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As the store processes the payment, Mr. Peak looks at the ring and the necklace. He tells me, “You have to feel comfortable with these diamonds. They should feel like an extension of yourself. Don’t let the diamonds carry you. You should carry the diamonds.”
I begin to walk around the store. My posture straightens out. I catch a reflection of myself in a mirror. Damn, I look good. My confidence begins to rise. Other people in the store are looking at me. Hell, they are not looking,they are gawking at me.They want to know who I am. What makes me so special to deserve all this attention.
My body surges with this energy and excitement at the thought of helping my Mr. Peak win his biggest conquest. I walk back over to my boss who signs off on the final bill. When the transaction is complete, the Cartier sales woman hands me the jewelry boxes. “Have a wonderful time in Monaco,” she tells me.
“I will.”
***
We get back to the mansion in Malibu, I carefully put away all of the jewelry except for that incredible ring on my finger. I just can’t stop staring at it. Of course, Mr. Peak and myself are not husband and wife. Our bond is just as deep. We are sexual partners. We are partners in crime. Our lives will depend on each other when we get to Monaco.
That night, Mr. Peak carries me to his bed. He looks at the ring still on my finger. “You like that ring, don’t you?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever take this off.”
My boss tosses me onto the bed and jumps on top of me. He pins me down and forces me to look him directly in the face. “Pay attention and pay attention to me very carefully. Do you know what a diamond is?”
“It’s a gemstone?” I ask nervously.
“It is the most powerful stone in the world. But it is more than simple jewelry. Turn the ring around so the rock is under your palm.”
I do what Mr. Peak says. He takes my hand, with the ring, and presses it against his own neck.
“That little ring may also save your life. Serge Molidak is known for extreme violence. That diamond will be enough to cut someone open at close range. Keep that in mind,” Mr. Peak orders as he takes my hand and presses it against my face. I can feel the stone ready to pierce my skin. I wince. Mr. Peak frees my hand just before the diamond cuts my flesh.
The surge of adrenaline rushes through me. I grab my boss and kiss him. He runs his tongue on my neck.
“I want to play with you so badly right now,” my boss growls as he peels off my clothes. Mr. Peak runs his massive hands all over my soft body. I rip open my boss’s shirt and attack him like an animal. We struggle and fight to gain control over each other. Mr. Peak grabs his belt and wraps it around my neck. As usual, my boss gets his way in bed. And I am learning to like it that way.
We don’t get to sleep until four in the morning. Bed sheets, pillows, chains, belts and handcuffs are strewn all over the master bedroom. Mr. Peak wakes me up with a nice spank on the as**s. “Wake up sleepy head. It’s time to fly to Europe.”
***
Mr. Peak’s staff packs up a SUV with all of our baggage. We take a chauffeured Maybach to the Santa Monica Municipal Airport where the Gulfstream V is fueled and ready to go. As we exit the car, I notice that my boss has is reading Sun Tzu’sThe Art of War.It’s probably a good idea to have some reading material. We have to fly to New York to re-fuel the jet. Then it’s off to Monaco.
As the staff packs up the jet, I turn on my iPad and begin to do a Google search on the nation of Odostan. It may be a good idea to research the country that I am helping to overthrow! I start off on good old Wikipedia.
From Wikipedia:Odostan (Formally known as The Republic of Odostan) is a former Soviet-bloc nation located at the crossroads of Eastern Europe and Western Asia with a population of twenty-one million people. Odostan is bounded by Russia to the North, the Caspian Sea to the East, Armenia to the West and Iran to the South. The country has been ruled by a dictator, President Yuri Molidak for the past 22 years. The main source of income for the Republic of Odostan is light sweet crude oil and is the fourth largest exporter of oil in the world.
We board the jet. I continue to read up on President Molidak. The man is 62 years old. He was the chief KGB agent for the Odostan Region during the 1980s. Today, he has a suspected personal net worth of over twenty billion dollars. Wow.
Mr. Peak notices that I am reading up on Odostan. He seems rather pleased that I am taking my as**signment seriously. I really want to impress my boss so I keep my head buried in my iPad, dutifully doing my research on the project ahead of us.
My attention turns to Sergey Molidak. Since I have to seduce this guy, I really want to know what he looks like. I do an image search and find his official photo. Well, what can I say? The guy looks like a spoiled rich jerk. He is tall and somewhat buff with an arrogant smirk on his face. He kinda looks like that frat boy you regret dating your freshman year in college.
