and bursting to pop out. Her lips turned into a grin when she saw me.
"You asked for me sir?" I gave her a playful grin before seeing her close and lock the door behind her.
"Most defiantly." she made her way to me, her slender legs long and smooth, my hands grip her hips, feeling her heat against my skin.
"You must hungry sir, what is it that you want?" She bit her lower lip, and my thumb released it as I stood, making her neck crane to look at me.
"Right now it's hungry for your pussy." She moans with agreement before bending over my desk, her light blonde hair falling gracefully onto the mahogany wood. Her boss already instructed her on what I want every time I want to fuck. She was doing this with me for the first time, but she had done it plenty of time with others in this town. I normally don't call the agency for a call girl, but right now, I needed to release the tension Miss Cooper had started up for me. My fingers palm her ass cheeks through her dress before lifting it up. Her skin was peachy and itching to be a dark shade of pink by my hand but I need to fuck her first. A thin cotton thong was in my way, and when I pulled it to the side, I find moisture there.
"Are you wet for me?" I growled before pulling down my zipper and releasing my thick cock into my hands, it was leaking and ready for a hard fucking.
"Always." She whimpered before I fished out a condom from the drawer and ripping the foil packet. I roll it on, sheathing it with latex.
"Ready?" I pressed my tip at her entrance, feeling the slickness building there. My, Oh, My.
"Yes." I entered her in one deep thrust, her walls tightening against me as I invaded her. she felt glorious, she felt fantastic, she felt fucking amazing.
"Fuck." I cursed before thrusting deeply into her again.
"Hold on tight baby, this is going to be hard and rough." I commanded her and gave her ass a light smack as I watch her hands grip onto the table as I pounded her. Her hips trembled as she rocked her hips against my cock, her ass round and perfect, and front the angle as was looking down at her, I could easily see her wet entrance swallow my cock into her, I grinned and groaned as I saw the small hole of her anus contracting as I push in and out of her. Suddenly, an image of Emily entered my mind, invading my thoughts.
Emily was on all fours, her ass raised in the air as she pushed her chest to the mattress, her skin was a light flush of pink and paleness. I tell her to open her legs wider, showing me her glorious pink entrance, glistening and wet for me. But what got me intrigued was her delicate fingers were pressing lightly against her back side. She must have never done it there before, but as the thoughts progressed, I couldn’t hold them back.
The women were a mess before me as I entered her again and again but all I could think was of Emily.
coxing me, intoxicating me into fucking her front behind. Her eyes pleading me to take her, to have her all to myself and I did, my fingers rubbed and held her hips still as she squirmed at my touch, her soft moans echoed through me. I stood behind her, seeing Emily like this, I would lose my ability of self-control. She would be panting for me, her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes, I could not keep her out of my mind, so I did the only thing I know to solve that. I fucked to forget her.
The scotch burned down my throat and into my belly, just the way I like it. Files covered my coffee table but I didn't care at the moment, right now, all I wanted to do was read Miss coopers file. Not a single bad thing she had done in her life, good grades, good childhood but there was a couple of police photos and news articles that confused me. There was a photo of a little girl, frightened and holding onto a man’s leg, which I was assuming a policeman. Her skin was a sickly pale, her hair slightly matted and wet, almost as if she stayed in the water for far too long. Her eyes, large and green-Its Emily! I could see the resemblance almost instantly. Her lips were cracked in the photo, and too thin for a child at that age. I read the article, frowning as I do.
Emily belle cooper, had gone missing for two months after their holiday yacht had been hit by the storm, both her parents had survived before they began their search for their daughter. Emily was soon spotted after the two-month search from a local then pulled her out on the coast of Navagio located in the islands of Greece. With the worried and nervous parents of Emily, they searched high and low, including the same beach she was discovered on several times. Cold and frightened, Emily could not speak for three days under the investigation of her returning before seeing a poster on the side street of the dangerous criminal, Jon Zelena with two counts of murder and thief, Emily explained that Jon was the one who had taken her out of the sea before leaving her stranded on the beach. The investigation is still being carried on for the criminal who sails the seas.
So Emily had a bad childhood? We have something in common dearie. I sip more of my scotch, before putting down back on the table. Samael comes entering in the room, his suit clean and precise, as for me, my blazer hung over the armrest and my shirt was rolled onto the floor as I threw it off me earlier on.
“What is it?” I say as I glanced up at the young man, his expression as cold as mine.
“Miss cooper has arrived safely at her home.”
“Good, thank you.” I say before pouring myself another scotch and downing it again, I glance up, seeing him hover at the doorway, still not going away as I drink myself into the night again.
“What?”
“Sir, may I speak freely?” He asked before taking a step towards me, his gun shining from the fireplace, showing me where it was hidden on his hip. I give him a nod of approval.
“She had taken a taxi back home, I followed of course, but I noticed that I was not the only one following her. A black BMW, second hand, fake plates and I’m sure it was bought to blend in. I tracked down the driver as It took off after Emily went inside, but soon after I lost track of him.”
“It was a male?”
“Yes sir, from what I could see, he was hooded and most defiantly had a weapon for his backup.” I was always impressed by his observant skills but at this moment, I was more concerned for Emily’s wellbeing.
“Who would want to follow a nobody?” I frowned at my own question, Emily sure is something but a nobody she is not.
“She has no wealth, no history and no ex partners wanting any sort of revenge.” I look at the documents of her history, only a few details of her father and mother. No other siblings, an only child.
“Keep a watch on her whereabouts outside of work, I want to know how and why this man is following her.” I stand, taking the last of the scotch bottle with me as I take my leave to the gardens.
“Yes, sir.” I hear him say before I open the double doors to the back garden. It was dimly light, the fire burners spread out across the pathway, lightly my way to the cobblestones and the flower bushes. In the centre of it all was a large canopy, covered at the top from rain or wind, next to it was a small shed, filled with the gardening tools the people who work at my home use. I lay in the canopy, my bottle half empty on my lap as it swings me slowly. My gaze shifts to the bushes around me, one in particular by my side, the thick bush covered in my favourite flowers, white roses covered and grown perfectly to my standards, I pluck one rose closest to me, snapping the spine it was attached to.
I take a swig out of the bottle, letting my gaze drop to the rose between my fingers. Most people enjoy the colours and the look of the rose but me, I love the thorns. I love the fact that when you prick your finger, you feel the pain deep into your skin, like a spark of lightning running through it. And when you pull back, you still feel it, the after effect and the itching feeling underneath.
It the pain that keeps me driven, a reminder of what I am, w
hat I do. I was a monster, deep down I had always known this, from the first day I had killed to the day that I will die, I know that I was something not meant to be. But right now, the beast within me wanted something far more than death, more than the killing and the control. It wanted Emily, it wanted to take her and have her all to itself.
It was only for so long that I can hold my life from hers, my darkness inside me would take away her light. I hiss as my thumb pricks into the thorn, droplets of blood began to fall freely, coating the spine of the rose as it does, I grin as I felt the pain, as my grin grew wider, I could not hold back the feeling of seeing Emily flustered in the elevator, as morning comes, I know I will end up making her feel more than flustered, I will make her mine.
Chapter two
Emily
My father was acting strange,a deep frown upon his aging face as he began to pack his side bag for work. He was also quite, a worrying matter for me as I can never get him to shut up sometimes.
“Dad? Is there something wrong?” I rested against the side of the door frame, watching him closely as he began to falter his movements. He looks up, his eyes prickling with tears and his jaw set in place.
“It’s today.” He whispered, letting the tears fall freely. It was rare to see my father cry, but all I know is that he would only cry for one reason. My Mama. My angle that I will never forget. Quickly I hold my dad, feeling his arms wrap around me as his tears soaked into my dress shirt, he shook slightly, only making it worse for himself. But at that very moment, I felt guilty for not crying with him. Like him, I rarely cry at all, it only brings memories that I have locked away for a very long time.
“Are you wanting to go see her today? I can call work and not go in to go with you? “I said as I peered up at him, seeing him suddenly wipe away his tears with his sleeve. He stands tall, acting as if I never saw him cry.
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