Chapter 11

ELION

Control was a non-negotiable tool in my world

Everything I did hung in my control. I prided myself on being a man who isn't easily fazed. Even when I was sentenced to three years in prison, nearly lost my company to my greedy family, and watched as my life went downhill in a split second, even then I didn't lose control

Not in suffering, not in pain, not in business, and most certainly not over a woman

Not just any woman, but the one I spent years plotting on how to take revenge against

I stared ahead, at where a marketer was blabbing over a proposal I couldn't give two flying fucks about. It's past lunch break already, hours since I left the penthouse, yet, I'm still consumed by that conversation with her pinned against the wall

I exhale, but when I close my eyes to drag in a breath, all I can see is Rea, all I could hear in my ears were her soft pants as I confessed a fraction of the things I would do

Someone on the board asks the young man a question I didn't catch, The Young man across smiles politely and launches into a deeper explanation that only makes me exasperated

I was teetering on the edge here. A part of me wanted to drive back and carry out on every dark, sinful desire I had this morning, taking her, claiming her, breaking and remolding her to fit my jagged life

The other part of me wants to put a bullet through my skull for daring to lust over a woman who should mean nothing to me

That was it, Loretta was supposed to mean nothing at all to me. I had bigger plans in a few months to execute, our upcoming marriage only served to aid my plans to dominate the world

So why in the burning hell can't I seem to understand that ?!

My jaw snapped, and a haze covered my vision. This was fùcking insane, I was losing control over my thoughts and body reaction towards Loretta and it infuriated me

Maybe I should kickstart the first step of my plans into motion, show Loretta what I had in store for her and her father's little company, many since she truly sees the monster I am underneath this pristine suit, she would refrain from doing things that make me want to rip her apart

Things like blinking those ethereal eyes at me...

Asking me to join her for dinner...

Letting out seductive gaps and whimpers...

Just Breathing....

Existing....

A hand touches my arm, halting my train of thought. Revulsion sunk it's ugly fingers deep in my guts. I hated it when people touched me

With a death glare, I slowly lifted my head to the owner of the hand on my arm.

Some low-tier employee whose name I didn't know or care to know

He gulped. He snatched his hand back instantly “Sir...Err.. Umm.....” He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. “You were being asked for your opinion” he gestured to where the marketer stood with an equally nervous glance

I stared him down with that look that made most of my employees cower and shake in their boots. The silence in the office was dead quiet as I took out my personalized pocket handkerchief and wiped the sleeve of my suit, where his hand had just been

“What's your name?” I asked cooly

The man let out a puff of air. “Dean, Sir. My name is Dean”

“Go clear your desk Dean" I command coolly. “You're fired”

He broke into a mess of stuttering, babbling, and barely held back tears

“I don't understand sir! I only touched you to get your attention.!”

I pushed back on my chair, my face giving away no expression or emotion. “Ask around Dean, no one touches me”

That was common knowledge. Ever since I got out of prison. I've been easily irritated by People's bodies and essence. In fact, I had to wear gloves for the first few months after my release

My jaw snapped as the memories of prison came hitting me one by one.

Cold floors

Dirty bodies

Fights and Disarray

All because of her

It was all her fault.

“Meeting adjourned" I barked, making all those around me flinch, then I strode out of the conference room without another word, dumping the handkerchief in the trash can by the door

When I stepped into the hallway, my eyes clashed with some nosy employees who were lazing about in their cubicles

“You” I snapped my fingers at the lady whose phone camera was raised in the air while she switched between poses

“Does this look like an amusement park? If you want to take selfies then resign and do so!” I deadpanned

The lady muttered an apology and focused on the work in front of her. As I crossed into the second hallway, employees who saw me approaching began to scatter into different places

All of them are looking, trying to be busy. I knew I kept everyone in this company on their toes, but boo fùcking hoo, they were given more compensation than anyone could ask for with their huge salaries and employee benefits

Yeah, I can be generous in some things

Reaching my office, I close the door behind me and sink into my leather chair, swiveling in it, taking in the city's skyline. The sky was darkening, and the sun was beginning to set

I glanced at my Rolex, it was a few minutes past six. Loretta said to be home by dinner which should be seven o'clock.

The thought of her lingered in my head. If I gave in to dinner with Loretta, it didn't just mean that I was submitting control to her, it also meant that I was keeping to her ‘rules’

Bull shit

I'm the boss here, I'm the one who holds the cards and gets to decide how the game goes. Loretta has no power over me. She's mine, not the other way around

With a deep exhale, I pushed forward in my seat and propped my laptop open to work

I had very important things to attend to, like building the blueprints of my plans for the new season and the anniversary of the Elite Team

Dinner wasn’t happening. Not tonight. Not ever