Ari and I haven't seen each other since she came last time to see me at work. We've both been really busy. She's been working on the hotel expansion plans and probably spending more time with her boyfriend than I ever wanted. While I've been working on finding out more about Dimitri Wilson with Kyle and Brit. Later today, Kyle and I will meet with both of our fathers. We both agreed that now was the perfect time to inform them about Dimitri Wilson's re-emergence. We have been taking all the steps we could think of to learn more about the groups that have been causing me headaches for the past few weeks, but it all turned out to be futile. At this point, I'm becoming very upset that I'm being blinded by facts. We were in the warehouse getting ready for the parents' meeting when Briton entered the room. As soon as he walked in, he greeted, "Boss." "Any urgent news and reports, Briton?" As I beckoned him to come inside, I inquired. "All of the other warehouses have been renovated. To
My father and Kyle's father appear to be conversing in their own minds. It's as though their minds are intertwined in a never-ending loop of possibilities. "Hey, old man, we're still here and waiting for an explanation." By shooing his father's arm away, Kyle disrupted our fathers' stares. His father reacted to him and said, "Asshole! Better act your age, Kyle." He added, causing a laugh from Kyle and me despite the seriousness of the conversation we were having. "Whatever you say, dad. So, what are your thoughts on this?" Kyle inquired. Without saying anything, both of them continued to stare ahead. I shifted my position in my seat, apprehensive. Isn't that what I was expecting? This reaction from them? Is it really a significant issue? Were we put in jeopardy by Dimitri Wilson's abrupt reappearance? What is it that they want? I despise it when I'm so powerless and unaware of what's going on around me. As I lean back in my chair, I throw a glance at my father. I remarked, "Hey, d
I haven't seen Ariella for quite some time now. I'm not sure how I'm going to react to her engagement to the jackass. Who would have guessed that the dickhead would even consider doing something like that? Who would have anticipated, that despite our attempts to eliminate him from the scene, he would strike us back with a vengeance? And right now, I'm so enraged that I want to fucking kill that piece of crap. I'll have to come up with a way to get him out of our lives completely. So, do I have to murder him? Is it a good idea to shoot him in the skull to put an end to my misery? It's either in his heart or in his head, maybe? As long as the fucker dies in an instant, I don't care. I need to think quickly and well, regardless of the situation. Aside from my concerns about Ariella's relationship, Kyle and I have been looking everywhere for information about Dimitri and Lucio. In our warehouse's basement, the spy is still breathing, and Briton never lets a day go by without striking him
Surprise, I quickly stood up, almost making Marga fall from my lap if she hadn’t held on to the table. "What the fuck, Elliot?" Marga hissed while trying to fix her clothes before turning to Ari. Ari, on the other hand, was the one who was glaring daggers at the both of us. "Care to explain, boyfriend?" She snapped back at me, her eyes strained at Marga. I try to compose myself and fix my clothes as well. "Boyfriend?! Whom are you referring to as your boyfriend?" Marga roared in response before I could even utter a word. And I wish Kyle would suddenly appear at that moment. "My boyfriend is the man you're straddling with. Inform her, Elliot. Clarify who I am to this narcissist of yours." Ari screamed, leaving me stunned as I stared at her. Is she now referring to me as her boyfriend? Didn’t she say I'm just a fucking best friend? I'm a little perplexed now, but my chest began to pound furiously. I'd like the sound of that. I like being called her boyfriend. What the fuck, Elliot?
When I walked into my warehouse office, Kyle and Briton were both staring at me, well, glaring at me. And I can understand Kyle's anger and I understand his frustration. I went out of the office with Ari a while back, while he was nagged by Marga. "What?" I inquired in a skeptical tone. "Where the fuck have you been all this time?" he asked. I responded, "I told you I'd just drop Ari off at her place." "What a wonderful gesture to drop her off at her place. Even though you knew we were going to have to talk about a lot of shit, you even stayed for a long time!" "Boss, you must have forgotten, several of our guys have been assigned to lady love's safekeeping. The guys follow her wherever she goes." Fucking shit, I totally forgot that. I cannot lie about this, I guess. "The both of you, don't you forget who I am-" As they cut me off, they both shouted, "Yeah, you're the fucking boss!" I couldn't keep myself from a tight smile that escaped my lips. "I'm not sure why you're even s
When I saw that bitch straddling Elliot, I don't know what it was that made me respond the way I did. I'm sure I shouldn't have made such a fuss. I'm sure I shouldn't have been so enraged. For the love of God, I'm engaged. What I don't understand is why I behaved the way I did. It bothered me that she was all over him, while Elliot was clearly enjoying every moment of it. I was furious when I caught her kissing my boyfriend! Yeah? Your boyfriend, Ari? Are you sure he's the real boyfriend? Gosh! I'm talking about my fake boyfriend! I'm a total shameless flirt! What is it about Elliot that makes me feel this way? I fucking have a boyfriend, and I just got engaged to him, which is a huge plus. But why do I still have the impression that the feelings I've had for Elliot that I tried to bury are slowly seeping back into my life? Why is it making its presence felt so suddenly? And every day, I'm left perplexed. I'm trying to convince myself that Matt's absence makes me miss him more. And
The following weeks flew by without a trace. Matt and I don't get to talk or video call as often as we would like because Matt has been so busy with his work. Everything is simply so difficult when you factor in the time difference. Instead, we used messaging to stay in touch as often as possible. When I get up, I'd text him, but he was probably still asleep. When he awakens from his slumber, he will reply to me while I am still asleep. I have no choice but to understand our situation, as difficult as it may seem. I kept reminding myself that we are making these sacrifices for the sake of our future together. Just a little bit of sacrifice and then we can be together again. He can either return to work here in a few years, or I can come to him. We haven't really talked about our plans for the future, especially when it comes to tying the knot, because we're so focused on the moment, especially since Matt is slowly achieving his dreams. I checked my phone as I got out of bed to see
I planned a surprise visit to Ariella's apartment today. Over the last few weeks, I've been extremely occupied with a range of tasks. And my business does not revolve solely around black markets and lawful ventures. A significant portion of my attention was devoted to strategizing and ensuring Marga's capacity to execute her job accurately. To say that I was startled by Matt's ability to switch off his desires is an understatement. If it weren't for the fact that he's Ari's fiancé, I'm positive I'd be impressed with him. He was able to disregard all of Marga's advances, forcing me to contemplate alternative options. I figured he must genuinely care about Ari, huh? This merely suggests that I'd have to improve my game. I can't seem to find a way to remove him from the picture. It's as if every time I come up with a brilliant scheme, it either backfires on me or the asshole comes up with a bigger and better strategy to derail my plans. And I'm a tad irritated. How much luckier can he g