CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“The Robotics Department at Infinity Tech Industries has been involved in a very dedicated task for the last few months,” he began audibly. “Under the alias Synthetic Assistance and Feedback Engineering—otherwise known as SAFE—this program is devoted to restoring the lives of people who’ve been severely limited, in one way or the other, by injuries that hamper their way of life. From bio-mechanical limbs, to artificial organs, to synthetic skin made from bio-mesh… this project is directly connected with the medical community to provide the best replacements money can afford. As a man who understands the liabilities of devastatingly life-changing injuries, I view this project as a pivotal contribution to society. With technology, especially with Infinity Technology, we’re restoring the highest quality of life to those who think they’ve lost it.”

“While making a shit-ton of money for ourselves!” Ezequiel finished, his shoulders rocking with laughter.

As the other men also cracked up, Santiago decided he was done with this particular crowd. His eyes scanned across the hall, searching for Lola. He spotted her in the midst of a few older women, each donning exquisite ballroom dresses. He didn’t need a mind reader to tell him she was uncomfortable with whatever the discussion was—it was as clear as day on her face. When her eyes met his, though, the tensed muscles in her face suddenly relaxed, and her gaze carried a silent, obvious longing.

Get me the hell out of here.

Santiago nearly laughed, but settled for a smile instead.

“Don’t tell me you miss her already,” Ezequiel chuckled, tossing an arm across Santiago’s broad shoulders. “Luckily for you, Romeo, dinner’s about to be served. We can join the ladies at the table.”

Santiago kept his eyes on Lola. He was so done with this party.

“I’m afraid we’d have to politely decline that offer, Mr. Ezequiel. Lola’s not so sound health-wise, you see. It must be time for her regular check-up by now. Afterwards, I’d need to get her medication.”

“Oh.” Ezequiel sounded somewhere between disappointed and puzzled. “My apologies, Morales. I didn’t know that. If that’s the case, we’ll be in touch. Say goodbye to Lo—.”

Santiago didn’t wait for him to finish. He strolled over to the gathering of women, politely gave excuses on Lola’s behalf, and the duo were soon striding towards the exit briskly.

“How’d your evening go, munéquita?”

“Oh, it was an interesting experience. Those women have a funny way of reminding me how poor I apparently am. Imagine the bewildered stares I got when I said I hadn’t been to the Eiffel Tower.”

Santiago smirked. “Ignore the old fools. They forget that not everyone has the same privileges as they do.”

They were greeted by a cool breeze as they descended the steps, approaching the limousine already parked and waiting for them below. As soon as the chauffeur shut the door behind them, he wasted no time hopping into the driver’s seat and getting the vehicle into motion. Soon enough, the Ezequiel estate distanced itself further behind them.

“How ‘bout you?” Lola asked suddenly, with a sliver of concern in her eyes. “How’d your evening go?”

“Meh. Can’t complain,” comes the casual reply. “I wrapped up the deal with Mr. Ezequiel and saw no reason to stay any longer.”

“Yeah, but…” Lola paused briefly. “I don’t know. For a moment, you seemed out of it. Distracted or disoriented. I nearly walked over to ask what happened.”

Santiago stared at Lola. “You were watching me?”

“You left me in the company of rich middle-aged women who talked about nothing but fancy resorts and exotic wines. Of course, I was watching you. I was bored.”

Santiago laughed. “It was nothing serious, munéquita. Ezequiel just made a bad joke about the two best feelings in the world being vindication and a blowjob.”

“Oh.” Lola raised an eyebrow. “I mean, is he wrong?”

Santiago, who was grateful she didn’t find it funny as well, looked at her with confusion etched into his face. “What?”

“Is he wrong?” she repeated.

“Do you have a point to prove, munéquita?”

Lola smiled mischievously, causing Santiago’s heart to race. “Well, it’s a good thing my hair’s already tied back. It would’ve been hard to prove my point otherwise.”

Santiago watched wordlessly as Lola ceremoniously took her ring off and slipped it into her purse. Then she pinched the tips of her gloves and slowly pulled them off her hands. She followed up with some quick movement, leaving her seat and placing herself before Santiago’s parted legs. He does absolutely nothing but stare as she undoes his belt and zippers, reaching into his underwear and unveiling his already hard, throbbing, pink-tipped phallus.

Santiago’s breath became shaky when she started with her tongue on the tip. With wicked, steady eye contact, she ran small circles on it with the end of her tongue, gripping the warm shaft with both hands. He inhaled sharply when she slid it into her mouth, with the warmth of her moist throat breaking his already feeble composure.

Then she started bobbing her head. Slowly, controlled, and with a few moans of her own. When she picked up the pace, Santiago nearly lost his mind. Waves of ecstasy crashed within his body as she brought him closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. With every movement of her head, every magical touch of her tongue and lips, he knew he was close to breaking.

When she pushed his extended member further down her throat, gagging and moaning at the same time, he knew he had to leave her with a mouthful.

He suddenly took control, placing a firm hand on the back of her head as he thrusted into her mouth. His eyes are closed, his head is thrown back, and he’s finally ready for the big release.

Deep in her mouth, he exhales rapidly as he pumps a great deal of his stream. She didn’t relent either, swallowing every drop like she yearned for it. A few more seconds later, he released his hand, and she lifted her head with a deep breath.

“Now,” she started as she caught her breath. “I ask again; is he wrong?”

Santiago simply stared at her as he slowly shook his head.

“Good,” she said with a vindictive smile. “I’ve made my point. Now I need another bubble gum. A couple of them, actually.”

Santiago leaned back and laughed tiredly.