People may call me heartless and narcissist but I better know myself that I'm already worst than that. My father was a bastard for letting me come into this world only to survive his endless torture. But I'm proud of myself for escaping him and turning out to be the most influential man one could be.
I'm not angry with anyone, I'm very much happy with my life. There was a time when I used to save lives of people but now I take them whenever I desire. Yes! I was a doctor, I completed my medicine degree and served as a doctor for five years until it suffocated me out. I became weak each day, saving people and being on the verge for getting blame while another life was lost. So I quit! I instead started doing business, building my own pharmaceutical company. More I got to know that being in this field was like a Mafia. You can produce medicines at much cheaper rates or can buy smuggled medicines from another country, and sell them forward at your desired rate. At first I hesitated but then I enjoyed. I started killing people who tried to double cross by reporting to police and whatsoever. But money is everything, it can shut mouths and it can also open mouths. Since then I've only been climbing higher even if that cost me crushing other people in my way. Today I'm getting back to my home. But I am frustrated and so much stressed after travelling around Europe for weeks. I met many mafia leaders and sighed deals with many pharmaceutical companies and all that costed me drain of my energy. I need a good release and pleasure to make me feel better. And I know where I can get it. That place had been my most ugly secret and I always turned to it whenever I needed it. But it's after such a long time that I'm heading out there. And the only reason I'm not insecure of going there is that it is especially made for people of upper class, no locals and filth. They have a secure environment and their service is also good. You can choose whatever you like. Since I stepped into this dirty field of business, I promised myself to never get married again. Yes I married when I became a doctor but everything turned dark when I had to leave my job because of it. My flight landed safely and the air hostess passed me an seductive smile. She is pretty and she gave me a good blow job earlier in bathroom but I was not satisfied. She went away and I picked my bag to head out to the exit. My secretary is waiting for me as usual and he led the bags towards the car. The driver started loading my bags inside the car while my secretary opened the car door for me. I sat in and he closed the door. I told my secretary where I wanted to go and he immediately asked the driver to take the direction. While being back home, I checked my ipad to get updated on my company's recent activities."Sir! Would you like to spend the night here or should we wait outside for you?" My secretary, Jonas asked me as the car hauled in front of the mansion. "No! You may go home. I'll spend the night here and make sure to send a driver at 06:00 am in morning." I informed him and I knew the driver would be here at 6 as per my word because they knew better what I would do if I found any flaw. I stepped down the car, only taking my phone with me. I would really like to leave the phone here too only if I had a choice. But the phone is the most important thing to me, being connected matters to me most. So I went inside, as the guard recognized me at the first instant and didn't bothered me with the identity. I was their high paying customer so of course how can they afford any mistreatment leading to their own loss?I went inside through the hall and sat on the couch where that so called oldie sat. I called her oldie because she is old and I hate her name 'didi'. Although I never called her by any name but if I would have to refer to her I would say oldie. Her face lighten up the moment she saw me walking inside. It's almost 09:00 pm and I can see the men dressed in suits walking around. One rule about this place is that even if you recognize any friend of yours here, you need to ignore them and focus on what you came for. No interactions and relations. She passed me the tab to choose the girls I will like. I started swiping the pictures to left with a boring face. They all were either not attractive or had satisfied too many customers. And I don't prefer women who had sex with too many before. I don't know why but it gives me the idea of unpurified and disguised as slut. When she analyzed my expressions that none of them is going to pique my interest, she leaned in and started whispering. "I have bought a gem today and she's a virgin. Completely untouched and face like those boss ladies because she is also educated." She told me with those eyes around which kohl was darkly lined and mouth which constantly reeked of tobacco. Her smile would always disgust me but I was here for my own damn business not to judge anyone. The word 'educated' and 'virgin' sounded interesting to me but I knew if she was new then many might already have shown interest in her so I better get my deal quickly. "Show me" I told her and she leaned her head down, smiling. "She is new so I haven't taken her picture yet because I didn't wanted her to be on sale before I inform you. I preserved this special gift for you and you can go and see yourself. If you don't like it then you might choose another" she explained, giving me a weird smile as she exhaled a cloud smoke from the inhaling of cigarettes. Her explanation gave me sort of satisfaction. That no one even has laid an eye on her yet. "Finalize the deal then! How much for one night?" I asked her to take out my mobile phone to transfer the money to her bank account. "I bought her for 1 million and she's a virgin too so I think 1000 dollars will be enough" she barked with an open mouth. 1000 dollars and that too for a prostitute? In her dreams. "Rephrase it again and I'll consider this slip of your tongue" I gave her a chance to correct herself. "I'm serious and this is the amount anyone gonna pay who'll take her virginity. You think I'm kidding? You might choose another if you like" she stared firmly, showing no leniency in the deal. I was a sucker for untouched woman and I was not gonna lose this chance because she barely had women like these. So without thinking twice I was very much ready to spend it after all it was not much. Moreover I already have nowhere solid to spend this useless money on. Better for my pleasure. "Okay, I'm transferring. Take me to her" I opened my bank account on the phone and transferred the amount to her account, showing her the notification. She checked her phone herself and after confirmation, she got up from her place. Leading me to the room, she stopped before opening it. "She is new so she might cause trouble even though I've tried to dealt with it. But look for yourself and enjoy your night" she gave a warning which I very well knew what she meant. She unlocked the door and opened it for me. I went inside and she closed the door. I locked it from inside before laying my eyes on the woman who sat on the bed. I was not nervous and I knew what I needed. So I turned around to face her. She was not even a woman but a girl who looked in her early twenties. Wearing a black dress and only jewelry were those long, traditional earrings. She had a minimal makeup on her face and her eyes were sharp with an almond like shape. Pointed nose and lips which had a shape which looked attractive with her overall face. In brief, she was actually beautiful. She was not even looking in my direction, her face deprived of emotions. Her eyes casted down and she looked extremely sad. I didn't want my mind to wander there where I feel pity for her so i moved closer to her. I reached the bed and sat closer to her. She flinched with the proximity as I lifted her face with my forefinger, wanting her to look up. And that's when she lifted her eyes in which salty liquid swarmed and only pain was radiated. "Take off your clothes!" I commanded her in a cold voice, ignoring her emotions ruthlessly.It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes
She helped me pack my bag. I don't know if I really meant what I said to her last night but there was that force inside me which wanted to make it true. She was a wild flower, waiting to be picked up and taken care of. Since we were on good terms, we didn't fight but still it felt weird to stay as friends and push our feelings back when we're actually a couple. It's all because of my insecurities, and I know I am wrong. She took out my clothes from the wardrobe and removed the hangers. Placing them neatly in the suitcase, I couldn't help but gaze at her while trying to find my undergarments. She was unaware and busy in her work. I noticed how her layered hair kept teasing her face and neck, unable to stay at the back. They shaped her face and she looked magnificent. Like some goddess with those shaped lips, and lashes shadowing her cheeks. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and I wondered how it would feel to tangle those hairs in between my fingers and feel their softness. As
After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine
His hands travelled down until the zipper fully released my body. But still he didn't move back and gave me space. Instead his hands moved up to my shoulders and he started removing the dress himself. I don't know what he was doing and my heart was deeply hurt to feel all of this, yet I couldn't stop him. A part of me was curious even though my chin wobbled from all the crying. He removed the dress from my shoulders, down to my curves, then from my ass and it finally gathered around my toes. Leaving me half naked, only in my undergarments, I didn't feel shame in front of him. But yet I was hesitant even though he already saw me naked multiple times. His hands roughly caressed my body, every inch with his palms. He wrapped his hand around my throat, then to my chest where it all the way created tingles. Lingering around my bosoms, he finally yanked the bra down. Playing with my nipples and moulding them in his calloused hands. While the other caressed the hem of my panties. I wondere
She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv