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‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Antonio will take you back to your place. I can’t have you walking the streets in this condition,’ I hid my anger behind a smile while ditching her exactly like the disposable goods she was.
I was infuriated with myself for losing control.
Sure, I only wanted to play around, but I could have done it in much more selfish ways.
At least she was smart enough to get the message and head straight to the door, leaving me in the room to reflect on the motives for why I chose to be so indulgent to her.
It was probably an aftershock from finally getting revenge on Benny. A mixture of chemical emotions that hadn’t yet dissipated from my body. It was the only reasonable conclusion I could find. The stress was leading me to make mistakes.
And my attitude towards Bea was a mistake that won’t repeat itself ever again.
Chapter 31
Ifelt stressed. Over the ceiling fucking level kind of stress.
Things were developing around me, causing my agenda to fill as microwaved popcorn exploding in its paper wrapping. And I needed to find a way to keep up.
I was thinking I would get some good night’s sleep. What a joke. Mynightlasted from one to six AM when my phone began to buzz with so many problems that one may think I was a contestant in a timed escape room. Only there was no escape. It was my life. The one that I chose, and the one that was getting the best of me.
I didn’t even know what time it was. It wasn’t till I stepped outside to get a breath of freshly polluted air that I noticed it was already evening. Toxic clouds of pollution was the best we could do around these parts. The Pit was the total opposite of the Hills in any way you thought about. Glamour meets dirt style.
Taking a look at my watch, I realized Bea was about to show up. I still had a couple of meetings before she arrived, but I needed to cut them short so I could fit her into my schedule.
Three glasses of whiskey and two idiots later and there was just time to sneak a drop of pleasure into my agenda, when an unscheduled visitor made an appearance at my door — Patrick, one of my business associates.
I wouldn’t normally receive him, but he was desperate enough to insist and I did have ten minutes to spare.
Besides, it sounded serious and I had a feeling it had something to do with a subject I’d been hearing about over the last few days — riots.
I was right, but he wasn’t bringing anything new to the table, except his own concerns... like I needed more of that. I knew better than anyone what was at risk.
Everything.
Everything that I worked for and everything I’d built.
And there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was rich. Just not rich enough to get involved in that kind of movement or control it in any way.
I could only hope for the survival of the fittest. Because when it came down to the surviving part, I could be called a top predator.
There wasn’t anything that I could do for Patrick either. The same way there wasn’t anything that he could do for me. And since his visit wasn’t of any use to me at that moment, it ended as fast as it began. Besides, I was expecting Bea to talk about her family and from what my watch was showing me,she was late.
I cared to underline that the instant she entered the door. ‘You’re late again,’ I said as I was letting Patrick out.
I was as tense as fuck and her coming in five minutes late wasn’t helping me get any more relaxed. However, I did have a way to shed a part of the stress away.
Taking a seat back in my office, I invited her to occupy herregularspot on my lap.
Despite her initialconfusion,she did understand the assignment, but to get on my nerves, even more, she was reticent to fulfill it.
I helped to clear things out, drawing her to climb on top of me until both of her legs had wrapped around my waist. Still, I needed more than just rubbing fully clothed against each other. Hell, my cock needed some satisfaction, while my schedule didn’t agree with that.
‘Not close enough,’ l raised her dress so she could properly take her rightful place above my throbbing length.
Fuck, she felt as warm as a quilt on a freezing winter’s day. The wrong comfy kind of warm. The one I could get used to.
It was supposed to be only physical pleasure, and no matter what it was that raced through the pit of my stomach, I needed to downgrade it to just that — satisfying my shaft.
My attention needed a distraction by something else. Something more physical than what was circling my mind so, I quickly focused on her dress. It wasn’t an expensive material, but it was wrapping itself divinely over her body, making me want no more than slowly watch it slide over her round breasts.
