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Craziness starts… βYeah,β he says, βthis is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.β The guy is hot, Adonis style, Greek God, towering, with beautiful dark blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and a billionaire. That suit on him makes women stay at his feet. GQ magazine model. Thatβs why Jessieβs high-pitched voice has been on. βNice to meet you, sir.β I extend my hand. βThe pleasure is mine.β And I manage to take my hand back. Derek, Iβm sorry, manβ¦ Sheβs mineβ¦ Oh! Youβll be mine, babyβ¦ Donβt you worry. I have to talk to Derek to get a confession out of him and then weβre on, Angel. I see Selena coming from the other way of the hallway to the elevator, crying. She has her purse in her hand and her gaze is down. She doesnβt see me and bumps right into me in the front of the elevator. I keep still but Iβm a bit shaken seeing her like this. βOh! Sorry!β She looks at me and then at Derek and my men. βItβs alright. Something happened?β I see her eyes are red and that sheβs keeping tension inside of her. The elevator comes as one of my men has pushed the button when weβve reached the spot. She walks in, leaving us here, with her head down, not looking at any of us, pressing the lobby button, and the doors closing. I get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She wonβt escape me. |
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Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Enemies to Lovers, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with the touch of the paranormal along the series, with a HEA. |
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*This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that. *The presented book cover is a special edition one for the series made by the author for this website. |
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Icy Shots On A Hot Billionaire Series, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright Β© October 2019. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
Chapter 1 – Coffee Is A Bitch…
Selena
βJeez! Would you watch where you walk for a change?!β The hot brown content snakes down my shirt and skirt, drawing out a monster on me.
Why am I always met with such accidents?
βSorryβ¦ I didnβt mean toβ¦ I was on myβ¦ Let me help you.β A nice lady in her early forties says, flustered on the event she caused, looking for something in her purse to give me.
βI-Itβs okayβ¦ Sorry for yellingβ¦ Iβm about to have an important meeting and this happens…β I take a napkin from a near empty table and Iβm trying to clean myself a bit while the woman gives me one, too. βDonβt worry, Iβll be fine.β
βIβm really sorry. Itβs my fault. I was reading my emails and didnβt see you. Here, let me pay for the cleaning.β She gets her wallet out, trembling a bit.
Thatβs strange. I know I have a killer look when I get mad, but Iβm not a pulling-out-hair bitch. She didnβt see me? Iβm no skinny one. Iβm a 16 size for some loose βfabricsβ and 18 for others. Whateverβ¦ She looks nice and sorry.
βNo, I donβt need that. Thank you. Letβs forget about it. Iβm late for my meeting. Bye-bye.β I give her a quick smile and start to the cafΓ©βs toilet to see the damage in plain sight.
The ladyβs saying something to me in the background, but I donβt have time for other apologies and pleads for amends.
I enter the bathroom like a storm, scaring a young lady that is grooming at the mirror. I shoot a smile at her.
βSomeone spilled coffee on me.β I say like she cares about that.
She gives me a weird look, packs her things and goes out, leaving me alone.
βJesus Christ! How am I going to clean all this?β
My shirt, the front of my suit jacket, and skirt in diagonal are a mess. Iβve seen it earlier, but to see it in the mirror itβs pure horror.
My phone is buzzing.
βGreat! Just great!β I get out my phone from my purse. It is Marta, my secretary.
Yeah, Iβm a Marketing Manager at a big company, Donahue Estate Development. Itβs my first month and meeting a big client today. Heβs such a big of a client that some other four managers from our company are going to attend the meeting.
I take the call, fanning under my lips.
βYouβre running late! The client is here! Jesseβs in heats around him! The Big Wolf is asking for you to take the meeting for presentation! Where are you?β
The Big Wolf is our 34-year-old playboy CEO. A muscled model with fine Greek God features, wavy black short hair, hazel eyes and exciting every girl that lays eyes on him. Heβs always in an expensive tailored suit. Not me though. Jesse is the Planning Manager and the one that must have all the hot guys. The client must be hot.
βIβm at the coffee shop across the street. Havenβt slept all night, working. And someone spilled her entire coffee all over me. What am I going to do?β I send another look into the mirror, giving me cold shivers down my spine.
βWhat? Are you kidding? You should be here in five! Theyβre on to the meeting room!β Sheβs freaked out. If I lose my chair, sheβs out, too. I hired her.
βBut heβs earlier! Itβs seven-thirty! The meeting was at eight!β Iβm sure itβs at eight.
βI sent you a message last night. They changed it at seven-thirty. The guy is apparently besties with the Big Wolf, and they want to go and see a new land for investment together, after the meeting. Oh!β
Why am I getting angry at this pause?
βI didnβt send you the…β
βMarta?!β She always does that!
Sheβs young and sheβs learning. Sheβs 21 and having a new boyfriend. Sheβs aloof, making everything hard for me sometimes. But sheβs diligent to learn, so I donβt want to fire her.
βSorry! Iβll make some excuses and you come as fast as you can!β And she abruptly ends the call.
No, she didnβt!
My head is spinning, Iβm sweating, and I could kill someone for real at this point. Iβm still in the βtestingβ period on my position. I havenβt had problems so far, but this could be one.
I take my purse and go out of the bathroom, on through the tables, turning around some heads at my sight for how I look with all the coffee on me, and go out. I really donβt feel embarrassment at this point. I see a clothes shop nearby and thatβs my target.
βHi!β I approach the lady there who gives me a weird look all over. βDo you have womenβs suits like this one?β Iβm pointing at the one Iβm wearing.
βNot one that would be on your size, unfortunately.β I hate it when they say that. At least she doesnβt flash me the grimace of βyou are fatβ. βBut we do have some casual clothes that might fit you well.β Thatβs a savior right there. βWould you want to try them?β
βOf course! Just give them to me! Iβm pretty late for an important office meeting! I really need your help!β I kind of yell a bit because I feel like Iβll faint if Iβm too late for the meeting.
She gives me a warm smile.
βFollow me then.β She takes me to the changing room. βWait here. Iβll bring them right away. Any preferred color?β
βBlack or dark blue. Thank you so much!β I smile at her with all my face but having a drummed heart.
After a few minutes, she comes back with black leggings in an office style, a black top having a dropped cleavage, office style again, and an over the bottom black jacket with one golden button to close it. Fine material and trendy for businesswomen. I wonder if Iβll fit in those and how much are those going to cost. Never mind. Iβll try them.
I dress up in a minute, at least thatβs what I want to think it has been, and look at myself in the mirror.
βCan I see it?β The lady says outside the changing cabin. I open the door for her to give me the look. βWow! Youβre so hot in those! You look amazing! Why do you wear that ugly suit?! Thatβs a keeper on you!β She puts her hands over her mouth like she is Cinderellaβs Godmother and genuinely smiling over my transformation.
Yeah, I look pretty hot for my figure. Donβt you think Iβm the kind that has bulging fat. No. I have a defined S-shape figure (though Iβm fat as Iβm no Victoria Secret Angel), with a cute butt out, some breasts, not big ones, but theyβre there, thick thighs and nice legs overall. Iβm not a model, I know, but Iβm OK. I do have a bit of belly out.
βSo, Iβm passable?β I really donβt want to make a wrong impression in the company, going out there with my fat screaming through my clothes. I do see itβs a perfect match on me, but a second, more objective, opinion is always welcomed.
βYouβre more than passable! You look like on a magazine! But let your hair loose like this and youβre a doll!β She takes out my hair band and arranges my hair. βThere! Everythingβs perfect now!β
βGreat! I trust and thank you! Let me pay it quickly!β I give her my dirty clothes as she has asked me and go with her at the cashierβs desk.
She puts my clothes in a shopping bag, takes the tags from the clothes on me, registers and swipes my credit card. Well, office credit card. Iβll have the accountant take a hit-and-run over me, but Iβll deal with that later.
βHere you go! Wish you good luck on your meeting!β She gives me everything and smiles.
βThank you! Hope it will go well! You have a coffee from me later! Bye!β I rush out like crazy from the store and send a glance on my phone. 7:55. Shit!
In five minutes, Iβm at the elevator to go to my officeβs floor which is the tenth floor. The receptionist and the security guard say βhelloβ, but I just wave at them as Iβm super late. Finally, Iβm at my floor with Marta waiting for me at the elevator with my file and laptop.
βGive me those. Hereβs everything. The Big Wolf is upset. Iβll be there, too. Go!β She gives me a look with a smirk when she realizes what Iβm wearing and pushes me to go.
βHeβs not going to be so upset anymore.β She grins.
Heβs going to be murderous in staresβ¦ I fucking know thatβ¦ And the yelling will be presentβ¦ Itβs how he isβ¦ Itβs my fucking luck for the day seeminglyβ¦ Yeahβ¦
I go with quick steps to the meeting room, already hearing Jessieβs high-pitched voice, sweet-talking what I think is the client. I knock on the door and enter. Everyone stops talking and all eyes are on me. Derek Donahue, our CEO, has the chair with its back at the door.
βItβs about damn time youβ¦β And he turns around with the chair to criticize me but stops at the sight of me, scanning me from head to toes.
I knowβ¦ Sorryβ¦
βSo sorry. Traffic.β I ignore everyoneβs stare, and he comes back to his senses while I go to my spot.
βYeah,β he says, βthis is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.β
The guy is hot, Adonis style, Greek God, towering, with beautiful dark blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and a billionaire. That suit on him makes women stay at his feet. GQ magazine model. Thatβs why Jessieβs high-pitched voice has been on.
βNice to meet you, sir.β I extend my hand.
He takes it and stares into my eyes with those ravishing waves he has into them, not letting go. Iβm not intimidated. Jessie rolls her eyes and clears her throat while Iβm trying to have my hand back. Jessieβs sending me spears across the room at this point.
βThe pleasure is mine.β And I manage to take my hand back.
I sit on my chair, open the file, and then the laptop, starting the marketing presentation for him. Marta enters the room and sits on the chair behind me, near the projector, to work on the slide show while I speak.
I deliver all the information and I ask if there are questions or things that need to be changed. Eric is looking at me, laid back on his chair with his hand on his cheek, in a thinking pose. He has a smirk on his face. I guess heβs satisfied with the presentation.
βThatβs interesting.β Eric says looking at Derek whoβs staring at me. He does that often, but now it is longer than usual.
βWhat? Yeah. Sheβs our best.β He snaps out of whatever he has been thinking. βAnything you need a correction or addition on?β
βNo. Itβs fine. But I would want to have a word with you, alone.β He stares back at me like Iβm under a metal detector.
Take your fucking eyes off me, motherfuckerβ¦ Thereβs nothing here for youβ¦ Just sayingβ¦
βIf thereβs anything, Iβll be in my office.β I say with a professional smile, standing up and leaving Marta to pack things up. βIt has been a pleasure to work on this project, sir.β
Not really, but anywaysβ¦
I extend my hand for the final handshake.
He takes it in a strong grip, like trying to get a reaction from me. Iβm reactionless as ice.
You fucking suckerβ¦ Iβm not a sucker for hotness or moneyβ¦ I donβt give a single fuck on youβ¦ Jessie though, sheβs all there for youβ¦
βYou did a great job. Rarely Iβm so impressed.β He gives a smile, landing his gaze on my lips.
Youβre so asking for itβ¦ But Iβll behaveβ¦ Yeahβ¦ Letβs finish it alreadyβ¦
βThank you, sir. Have a good day.β I try to take my hand back while heβs resisting.
Donβt know for how long Iβll behave thoughβ¦
He lets go after a few good seconds to Jesseβs despair, who is still in the room with a short tight black dress and a white jacket on her to die for model body.
She is a Barbie doll all over. Even I, as a woman, could fall in love with her beauty. In the sense I would want to look like her. Iβm not a lesbian, though many think I am. Why? Because I donβt have a boyfriend and I always keep it friend zone for males or strictly business. I donβt have time or want for a personal life.
I walk away and straight to my office. I need to drink something cold for the heated morning Iβve had since the coffee shop till present.
Finallyβ¦ Iβm so fucking cursedβ¦ Good it finishedβ¦
My office is one with a view over New York City. I have a leather chair with a wide neat oak desk. There are a few framed posters with motivational quotes on the cream walls and a big library with books on law, management, marketing and economics. Iβm 31. I have Law school and Finance-Banking-Accounting bachelorβs degrees. I may seem I have it all, but I donβt. Iβm in huge shit and this job is the one that keeps me out of bankruptcy. Not all out, but it helps my financial situation a bit. But thatβs a story for another time.
βHey! You were awesome!β Says Marta, coming in with all the things, placing them on my desk.
Yeahβ¦ Yayβ¦ Not awesomeβ¦ I so hate everything, but I have no choiceβ¦ Youβre cute thoughβ¦ Kidsβ¦ He, he, heβ¦
βThanks. I worked my butt off for that presentation. Can you bring me some cold Diet Pepsi, please? Iβm so thirsty.β My mouth is dried out and Iβm feeling hot. I hope my blood sugar levels arenβt too high. Iβm a diabetic. Insulin dependent. Five shots a day. Stress increases my diabetesβ levels.
βYeah, in a minute. No! You looked so sexy and like a vixen! That Eric guy couldnβt take his eyes off you! And Derek, too! Ouch! I see romance!β Sheβs grinning like a high school girl.
Oh, Jesusβ¦ I know youβre a sucker for this kind of things, but itβs not MY thingβ¦
βStop dreaming. Itβs normal they were staring at me. I was delivering the presentation. Now go and give me that drink. Donβt think Iβve forgiven you for the message.β I answer my ringing phone while sheβs pouting, then puffs at me. Kids.
I know, babyβ¦ I knowβ¦ Iβm not like you to be thrilled over such occurrencesβ¦
βSelena?β Thatβs my mom on the phone. I do hope nothing happened. Sheβs tensed.
βYeah, mom. Everything okay?β Iβm trying to keep my cool, but I can feel something happened.
Hit me with itβ¦ I can take itβ¦
βSweetie? We are losing the houseβ¦β
Shit!
She starts crying on silent.
βMom! Calm down! Iβm coming over. Where are you?β Iβm keeping an outside cool, yet inside Iβm sinking.
The shit weβre in since the economic crisis, has all my family on the edge. We were rich people, at some level, not millionaires, but we had it going without lack of money. We had and still have construction companies. Small ones, but they were and are a family business. An investment project with bank loans among other such βsugaryβ, cut our throats financially and weβve lost many things. The house is next.
I saw it comingβ¦ Jesus Christβ¦
βAt home. Your dad went crazy and I donβt know where he is. He canβt take it anymore! I think heβll do something! Lord! Why is this happening to us?β
A tear escapes down my right cheek and my heart is in pieces for both my parents and for our family.
Marta comes in with my drink with widened eyes on how I may look at this point.
βCalm down, mom. I love you and everything will be fine. Dadβs going to be fine. Iβll be there right away. Wait for me, will you?β Iβm still trying to keep my cool to make my mom feel sheβs not alone and that she has a strong daughter to protect them.
Now do you understand why I give a shit on men and donβt want to get involved with them? Love is never going to help my situation, only complicate it.
βYeah. Come safe, baby. Love you.β She hangs up crying. Iβm all teary but not voicing it.
βWhatβs the matter? You look like shit. Here. Have a sipβ¦β She gives me the drink, which I take and have some. I feel like yelling and raging out loud.
This shit is never going to endβ¦.
βNothing. Help me clear all the meetings today. I have some family problems which I canβt avoid. Send on my email all the work I need to do. Please, donβt forget anything, okay?β
Nobody in the office knows about my problems. They think Iβm healthy, only fat, and living on high horses. Thatβs the image Iβve created. I stand up in a hurry and take my purse.
βWait! Derek called. He wants to speak with you. Now.β She says, but Iβm out through the door, not looking back.
When I reach the elevator, with my gaze down, I bump into someone.
βOh! Sorry!β I look at the person Iβve bumped into. Itβs Eric, followed by his men and having Derek beside him.
Iβm so fucking cursedβ¦ Should have realized since the coffee spilled on me momentβ¦ It was a bad omen for the fucked-up dayβ¦ Only oh-so-good-newsβ¦
βItβs alright. Something happened?β He sends me a worried look seeing my probably red eyes.
All the shit happenedβ¦ And you were the last person on Earth that I wanted to see right nowβ¦
βWhere are you going? Didnβt Marta tell you Iβm expecting you in the office?β Derek is both pissed and worried.
She didβ¦ But youβre not important at this pointβ¦ I give a fuck on everythingβ¦ My family comes firstβ¦
βNothing happened.β I dismiss Eric with a cold voice. βYes, she told me. I have some unexpected family situation and I have to leave for the day. You can cut my paycheck. Iβll still run all the work at home. Marta will send everything on my email. I really have to take a leave, sir. Iβm not going to wait for your approval. If you consider you want to fire me over this, you can do it. Iβll understand. Have a good day, sir.β
I donβt give a shit at this moment if I lose my job as well. If Iβm sinking, let it all sink. Why not? I can take it, right?
The elevator comes at perfect timing and I go in, leaving Derek with a dropped jaw and a whatβs-going-on expression. Eric? I donβt know. Iβve totally ignored his presence. Heβs not my boss. I go in and press the lobby button and the elevator closes with only me in it, which is great.
The shit of my life is an ongoing storyβ¦ Iβm so perfectβ¦
Chapter 2 – An Instant Wish Comes True
Eric
I walk in Derekβs company for the marketing presentation on my new project βCasablanca Redβ. Itβs a resort with a VIP club. Iβm 28 years old and took my dadβs business since I was 23. I made it to the top 10 in the Forbes list last year as one of the youngest billionaires. I like to play and party but when it comes to business, Iβm like dad, deadly and on the profit. Never mixing pleasure with business. I know Derek since I was five. Heβs like a bigger brother to me and best friend. We are both bachelors and we often hangout together.
Iβm welcomed by Derekβs staff and on to the elevator to the tenth floor where there are the managersβ offices. He said itβs a new Marketing Manager. A woman. Sheβs one of the best though sheβs not yet known on the market. I really want to see what she has for me. She had one week to work on the concept.
βHey buddy!β Derek comes to me and shakes my hand in a menβs embrace. βHope youβre not dizzy after last nightβs drink.β He winks at me. Yeah, we had a little get-together last night with some other friends. We discussed about the project and then we went loose in one of his clubs until two in the morning.
βHey! Not at all. You know me.β Iβm good at drinking and I know my limit when I have business the next day. Derek was my teacher in this among other things.
βJesse? Can you take Mr. Rodricks to the meeting room?β He asks a hot blonde with a too short dress for an office environment. He knows how to pick them. This old guy. I keep a businessman face in front of her.
βSure. It would be this way, Mr. Rodricks.β She butterflies her eyelashes at me, motioning the way with her left hand, showing me her cleavage, with a sexy smile.
βSheβs our Planning Manager, Jesse Startwust. You can go with her and your people. Iβll be there in a minute.β He smirks. I nod and follow the bombshell.
Nice legs, vixen, but a bit of a flat ass. Luckily, you have a comeback with your cleavage.
While I walk to the meeting room, guided by the blondie like sheβs on a catwalk, I hear Derek yelling.
βMarta?! Whereβs Selena?! Sheβs not in the office!β
I slow down my pace to eavesdrop whatβs happening.
βSir, sheβs on her way. I-Iβ¦β
Come on, Derek! Youβre frightening the girlβ¦
I grin.
βYou what?!β He is pissed.
Does she do that often? Never seen Derek so angry on an employee. Maybe itβs personal.
She doesnβt say, but she repeats the βI-I.β
βWas she on a date last night and didnβt hear the alarm going off or something?β Yeah, itβs personal alright. I would love to meet the woman that can make him lose his control like this.
βNo, sir! She takes work seriously! You know that! Iβm at fault!β Her voice is trembling but gets it out strong in that womanβs defense.
βAt fault? What for? What did you do?β His anger is decreasing a level.
βIβm sorry, sir! I forgot last night to send her the change of the meetingβs time! I have only now spoken to her on the phone and realized I didnβt. She is really upset on me. But sheβs coming! She is at the coffee shop across the streetβ¦β I like her assistant. She takes the blame for her boss. Hard to find one nowadays.
βSheβd better not keep us waiting for too long!β The last thing I hear before entering the meeting room.
Hot Jessie is sitting next to me, presenting me the concept that woman created. She tries to get touchy and all to get my attention.
I can get one like you ten times a day if I want. Iβm fed up with girls all over me. Youβre trying way too hard and itβs not working. I know your type. I have a long trail behind me. I wish there was a woman that would have no reaction at me and not be a lesbian for a change. That would be really interesting.
βSelena is so late! That fatty ass!β Puffs with fakeness Jesse, checking her phone to see the time. βIβm sorry, Mr. Rodricks. Itβs slipped my tongue.β
Yeah, itβs slipped alright. And you didnβt want it at all.
βItβs fine. The concept seems catchy from what Iβve seen. I can wait.β She starts fidgeting at my words. I think she has expected me to have an aggressive reaction. I would have if the previous Derekβs scene didnβt pick my interest to meet the woman Selena.
Derek comes in with other three managers. The project manager that I know for some years from another project, Dave, the financial manager, Kevin, which I also know, and the design and IT manager, Bob. None that I donβt know of except for Jesse and Selena. Jesse was at other branches until a few months ago, and Selena is the newest in the company.
I look at my watch. Itβs eight. Derek is saying something to Kevin but visibly irritated on Selena for being late. Jesse is trying a failed move on me while a knock on the door and an appearance make everyone silent. Derek is the only one vocalizing as he is with his back at the door.
βIt is about damn time youβ¦β And he turns around with the chair to see her but mute at her sight for a good minute. Iβm too staring at her.
Sheβs not skinny as Jesse said, but I donβt find her fat. Sheβs having all the right curves in all the right places. Her wavy dark blonde hair goes on her back like the Little Mermaidβs. With those jade eyes, long lashes, thick eyebrows, perfect lips and sexy ass black attire, she has me on the spot. And she wears no make-up. Sheβs a natural beauty. Sheβs not my type, but sheβs all the type I want right now.
Derek, Iβm sorry, manβ¦ Sheβs mineβ¦
βSo sorry. Traffic.β She excuses herself, not blaming the assistant.
βYeah,β he says, βthis is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.β Derek makes the presentations and I stand up without controlling my body. I never stand up if I get seated, especially for someone who got late on me on business. This time is different.
βNice to meet you, sir.β She extends her hand, looking at me straight in the eyes, with that penetrating look, icy, but professional.
I canβt help but imagine her in my bed and run wild, staring in her eyes. No reaction from her. Sheβs like seeing a wall. Sheβs not impressed by me like Jesse is. I donβt think any woman has given me the cold shower. Maybe sheβs lesbian? Donβt think so. If she were, Derek wouldnβt be like that. I stop my train of thoughts when I realize sheβs trying to retract her hand.
βThe pleasure is mine.β I release my grip, and she retracts her hand. She sits on her chair, opens her file and then her laptop.
I sit back on my chair, lay back, and keep my eyes all over her. She starts the presentation, but I canβt focus on what sheβs saying. First time happening to me. If it were Jesse speaking, I would have no problem concentrating. This one has a leash on me. Why?
Is she Derekβs woman? He didnβt say anything to me. Yet, he looks at her like she is. Domineering over her. Thatβs why heβs not dating anyone for the last month? Tired for dating because of business, huh? Business my ass! But sheβll be in my bed soonβ¦
She finishes the presentation, which I havenβt heard any of it as Iβve been eye-glued to her, with a smirk plastered on my face.
βThatβs interesting.β I say, taking my eyes off her and into Derekβs direction. He continues to eat her with his eyes. Heβs now pissing me off.
βWhat? Yeah. Sheβs our best.β He finally breaks the staring, making me growl inside. βAnything you need a correction or addition on?β
βNo. Itβs fine. But I would want to have a word with you, alone.β I look back at Selena, with fiery eyes.
Oh! Youβll be mine, babyβ¦ Donβt you worry. I have to talk to Derek to get a confession out of him and then weβre on, Angel.
βIf thereβs anything, Iβll be in my office.β She gives me the cold business smile, standing up and leaving.
Not for long, baby⦠Not for long.
βIt has been a pleasure to work on this project, sir.β
The pleasure hasnβt begun yet. Weβll work on that later.
She extends her hand for the final handshake and I take it strongly, to have a profound touch of hands. Her eyes are cold. It doesnβt excite her in any way. No tremble, no spark in her eyes, no nothing.
She provokes me I see.
βYou did a great job. Rarely Iβm so impressed.β I smile at her and from looking into her icy jade eyes, I land on her natural rosy lips that I would devour here and now.
βThank you, sir. Have a good day.β She tries again to retract her hand but now Iβm the one provoking her, and not letting go. Her eyes get irritated but not in the way I want. I let go.
She walks away leaving me and Derek alone. Jesse is still hovering around, and I think Selenaβs assistant, who is packing the stuff.
During the entire meeting I swear there wasnβt anyone around us besides Derek who has been walking on my Alpha nerves. Iβm way wealthier than him, younger and a lot more attractive. I love the guy, but here I wouldnβt let go.
Marta excuses herself. Derek tells her he wants Selena in his office to talk. She nods and goes to Selenaβs office. He then sends Jesse off. She doesnβt want to go but she follows the order and shuts the door behind her.
βTell me, bro. Are you in a relationship with the Marketing Manager?β I ask directly with my Alpha male look on.
βWhat? Whom?β He blabbers. I havenβt seen him like this. Ever.
βSelena. Are you two dating?β He looks at me, taken aback by my blunt questions.
βWhat makes you think that, Eric?β He clenches his jaw and becomes rigid, laying back on his chair as I do on mine.
βYou only have eyes for her.β I have a strong glare at him.
βNo, I donβt.β He denies and keeps a poker face.
βFor how long is she working for you?β I continue my interrogatory.
βFor about a month. Why?β Something is up with him. He never hides things from me.
βFor about a month, youβre not dating anyone. Having something to confess to me?β I smirk.
βIβm not dating her. Iβm not dating anyone. Any other questions? We should go see the land. But wait for me downstairs. I need to talk to Selena about something.β He stands up, avoiding my questions, obviously. I think heβs not dating her, but he would want to. So, Iβm not taking his woman. Thatβs a relief.
βOK. Letβs go then.β I stand up as well and we go back through the hallway to the elevator with my men following us.
I see Selena coming from the other way of the hallway to the elevator, crying. She has her purse in her hand and her gaze is down. She doesnβt see me and bumps right into me in the front of the elevator. I keep still but Iβm a bit shaken seeing her like this.
βOh! Sorry!β She looks at me and then at Derek and my men.
βItβs alright. Something happened?β I see her eyes are red and that sheβs keeping tension inside of her. She wants to cry out loud but struggling to control. Iβm checking her out with my eyes to see if sheβs hurt or something.
βWhere are you going? Didnβt Marta tell you Iβm expecting you in the office?β Derek yells at her but heβs checking her out as well. Heβs worried.
βNothing happened.β She says to me without even looking at me. βYes, she told me. I have some unexpected family situation and I must leave for the day. You can cut my paycheck. Iβll still run all the work at home. Marta will send everything on my email. Iβm not going to wait for your approval. If you consider you want to fire me over this, you can do it. Iβll understand. Have a good day, sir.β Though she is on the edge, she keeps her professional with a strong stand.
She sure is something.
The elevator comes as one of my men has pushed the button when weβve reached the spot. She walks in, leaving us here, with her head down, not looking at any of us, pressing the lobby button, and the doors closing.
I signal my men with my fingers, without Derek seeing me, to follow her. Something is on and I have the urge to find out what it is. I need that. I want that.
βDerek? Iβve just remembered I have something urgent to do. Can we have a raincheck on seeing the land?β
βWhat? Yeah, sure. No problem. Call me.β He is thinking at what Iβm thinking.
βAlright. Talk soon then.β I nod at him and get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She wonβt escape me. Iβll find out.
Chapter 3 – Family Crisis
Selena
I reach downstairs with one thought in mind. I need to be strong and kick ass. Mom and Dad need me. Iβm the only one they have. Iβm an only child and now I have to play the man in the house again.
I take a cab that has conveniently dropped someone in front of the company and tell the driver the parking area I left my car at in the morning.
I reach there in about 15 minutes, pay the man and stroll fast to get my car. Nobody knows I own a car or anything about me, thatβs why I donβt drive my car at the companyβs parking area for employees. They donβt have to know things about me. Iβve got things to find out, and Iβve left some things out of my CV and life story among the employees and boss.
My black BMW sports car awaits. Yes, I was rich, remember? Itβs a ten-years-old model, but still turning heads at its sight on the road. Itβs among the only things Iβve got left from the financial hit. And our home.
I place my purse in the trunk, get in and start the engine, and like a fast and furious driver, aim my home. Oh! Iβm very skilled with driving. Donβt worry. My house is out of New York City, in a quiet suburb area on a lake across a beautiful forest, two hours away from the city. Itβs dreamy there, silent, a man-to-nature connection, and the only house we have left to live in. It is a small, cozy white villa of two floors and an open attic, with a beautiful garden and a large swimming pool. I used to be an athlete in my teens, so my dad built me a professional swimming pool to practice there, daily. I was a tennis player, swimmer, basketball player and hockey player. Dad was into sports, as a former football player until his twenties, resulting him into getting me into all fields he could. He wanted a boy. I loved to please him, and I loved sports, hence I did them all until about fifteen. The swimming pool is in ruins now for about nine years. Hey! It costs a lot to maintain it every year!
The trip to home seems like forever. Halfway in, my gas signals it needs a refill. Shit! I stop at the nearest gas station for a refill. I get down, an employee comes to fill it. I go in to pay and decide to buy a few packets of cigarettes. Iβm out of them and Iβll badly need a lot for whatβs coming.
While Iβm at the cashierβs, I observe two men in black suits and white shirts, with black shades, entering, pretending to look on the shelves, but I feel they are watching me. Something is off. I remember Iβve forgotten to take a drink for the road, when my mouth instantly dries out, and start to the cold drinksβ fridge. I grab a Diet Pepsi can and they are cornering me, but still pretending to have no connection to my presence here. I ignore them, go back to the cashierβs desk and pay for everything. I go back to the car, tip the man who helped me fill the gas and βThank you! Have an easy one!β and get in.
When I start the engine, I observe three black SUVs parked, the men in black coming out and on to the nearest. I have another fast and furious drive and off on the road after I make sure no cars are coming.
I open my Diet Pepsi and have a sip while I have my music out loud in the car. Itβs Lady Gagaβs βDo What You Want To My Bodyβ and I drive gangsta style with my left hand on the wheel. I divert my mind from those guys which I see are after me. I care less. Iβll deal with that later, if itβs necessary.
After another hour, I reach at my beautiful home which Iβve missed a lot after last monthβs decision to move in the city for the job. I look into my rear mirror and see the cars have stopped following me.
βYou guys are pros. You know when to get low I see.β
I break in front of the house, stop the engine and get down, taking the bag with the cigarettes, my Pepsi and then my purse from the trunk. I open the gate and go inside.
Be cool, Selena! Youβve got everything under control! You need to be strong for Mom and Dad! Weβve got this!
Iβm greeted by Tommy, my white fluffy Persian cat with a meow, I pet his head, and enter the house. Mom is sleeping on the couch. She looks as if her life has been sucked out of her being. My heart shatters into pieces.
She feels my presence.
βSelena?β She stands up while I go to her in a big bear hug, kissing her forehead and then her cheeks. She hugs me back.
βYeah, mom! Your knight in shining armor is here!β I let her kiss me too after she releases a smile.
βThe papers we received are on the table. We have two months to evacuate the houseβ¦β She sobs. Sheβs a strong woman, with black long hair, green eyes, 61, pale skin, and a lioness, but the last sixteen years broke us one by one.
I walk to the table and open the papers to read them. Two months. Weβve lost the house. They say that if we pay three million dollars in full by the end of first month, which is all we owe in debts, we can keep it. My car is off the hook as itβs owned by one of the companies I still run. But itβs a small company, and things are not going well enough in the constructions for petite companies.
βWhereβs dad?β I ask mom while having my back at her, reading every single line of the notice to see if thereβs a loop somewhere that I can use tomorrow morning, when Iβll pay the bankβs manager a visit.
βBabyβ¦β She begins crying out loud, making me turn around with wide opened eyes and a bit of gap between my lips.
βWhatβs wrong?β I rush to her, trying to calm her down.
βMichael called. Dadβs having problems with the workers. He didnβt pay them because of the client. He hasnβt wired the money and Dad is threatened by them to be killed. I was so freaked out that I stayed on the couch crying and somehow fell asleep, but I think I fainted.β Tears are pouring down her sucked cheeks.
FUCKING FUCK! JESUS!
βWhat?!β I rage but take away her tears with my fingers. Michael is dadβs right hand, but heβs not a strong man. Heβs weak. When youβre not Donahue Estate Development, you donβt have money for best employees. Instead of calling me, he called mom.
That fucking asshole!
βShhβ¦ Everything is going to be fine.β I rub her back. βWhere is the site?β
βItβs the new clientβ¦β She sobs.
I know where that is. Twenty minutes from here.
βOK. Mom? Look at me. Iβll go there and Iβll get dad, and with the house, Iβve got everything covered. Okay?β I stare into her eyes to let her know Iβm on it and chill. I lie, of course, for the house part, but not for dad.
βNo! I donβt want you to get hurt, too! Please!β She pleads, holding my hand.
Like anyone could hurt meβ¦ Iβll put everything back in orderβ¦ Iβm fucking Selena Dutchmondβ¦ Nobody fucks with my assβ¦
βIβll be fine. Donβt you trust me?β I smile at her.
βYes, butβ¦β She doesnβt let go of my hand, but I force her gently.
βIβll be back, but dad will be first to come home. I have another stop to make.β I kiss her forehead, send her a warm smile, and let her say to me to be careful.
Iβm always careful, momβ¦ Worry for the othersβ¦ Once Iβm thereβ¦
I storm out of the house. I think I have a mad look and grimace.
No one touches Daddy! No one is taking my house! The losses end here!
I get in the car and I pull a race stunt to get from the spot my car is on, and off to the site where it will get messier when I reach there.
You guys threaten my dad? Youβre fucking with me nowβ¦ Iβm already in a bad moodβ¦ You motherfuckersβ¦
When I approach the site, I see a riot and Dad is in the middle of it, with Michael behind him, doing nothing much. Dad is trying to calm everyone down, but they sure look angry.
You guys have chosen such a bad day for thisβ¦ Fucking Eric Rodricks and his fucking projectβ¦ Fucking coffee accident morningβ¦ Fucking EVERYTHING! Oh! Iβll so fuck you guys if you donβt play niceβ¦
I enter the site with speed, roaring my car when I reach the area my dad is on, and push the break right behind him, making everyone stop and step back. My music is playing at maximum. I stop the carβs engine and get down, fuming. Luckily, I always wear flat shoes from a deadly surgery on my foot from five years ago, as the site is bumpy for heels.
βWhatβs happening here?β I ask on an authoritarian tone, looking at my father. βMr. Dutchmond?β I call him on his family name as he is one of my employees. I do this to get everyone silent. In business we are not family. At home we are.
Hit me with the shit to unleashβ¦ I need to fuck someone right now for everythingβ¦ Give me reasonsβ¦
βSelena? Whatβ¦?β He doesnβt get to finish as one of the men yells at me.
Reason number oneβ¦
Dadβs face is darkened and tired. Heartbreak after heartbreak on my heart.
Donβt worry, dadβ¦ Iβm hereβ¦ As alwaysβ¦
βHe stole the money! He didnβt pay us! We either get our money or he doesnβt get out of here in one piece!β The man says who as many constructions workers has a built figure and a bull stare.
Youβve got some balls right nowβ¦ Mine are bigger, assholeβ¦
βHey! What did you say?!β
DONβT FUCK WITH ME! BAD DAY ON THAT!
I rage at him and I get one inch away from his face. My stare at him fires through his eyes making him hold his breath. He is half a head over me but gets a halt in his hysterical argument against us.
Good boyβ¦ Play niceβ¦
βLet me hear it one more time! Donβt look at me that Iβm a woman! Iβll broom the entire site with your ass!β I donβt break the eye contact. Itβs a battle right there between our eyes. My stance is like a pissed lion.
He lowers his eyes.
βIβm sorry, Madam. I-Iβ¦.β He gets back to his senses.
Youβre sorryβ¦ Of course you areβ¦ Fucking fuckβ¦
βYou what?! Arenβt you ashamed of yourself?!β I verbally attack him now. βThree months ago, we gave you advance money because you had your daughter hospitalized! We were human with you! We said we will not take them back and turned it into a sponsorship for you to not have your monthly salary cut and left with no food on the table! Is this how you repay kindness? And you!β I turn my eyes to the one behind him. βHavenβt we helped you find a home and paid for the rent without affecting your pay when you were kicked out of your house? And you!β I turn to the one beside the first one. βHavenβt we helped you with supplies for your newborn? And you all!β I motion my hand in their direction. βHow much kindness and generosity have you all received from our company and family to get by your own hard times?!β
They all subside and lower their heads.
And youβre threatening me?! Youβre not threatening dad! Itβs I who you guys are attacking!
I make a step back to gasp them all with my sight.
βThe client hasnβt paid yet! Itβs not stealing your money! Iβll deal with the client after I walk out of here! You are all paid until these two weeks! Does it hurt you to wait for a few more days? You know we always pay!β I rage once more, fire coming out from my eyes.
Donβt worry! Iβll fuck him if he doesnβt pay!
βWeβre sorry, maβamβ¦ We were afraid we wonβt be paidβ¦β Says one of them on a low, submissive voice.
βAnd why is that?β I growl.
βThe clientβs assistant said he wired the money last week and he was surprised we didnβt get paid. We know you have debts and we thought youβll run with our hard-worked money. We havenβt seen you for the last month, soβ¦ We apologize, maβam.β He is sincere. I can see that.
Oh! That fucking assistant and his fucking mouth! If he said that, it doesnβt mean itβs true!
βThough I understand and accept your worries, you should know we would never do that.β I say on a calmer voice. βAnd what that man said is not true. What is true is that we havenβt received the money, but Iβll get it.β I look at all of them, seeing their faces relaxed and accepting of what I say. βNow. If I hear one more time of such accusations or threatens to Mr. Dutchmond or I, or to any boss you have over you, Iβll have my way with you and make you pay back for what you touch!β My eyes are dragons spitting fire at them. βAnd donβt think itβs just words! I can beat your asses any time, easily! Donβt provoke it to see proof of it! Get back to work and let me worry and solve the money problem! Go!β And they all say βyesβ and go back to work.
My fucking blood sugar is killing me right nowβ¦
βMichael.β I fire him with my eyes. βGo and do your job watching over them. Weβll have things to discuss tomorrow.β
βYes, Selena.β He retreats to the working site leaving me and dad alone.
Dad is idle. Heβs just standing there, pale and weak. A state that I got used to for the last 16 years. He is tall with athletic constitution, wavy dark blond hair. But his brown eyes are opaque.
βDad?β
βYeah.β He replies on a dry, decreased voice.
Donβt do this to meβ¦
βAre you OK?β I go in front of him.
βYeah.β Same voice.
Shitβ¦
βWhatβs the matter?β I put my hand on his shoulder.
βI think I lost my touch. Everything is falling apart. Iβm worthless. Canβt do anything. Iβmβ¦β I interrupt him.
βDad! Youβre not! Youβre just tired.β I give him a tight hug and rub his back.
Iβll solve everything as alwaysβ¦
βWeβre losing the house, babes…β He starts sobbing on a low tone, on my shoulder, hugging me tight in return. βI didnβt want any of this! I just wanted to make sure you have an easy life unlike me and your mom.β He is losing it. βIf only I didnβt make you sign the loans with us, we wouldnβt be in this state right now. Iβm sorry, babes. Iβve ruined your life and your future. I canβt face you or your momβ¦β He has lost it.
βDad! Chill! Everything will work out! Trust me! As long as us three are alive and well, we can overcome everything! Alright?β I shoot him a warm, confident smile, making him relax a bit.
Just let me solve itβ¦
βLove you, babes.β He kisses my cheek and hugs me.
βLove you too, dad.β I kiss him back. βYour son is here with you! No worries!β I wink at him, making him laugh and shine his face a bit. He always says that I worth to him as much as five sons and one daughter.
βMy baby. Dad loves you so much and it pains his heart to get you through all this with this old man in front of you.β His eyes are watery again.
βDad! Youβre not old! Youβre only 56! Youβre as young as it gets!β I kiss his cheek one more time as he smiles.
βYou always know how to make me feel better.β He holds my hand with sad eyes.
Donβt punch my heart, dadβ¦
βYou know what, daddy?β I raise one eyebrow.
βWhat, babes?β He waits.
βIβll have Michael send you home and Iβll be back in about 3-4 hours in time for dinner. How does that sound?β I hold his hand.
βI still have to work, babes.β He argues.
βNo. Today I work in your place. Let me do this. Mom is a mess. Go home and support her. I canβt wait to eat homemade food again! Please? Deal?β I butterfly my eyelashes at him and pout.
βOkay, baby.β He gives a sigh.
βMichael!β I yell at him on a strong voice and motion him to come.
He is far from us on the working plot. He nods and starts to us in a hurried pace. Heβs relatively tall, black hair and eyes, skinny, and around 45 years old. Heβs an engineer but not as experienced as my dad, who is also an engineer by profession.
βYes, Selena!β His gaze goes from me to dad and then back at me.
βTake dad home for the day. Come back. That discussion for tomorrow is going to take place when you return. Okay?β I have a serious look in my eyes, but the anger has put its paws off me.
βSure. Terrence? Letβs go.β He says to my father who is still idle.
Shit! Itβs gonna be a long one this time. I need to stay for a few days.
βYeah. Bye, babes. Iβll wait for you at home. You be careful, alright?β He cups my left cheek and then strokes my head.
Always crazy and careful, dadβ¦
βSure thing, dad.β I smile and motion him βgoodbyeβ while he furthers away from me as I lean my back on the door of my car.
I have a strong urge to smoke. My nerves are so tensed that the vein on my neck is booming. I open the car and take out my purse, get a cigarette and light it. I see my phone in the car and observe I have some icons on it.
Great!
I take the phone and close the door, lean back on the door, and browse the phone while smoking. I know itβs bad for health! But I donβt have other vices and working on getting rid of this one too.
As it was on silent mode, I havenβt checked it.
Jeez! 50 calls from Derek, 78 from Marta, and a bunch of text messages from them and some emails. Have they gone crazy? Iβm out for only a few hours and have announced my departure.
As I start reading the messages, I lose my balance for a second and get dizzy, having my vision a bit blurred. A shock wave crosses through my being and my heart stings for a second. I grab the top of the car with my left hand and shake a bit my head. My heartbeats increase, and my breath gets labored.
βShit!β
I throw away my not finished cigarette and put the phone on the top of the car, holding the carβs top with my two hands and working on my breathing.
Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth. Slowly. Thatβs it.
I say to myself having my head down and eyes closed. Itβs my diabetes. Whenever I stress myself like I did before, my diabetes reacts. Hope there arenβt any other problems.
βFuck!β
I forgot to take my lunch insulin shotβ¦
I get the phone and go inside my car, close the door and take my purse. I forage in it to find my insulin pen. I see it and take it out. I raise my top to reveal my belly, open the pen and deliver the shot. I take it out after 15 seconds, put it back and snatch a wrapped piece of bread that is in my carbsβ meal for lunch. I eat it pretty fast and wait for about 10-15 minutes. My forehead gets tensed and the sides of my head.
Yup, it went up.
I decide to spare Michael today. Iβm already worn out. I start the engine of my car and drive backwards, stir the wheel to the right to turn, break, stir the wheel to the left and go for the exit. I have some other place to go.
Letβs see how we can go about to solve some shitβ¦
Chapter 4 – Whoβs That Woman?
Eric
βAlright. Talk soon then.β I nod at him and get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She wonβt escape me. Iβll find out.
I reach downstairs and motion my hand at my official limo to go, while two out of my three black SUVs, packed with bodyguards, come to pick me up per my orders. I hop in the first one.
βRyan and Luke are on her steps boss. She took a cab. Weβre on it.β Says my top bodyguard, the one that is always my shadow. Iβm versed in martial arts, street fights and practically everything there is out there. However, there are times when I want to get loose and thatβs when he comes in.
βI want her complete file in ten minutes.β I order while the car is already tailing the one sent after Selena.
βYes, boss. I have already requested it when I saw you slow down the pace on the hallway before the meeting.β Justin knows me the best. He knows what I want, when I want and how I want it. Thatβs why heβs my personal bodyguard and right hand for the last eight years. Heβs three years older than me and we get along like best friends, though heβs my employee which I pay handsomely. He deserves every penny.
βGood job!β I lightly hit his shoulder twice from the back of the car and he sends me a smirk in the rear mirror.
That devil! He knows my ways! Gotta love him!
I see Selena get down from the cab in front of a paid parking area. We go after her.
βWhat is she doing here?β Curiosity builds up in me. Sheβs aiming a black BMW sports car.
Is she meeting her boyfriend or something?
Blood is boiling through my veins at the thought, so I ban it from my head. To my surprise, she gets in it and drives off like a pro at a race.
Wow! Sheβs got some skills to exit like that from a parking lot. I like her! Baby? Iβm for long runs, too. Just you wait until I have my hands on youβ¦
We continue to follow her closely. All my three black SUVs. The one Iβm in is now leading the others. I want to see everything.
Justin receives her file on his tablet and passes it to me.
βSheβs one badass woman, boss.β He chuckles. βShe fits you well.β
I look at him, grinning, and I take the tablet. I browse to her entire file. Sheβs 31, Aquarius, has eight companies under her name and familyβs. Seven went into bankruptcy at the economic crisis. Sheβs got some impressive academics. Lots of sports she practiced until fifteen. I bite my lower lip when I see hockey among the sports. She was at the juniorsβ national team.
Sheβs rough. I so love that! Mmmβ¦
She participated in some illegal races when she was 19. Drifting. No charges pressed.
Sheβs a rebel, too.
When I reach the financial status, I see my advantage on her. Three million dollars in debts, her house has just been seized by the bank. She needs to pay in one month from now, if she doesnβt want to lose the remaining house they have as property. In two months, she needs to evacuate the perimeter with her parents, if not paid. Thatβs my leverage right here.
I check if she has been married. The answer is no. No official boyfriends.
Canβt stay in a serious relationship, huh?
I smirk.
She loves to play, I guess, and walks out when things complicate. Perfect!
I reach the medical part. This is when things pinch my heart without understanding why. Sheβs diabetic since 16. Insulin dependent. Had a bad foot surgery, five years ago, from an infection that almost took her life. Eight months in bed to recover. Doctors didnβt give her chances, yet sheβs one furious driver and on her feet wild woman today. My eyes get watery for a short moment after I read this part of her losing her life. This has never happened to meβ¦
What the fuck is wrong with me?
βJustin? Help me buy her property from the bank and pay all her debts. Name me as her creditor. I want her submitted to me. We will talk later the conditions on paying me back.β I say with a devilish smile and give back the tablet.
βYes, boss. Iβm on it.β He takes the tablet. βI guess weβre headed to her home. She was announced about the bank making the next move.β
βYeah. I guess so. Thatβs going to be a two hoursβ drive, boys. Cancel my agenda for the next few days and rent us something near her location. Make all the necessary arrangements. I want everything ready when we reach there.β I lean on my back, putting my shades on and have my eyes on her car. βTap her entire estate until we reach there. I want to know and see everything.β
βYes, boss.β Justin says and starts following my commands.
After an hour, I see her pulling over at a gas station. We pull over as well. Justin and Rick get down and go inside to watch over her. I wait in the car.
What am I doing for a woman I have just met? I must be crazy. Itβs not my style to go through too much trouble to get what I want. Iβve never done thisβ¦ But every move she makes and everything I discover about her, provokes me. And she doesnβt even know yet. When sheβs got down the car with that fine ass and fluttering hair, Iβve been so turned on that Iβm barely keeping my cool not to go and kidnap her. Another thing that Iβve never doneβ¦ Something must be so wrong with me, but I canβt help itβ¦
She gets out of the gas stationβs store, tips the man who has filled her car, smiles at him and says something to him. Then she gets in the car and drives away in her unique driving style.
Has she just smiled at that man?! No, you havenβt! Iβll have you punished for that! You didnβt smile at me like that when we met!
My body is tensed and flushed with a feeling I donβt recognize. Jealousy? I have never been jealous beforeβ¦
Jason and Rick come back in the car and Rick starts the engine to follow her further.
βI think sheβs sniffed on us, Eric.β Jason reports.
βWhat do you mean?β My eyebrows are up.
βShe looked straight at us. Then decided to ignore us and went to take a drink from the fridge. She paid for the gas, drink and cigarettes.β He looks at me in the rear mirror to see my reaction.
βIt doesnβt matter. Sheβs going to find out soon anyway. When sheβll meet the creditor.β I wink at him and have the devilish smile plastered on my face. I always get what I want no matter the means. Sheβs no exception.
The next hour goes by faster than Iβve expected. We know we are almost at her address, so I signal the guys to take it low. She doesnβt have to be certain at this point. Let her have a βwhat ifβ moment. I want her scared a bit. Anyway, I have all her house inside out tapped with audio-video equipment by now. Everything happening in there is live streamed to my phone.
We reach at the rented house, five minutes away from hers. I canβt help looking around how breathtaking the location is out here. The lake is like in magical books, the forest towers it and mirrors its beauty. The silence of out of city is soothing to my ears. The air is strong and calms my nerves. I go in a similar looking house to hers and straight to the main bedroom. I need to take a shower and change. Girls always chat a lot, so I have time. I donβt think sheβs leaving the house any time soon.
βSheβs in the house, Eric.β Says Justin who has access to the streaming, too. βYou really want to do this?β He looks at me with a meaning. βDonβt play with her, Eric. Sheβs got a lot on her hands and seems a nice person. I donβt think sheβs going to be happy with a broken heart.β He gives me the look of a worried man for my further actions. He knows I play with them and then leave them behind. And no, Iβm not the βhaving a girlfriendβ type. Iβm a one-time man.
βFirst time in my life hearing you speak like this for one of my women.β I study him.
βDonβt know, man. She seems different. Personally, I wouldnβt want to see her hurt. Thatβs all Iβve got to say. You do what you want. Youβre the boss.β He leaves the room.
I sit on the bed and loosen my tie. I enter the access code on my phone and see what sheβs doing. Justinβs words are on my mind.
βThe papers we received are on the table. We have two months to evacuate the houseβ¦β Says an older woman, sobbing, who I think is her mom. Beautiful woman even at her age.
Selena goes to the table where her mother pointed at. I can see each room and angle of the house and courtyard. I take the images and audio through satellite. Among my companies, I have an intelligence and security one, too. One of the biggest worldwide.
Sheβs having her back at her mom, but I can see her face. Sheβs reading carefully the document. Her glare goes from shock, to biting her lower lip, and then a poker face. βStop reading, baby. Iβve got everything covered. Donβt you worry.β I smirk. That lower lip biting of hers is so sexy.
βWhereβs dad?β She asks her mom, not putting aside the papers.
βBabyβ¦β Her mom starts crying and I get worked up. I contract my jawline and chew on my inner cheek.
βWhatβs wrong?β Selena goes to her. They have me all serious now.
βMichael called. Dadβs having problems with the workers. He didnβt pay them because of the client. He hasnβt wired the money and Dad is threatened by them to be killed. I was so freaked out that I stayed on the couch crying and somehow fell asleep, but I think I fainted.β Her mom has an affected grimace and is crying.
Whoβs Michael? Kill her dad? Not under my watch.
βJustin! Prepare the other cars! Find her dadβs location! Now!β I stand up and go, keeping my eyes on my phone.
βWhat?!β Selena shouts hearing that with a mad look. βShhβ¦ Everything is going to be fine.β Sheβs rubbing her momβs back. βWhere is the site?β
What?! Youβre going there? What can you do? Chill, woman. Iβll solve this for you. Or maybe she wants to call the police. Probably.
Iβm about to get in the car.
βItβs the new clientβ¦β Her mom sobs.
βOK. Mom? Look at me. Iβll go there and Iβll get dad, and with the house, Iβve got everything covered. Okay?β Selena is with an all confident stance and tone.
βWho are you, woman? Wonder woman?β I say and chuckle, grabbing Justinβs attention.
βWeβre trying to locate him right now, Eric.β He informs from the front seat.
βNo! I donβt want you to get hurt, too! Please!β Her mom pleads, holding her hand.
Yeah, listen to your mom. Itβs best.
βIβll be fine. Donβt you trust me?β She smiles at her mother.
If they want to kill your dad, how are you going to be fine?
βIs she crazy?β The question escapes my mouth on an irritated tone.
βYes, butβ¦β Her mom doesnβt let go of her hand, but she retracts her hand.
Yeah, youβre very good at taking your hand back. Did the same to me in the morning. Just that you do it lovingly with your mom.
βIβll be back, but dad will be first to come home. I have another stop to make.β She kisses her motherβs forehead and smiles at her like everything is already taken care of.
βBe careful!β Her momβs last words before Selena goes out.
Oh! You donβt say. Youβve got everything settled, huh?
I make a zoom on her. Rage is covering her entire being.
βThose fiery eyes!β I shout from the back seat.
Thatβs a turn on.
βFollow her car. Sheβs going at her dadβs location. Have you accessed the inside of her car as well?β I ask Justin.
βYes. Sending you the key access right now.β He replies while Rick starts the car on her trails.
She loves to drive like that as I can seeβ¦ I wonder how sheβs in other areas…
I smirk, having my mind in devilish fantasies.
When we reach the site, thereβs a riot. Everyone is yelling and angry. A man is trying to talk to them but to no avail. One stands behind him doing and saying nothing. Then I see Selenaβs car entering the site in full speed, roaring her car when she gets to the spot that man is trying to speak with those people, and breaks behind him, making everyone take a step back in silence.
βGotta say, Eric. Never seen a woman doing that. Sheβs got some balls. Those guys are no joke.β Says Justin. βWant us to go over there?β
βNo. Not for the moment. I want to see what sheβs trying to do. Sheβs got my attention. Take us near the place at a safe distance.β I say switching my phone to that locationβs satellite to see and hear the scene.
She gets down like a killer from the car. She goes to her father, I think, in a serious, powerful stance, not looking at the other people who are still in silence and having worrying glares.
βWhatβs happening here?β She asks with a superior voice, looking only at him. βMr. Dutchmond?β She calls him on his family name.
Thatβs her dad alright. Why is she so patronizing with him? The poor man is a pure mess already.
βSelena? Whatβ¦?β He starts saying, surprised to see her, but doesnβt get to finish as one of the men yells at Selena, making me want to go over there and break his neck on the spot for the attitude.
βHe stole the money! He didnβt pay us! We either get our money or he doesnβt get out of here in one piece!β The man says who is well-built. I have a pinch in my heart for her safety. βJustβ¦β I canβt finish calling for Justin to get down and help, as I hear Selenaβs voice with such power that I turn my eyes back on the phone.
βHey! What did you say?!β She rages at him and gets dangerously close to his face. Me and the boys in the car have a deep silenced moment. She captures our attention.
Whoβs this woman?
Her killer stare at him, right in his eyes, makes the man stop and fear on his face starts appearing.
βLet me hear it one more time! Donβt look at me that Iβm a woman!β She motions her right hand in her direction. βIβll broom the entire site with your ass!β She doesnβt break the eye contact. Her body, face and eyes emanate such power. Iβm at her feet right now. Thatβs the kind of woman a man like me would want to marry. Sheβs the whole package. Thatβs provoking my male senses in ways I havenβt imagined before. My heart is now the one that wants her.
That man lowers his eyes.
βIβm sorry, Madam. I-Iβ¦β She has dominated him.
βYou what?! Arenβt you ashamed of yourself?!β She yells. βThree months ago, we gave you advance money because you had your daughter hospitalized! We were human with you! We said we will not take it back, and turned it into a sponsorship for you, to not have your monthly salary cut and left with no food on the table! Is this how you repay kindness? And you!β She turns her eyes at the one behind him. βHavenβt we helped you find a home and paid for the rent without affecting your pay when you were kicked out of your house? And you!β She turns to the one beside the first one. βHavenβt we helped you with supplies for your newborn? And you all!β She motions her hand in their direction. βHow much kindness and generosity have you all received from our company and family to get by your own hard times?!β They have all accepted her leadership. Their heads are down.
I wonder how youβll try to dominate me, baby. Iβm not one to submit. Though I give you credit for being an Alpha girl.
I bite my lower lip and smirk.
She makes a step back, looking over them.
βThe client hasnβt paid yet! Itβs not stealing your money! Iβll deal with the client after I walk out of here! You are all paid until these two weeks! Does it hurt you to wait for a few more days? You know we always pay!β She rages.
βWeβre sorry, maβamβ¦ We were afraid we wonβt be paidβ¦β Says one of them on a low, submissive voice.
βAnd why is that?β She growls.
βThe clientβs assistant said he wired the money last week and he was surprised we didnβt get paid. We know you have debts and we thought youβll run with our hard-worked money. We havenβt seen you for the last month, soβ¦. We apologize, maβam.β He continues.
βThough I understand and accept your worries, you should know we would never do that.β She says on a calmer voice. βAnd what that man said is not true. What is true is that we havenβt received the money, but Iβll get it.β She makes a pause and looks at them with that mad look of hers. βNow. If I hear one more time of such accusations or threatens to Mr. Dutchmond or I, or to any boss you have over you, Iβll have my way with you and make you pay back for what you touch! And donβt think itβs just words! I can beat your asses any time, easily! Donβt provoke it to see proof of it! Get back to work and let me worry and solve the money problem! Go!β They reply βyesβ and go back to work.
βMichael.β She says.
Thatβs Michael. Too old to be her boyfriend.
βGo and do your job watching over them. Weβll have things to discuss tomorrow.β
βYes, Selena.β He walks to where the workers are, leaving her and her dad have their privacy.
She has a conversation with her dad. He is affected by the ordeal they had and have since the economic crisis and apologetic for how things went. Selena comforts him. Sheβs a great daughter to both her parents.
βLove you too, dad.β She kisses him back. βYour son is here with you! No worries!β She winks at him, making him laugh and gain some confidence.
βIf Iβll ever have a daughter, I want to have one like her.β Justin says, making me look at him and nod.
βYeah, me too.β I reply. Itβs the truth. Selena is making me fall for her in so many ways, in such short amount of time. A feeling slowly warms my heart. I want her in my bed, but now she got me interested in more. Whatβs that more? I donβt know yet.
They continue their conversation, and she decides to send him home with Michael. Her dad refuses at first but then gives in. She calls Michael and he comes to take her father home.
βJustin?β I say, not taking my eyes off her.
βYes, boss.β
βCall my lawyer. I have decided on the conditions.β I bite my lower lip and clench my jawline.
βWhich are the conditions?β Both Justin and Rick look at me intently.
βMarriage contract.β I promptly say.
βWhat?β They both ask at the same time.
βFor two months.β I complete my conditions.
βEric? What are you doing?β Justin turns on his seat to look at me with a shocked expression. βYouβre playing too much with this. That girl and her family are in a hard situation. I donβt know from where she musters the courage to be like that and deal with things. Donβt break her, man. That family needs her. You can have any girl you want. Leave her aside.β
βIβm not playing. Iβm serious.β I say what I feel.
βYouβre serious?β He rolls his eyes at me. βContract marriage. Two months. Thatβs serious to you.β
βFor three million dollars, I think itβs a great deal.β I say on a businessman tone.
βWhatever, Eric. Do what you want. Who am I to go against you?β He looks at her on his side window. βWhat is she doing?β Heβs tensed, making me look as well. She has her left hand on the top of her car and shaking her head. I look on my phone.
βShit!β She says, having a paler shade on her face, throws away her cigarette and puts her phone on the top of her car, holding the carβs top with both her hands. She tries breathing. I get down from the car at this point without thinking anymore. βFuck!β She yells, stopping me from walking towards her with my phone in my left hand. Justin and Rick get down from the car and are behind me. My heart is beating so fast at this point.
She grabs her phone and enters the car. She doesnβt see me. I go on my phone and select the inside of her car. I see her looking into her purse. Sheβs getting something out. A syringe of some sort. I frown. She reveals her belly and gives it the shot. I close my eyes at this point. A sigh is released from me.
βI told you, man. Donβt play with her. This is a real sin. Sheβs not like the others. Spare her.β Justin advocates for her.
βShut up. Letβs get back to the car.β Iβm having a clash of wants and feelings. My manhood wants her badly, my heart wants to protect her. What is she doing to me?
After a few minutes, she decides to leave the site as she starts the engine. She drives as if nothing happened a while ago.
Baby? Youβre mine. All the way.
βFollow her.β I have a straight face giving the order. Nothing is more important to me than her at this point. Sheβs the woman I want. The only one.
Chapter 5 – Need For Money, A Race
Selena
I feel a bit better after the insulin shot and lunch bread. Stress is drying me out. I call the client and after three rings, he answers.
βHello, Mr. Rippletok. Iβm Selena Dutchmond. May I briefly speak with you or Iβm calling at a bad time?β I keep my cool.
βHi! Yes! No bad time! How are you? Back from the Big Apple?β He seems happy to hear from me. Thatβs strange.
βFine. Yeah. Briefly. Mr. Rippletok? It seems that the last bill we sent you, hasnβt been paid yet. Can I have a confirmation for when youβll be able to wire the money? The workers need to be paid.β I have a smiling and warm voice. You never want to offend a client as he might choose not to pay. To file a lawsuit against them is a dragging mess. You donβt want or need that.
βWhat? Iβm sure it has been paid. Wait a minuteβ¦ Iβll check it right now. Iβll put you on hold, darling.β I hope he doesnβt play me. I canβt keep my cool forever. We are building him a ten-level block of flats. The company has all the money in his ass of a project. If he doesnβt pay, Iβm screwed all over again.
βSure. Iβll wait. Thank you!β I tighten my grip on the wheel to keep control over my attitude.
After about three minutes or so, he comes back.
βSelena, Iβm sorry. I thought Iβve confirmed the pay as I signed it. We have a new employee and has things all over the place. Freshmen. In ten minutes, the money will be wired. My apologies. Hope youβre not upset for my negligence.β
βThank you, sir! No worries. I would never do that. It happens. As long as things get solved, weβre good. Wish you a great blessed day!β
Assholeβ¦
I roll my eyes, but Iβm relieved. Well, not completely. Until Iβll see the money in the bank, I canβt be.
βWait!β He doesnβt want to end the phone call.
βYes, sir?β I have same smiling voice.
βCan you come to my office tomorrow to speak? Or I can come to yours if itβs more convenient to you. I want some additional contracts for the extension in the back. We should talk about prices and deadline.β He has a sweet voice. I wonder why.
βTomorrow itβs a bit difficult for me, sir. But Iβll see what I can do. Can I get back to you around 1 pm, tomorrow? Maybe I can find an hour from then on if itβs not too late for you.β I wish he says to leave it till the day after tomorrow.
βThatβs perfect. Then itβs settled. Iβll wait for your call. Check the bank today. Youβll have the payment without further delays.β Heβs smiling, I can feel that.
βAlright. Thank you. Talk tomorrow then. Bye.β I say fast.
βBye, Selena. Have a good one!β He says, and I end the damn call.
βSo sick and tired of these people! I need a fucking vacation from ten to twenty years! Jesus!β I roll my eyes and puff while driving to an old friend. Well, not friend. Heβsβ¦ Heβs complicated. I hoped I wonβt have to see him anytime soon, but with the bank and all, I need to.
I reach near a club area. Itβs a big fancy building. One hour from the working site. One of the main clubs in the area. I park my car near the place, stop the engine, take my ID and some money from my purse, put them in my pantsβ pocket and get down.
I open my trunk, put my purse in it, and close the car. My keys go into the other pocket. I look at the entrance, take a deep breath and start walking there.
Two handsome gorillas are towering the front door, dressed in black suits, white shirts, no ties, and a piece into their left ears.
βHey, baby! We arenβt open yet.β Iβve forgotten I donβt have my ugly suits on me. I have the new clothes that reveal my body line, and not making me fatter like the old ones do. I feel like a piece of meat right now with those lustful glares on my person.
Get your fucking eyes off meβ¦ You donβt want a piece of me, fuckersβ¦
They are new. They donβt know me.
βI know. Stop staring.β I give him a bossy look. βWhereβs Don? I need to speak to him. Tell him Selena is here. He knows me.β I cross my arms, waiting.
βDon? Heβs the owner. Itβs pretty hard for you to talk to him.β Same guy speaks, checking me out with his eyes and smirks.
Smirk, motherfuckerβ¦ Smirkβ¦ Provoke meβ¦
βRight. Iβll call him then, but when he fires you, donβt come crying.β I take my phone and motion calling him.
βWait! Iβll tell him.β He seems shaken. The gorilla presses his earpiece and asks for Don. βBoss? One Selena is here asking to meet you. I didnβt let her in.β His face is dropping. βYes, boss! Sorry, boss! Right now, boss!β He is stressed out with eyes widened. βHeβs waiting for you in his office. He says you know where that is.β He opens the door and gets out of the way for me to go in.
Fucking assholesβ¦ Oh! Iβm having a peachy day! My fucking luckβ¦
βThank you.β I donβt look at him and enter.
The club is empty. Only a few people cleaning and preparing for tonight. This is one of those VIP clubs with a trendy dΓ©cor, expensive lights and animator cages. A big screen for music videos and a DJ booth. I walk upstairs to Donβs office which is at the second floor. First floor is with VIP private rooms. You need about five grands to reserve one of those, and itβs membership only.
I reach Donβs office and stare at the door for a few moments.
Shit! Why am I here? Canβt believe Iβm doing thisβ¦
I knock at the door.
βCome in! Selena?β He shouts before I open the door.
Not because I wanted to be here, Donβ¦ Just life fucking me again as usualβ¦
βHiβ¦ Donβ¦β I keep a straight face while I enter.
βHey, love! Avoiding my calls for the past three months?β He comes to me with a smirk to give me a hug.
Uh-noβ¦ Donβt get touchy with meβ¦
βKeep your distance. I havenβt forgotten last time. Donβt make me beat your ass again.β Iβm avoiding him and going to sit on the chair in front of his desk, leaving him there with his open arms and a gloomy grimace.
The fuck I care youβre disappointedβ¦
βI said Iβm sorry. We know each other for the last 20 years since we were kids. I was drunk and you are sexy. When Iβm sober, I control myself. When Iβm notβ¦ I donβt.β He smirks. I roll my eyes and have a mad look. βTalking about sexy. You look way sexier now! What did you do?β He comes to his desk and looks at me with sparkly eyes. I think Iβll walk away.
Fucking fuckβ¦ Iβll either get my ass out, or beat him again and then get outβ¦ Control, Selβ¦
βDon. Cut the crap. Sit down.β I motion to his chair, crossing my legs.
I take a serious stance.
Donβt get me wrong, the guy is hot, ripped with muscles, towering. With short wavy chocolate hair, ravishing green-blue eyes and perfect lips. Heβs wearing black skinny jeans that embrace those muscled legs, a black belt from Gucci, black V-shaped T-shirt that reveals his muscles, and a dark grey suit jacket. Heβs dreamy but Iβm not interested. Heβs a Mafia guy. Plus, Iβm not interested in relationships. Ever. And heβs the last person I would be interested in.
He glares at me and lands on my cleavage. He sits and lays back on his chair with his arms crossed.
βDamn! Youβre beautiful.β
Damn! I would so fuck you right now. All over this office and redecorate itβ¦ Not the way you would want thoughβ¦ Motherfuckerβ¦
βWhatever.β I roll my eyes and sigh. βDon?β
βYes, love.β He places his elbows on the desk and waits.
βI need money.β I bluntly say.
βHow much?β He grins at me.
βThree million.β I reply.
βOK. Iβll wire it to you now.β He takes his phone out.
βNo! Not that!β I yell at him.
βThen?β He spikes a brow at me.
βAre there any races?β I say on a low voice with my head down.
βWhat?! Youβve got to be kidding meβ¦ No, Selena.β He is annoyed.
βTell me. Iβm in.β
I have no choiceβ¦
βAre you sure about that? You havenβt raced since 12 years ago.β His jawline is contracted and has an opaque glare at me.
Not really since 12 years agoβ¦ But that doesnβt concern youβ¦ I need some car races through you this timeβ¦
βIβm sure. I wouldnβt be here if I wasnβt. You know that.β I try to appear strong and healthy.
βSelena? Why donβt you accept my money as a loan? You almost died five years ago. Donβt break my heart. I care about you, love. I was drunk last time, but I was sincere with you. I want you. And not for one night. Donβt drive me crazy with all this.β His eyes send me his sincerity.
That shit was one thing, this shit is anotherβ¦ Letβs separate themβ¦
βDon. You know me. Iβm iced. I donβt want anyone. I appreciate your care. I want the race. Is there one and how much is the prize?β I cut him away from the confession alley. I donβt want or need to hear it.
He sighs, looks at me for a few good moments and bites his lower lip.
βTonight. Midnight. Old road. Five hundred thousand. Howβs your car?β
βRusty for drifting.β I realize.
βFine. Iβll give you mine. Itβs latest model. If you break it, you pay for repairs.β He says, looking aside, avoiding my gaze. Heβs pissed.
βHow much is your car?β I have to ask.
βSelena!β He screams with a furious look.
Donβt fucking scream at meβ¦
βGotta know if itβs worth the race.β I raise my hands and shoulders to make a point.
βWeβll talk about that later. Police may have info on that. So, it can be dangerous for you. Thereβs a big crowd and lots of drivers. Itβs the biggest race this year. Iβll cover for you though.β He relaxes his shoulders and lays back on his chair.
Donβt worry over thatβ¦ I always cover myselfβ¦
βAlright.β I stand up. βIβll be there 20 minutes earlier. Thanks, Don. See yaβ later then.β I show him my back, going to the exit.
βDonβt tease me, Selena.β He says on a lustful voice.
Oh! Fuck you, Don!
βBite me.β I exit the office and go to the stairs.
The moment I want to go down the stairs, I feel a hand on my ass.
βWhere are you going, sexy?β
Thatβs it. Thatβs my self-control limit. You son of a bitch!
I turn to the guy and punch him in the face, sending him on the ground.
βWho gave YOU permission to grab MY ass?! You son of a bitch!β My yelling voice makes Don come out.
βWhatβs happening here?!β His eyes are like a bull seeing red, looking at the man on the floor and then at me.
A fucker messing with my already fucked-up nervesβ¦
βYou damn bitch!β The guy says to me.
YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
βWhat did you say?β I scream at him ready to trash him.
βHey! What did you do to her?β Don is losing it.
βI grabbed her ass! She punched me! This is how you tell your girls to act on clients?β The guy says, standing up.
WHAT?! OH! IβLL SO FUCK YOU TILL YOU WONβT OWN A FUCKING FACE!
βSheβs not a girl! Sheβs my woman, you fucker!β
Fucking Donβ¦ IβM NOT YOUR FUCKING WOMAN!
This statement makes me roll my eyes at Don. He starts beating the shit out of him, raging.
βYou donβt come into MY house and hit on MY woman!β He punches him more.
The guy spits blood.
Shitβ¦
βDon! Thatβs enough! Heβs understood the message!β I know he might kill him. Heβs fucking Mafia.
Bodyguards come and take the fucker from his hands, leaving us alone. He doesnβt look at me. Heβs so tensed up. Never seen him like this before.
Fucking chill, Donβ¦
βDon? Chill. Thank you.β I pause a little. βI havenβt said it in front of that man but Iβm not your woman. Never have been. OK? See you later.β I go for the stairs.
βYOU WILL BE!β He growls.
Yeahβ¦ Drop the shitβ¦ Iβm no oneβs and will never be someoneβsβ¦
βNot going to enter that long line of women you have. Bye.β
Heβs a player. I donβt need or want men. Iβm perfectly fine on my own, alone. I have enough shit in my life.
βI swear to God, Selena!β I hear him from upstairs.
I ignore him and get to the lobby area. I walk away from the club, the front door gorillas opening it for me to exit.
I must be crazy. I shouldnβt have come here. If it werenβt for those damn debts! My fucking life!
I go to my car, get in and start the engine. I need to go away from here and relax for a few hours until the race. I hope Iβll win that shit. I badly need the money.
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