The favor

***Henry’s point of view***

My cousin Lena and I were gearing up for a launch of our new executive retreat for c-suite executives in Croatia; she was good friends with the founder and CEO of the Fortune 500 company that she worked for and they had put up a substantial stake of start up costs as a silent partner in my new company.

I wasn’t new to business, but after a mess divorce I had sold my company to prevent my ex wife and her new toy from having any shares. This was a clean break, she’d received a buyout and what I had spent 30 years building into a national brand was no longer mine. I’d come up with the idea for the retreat during my own post divorce spiral, I’d taken my part of the proceeds traveling the world and had found peace in Croatia. Beth and I didn’t have kids because she didn’t want them even though I did. But I loved her and agreed to live the childless life she so desired. So disappearing from the corporate world for the last 5 years had been a major transformation in me.

When Beth left me for the young intern at work I was angry, I hated all woman and swore I would make Beth regret the day she left. I started running which lead me to CrossFit, it’s a way of life not just exercise. Over the past 5 years I’ve worked hard to get the type of body that makes woman wet in their panties at just the sight. At 1st it was about Beth, but as I processed my marriage and divorce I found myself. Along the way I had helped friends going through major like changes as a divorce coach. I had a booming practice and helped both men and woman. I was always professional with my female clients, if they could not respect my rule of no sexual conduct they simply weren’t clients.

My practice was in Split; originally I came here to escape Boston after the divorce. I had tried to make my coaching practice work within the city, but my clients weren’t able to escape the constraints of society. My clients deserved an escape from reality, it was then Lena suggested I take a small group of clients to my Villa in Split. Soon I spent only a few weeks in my Penthouse apartment overlooking Fenway. I hired a management company to run it as an vacation rental, saving the rental income to re-build my business empire. I’d spent the last year working with various trauma and divorce therapists and had built a team of world renowned chefs, therapists, physical trainers, and masseuses. From an executive reset to our intense 7 day divorce reset, our discreet program was being built under the Croatian Conference Company or C3. We’d settled on the name because individuals could take a week for an international conference without alerting anyone, which gave them the anonymity to let go and heal. We did extensive background checks to ensure none of our resort guests would know each other.

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Our 1st set of guests we’re flying in this next week, Lena had text me 911 so I made my way to my office to call her. We are in a remote island and I really don’t know how long ago she sent the text since service was spotty.

“Henry I have a HUGE favor, I need you to do this for me!” Lena blurted out.

“Whoa Lena, what’s wrong? is everything ok?” I asked with much concern, Lena was a logical woman and we rarely saw glimpses of the emotional side of her.

She sighed, “I’m ok, I just need a favor. Just promise me Henry?” She said in a calmer manner.

“Ok Lena, I promise. And before you ask yes, pinky promise.” I said with a chuckle, as kids she always made me pinky promise and she still did it in adulthood. “Now what did I just promise too?”

“My best employee, I need her to come to you Monday night. Henry it’s Beck, she needs your program. I’ll cover”

“There’s no charge Lena” I cut her off. I knew of Beck as Lena had been not just her boss but also a friend for many years, but had never met her as I was busy working and she had only recently moved with her family to Boston. “What happened?” I asked Lena.

“Her husband left her for someone else, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But I think she should tell the details, it’s really not my place.” Lena’s words struck a nerve in me, I would help her like I wish someone had helped me.

“Say no more Lena, I’ll prepare her villa. Send me a list of her comfort vices and I’ll get her suite kitchen stocked.”

“No list needed cuz, she’s a tequila girl and needs electrolytes as a chaser.”

I chuckled, those were my go too when I decided to let lose. “Ok Lena, I’ll take good care of Beck” and like that it was Monday night when I got the first glimpse of someone I knew so much about but had never spoken to or met.

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Beck had spent the 1st few days drunk, stoned, and crying to the point of dehydration. My heart aches for her as I remember those first few days after Beth left. Beck unlike most my other clients was coming while everything was still fresh, so I knew she needed this time. I had told the staff to let me know when she attended her first session with the staff therapist.

It was Thursday already and Beck had agreed to a kick boxing personal training. I had set her up with one of my top physical trainers and decided to stop my before her scheduled session. I walked out of my personal gym and watched her from afar, her husband was a fool to leave a goddess of a woman like her. She was all woman, not like these model types that always threw themselves at me while on holiday in Split.

I wanted to get closer to her so walked up from behind her. And damn that ass did not disappoint, Lena hadn’t ever mentioned how irresistible Beck was. This was going to me a long week, never had I ever felt this level of attraction to my clients. I moved towards her not realizing she was going to turn to leave. She slammed her voluptuous breast into my chest and her hands pressed against my bare chest. Out of instinct I wrapped my arm around her waist to stabilize her, as I looked down on the small frame in my arms I had a perfect view of her breast and god the things I wanted to do with this woman. As she raises her head I locked eyes with her green and gold eyes, how could any man get tired of looking into those eyes. Yes I could see how much she hurt, but behind that was a beautiful soul that some asshole had crushed. I looked at her lips and subconsciously licked mine before staring yet again at her breast.

“Get ahold of yourself Henry” I yelled at myself, I’d never crossed this line and I didn’t need to start. I had released her waist and she took the opportunity to try and run away under my he guise of this being a mistake.

“Is it a mistake? The pain in your eyes tell me this is exactly where you need to be.” I challenged her as she sought to run away. She immediately stop and spun around. Oh she’s feisty I thought then noticed she was scanning my body.

“Oh Beck, you are so innocent” I though as I see her staring hard at my dick, it was taking all my control to keep him from jumping.

“Henry” I said startling her from her dirty thoughts

“What?” She replied clearly still thinking my rather well endowed penis.

“The person you’re eye fu€king, my name is Henry.” I said with playfulness in my voice and a smirk on my face. “Come, I have my own private gym here.” As I led the way to my private sanctuary I kept reminding myself my own rules. Beck is a woman I’d want to cherish, but I had a rule of no dating new divorce’s as they were only looking for a rebound. Something I had no desire to be.