4

I came here tonight to discuss business with two old motherfuckers from across the city, Piero and Harold. Wrinkly and filthy rich…

Just like me and my family.

Sealing a deal on opening another technology firm.

I came with my right-hand man Matteo. Blonde hair, stubbly face, pale skin, rugged appearance.

While we played cards, throwing them down on the table with money, I saw that woman walk in.

She was fucking gorgeous.

Easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

I could tell that she was Filipina just by looking at her. She had a chubby face, and didn’t look much older than twenty-two.

But her body…

Her body told a different fucking story.

Slim, shaped to perfection.

Toned.

I could tell that she worked on it a lot.

She was so fit and in shape.

A slim waist, flat stomach.

Thigh gap…

Juicy, slim legs…

And small, perky tits.

Just how I liked my women.

Hell…

She looked like a fucking Barbie doll.

It made me wonder what a girl like her was doing working in a place like this…

She was too pretty, she looked so out of place.

In a place full of creeps, where she would get harassed like no tomorrow.

I mean, as soon as Piero got one look of her, he couldn’t help himself spewing filthy words out of his mouth.

Fucking bastard.

He needed putting in his place.

I didn’t know this woman, but hell…

The way that Piero spoke to her, like she was a piece of meat to use at his own damn disposal…

Made my blood boil to the point it almost dried up.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that I was getting carried away.

I couldn’t keep thinking about this woman, knowing that I would never see her again.

There was just something about her that made me more intrigued about her.

Wanting to know more about her…

Like she was full of mystery.

Full of untold secrets.

I knew that I definitely wouldn’t mind having her in my bed, fucking her from behind while her ass was in the air.

I didn’t do relationships…

And I didn’t do commitment.

I just had rough, nasty sex…

And I had it often.

But she didn’t look like an easy woman, like the women who usually threw themselves at me all the time…

And that made the challenge so much more satisfying.

Knowing that I was able to score her…

Despite how hard she played to get.

She looked flustered, almost embarrassed…

As she spoke to our table.

I could see the way that her gaze was holding mine.

I could visibly see how attractive she found me.

The way her eyes burned into my face…

Like she was trying to etch the memory of me permanently into her fucking mind.

I mean, I didn’t blame her.

If only she knew the other ways I would be able to pleasure her.

I could make her scream until she forgot her own fucking name…

She just needed to say the word, and we could get out of here.

But she didn’t look like a woman who made known what she wanted.

But I was the opposite.

When I wanted something…

I stopped at nothing to get it.

7

JASMINE

“I’d love a drink, thank you,” said Adrian, his eyes never leaving mine once.

I could feel my stomach twist into knots, surges of insecurity rushing through my body through millions of different directions at once.

For a moment, it felt like it had only been me and Adrian in the room.

The way that he stared at me…

Like I was a work-of-art.

A goddess.

Nobody had ever stared at me that way before…

The way that he did.

And it caused butterflies to hammer in my chest…

For my breath to catch in my throat.

I was struggling to even compose a sentence in this moment.

“W – what would you like me to bring you?” I croaked.

I rolled my eyes inside of my head, wishing that I would stop making myself look like such a fucking klutz.

He let out a low chuckle, as if he could visibly see how worked up I was getting.

The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk…

Almost as if he was enjoying it.

Enjoying me making myself look like a fucking idiot.