The truth.
Jake.
I leaned back in my leather armchair, a half empty glass of whiskey resting on the table beside me. I scanned the city skyline, reflecting on how I had risen to power over the years, through blood, through sweat and ironclad will. I was untouchable, or so I had thought.
I laughed sarcastically at that.
It had taken a woman to bring me to my knees, the one time I chose to trust a woman she fucked me over without a second thought.
I took another sip of my whiskey, and looked at the ring on my finger.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, it was Luca. He was my right hand man. The most trusted man I had on my team.
He had warned me about her the moment she approached me in the club, but I was too fascinated by the woman that dared to preposition me that I thought, he was just being overly cautious.
I should have listened to him.
"Boss, their is something you need to see." he said calmly as he sat across from me, with a bunch of papers in his hands.
I just nodded for him to continue. He slowly handed me the papers I had requested for a few minutes ago.
I slowly opened the brown envelope, revealing the legal papers that had just cost my company and one of my biggest investor.
As I flipped through the pages, I could feel my expression darken, my heart sunk more and more. The were the same papers I had signed a few hours ago without going through them, I had transfered half of my company to my wife, the gift that kept on giving Kalia Kiari.
That automatically made her a partner, and I saw the sworn agreement of me granting her permission to make company choices, including taking meetings with important investors.
I shaked my head, my blood boiling with anger, "There has to be something we can do." i said sliding the papers back to him.
"Luca, I can't just lose m company, i can't lose it to her." i said between gritted teeth.
"We had the documents checked, trying to find any kind of loophole, but the laws are air tight." Luca said calmly, avoiding eye contact.
"I could divorce her and then we could fight her." i said confidently.
"We looked at the marriage prenuptial agreement that you signed willingly. You can't divorce her unless she cheats on you, otherwise you pay her one million dollars if you divorce her before two years."
"Fuck!" i said standing up in anger.
"What did I ever do to her?" I asked genuinely wondering why she would do this to me.
My mind raced through our first interaction at that club, to our wedding day and to me actually signing all this documents.
I had always been careful, always. I never signed anything without reading and having my lawyer go through it too. The thought that I had been deceived, that someone had manoveured me was infuriating and ego breaking.
But more than that, it was the realization of who had actually betrayed me.
What hurt the most was that I actually genuinely liked her, in love with her even. She was nothing like the women I knew, she was smart, intelligent, beautiful, and had made it seem like she really was devoted to learning from him and taking over her father's company.
I had been captivated by her charm, and against my usual instincts, I had allowed her into my life and worse, my business
I recalled all the times she had persuaded me into signing documents, cleverly disguising them as procedural papers for her firm. She had made it seem like she was green to the business world, and I believed her showing her all my tricks, forgetting that she had gone to business school and she was the daughter of one of my biggest rivals, there was no way her father didn't teach her about the business.
But now I was no longer under her spell. I could see clearly now. It had all been a plan of manipulation to take away what was rightfully mine, and I was going to get back every penny of it.
"Where is she?" I asked Luca who was still sitted silently
"She is gone boss."
"What do you mean gone?" I asked getting even more pissed off, "she was just here a few minutes ago." i added.
"Then look for her." i demanded with anger.
"We have tried boss, but she is gone,"
I clenched my fists, the veins in my neck bulging. The betrayal was more than just a professional hit, it was a personal hit too. I had let her in and she had used it against me, used my vulnerability to get information out of me and use it to destroy me.
And now she was out there with a piece of my company.
I could feel the anger bubbling up, threatening to consume me. But I couldn't afford to lose control, not now especially.
"Find her, I don't know where you look for her but I need her alive and back here." i ordered my voice full emotion, "bring her to me."
Kalia might have used my vulnerability to get my company, but she must be stupid to think she could escape unascathered. I would find her, and when I do, she will learn why they call me "the wolf".
"Okay boss." Luca said before he excused himself and left.
I poured myself another glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass as I took a sip, my mind began to plot the next move.
Trust was a luxury I. Could no longer afford and revenge was a dish I intended to serve cold.
But first I needed to know how much damage she had done to my company.
I took another shot, glancing around, my thoughts brought me back to the ring on my finger.
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even