by KC Royale
After she’d left me, he assigned one of his loyal assistants to me. He thought I was overwhelmed in my daily tasks, since there was so much going on in my life, and maybe he was right. But there was only one women who could help me, and she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I really didn’t need any help in my work or schooling. I could handle my work load, and my schooling at Yale, because there was always motivation for me to succeed. What I couldn’t handle, was knowing that Kathleen was just out there, and I had no clue what she was doing or who with. I needed to see her, but after the fourth time I attempted to see her, where she ran in the other direction once she spotted me near her dorm. I decided right then to give her some space, she obviously needed it. I knew she was under a lot of pressure, with her schooling and academic demands, but I could see that she was still hurting.
After thinking of her being all alone in New York, my anxiety eventually got the best of me, and I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I decided to have my new assistant keeping an eye on her for me. His job duties would now include watching Kathleen. While it was seemingly not a part of his job description, I really didn’t care. He was hired to assist me, and that’s what he was there to do, in any way that I needed him to. I intended for him to watch her as I saw fit, that’s if he wanted to continue to work for one of the next CEO’s in the financial world. So ever since her second year of college, she was being watched. Not only for my personal needs, but for her safety as well. I had photos of her brought to me weekly, and I always had her class schedules. I even knew when and where she would work out, and for how long. It was strange seeing her body slowly developing, over the time we have been apart, her body was truly evolving into one of a goddess.
I knew her body, just like I knew my own, but both of us were growing and expanding into adulthood rather quickly, with good dieting and exercise. It wasn’t hard to see her new curves and structure, especially with her work out attire being so skimpy, too skimpy. I always liked when she wore those little outfits in the house while she worked out. They always made me cut her workouts short, with the need to devour her whole. Sometimes she had on a small tank top and short-shorts, or tight stretchy biker shorts and a matching halter top. Or just a sports bra and spandex skirt. Hmmm… I really loved, and enjoyed those photos, when delivered to me. Her new found curves were maddening, and I was desperate to taste her. I wanted to breathe her, and feel her sweat on my naked body. I wanted to come inside her, and re-claim what’s mine. MINE!
Yes, I still crave her in every way imaginable… wouldn’t you? But in those other photos, she didn’t look as well as I would have liked her too. She looked so worn out and stressed, she was sad. The realization that it was all my fault, made me cringe inside. My assistant told me that she was almost always alone, she didn’t have a lot of friends she hung out with. She was never one to go looking for any new friend’s, parties, or new adventures, just to stay busy and open-minded. She didn’t like those kinds of distractions, and neither did I, unless it was with her. After seeing no changes in my weekly surveillance reports of her gloomy demeanor, for almost the entire four years she attended college. In that alone, made me stop the spying a few months into her fourth year at Columbia. I just couldn’t take looking at another photo or video of her moping around, looking as hurt as she felt on the inside… on the outside. Whether if she was at school, or at her parent’s house for the holidays, she was still so depressed and over thinking things. I could always tell when she would be thinking too much, whether in person, or in a photo. She was still in my heart, whether I saw her in person or not, but there was one thing missing. One thing lacking from within every photo I’d seen of her. One thing still lacking, while I watched her roam around the shops at Christmas time with her family, from the tinted windows of my BMW. It was the one thing that made her priceless to me… Her fire. There was always a fire in Kathleen, one that made her who she was. She was her own woman, no matter how young, she was free spirited and full of life. But now when I saw her, I knew she wasn’t free, and she was sailing through life on auto pilot. That fire I always loved about her was no longer there, and it was my fault. I never meant to hurt her, I never wanted to do anything to make her leave me. If only she could believe me, if only she could consider forgiving me. If only…
Chapter 12
I WANTED TO stop by and see her, whenever she was in town, while out roaming around with her mother or sister. Or out near the lake with her father or brother, but I knew it wouldn’t be wise. I knew I wouldn’t be welcomed by her, or by her family, and I didn’t want to make her cry again. I was the one who hurt her, and I would never be accepted by any of them again. I married her, and then broke her heart, and that had user written all over it, but it was far from the truth. If they only knew how much I loved her, cared for her. I would do anything to just have her smile at me again, to have her kiss me, hold me, and tell me she loved me. If she only knew how much my life still revolved around her. I ached for her, but I didn’t deserve her. I craved her, but couldn’t taste her. I needed her, but did I even stand a chance of ever regaining her, or her family’s trust again? As long as she didn’t accept me, they wouldn’t either. I really didn’t want to ruin the little breaks, she or I had from school, so I stayed hidden, and secretly watched whenever she was in town.
She had been on autopilot for the last four years, after she left me, and I was racked with guilt and anger at myself. She was right, I didn’t deserve her. I hurt her badly, and she was ruined. I ruined the only woman I’ll ever truly loved, and it hurt me, just as much as it was hurting her. I threw myself into my schooling, and company start up, with her always in mind. I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted her to still be proud of me, like she used to be, when I had nothing to show for it. But I hurt her, and that would haunt me until the day she loved me, again. By the time she reached her fourth year at Columbia, I had reached my fourth year at Yale as well. It was a very hard year with all the pressures I was under, whether in work or school, but I stayed focused and determined to succeed. With finals, and both of our graduations approaching, my company was up and running. I had my trust fund access granted early, from an early certified letter of confirmed graduation from the Dean at Yale. P2 Enterprises was now a cooperation, and I was a young CEO, with a demanding schedule that could rival that of the vice president. P2 Enterprises started in the basement of my uncle’s house three years ago, right after I’d completed my first year of college. With a small dedicated staff of five, we were working very hard, and learning as we went. Most of the staff were associates from Yale, who were just as driven like as myself to succeed. Starting out, I had three clients, who came with a strong recommendation, and agreed to a trial basis of my services, courtesy of my uncle. He had his own small firm in finances. They was a small firm, but official in their position in money management. Those three clients saw my passion and desire to succeed, and stayed with me, not returning to my uncle. They referred other clients they knew, and the cycle continued to repeat itself. By that second year, we had several contracts, and had secured potential revenues for future gains for those clients. I did my job, and I did it well, and with my impending degree in business and finance, I knew I would be successful.
After the Ponzi schemes began circulation all over the media, people didn’t really know who they could trust. As a result, small startup firms were given chances to prove themselves, and I intended to capitalize on that, with every client that came my way. We were always preparing to move and expand, and we eventually did. Our hard work was paying off, because in nearly two years of being a company, P2 Enterprises was now International. Once I secured our office space, and employee agreements from those who started with me, it was really time to join the big leagues, and move into an applicable office space.
I would normally hold my business meetings at my uncle’s office’s, or a conference center, even though most of our clients preferred video chat, but it was time now. I delayed the p
rocess of getting an office space, until I felt we were really ready as a company, to do so. It’s hard gaining respect, clients, and even harder for the international markets to trust you with their capital. I was always a go getter, and with a little persuasion and incentive, I believed that there was truly no limit to what you can do in this life. We started very small, learning the ins and outs of starting a company from the ground up. Also figuring out what we wanted to offer as a firm, to build clientele. Building relationships with the right people was essential, and after that first year we were on our way, my dream was coming true. I learned that the most important thing to do, is to start working towards your dreams. Most people have dreams, ones they think about every single day, but continue to do nothing about it. If you don’t try, and keep trying, those dreams die, and then you’re filled with regret for the rest of your life. Look at my dream, it was coming into fruition. Three clients had turned into thirty, then thirty had turned into sixty, all in that first year of being opened for business.
Four years later, and I’m still working hard every second of my days, with the same drive I had in the first days on the job. I was always working, when I wasn’t thinking or obsessing about KP. The client list continued to grow, giving us the numbers, as well as the connections to show for it. ‘Quality over quantity’ was our motto, and people loved what we stood for. So much so, that in a matter of the last several months, my client list almost doubled, and that’s when the real revenue started to come in. I was still in my last year of college, and building my global empire in the process. I always stayed focused on the big picture, and the payoff was incredible. People were beginning to trust us with even more capital, people’s and their financial future was what my company secured successfully. This catapulted P2 Enterprises into the beginning stages of becoming a Fortune One Hundred company, and we weren’t even fully out of my uncle’s basement yet. The promise to a great life was bull, you had to earn it, and invest in it with all that you had to secure that. That’s what I did in my line of work, I learned what worked, and in that, ninety-five percent of my clients were very happy. Then you have that five percent that don’t trust your advice, and wants you to go another route, and they end up losing at their own hand and expense. My clients entrusted me with various means to invest, buy, and to sell for them, amongst the many more services that P2 Enterprises now offered to our clients. There were always more prospective clients lined up here in the USA, and now more people overseas were requesting our help in various ways, so in that alone, I knew there would always be money to be made. Our reputation was steadily climbing the wall of success, and in a cut throat city like New York, that was a compliment in itself. Believe them when they tell you, that if you can make it in New York, you can virtually make it anywhere in the world. You really could, I was living proof. I had now secured my new residency in a plush condo near the new offices. I bought the entire floor which consisted of the two massive apartments that resided there. After graduation, I would be moving to New York full time, but I would keep the condo here in Connecticut. I just couldn't let it go, I didn't want to let it go… not ever.
Kathleen's graduation from Columbia was tomorrow, and my graduation from Yale was the next day. Everything was going as planned, and my team was almost fully assembled for the big move to New York. I was king of my empire, and every king had his queen, and it was time that mine made her way to her throne, and back into my arms. I was hoping that this time apart had calmed her down, and that she would talk to me. I had hoped that she wouldn’t run from me when she saw me the next time, but if she did run, I would run after her. I hoped that she would be proud of what I was doing in my career, and in me graduating from Yale in the next forty-eight hours. I was hoping that she would love the fact that I gave back my trust fund, until I was done with school, and also that I never signed her request for divorce. I hoped and prayed that she would find it in her heart, to forgive me. It was hours from her graduation, and I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to congratulate her on graduating in person, and tell her all about P2 Enterprises. I wanted to see her face to face, and give her a graduation gifts, and hold her in my arms. I didn’t have her followed for most of this last year of school, so I was starved for a glimpse of her now. I didn't want it to be in a photo, a video from a phone, or a hidden video camera. I wanted to see her face to face. I had waited long enough, and it was time to re-claim what was mine. But when my assistant went ahead of me two days before her graduation, to get a lock on her location and routines, he was in for a surprise. She was gone. She had vanished without a trace, without any forwarding address, or phone number.
After further research, he found out she’d chosen to have her degree sent to her parents’ house, and she told the university that she was leaving on assignment for her new job. She opted out of participating in the graduation ceremony. I growled in response, as he repeated what the secretary of admissions had told him, clenching my fists so tight I was ready to punch a wall. He stood there, and continued on, saying that he was also informed that she’d left campus the day prior. “FUCK!!!!!” I yelled. My assistant, Sherman, looked nervous as hell standing in my office, and he should be nervous at this unacceptable prognosis. I was in shock, I was livid… and Kathleen was gone.
Chapter 13
Two years later
“OH YEAH, BABY, fuck my mouth, hard and nasty.” She growled at me, as she ran her tongue up the length of my cock, teasing me, testing me, wanting me to stuff her mouth again. I took a deep breath, as she slowly took me back into her wet and warm mouth, all the way to the back of her throat again and again, humming her appreciation. I continued to stare out into the late night view of sprinkling lights, the lake, and the surrounding trees, while deep in thought. I stood there, with my whiskey tumbler in one hand, and my other hand tangled in the hair of the woman who was on her knees, sucking my cock. While the city slept, we were on the balcony of the penthouse suite of the Hotel Le Bristol in Paris, while she proceeded to suck me off for the third time tonight. As she did the job she was told to do, I was in deep thought about the last time I was deep inside the throat of another woman. KP. I lifted my tumbler glass of scotch, took a long gulp, and swallowed with a hiss, as I felt her throat muscles contracting around my cock. She was good, I was close, and she knew it. I growled, tightening my grip of her hair, as she gutturally moaned around my cock, making me shudder. She was a woman who liked it ruff and dirty. A woman who needed my taste in her mouth. She was a woman who craved my cock, and how it would fill her mouth beyond capacity.
Too bad she wasn’t the woman I needed. Too bad she wasn’t the woman I craved. Too bad that she would never be the woman to have me. I was already taken. I looked down at her, wishing she was Kathleen. I wished that she were here with me in Paris, sucking my cock on this balcony. But she wasn’t, I had no clue where she was, and the thought has haunted me for years now. I was never able to let her go, and even after two years of only allowing women to only suck me off. I would bask in the fact that I still hadn’t had penetrative vaginal sex since her. They were only allowed to suck, that was all I could allow to happen. Even with that, none of them could measure up to her, not in any way. The more I thought about this woman, who was sucking me off, not being the one I actually wanted touching me… I felt my anger flare. I then pulled my cock out of her mouth, and she followed it, as if I was dangling it as bait or candy, desperately needing its flavor. Needing me. “Please, I want too—.”
“Stand up.” I growled at her, and she stood shakily to her feet, and I grabbed her, I pushed her to the wall near the balcony door, facing away from me. I ran my hands all over her dress, teasing her, taunting her, until she was panting. Until she was so charged, that all she needed was just one touch to come. Once I knew she was ready, I touched her over her panties, and she cried out, moments later, she came. She moaned and panted, while trying to reach behind her to touch my cock, but I shielded her once she touched my pants. “Not tonight,” I muttered.
I was already over this, and her. I knew I’d rather have my orgasm with Kathleen in mind tonight, versus giving this woman the satisfaction she so desperately wanted.
“Pierce, did I do something wrong?” She turned and looked at me, with soft submissive eyes, and I smirked at her, slowly shaking my head. I knew she didn’t really get why things were this way between us, but I didn’t care, she knew the rules going in. I had been seeing Lydia for a few months here and there, but strictly on a sexual needs basis only. There were no long, drawn out conversations, texting, or extravagant dinners between us. When I wanted her, and she was free, I had her, case closed. She was supposed to be a onetime thing when we first hooked up, but I liked her adaptability and desire to please me. I knew almost immediately that she would be good for more, and she hadn’t proven me wrong yet. She was always clean, accountable, and ready for my call, and even though I hardly ever kept any woman on standby, Lydia was the exception… for now.