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"When can I see you again?" She asked, her voice rather deep yet ever so sensuous as she lay hidden beneath the duvet covers. Zack stooped down to the floor gathering his discarded clothes as he pursued to clothe himself. He said nothing allowing only silence to linger within the room. From behind him he could hear the release of air from her lips probably irritated by his lack of communication. Zack only remained to continue clothing himself until he finished slipping on the final garment that would be his linen, white shirt.

"Zack?" She sighed, prior to yet no words leaving his mouth and curved over to reach for her own clothes that lay helpless on the floor. Shivers darted up his back at the thrilling sensation of her body pressed against his back. Zack gradually turned to face her daring to glance at her breasts peeping from the flimsy, silk robe that she clothed herself with before only then reaching her mid-summer blue eyes.

"What?" He finally said, his release of words compressing the creases from her forehead. Draping her arms around his neck, she replied, "I asked when I can see you again."

Zack caressed his fingers delicately across her back as he exhaled, "You know I come when I please. And besides I have others whom I could be attending to." Then released her from his loose embrace as he placed his hands comfortably into his trouser pockets.

"I hate it when you say that." She confessed, shaking her head causing locks of her blonde hair to fall across her cheeks. Zack shrugged his shoulders as he replied rather coldly, "I don't really care." His eyes appeared to have shifted colour from light hazel approaching a darker tint on the other side of the spectrum. "Now I'd rather we dismiss this conversation." Zack added. Confiscating no more of his time, Zack headed out from the bedroom heading over down towards the front door where behind it could be heard of the scuttle of feet striving to keep up with his long strides.

"Zack." She said breathless, undoubtedly her chest rising fast as she tried to capture her breath back.

Zack daren't turn as he headed outside the door leaving her behind. As soon as he bestowed himself to the outside, the wind as crisp and biting as it could be, took region upon his bare skin. Zack exhaled briefly shutting his eyes before jogging lightly down the steps to where his car ahead sat stationary. It was pathetic how woman could become so clingy, it was near not his fault that they couldn't control themselves. A quiet drink would do, heck it's not like a drink could whine incessantly. Zack had become displeased with her already over the past five days, each night there was something she'd share off topic that it had become mundane sex for him; an routine with lack of excitement. Zack mentally crossed her name off the list. Why couldn't a temptress spitting with fire wander into his life?

Zack took his keys out the ignition as he came to a stop outside his building where his apartment took position at the top giving him sight of the city below; the highlight of morning. He took no longer to get inside dropping his blazer on the banister of the staircase before passing through into the front room where his eyes pinpointed on the glass display cabinet holding his liquor. As soon as the liquor made contact with his taste buds and ran down his throat he couldn't have been more pleased and soon forgot tonight's disaster.

"Zack!" A voice exclaimed intruding the moment's peace he had hoped for. He turned in direction of the approaching voice to see his friend, Kyle, making entrance across the hallway heading over to where Zack stood.

"How did you get in?" Zack asked, placing his glass onto the side. Kyle smiled thumping his hand across Zack's back as he replied high-spirited, "I fucked your maid and she slipped the key to me."

"Well fuck. At least you'll getting some action." Zack sighed as he headed over to his discarded glass to pour himself another.

Kyle laughed, "What's got your knickers in a twist?"

Zack shook his head, "Don't even start." Then poured a glass of liquor for Kyle who took position on the couch resting his elbow on the arm, his face still flared with amusement. Zack took seat opposite crossing his leg carelessly over the other and in boredom began to swirl the liquid around in his glass.

"So, I'm gathering tonight didn't go as planned." Kyle proposed, his eyebrows rocketing up alongside the smug smile lingering on his lips.

"I've f**ked her for a week. It was average." Zack replied raising the glass to his lips before in a spilt second changing his mind as he added. "Where is she?"

-"Who?"

"The woman who'll walk in my life and bring so much pleasure. I've dated models, had the few flings with older woman and neither one had brought anything new to the table. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great but for hot women, they lack." Zack said, his eyes drifting elsewhere.

"Sure you're not potentially gay?" Kyle sneered.

-"Fuck off." Zack spat before rolling his head back as he kicked his legs out further.

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot." Kyle inputted, dishing into his leather jacket as he took out his phone. Zack raised his head up slightly peering through his silted eyes before flopping back in disinterest.

"Here, check this out." Kyle said, throwing his phone casually over. Zack grumbled incoherently as he took Kyle's phone into his hands. At first glance it appeared to be innocent article on his business before branching out with flaws to do with the CEO himself.

"Neil Barracks, editor, writes that Zack Benson has no potential to expand and runs on that of amateur. Does Benson Corporations need to go back to Nursey for some brush on its management?" Zack read out aloud before tossing the phone onto the side.

"Hey, hey. There's still more to read. This guy has got the hound-dogs on you! You should read the rest." Kyle insisted.

"Yeah. Well, maybe next time."  Zack said rolling his eyes knowing he had no intention of reading that article. He couldn't lie but he wouldn't admit that it stung like a bee that this man was calling out on his management. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his management, on the contrary as Zack was 22 when he took hold of his father's business and for three entire years there has not been a drop in shares so who was this fool accusing him? Although he knew he would be sure not to dwell on it considering this was only one article and unlikely to catch fire.

"I'm starving. Got anything I can raid in the fridge?" Kyle asked as he ran a single hand through his blonde locks. Zack was pleased their conversation had been diverted and began to relax as he replied, "I'll get Maria to cook something up."

"I do have feet, you know?" Kyle scoffed, his brow creasing as he got to his feet heading towards the open-spaced kitchen where the refrigerator stood far in the corner.

"You won't find anything in there."

Zack could hear the distant sound of rummaging until Kyle's voice broke out, "Found something." He said as he returned over with a packet digging his fingers through before sitting back down. "I thought you said I wouldn't find anything."

"I don't check." Zack confessed, beginning to mess with the golden cuffs secured at his sleeves, and undoubtedly the trace of smile growing across his lips.

"You're an idle bastard." Kyle chuckled.

-"Idle?"

Kyle nodded, "Fuck you are. I swear you take being rich more than for granted."

"How so?" Zack scowled.

Kyle took a swig of drink from his glass before he replied, "One." Lifting his forefinger up, "I'm sure you can't even cook that's why you don't even know what you stock.  Two." He raised his third finger, "You've never had to work a hard day in your life considering all this was thanks to your father. Three." Lifting his fourth finger up. "You're just a lazy bastard overall." Then smirked in triumph as Zack's mouth twisted into a grimace.

Zack stood up to his feet as he declared, "I'm not idle."

Kyle began to laugh only aggravating Zack who glowered at him suspiciously. "What you laughing at?"

"You. You're so in denial. Fuck imagine you trying to live a normal life. You wouldn't last a day." Kyle laughed once more.

-"Normal? Well this is my normal. And who says I wouldn't be able to anyway?"

"So what, you'd be able to detach yourself away from the fast cars, countless women preferably models you date, live perhaps in a normal-sized apartment, cook and clean for yourself. Oh and let's not forget experience the pressure of real hardship of proper work. Am I correct in saying that could then?" Kyle queried, his brows lifting in amusement.

"Yes." Zack blurted after he'd taken a quick sip of liquor from his glass. "I bet I could."

"Bet you say?" Kyle smirked.

"That's what I said. I mean what could be so hard. Hey, place me as employee under my firm for a week and I'd manage all the work whilst producing it at the highest substantial level." Zack proclaimed thrusting his empty glass into the air to emphasise his point and continued to add, "Shit and the women, they'd hurl themselves to my feet and nor would it matter if they were models or not. And I can cook." His eyes daggering towards Kyle who pursued his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk at his final point.

"Fine." Kyle confirmed.

"Fine? What?" Zack said ever so puzzled.

Kyle's lips drew further apart as the ends rose in conquest. "Let's make a bet then."

~~~

Malodorous scent lingered within the atmosphere as Eva ambled through the pitch-black alley. Ahead the distinct silhouette of a figure through the darkness continued on still unware of Eva who was attentive to remain hidden in the shadows. The figure eventually came to a halt racing to stand beneath the poorly lit, lifeless orange light that as Eva hid behind a filthy dumpster she could see the faint creases across the figure's forehead and his hazel but yet troubled eyes. Holding her breath she peered at the figure with suspicion as they turned thumping their fist on the battered, pastel green door. Steadily she began to progressively move up before taking residence at a second dumpster where her vision of the figure became much clearer. It was perhaps another ten seconds until the door opened inwards alerting the suspect she had followed half a block towards who ever stood inside the door. Barely but surely she could a muffled voice causing the suspect to respond.

-"Y-Yes. I-I have...it." The suspect stuttered, rather awkwardly fumbling within the inside pocket of his jacket.

This was her chance. If only the guys back the station knew what she had been following up on. The Chief would sure have to offer her that promotion once she caught a photo of the notorious gang leader's face. Holding her breath she tried to concentrate on the muffled conversation but unfortunately whoever was standing opposite the suspect was proficient to remain hushed. Eva held consciously onto her belt strap as she moved closer against the dumpster. From the corner slit of her eye, she could see what appeared to be dispute between the two as the suspect shook their head holding his hands in surrender.

Without warning, the suspect began to turn to run before the sight of a gun peeking out the doorway attached with a suppressor clicked causing the man to collapse onto the floor along with a pool of blood fabricating beside him. Eva jumped back hitting into a discarded glass bottle that alerted unwanted attention. Scrambling to her feet she moved to reach towards her walkie-talkie yet the figure unseen earlier materialized in sight taking fast approach towards her.

-"This is Office Jones. I have a murder on-

She did not have chance to finish her words as the tall figure snatched it from her hand pushing her to the ground. The figure applied pressure onto her neck with the gun, its metallic surface cold and firm against her skin.

"Fucking stay down, bitch!" They spat. "Call it off now before I fucking blow your brains out!"

Eva choked gasping for air as she struggled to fight back. The figure placed the walkie-talkie towards her mouth and forcefully applied more pressure. "Now. Do it." He spat once more.

Struggling to defy against the man, she nodded. As he began to ease the gun, Eva in spite of her life kicked the man in the groin causing him to moan in agony allowing her room to jump up. Eva picked up the walkie-talkie bringing it towards her mouth to replicate what should have been said until two solid arms took hostage around her and further taking the device from her hands. Eva screamed kicking her feet out as her unknown captive pulled her along. The man she had kicked to the groin began to slowly get to his feet groaning a little as he ordered, "Get her inside, quick. She's one of them. I'll remove this body. Let's just hope her little buddies didn't get the message."

"Course." The stranger who held her restrained replied before pulling her towards the door as she continued to defy against him. It was no use against his strength that she was dragged through into the building where darkness further lingered in the corners. Behind her she could hear the door being shut then the movement of the man reaching to the side of them.

-"What we going tell the boss?"

-"We'll bring her along. I don't fancy cleaning up." The man replied, his voice gruff as he continued upfront.

"Won't they know if she's missing?" The figure who held her still, asked.

"We'll let the boss fix that. Now get her in the van."

Eva screamed although it was barely audible as the man who barely spoke covered her mouth with material as he dragged her along.

Claire jumped in the darkness at the sudden ringing of the telephone in the distance that encircled the fear of this thriller for a second to feel consequently real in her own home. Claire sighed shoving the blanket off her legs then muted the sound off the television as she headed to the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hello. Claire Winter, whom am I speaking with?" She said, as she leant on the counter.

-"Claire, it's me."

"Oh, Abbey. Hey, what's up?" Claire replied, comforted by the sound of her best friend's joyous tone rather than expecting a husky growl from a psycho killer.

"Just checking up. Any luck on finding your potential roommate yet?" She asked. Claire sighed running her one hand to push her thick, dark brown hair from out of her face. "No. Nothing. It's ridiculous who I have had shown up. Two perverts looking for casual sex thinking that was what I was offering. Cause as we know, a single lady living alone buzzes their attention. And the last person I had high hopes for decided against because the rent was far-fetched to their liking. So thank you my ex-roommate for ditching me for that boyfriend of yours."

"I'm sorry, darling." She teased, filling the rest with her laughter.

-"Yeah. Love you too."

"Might I ask how are you promoting your business?" Abbey queried.

"I've tried work. Erm." Claire stopped to pause. "The local coffee shop and tried the local Uni seeing if any students needed a place. But nothing. Perhaps I should have gone with the two jerks." She joked.

-"Speaking of that. You tried the romance scene yet or not?"

"Abbey." She bleated. "I told you I don't have time, especially if I want that promotion."

"You've been waiting for that promotion for ages, that shouldn't stop you from dating." She pointed out. Claire bit the inside of her cheek resisting the urge to roll her eyes as her best friend continued to blabber on without herself paying much attention.

-"Okay." Claire broke in. "Let's change subject."

"It's my duty as your bff to ensure you aren't going to end up with dozens of cats surrounding you." Abbey said.

"That's such a cliché thing to say." Claire replied, this time rolling her eyes.

"Claire, are you wearing that top with the 'I'm Single and I don't want to mingle' top?" Abbey questioned; pleased with oneself. Claire sighed knowing all too well that her best friend knew her like the back of her hand.

-"So?"

-"Exactly. Now, do yourself a favour. Try and date someone."

Claire sighed. "If I have time and only if I do. Now, can we change subject?"

"Fine." Abbey whined in defeat.

"So as I was saying. I need someone or I won't be able to afford to adjust to the rising rent that the landlord has put up." Claire grumbled.

-"Hey, I could send you money."

"No. This needs to be my own money. But thanks." Claire said.

-"Well how is work going?"

"The usual, besides trying to work my ass for that promotion and trying to weigh down the amount of work being put on us, its fine. Can't say I'm too pleased with this extra work that the CEO has put fourth but I shouldn't complain as it pays." Claire replied.

"Well, why don't you put fourth your query on promotion to the CEO seeing as you are under the main headquarters?" Abbey spoke.

"Maybe. But who says that the big wolf will have time for me? I might as well just keep quiet." Claire exhaled down the phone. "When you coming around, anyway?"

-"Soon. Hey, I gotta go. Matthew has burnt the food."

"Oh, okay. Talk to you soon then." Claire said.

"Yeah. Look Claire, go find yourself a man for you own sake. And I'm pretty sure you'll find a roommate soon. Bye, darling." She finished but ending the call. Claire let out another huff of breath as she turned resting her back on the counter. Glancing down towards her top she smiled. Heck, nothing was wrong with this top. She was single, who cares?

Part of Claire's reasoning towards relationships was her last one in the duration of secondary school. To cut a story short, the guy cheated making his bed. Yeah she had went through heartbreak, the countless bowls of ice-cream, the romance movies and then the piling mountain of tissues. But that all changed and honesty Claire couldn't care less about being single. Why have someone jump into your space? Perhaps she had become a realist and pushed aside those throbbing love stories of true love? But Claire didn't want a relationship.

Maybe she did and she just wasn't one to confess it.

~~~

"Bet it?" Zack reiterated.

"Yes. You've given me an idea. So here stands the bet. You will try to live a normal, practical life without support of your wealth." Kyle said, folding his arms over his chest.

"So you'd expect me to just leave and drop up my position as CEO. And might I add, a billionaire corporation within the UK rated best and expect me to drop it all?" Zack clarified.

-"Yeah in a way."

"Wouldn't I be noticed if I casually began to live off the scenes?" He scoffed, the trace of a smile upon his lips.

Kyle pressed his lips together as his eyes drifted elsewhere. Zack could only smirk finding this hilarious that there was no foundation towards this bet and would not be. Under what circumstances would he get up and drop everything to see if he could live normal. And what is normal?

"Got it!" Kyle shrilled standing to his feet.

"Go ahead." Zack smirked.

Kyle drifted over towards the coffee table in the centre of the living space to pick up a magazine left on the side. "Here." He pointed towards the words 'Undercover' printed in bold. "You go undercover."

Zack remained puzzled scratching the stubble across his chin that abided to still be the highlight for his dangerous, attractive and sexy looks. Call him vain, not like he cared.

Kyle sighed then began to speak, "Right, you said earlier that you could manage the tremendous work you put on your employees, right?"

"Right." Zack confirmed, still puzzled to the matter.

"Well, go undercover. Adopt that typical 'boy next-door' look which girls throw themselves for and work in you firm. That way you'll attempt to win my bet of thinking you can live a normal life without using your wealth and only money you earn and." He paused to raise his forefinger up. "See behind the scenes of your workplace. Find the holes. Find the culprits. You get me?"

Zack paced the room before stopping ahead at the large, glass pane windows that looked out towards Birmingham central city. A smile traced his lips as he shook his head, "You're serious, right?"

"Yes. Why not? Prove that you're not a lazy bastard. And if you like to know that editor, Neil Roberts has got waaaay more articles ready for the print ongoing to your management. And in the meantime, you'll see if your business if flourishing as you so believe it to be." Kyle said.

-"What would I get out of it? Seeing as I am getting up and leaving my position just for a petty bet."

"Name your price." Kyle said.

"Okay." Zack smiled. "If I win this petty bet that I can live under normal circumstances without use of my money, or fast cars and whatnot. Then you'll give me that baby of yours." Then crossed his arms continuing to flatter his lips with a smug smile.

"No. Not my baby." Kyle blurted. "That car is limited edition. Heck, you wouldn't know how to handle her properly!"

"I handle my women right just as I handle my cars right. What makes you feel I won't handle that?" Zack sneered. "Besides you seem pretty sure of yourself that I'll lose. Correct?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Touché."

"So I get your car." Zack smiled, moving his hand out towards Kyle to shake on it.

"A-Ah. Not until I bet what happens if I win." Kyle objected.

-"Name your price."

"If I win and you cannot stand without your wealth and you give up. Then I want..." His words drifting off as he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth before adding. "Then I want that number of that chick you f**ked."

"Done." Zack said.

"Wait. I'm not done yet." Kyle broke in. "I want your car. That one you adore and..." He began to grin like a Cheshire cat as he finally added. "My cousin you've got to go on a date with."

"Who? Jenna?" Zack asked.

"No. Trevor." Kyle smirked.

-"But he's a dude."

Kyle nodded. "I know he is and my cousin has had a major crush on you ever since you saved the day by shoving him out the way from getting ran over."

"He wasn't and I shoved him because he was in the way." Zack protested running his hand through his jet, black hair.

"Well you seem to ignite his fire." Kyle snickered.

"No way. Fuck that." Zack spat.

-"I thought you wanted my car?"

Zack paced around the room, his eyes drifting back to Kyle's extended hand out.

"Come on. You'll never know, you might undercover more than you expected." His words playing on as he continued to smirk.

Zack sighed before walking over and shaking his hand. "Fine." He spat. "I'll fucking go undercover then."

And....thank you for reading the Boss Undercover. I really do hope you'll looking forward to this and I hope in particularly you've got a taste of Zack and Claire's character and how they undeniably collide and clash. I do hope that this plot isn't cliché and doesn't follow other CEO stories. And of course I really do hope you'll warm up to it as much as you did to MCAC.

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