Was everyone around here idiots?

"Mr. Bieber! Please we need your investment. "

I scowled as fixed my suit jacket, my footsteps speeding up and the woman behind me keeping up with my pace. This isn't what I meant when I say women chase me. "Mrs. Taylor , I'm sorry but I do not wish to do business with you or Mr. Knight." I stated through gritted teeth, obviously I was upset and most people knew not to speak to me when upset; if they did, they lost a job.

She didn't get the memo, instead her footsteps sped up and soon her tall figure was in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. A flustered look present on her pale cheeks, "Please, our corporation needs your investment in order to keep the company going. We're sinking!" she explained, rather loudly it almost made me wince. I don't think there's anything I hate more than people who speak to me in an overly loud tone when they're directly in front of me.

"Is that so Mrs. Taylor?" she nodded as a stray hair from her pony tail fell in front of her face. I study her for a moment, she was a typical; brown hair, brown eyes, then painted lips and powdered face. I've seen many women like her, had many women like her in my bed before. Would it be a crime if I had her? Although her boss had pissed me off immensely, maybe I could have fun. He did owe me for wasting my time, why not fùck his personal friend? "We wouldn't want that, would we?"

"N-no, we wouldn't. " a stutter was in her voice as I reached out and pushed that stray hair behind her ear, I could tell that the little movement made her nervous. I've had that effect on women for as long as I could remember, it got me out and in to a few situations. A smug smirk played on my lips as I thought about something, I could use this situation for my own pleasure.

I stepped closer, as I did so she stepped back looking around frantically. It was amusing how nervous I made her, considering the fact that she indeed was happily married. I hated that term, because its a lie, you can never get happily married. This situation here, was a prime example of how unhappy their marriage really was. "What are you willing to do for your friend's company?" I asked immediately, my voice husky and dripping with lust.

Her facial expression was the epitome of embarrassed, not only was her face red but I could see moisture form around her forehead. "anything." she muttered, but I cuffed my hand around my ear in a teasing manner, indicating a lack of hearing. She then cleared her throat and spoke almost confidently. "I said, I'll do anything for this company Mr. Bieber."

"Anything, you say? " my voice gruff, her head nodded yet again and I scowled. I also hated when people couldn't use their grown ass voices to speak to me. "Mrs. Taylor, I don't understand head movements. You speak to me correctly." she gulped and mumbled a timid apology, I smirked to replace the scowl on my face. "now you said you'll do anything? "

"Yes, anything. "

The words she spoke were whimpered, needy, and barely audible. I took a small step back, taking in her appearance yet again as I hummed in approval. Mrs. Taylor's skirt hugged her small hips, the skirt was short enough for me to slide up and take her in one of the unoccupied offices. My eyes travel up to her waist, small and easy to grip on; maybe I could have a little fun.

But that would be unprofessional of me.

"Well, start by stooping down to find another individual investor. I don't mix business with pleasure, make sure you tell your boss that before he tries to sell you off again."

The look on her face was priceless, she didn't have time to reply as I turned and walked away with the arrogant smirk on my face that seemed to be permanently etched. Funny how every CEO of large companies used their female employees to get me to invest into their company. I often caught on as soon as I step into a board meeting, as for Mr. Knight's case I knew that he'd try to push his employees on me before I even met the guy, he was an old pervert himself. Fucking half his staff, age excluded, while his wife was oblivious.

What does that situation remind you of?

Hypocrisy at its finest, Bieber.

I fight the urge to frown as I exit the building, feeling a few eyes on me here and there as I made my way to the car parked out front. As usual, after every meeting, I was expecting a call from one of my favorite people in the world. Just as I sat in the drivers seat, my phone vibrated in my hand and I answered it without hesitation.

"Dad! How'd the meeting go? Did you knock them dead ?" a small voice asked rapidly, it belonged to my four year old daughter Alexis. Her voice could bring the biggest smile to my face, I could just imagine her blonde hair around her face while her green eyes shined with excitement because she loved hearing about my job and the places I've visited.

"Hello to you too little lady." I mused back, although I wanted to scold her for being rude. Alexis sometimes forgot when to use her manners, I was okay with that because she's only four but her mother hated it. Sarah claimed that alexis needed to start learning before its too late . I had no idea what the hell that meant but I knew it involved making sure she was extremely well mannered. "I hope your mom doesn't hear you speaking like this, where'd you learn a phrase like that? "

"Some movie, mommy doesn't know I watched it she's with her friends in the kitchen, I'm under my bed now." she giggled, it was obvious that my daughter hated Sarah's friends but yet she still continued to bring them around; I had to talk to her about that. "Are you going to be home?" her small voice asked, causing me to sigh.

"I'll be home in two weeks, I still have to go to the city you just love to read about every night. "

"Oooh, Paris! Dad please bring me back a T-shirt, we have to hide it from mommy though."

I laughed and although she couldn't see, I nodded in agreement. For some reason, Sarah hated t-shirts and she kept Alexis in dresses, skirts and well kept buttoned up shirts I didn't mind, I felt like a proud dad whenever she was well dressed. "I'll make sure to bring you a Paris T-shirt and I will hide it properly, pumpkin." Alexis and I spoke on the phone for a good fifteen minutes before Sarah found her under the bed with the landline in hand. The exchange of words were amusing, it ended when the line went dead and the dial tone rung in my ear.

Sighing, I dropped my phone into the passenger seat for a brief moment I pressed my head to the steering wheel. I had a few moments to spare before I even had to be at my next destination, then I'd be at JFK airport on the next flight to Paris. And for some odd reason , I was dreading it and I was unsure why.

Oh maybe because that's where your future wife ran off to.

Well....

I was hoping to run into her and see her doing worse than I was, sorry not sorry. Although I've seen her in the news a few times, hanging around super models and looking like one also, I wanted to see her in pieces without me. I still remain a selfish man , after a few years my nature has done little changing and honestly I wasn't bothered. But even the little voice in my head constantly reminded me that if I didn't change, I'd be stuck as a miserable man.

She wouldn't want to be with a miserable man such as myself, but it didn't matter. My flaws were nonexistent to myself, when it came to her; I was the best thing for her. But because of the one huge mistake I made, she couldn't see that. She left without even speaking to me, and that hurt more than anything. Aren't couples supposed to talk everything out? Why wasn't I given the chance to save the best thing that has ever happened to me?

Sequoia.

My hands clenched into fists as I thought of her name, the same name that I cried over for almost a year. If she knew I shedded tears for her , what would be her reaction? Sequoia would probably think I'm pathetic, I was dwelling on an old relationship when she was moving on and probably in a faithful relationship. All I got was the annoyingly persuasive baby mother and two children; the children I loved, their mother.....not so much, in fact not at all.

I tolerate Sarah and when I can, I stay away from her mainly because she's a damn manipulator. Often times, when the kids are gone with my mother or with hers, she would attempt to seduce me and being me; I'd fall for it. Just like I did four years ago. Also true.

The mere thought of my mistake brought me back to reality, I had to return to the airport soon to board the private jet that would be mine in a months time. My suitcases were already in the jet, so there was no hassle as I exited my rental car I had for a few days. Although it was almost July , the weather in New York was decent enough to feel the warm air blow through my brown mess of hair as I made my way towards the flight crew awaiting my arrival.

The head pilot was the first to great me, his pepper colored hair made it obvious that he was almost ready for retirement but I still trusted him with my life. "Bieber, the jet is all gassed up for our flight." he informed and in response I nodded before walking up the stairs , greeting the two flight attendants with a charming smile.

"Good evening ladies, I hope you make my flight enjoyable. Again. " I teased, watching as both of their cheeks tinted red. They both nodded frantically, the blonde rushed to the back while the red head escorted me in.

"Would you like anything, Mr. Bieber? " The woman offered, the embarrassment had finally subsided because she was giving me the flirty smile most woman gave me.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Well, you enjoy your flight. And I mean if you need anything, call on me."

Well alright then

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I watch her walk away, the extra sway she added was obvious and quite entertaining to watch. I settled into my seat after she disappeared from my sight, my suit jacket was peeled off leaving me with my white button up and a loose tie. I pulled the seatbelt across my lap as the pilot announced that the jet would be taking off, I planned on resting the whole flight but the turbulence during the flight was tough.

Instead, I ended up with my laptop in my hands as I searched the guy I would be meeting tomorrow. Now this wasn't odd, since I did it for almost every business I planned to invest in. Who wouldn't want to know where their money was going? Sure I've spoke to the man over the phone, but that wasn't enough to determine anything about him quite yet. All I knew , was he's a French man with an accent that's hard to decipher and the project I'm investing in is being built in the states.

Nigel Roux

Images and articles popped up, many of them in a language I hadn't picked up yet. But the ones I could understand said the same thing, owner of a fortune 500 company ,that's what I like to see , his plans to build another chain of hotels, and even some of his love life; a mysterious woman whom they've never caught a glimpse of. It must of been at least five minutes of glancing at French writing before I grew frustrated and shit my laptop. So far, I knew this man's business had a great status and it wouldn't be hard for me to put my money into his project or any future ones if I decided to do so.

With that, I lifted myself from the leathered chair and stood to my feet. This jet had a large cabin in which I could sleep, but I wasn't in the mood for sleeping; I haven't had a full eight hours of sleep since I was twenty seven, I'm a thirty year old man now. Now, I had a trimmed beard that wouldn't get cut until I felt it was necessary, and the time I spent moping soon turned to gym workouts, then those turned to getting my money right.

I quit my job in the MPD and started to use the money I've gotten to make even more of it, thanks to Mr. Cruz, I am substantially wealthy. Speaking of the cruz family, I haven't seen Penelope since we finalized our divorce and I often wondered how she was doing. Curiosity filled my brain whenever I thought of anyone from my past, Ryan; I wasn't exactly sure what he had been doing, but we've been in touch despite our differences and I'm surprised to even say he was getting married, my Father whom I haven't seen in two years. He appeared at my door step, transfixed with his granddaughter; I guess he didn't believe he'd see the day.

Hell I couldn't either.

My father hadn't been in touch with me since that day, sure he sent Alexis money and gifts on her birthday but I haven't spoken to him for more than two minutes. And even then, I was accustomed to less than that. But the way my father had told me how beautiful Alexis was, it was a way I've never heard him speak; he was surprised? I wasn't sure but, I couldn't tell if he was proud of me or not.

I wouldn't even be proud of myself, I'm still slightly fùcked up in the head. All the women I would bring to bed would know, but somehow they loved it. They loved my aggression, my attitude, and the ego that would be fed greatly whenever I caught the lustful stares of many women. Despite all of my flaws, I still had more women than I can count at my beck and call, I loved it.

But often times it got annoying, since one of them every few months ended up getting clingy. I'm not a complete asshole, so to avoid unwanted emotions and messy relationships, I cut all ties with them when I notice even the slightest sign of clingy behavior. That wasn't much of a problem, considering that most of them only wanted handbags and a few thousands out of the deal. Some people would be bothered with that, but I didn't mind.

Sarah would often tell me that the wrong girl would find her way into my pockets, but I quickly argued that she would be the one to do so; and that wasn't a lie. My mother doesn't even approve of the way I lived, claiming that I was a thirty year old man who still wasn't properly married or settled down. She knew how much I didn't want to marry sarah, and she understood why. But my mother still wanted to see the day that I stood at the alter awaiting my wife as she walked towards me, towards our future.

Hell I wanted to see it too

"Mr. Bieber, there are three hours until landing time. A storm is coming in from the west and we have to fly through it so the ride will be slightly bumpy." the pilot's voice sounded through the jet, it startled me slightly but nonetheless I stupidly nodded my head like he could see. Just as I went to stand up, both flight attendant appeared from the back with smiles and what looked like blankets.

The blonde woman spoke first, "Mr. Bieber, we want you to enjoy your flight again. So we've set up your cabin in the back," I rose my eyebrows with a slight smirk on my lips, there was no surprise that I could clearly see the actual meaning behind her words. "you look stressed so we specially prepared it for you."

God I great.

Just as I opened my mouth, my phone rang in my pocket. I put up my hand to excuse myself as I fished it from my slacks. The caller I'd read, Roux CO. and I knew who it was, my money deal. "Mr.Roux, hello." I spoke seriously, out the corner of my eye I saw the two flight attendants scurry off , back to where they came from.

"Bonjour , Mr. Bieber, how are you?" His thick accent making it hard to really decipher the words he spoke, but what I did understand was the creating he gave me.

" I'm great actually, just can't wait to get off this plane. I'll be landing in about two hours or so" I hoped, as much as I traveled ; I hated air crafts of any sort. And I still have an unspoken fear of confined spaces, so me inside of a small jet didn't mix well.

Nigel hummed excitedly, "Well, that'll make you just in time for my girlfriend's party. " he stated, and it sounded as if it was an invitation. I didn't mind at all, I haven't been to a proper party since the closing of a project I invested in and which has made significantly wealthier. "She's having a get together, it would be a great time for you to meet everyone you'll be working with my team and assistants , also."

Well, he did have a point. I hated introductions but it had to happen, and why not do it at a party? I just hope that his girlfriend wouldn't be the type to be too friendly, it would cause our whole project to go south and we wouldn't be able to get anything done. I've had way too many situations such as those but, it would quickly diminish as soon as my time working with the companies would expire; and every time, I was grateful.

Maybe this time will be different, I was willing to take that chance, that's what business was all about.

Chances .

"Well alright Mr. Roux, I'll be there."