Rude

Xavier’s POV

Dubbed.

Ah, such an outdated phrase. Outdated, like the fucktards who run these fucking media conglomerates! Unfortunately, smear campaigns and clickbait headlines have replaced a balanced media perspective. Whatever nonsense the trash tabloids are running this week is diametrically opposed to me. I understand though. Life is a big social hierarchy: the higher you climb, the more you’re respected, adored, and hailed as a fucking hero. Believe me when I say I’ll do whatever it takes, legally, to keep those scumbags from climbing that damn ladder with my name on their backs. I’m a rich bastard who does not give two fucks about who I have to hurt in the process.

Gagging noises interrupt the mushed thoughts racing through my mind. I look down, my gaze diverted from a nearby rooftop, to see a skimpy-clad woman sucking spittle from the tip of my dick.

How is this bitch still here?! I called her here over an hour ago to relieve myself, now I deeply regret that decision.

The woman stares me down, pure lust dancing behind her light gray eyes. As if to put on a grand performance, the girl sinks two more inches down her throat. Seconds later, she lets go of her grip on my slick cock to get up from the presumably cold tiles. Tugging at her tight blouse, the woman begins to disrobe with ease, revealing a lurid red lace bra underneath.

Should I be impressed? Her shit is tacky as fuck. 

Nonetheless, my gaze follows her disinterestedly watching as she slides an equally bright thong from underneath her miniskirt. Draping the thin fabric over my office lamp, she scales the desk sliding her long legs open to show her clean shaved pussy. I try not to cringe as her bare ass brushes against random departments’ files.

That’s it. I’ve definitely seen enough.

“I am completely yours,” she whispers hoarsely in a seductive tone.

Wordlessly I reach for a couple of tissues from a nearby box holder sitting on the desk to quickly wipe up her drying saliva. I get up, groaning at the dry towel that is now clinging to my bare ass, and toss it, along with the used paper, into the wastebasket before plopping back down into my office chair to catch back up on lost hours. Hopefully, she’ll get the fucking hint.

I’m not sure why I felt compelled to have an impromptu office sex session; pretty sure I would have completed this workload by now.

Frowning, I carefully zip up my pants before wheeling the office chair closer to my work desk. Fuck! I press the power button on the monitor’s panel, quickly settling back into a business mode, only looking up for a brief second when there is no movement or wailing coming from the woman. The blonde’s face flushes with surprise, but she makes no attempt to get up from her seat at the desk.

These girls clearly need more training.

“I need you to get the fuck out,” I explain in a flat tone. Once the company’s login information pops up on the screen I quickly type in my user name and password.

“What?” The girl’s voice rises an octave in response to my sudden change of heart.

“Look Kara—” I start to elaborate more on why her service is no longer required. As I pull up my recent files, my attention is drawn to the taxing task at hand rather than the perplexed woman who can’t take a fucking hint.

“It’s Sarah,” the blonde interjects.

What the fuck does it matter? They’re all the same, they’re all call girls, there’s not much of a difference.

“Alright Sarah,” I flash a mock smile in her direction. “I need you to get the fuck out because I have important work to finish here. My assistant will accompany you out. Oh and there is a care package of some sort waiting for you in the lobby," 

No need to tip toe around it, I need her to leave so I can continue doing what I was supposed to do over an hour ago. I've wasted enough time already.

“You’re going to regret this,” hopping from the desk the woman sneers as she yanks the piece of fabric she had dropped on the floor earlier pulling it over her head.

Was that a threat?

“I don’t regret anything, darling. You should know that.” Despite the anger building in my chest, one side of my lip drew up in a smug smile. So fucking rude. Waiting until she is almost at the office door, I call out to her. “Sarah.”

“What?!” The blonde spins around furiously on her pointy heels, her now icy gaze fixed on my face.

Ooh she’s pissed.

“Forgetting something?” Scooping up her moist thong on my index finger, i somoothly hold it up to her view in a taunting manner.

Letting out a short sigh the woman strides back into the room, her shoe clicking loudly against the tile flooring in the open space. Forcing a smile she quickly snatched the underwear from my finger.

“You will be compensated for your time, my assistant will---”

“Do enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Danvers,” satisfied with having the last word the chick storms out.

Shame. She had a nice ass.

Shaking my head I dive back into work. Playtime is officially over.

××××××

It’s quite surprising how much can be accomplished in an hour, is what I am now realizing. I’m almost done approving the stack of files beside me which wouldn’t have been possible if I hadn’t blocked all visits for the remainder of the day. Anything important is routed directly to my assistant, while less important tasks are pushed to the bottom of the to-do list.

The obnoxious ringtone ringtone to my now blaring phone goes off in the silent room. I can never have a moment of peace, can I? 

Rolling my eyes I reach over for the device, after a few seconds of hesitation I decide to just take this one call from Alec. 

Alec Portman is a very close friend of mine, an attractive guy by some means, I’ve known him since forever. He’s the current CEO of one of largest telecom companies here in Seattle, a company he tirelessly helped his father to build from the ground up. Our parents are friends so I guess it was expected of us to be as well which I don’t mind. Surprisingly though this relationship lasted way longer than I expected.

“Listen. I've declined incoming calls from my own mother. If you can't tell me in five seconds why I shouldn't hang up, I'm going to hang---”

“I'm going to Ace's tonight,” the man interrupts, a bit of unfamiliar slur in his voice. “you should come.”

Even though I would love to go to some high end club and get sloppy drunk, I have priorities. One of which is currently sitting on my desk. If I want a bitch to fuck all I have to do is browse through my contacts plus the liquor part is never a problem.

“Sorry Alec but I am balls deep in work he—”

“Righttt,” I roll my eyes at the obvious disagreement in his voice. “Look man, I am on the rebound. I need a break to just clear my head get drunk and not give a fuck for on---”

"Alec, if I say yes... will you get the fuck off my phone." I purse my lips in a thin line. Utter irritation bubbles up under the surface of my skin. 

"Yes," without any hesitation I end the call, glancing at the time on the screen before it goes dark.

4:30 p.m.

Sighing I push away from the desk before standing up and sauntering over to the coffee machine in the corner.

I return to the cluttered desk with a new cup in hand, eager to read through a few more redevelopment proposals.

××××××

“Marian!” I call out to my housekeeper down the hall. Taking off and folding my gray jacket I rest it on one of the decorated chairs in the foyer.

As crazy as it sounds, I live alone in a mansion... well me and the live-in staff I have here on command. I thought the purchase was a total waste since I never thought I needed this much space but as it turns out it’s not bad at all.

“Yes Sir?” The woman appears in the hall with a floured apron tied around her waist. The corner of her eyes crinkle as she stares over at me.

Marian has been my offical live-in housekeeper for over three years, I have never once had to doubted her judgment. She’s a kind soul with a beautiful family.

“Remember the family gathering I was planning to host here?” I inquire, removing the cuffs from my white dress shirt. Moving past her, I make my way to the kitchen’s bar with her in tow. The lingering scent of fresh pies, biscuits, and gravy in the hallway reminds me of how little I actually ate today.

“Sir, yes. I can always---”

“That’s not necessary.” I say waving her off. “My parents will be the ones hosting the party... at their home. We have more than enough hands on deck. You and everybody else will get the weekend off.”

Leaning forward I scan the clear glass cabinet for the bottle of imported rum I left sometime ago.

I swear I left a bottle in here somewhere.

“I will Sir, thank you.”

“No worries. What happened to the rum?” I perch on a nearby bar stool turning to face her.

“W-w-we ran out-t,” she stutters, clearly afraid of my reaction.

Fuck, am I that intimidating?

“You’re relieved of your duties.” I state flatly. Waving her off I pinch the bridge of my nose as if it can make all my troubles and plaguing demons go away.

If only.

“Am I... fired, Sir?” The woman’s face is clouded with fear and confusion, her brown eyes looking everywhere but at me.

Of course I’m not going to fire her; I’m sending her kid to college for fuck’s sake. I doubled her pay so she can support her family, but I can’t always be so kind to her. My only rule is that shit should always be where it’s supposed to be; if it’s not, stocked up let me know.

“No. If you really want this job, you’ll show up at the usual time tomorrow morning. Remember, I despise tardiness, sloppiness, and laziness.” I dismissively wave my hand once more. “You’re free to leave now.”

“Excuse me, Sir?” As she turns to leave, the woman pauses, adopting a stiff posture.

“Yes?”

“Someone named Kimberly came by today to see you... Sir”

Who the fuck is Kimberly?

“A modelesque woman, can’t remember anything distinctive but um She said you two go way back, something about Chicago.” She fills in the blanks, looking over at my perplexed expression. “La something is the restaurant I’m sure.”

Ohhh, that Kimberly. The Senate’s daughter.

I met this lady at a restaurant in Chicago some months ago on a failed business trip. One thing led to another and I fucked her in the bathroom. One of the worst sex I’ve ever experienced while being drunk on Dom Pérignon.

I am not even gonna dwell on it, I hope this is the last time I hear of her.

“You are free to go, Maria.”

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