Anything you say goes

Chapter 4

Anything you say goes~

BARTHOLOMEW

The music lowered with every step I took to the third floor.

Daniel, Isaac and Liam were already seated, waiting for me.

I was supposed to be in New Orleans today for a business deal, but when Mr Rufus got in the way of another business of mine without minding his business, I cut the deal and tossed him to the sharks.

It wasn't ideal to bite the hand that feeds.

And I also didn't plan on coming here today, but I had to get her out of my head.

It was disturbing, too disturbing that one woman, one small woman, would be so engraved into my mind this hard.

Was it because I took her virginity?

No, it wasn't.

I felt that way, way before I even walked up to her.

"That's my man!" Isaac yelled, slapping the ass of one of his girls.

They were curled up on the couch, overlooking the downstairs of the club where the booming music was booming harder.

"Liam, Isaac and Daniel." I acknowledged my best friends and took a seat.

"Are you okay? You said you had something to tell us."

Yes, I did.

"Uhm, I met this girl."

"Please don't tell me you fell in love." Isaac cried out.

"There's plenty booze and women here, and you'll settle for one ass?"

"Can you please shut up and let him talk?" Liam, the quiet one, said, and I sighed.

It was fucked up. My mind was fucked.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her.

"So I met this girl, two weeks ago at Valentine's. She was at the bar drinking, and I sought her out. We had sex, and she was a virgin."

"But you don't do virgins."

"Exactly. She told me she was a virgin, but I felt nothing. No repulsion. We had sex two weeks ago, and then we also had sex last week....at my penthouse."

"This is an issue? Are you sure she didn't use something on you? You took her to your penthouse? Women are always in the hotel...never the house." Isaac said again, and a glare from me made him shut up.

"Seems I'll have to go," I said.

"No, we have to figure this out. Besides, Isaac will keep his mouth shut and concentrate on his fucking girls." Daniel said, and Isaac nodded, pulling the girls closer.

He is wasted. You could literally smell the liquor on his breath.

"So that's the problem," Liam said.

"Of course that's a problem. That's a big problem, Liam. I can't think, I can't imagine something in my head without her interfering. It's as though I got a new mind and brain installed in my head. I took her to my penthouse, bro."

I had never done what I did before.

Not only had I taken her to my penthouse, I fucked a virgin.

It felt so good; she felt so good in my arms. I've never felt anything like that.

And I loved it and hated it at the same time.

"And her?"

"She left in the morning when I was asleep."

"And she didn't steal anything?" Daniel raised a brow.

"No, she didn't. I checked the cameras. She only took her dress and left me a stupid note." I hissed, ruffling my hair.

Now, that's not even the worst part of all this. I'm sure they'll be revelling if they knew my main issue.

"And she'll begin as my personal assistant tomorrow morning."

"Are you insane?" Daniel asked.

"This is too big a coincidence. Not only did you two meet at Valentine, a place you frequent, but she also applied for a job as your assistant. What if she's a spy?" Liam asked. He was the reasonable one among the three.

He could think critically, and I liked that about him.

"I don't think she knew. If she did, I would know."

They both nodded.

"So what's your problem? That she's coming to work for you while you're still trying to get her out of your head?"

"Something like that." I frowned, watching a man at the bar of the club from where I sat.

He had his hand on a girl's ass while she struggled to escape him.

I gestured at one of my men, and they located the fucker, dismantling him and dragging him out of the club.

New Wine was one of my many clubs, and one thing I hated was men trying to get their way without consent.

I heaved a deep breath.

Olivia Benedict Hayes has been bothering me for a while now.

It's been a long time since I let people into my private life, and in such a short time, she has done things many would dream to do.

I was expected to be married when I turned thirty-one, or else I wouldn't have access to my trust fund.

Of course, that wasn't possible, so I had a plan of finding a female who would play the part.

"It might be a good thing. You have to get past this trauma, and I think she'll be the best person for the job since...you know, you two have something going on." Liam said.

Yes, we had something going on. But that was past tense, and I would never have something going on with my employees again.

The constant reminder of how bad mingling with your employees can do to you is engraved on my skin.

Picking up my phone, with renewed curiosity and longing, I do something stupid once again.

I sent her a message.

"Hello, Olivia. This is Bartholomew. Can we talk?"

TBC