<My c**k or your casino?>

|Kian|

I RECOILED in shock. That voice, I knew its owner. Even as I registered that annoying fact, the first act of instinct my body performed was to shield Jade's naked body from the onlooker. Protect her dignity from prying eyes that were not mine.

But it was no need, as Jade had already roused from her lust induced slumber. Fast as a hare, she slipped out of my hold, scooped her robe up and shimmied into it. Then, as swift as I could say fuck, she'd sought for escape, the banging of her room's door echoing loud and clear.

Shit. There went my plans of having a good time.

Raising myself up, I circled around to meet the fool who'd dared to interrupt my making out session.

Rina fucking ex-wife.

She regarded me through narrow eyes, an expression that was akin to loathe and lust masking her face. A glint of arousal shined in those malicious orbs of hers as she raked a scathing glance at my hard-on. Her piercing scrutiny made my skin crawl and my erection softened.

"What are you doing here?" I wrapped the forgotten towel around my torso, infuriated that I had been cockblocked once more. What was the problem with people and wrong timing? And how the fuck had Rina made her way in? To think I had competent security officers.

"Is that what you do now? Sleeping with black whores? What double standards you have!" A crazed look manned her sneering face, her handbag flinging with the force she'd used to propel it at me.

I took a step aside, the bag whizzing past my head and hitting the wall behind me with a dull thud.

Whores. She had just called Jade a whore. A two cent prostitute. My vision altered, distorted into a kaledioscope of murderous rage but I took a deep breath and maintained my aloofness. "Actually the right question should be, how did you get in here?"

Forcing myself to do the sensible thing by not dragging her out myself and generating the scene she desperately wished for, I ambled to the bar to pour myself a glass of whiskey. An intercom was mounted underneath the counter and I pressed it. The earlier she got away from my sight, the probability I wouldn't be heading to jail this morning.

Setting a glass cup before me, I uncapped a wine bottle. "The guards will be here soon so I suggest you start talking as to how you made your way in."

She cat-walked, hourglass figure decked up in a mini-gown and diddled up close to me, her harsh perfume permeating the entire room, effectively dispersing the effects of the floral one I'd been inhaling earlier. "Your dad helped me in."

I paused while cramming the tumbler full with red wine, a tick in my rigid jaw. "What did you say?"

Rina smirked, a corner of her red red lips lifting to reveal flawless white teeth. "Yes, your dad was such a kind man to let me know the code to your penthouse since you didn't want me to know."

I averted my gaze, motionless, stifling thoughts running rampant in the confines of my head. That old fucker. I knotted my fist. The gall. The shocking effrontery he possessed. What the fucking hell was wrong with Richard?

When I tipped my face in her direction, all emotions swept away, I said in a neutral tone, "Okay."

Then I gulped a mouthful of the intoxicating wine, washing down all the churning feelings of fury and hate deep down in that deep, dark side of my battered soul.

That wasn't the reaction she yearned to coin out from me, so she jabbed still, her voice pitched in unconcealed mockery, "I know you're angry and you should be. But we can solve it. Fuck it out."

Her words fell on deaf ears, my own ears attuned to hear if the slightest creak of the door signified them yawning open. I wanted her out, and fast. When the blundering fools who'd termed themselves my guards were done with the task at hand—bundling Rina out—, I would question whose boss they served under. Surely and without fail.

Grabbing a tumbler, Rina availed herself of the wine, still babbling like the goddamn half-wit she was, "Why don't we go to your study? Fuck like we used to do. I'm sure the condoms and toys I placed are still there."

Inwards, I winced, wondering if Jadesola had seen it, outwards, a sheet of ice covered my blank expression. "No, thank you. Someone else is attending to my needs at the moment."

"Yet, you were still hard when I arrived." She sipped her wine, then giggled, that hysterical tune grating on my peevish nerves. "Tell me, I know there are lies you're hiding. She's not satisfying you is she?"

She was drunk, I could tell. Ever since teenagehood, no matter how frequent she nursed alcoholic drinks, my ex-wife could never hold her alcohol. I'd found it endearing and cute back then, but now, it was just so sad.

Katharina raised a hand to caress my chest but I was quick, prying her fingers away from me. "You're obsessed with me Rina and it's unhealthy. I suggest you meet up with a psychiatrist or better yet, tuck yourself into a lunatic home."

Totally under the sway of potent liquid, Katharina paid no heed to my withering statement, rather she strayed close to me, intent on kissing me. It was in this state that the guards found us, her forcing her willowy body on mine and me, pleading the fucking fifth.

After struggling, on her part, not mine, I eventually plucked her pesky self off me. Thomas, who I had assumed was a skilled and qualified chief bodyguard, and another incompetent fool, stood a respectable distance.

"Do I need to yell at you guys to take her away!" I thundered, when the two idiots stared at me, as if they were uncomprehending of my situation.

My temper skyrocketed, and I warned them, tone strict and curt, "This shouldn't happen again. Next time an unknown person makes their way into my private space, you two are fucking fired. Now, get this bitch out of my sight."

Nothing happened. The air didn't stir. In spite of my outburst, Thomas and that bloody fellow were glued to their spots. They didn't make any movement.

Rather Thomas began talking, "Your father said we should allow Madam Katharina in, which is why we're confused now that you're telling us to cast her out."

I didn't need to slide my eyes on Katharina's form to deduce that she was gloating in drunken triumph.

The other one, broad-shouldered with a neck the size of a bull, piped up, "Yes sir, Mr. Fields ordered that."

"Shut. The. Hell. Up," I seethed, setting the glass aside on the counter with violent force. How dare they? They fucking dared to challenge me? And on whose orders? That of my feeble, spineless father? Such a joke.

The veins on my neck became prominent as I roared, voice wintry cold, no-nonsense, "Now listen and listen well, because this will be the first and the last time you would hear it from me. Fuck what my father said. I'm the one running this company, paying your fucking salaries so if you don't want to get fired, then do me the honours of throwing this trash out."

Fear coursed along their ugly as hell faces and they nodded, acknowledging my commands. "Yes sir, will do sir."

With haste, Thomas heaped a wrestling Rina on his right shoulder. As he adjusted her heaving body on him, she wailed, "Kian stop this. Tell your guards to put me down this instant."

I turned a blind eye to the wreck in my home. "Her bag is in the corner. Carry it away with her as well."

The guard bearing the neck of a bull, hoisted down and looped the pink bag within his clutches. Then he marched in the direction of Thomas's retreating figure.

"Kian!"

A glass of whiskey slid down my throat, a welcoming burn.

"No! You fools! Put me down right now! Kian!" She kept on screaming my name until her cries, at long last, faded into fortunate silence.

Well that was done and dusted.

Anxious to blot out the whole encounter, I downed the whole cup in one gulp. Nothing happened. My memory remained intact, still solidifying the fact that Katharina was a bitch. She'd spoilt my mood and I needed something else to stifle the rotten feeling so I stormed out of the living room. The balls of my feet hastened towards a certain someone's door.

Hold on. My hulking frame stopped dead. I was familiar with Jadesola's ways. She would question why I'd made my way into her room. Even if it was only for the sole reason to avail myself of her sensuous body. And I was unwilling to tell her that. So I mulled, conjuring an aim as to why. When I was content with an excuse, I diverted to my room first, then to hers. Gifting her working clothes, even if they were mine, was a reason, suitable enough.

She stood opposite the mirror, brushing through her hair, when I ushered myself in. Startled by my impromptu entrance, Jadesola froze, the hair-brush falling out of her fingers.

Hiding a wry smile at her reaction, I settled the clothes on the bed and stalked towards her direction, a smirk of sinful intention curling along my lips.

Now behind her, I bent forward to pick the hair-brush and handed it to her. "Here, continue brushing your hair while I watch."

Her petrified figure made no move to collect the object from me so I decided on a whim, "Nevermind, I'll do it for you."

"Sir—" Jade began, finally reverting out of her stroke.

"Shh, it's an order." She kept mute and tilted her head towards me. For a moment I slid my eyes over her form, grateful to be enclosed within her sweet smelling self and not that of my ex-wife, whose perfume had threatened to choke me.

Despite the beguiling song of temptation that screamed my name, her well-endowed body showcased in the red robe donning her body, I ignored the amorous call and began stroking the wooden comb through her magnificent curls.

When was the last time I'd brushed through a lover's hair? A long time ago. Even the memories of running my hands across Rina's hair were nothing but a vague, dim recollection now.

Another thought struck me. Lover? Jadesola wasn't my lover. She was just a black woman who had aroused my curiosity. A mere plaything. Nothing more, nothing less. When I was tired of her, having had my fill of fucking her, I knew my interest in her would be sated.

The rustle of her kinky hair, as the brush swept in and out of her rioting curls, the only sound filling the room, brought me out of my reverie. As I gently massaged her moist scalp, I sought for her eyes in the mirror but they were downcast, pinned to her clasped palms.

A dark predatory grin fashioned a smirk on my face, my eyes roving on her exotic features. I'd never seen her this flustered, unable to meet my eyes, dutifully striving to avoid my piercing gaze. It seemed as if the fire burning brightly in her had been snuffed out. Almost. Pity, I kind of missed that haughty, conceited aura of hers.

Well, if these were the qualities she displayed any time I touched her, meekness and timidity, then I would gladly exert my dominance on her. Every fucking time.

"Was that your ex-wife?" she finally asked, voice tiny, after a few minutes of golden silence.

My jaw clenched and I lost interest in performing this mindless charade in which I had been acting like a besotted husband. Infuriated at her question, I let my hands fall away from her hair. "Yes but I am not here to talk about her."

To quench the lust still burning in me, I tugged my towel away and pulled her against me, my cock flush tight against her clothed body.

I paused, with bated breath, studying her reaction, waiting for a signal that conveyed that she didn't desire me.

Nothing of that sort. Fucking yes! Rather, she'd closed her eyes, a deep sigh of content breaking free.

Her body bore my marks bestowed during our passion, an odd sense of primitiveness running through my veins at the signs that I'd ravished her thoroughly.

Her lips were still swollen red, a hint of pink scratches loitered on her cheeks and chest. A hickey, an angry dark brown, had formed on her neck, courtesy of my heavy nipping and the bristles on my chin. I'd forgotten to shave. And I knew that if I pried, I would find rough marks on her breasts as well.

"Let's continue from where we stopped," I whispered, inhaling the musky scent of the skin behind her ear. My cock prodded her robe-clad ass, seeking for a release.

"Sir. . ."

I nibbled the side of her neck tenderly, loathe to leave another hickey on her sensitive skin. There was only so much she could take. "Call me Kian."

"Kian. . ." This was the first time she was moaning my name. And it sounded like fucking music to my ears. An aphrodisiac I fucking pined for. "I can't do this. Not with you."

"Why not?" I slipped a searching hand into her robe, drifting close to her breasts.

She shivered in my hold, soft gasps turning me on. "I work under you, Kian. Kissing, making out, this, wasn't what I signed up for. Not only that, you don't like me."

Of course I don't like you. Just your body.

To shut her up, I squeezed her breasts roughly, my self-control evaporating with every rub, every knead. Tilting her face to meet mine, I crashed my lips on hers, kissing her with all the need, yearning and craving vested in me, body trembling.

My hands left her breasts to ensnare themselves inside her hair, scattering the corkscrew strands I'd arranged earlier. Lost to the ferocity of my wicked demand, our tongues united in an erotic rhythm, mine more dominerering. Ruthless.

Unable to bear the savagery of my brusque kiss, she hit my chest, panting for air.

I had a sinking feeling that I was taking advantage of her but at that moment, the dark, hungry part of me didn't give a damn. I deepened the kiss, nipping hard at her lower lip. Her fists prodded my bare chest once more, a bit insistent this time.

Consent was a big yes in my world so eventually, I lifted my lips from hers, drawing away. Then, I cast a smug gaze at the dazed expression on her gorgeous facial features. A dreamy curl of passion pulled her lips into a wistful smile.

"You were saying?" I murmured.

Still caged in my arms, Jadesola whirled to face me, her soft tone transforming into a clear one. "You made it clear that we would not be having any relationship of the sexual kind. Only a professional one. Besides, you said it yourself, no fucking with my fellow male workers."

"Haven't you heard the saying that rules are meant to be broken?" I stroked the worry lines out of her forehead. "And, you, Miss Jadesola, are my number one rule breaker. You and I both know that. So, tell me, why are you so flustered about this little flaunting of my rules?"

Cupping her generous ass, I spread my fingers over its curve, the lushness and softness of her driving me crazy. Fuck. We could cum by ass fucking her even if she's still on her period, a sinister section of my mind that I was unaware existed, lodged that thought deep in my head.

What the hell?

Jade shifted, trying to isolate herself from my wandering hands. "No reason apart from the fact that it's totally wrong. What we're doing could complicate our work contract and from the little I know about you, when things blow up in our face, you'll revert back to that unfeeling brute who I first met."

She knew me so well, that was uncanny and I'd believed that I was unreadable.

Annoyed at that little truth, I mocked, slanting a superior brow up, "Who cares about the future? What I care about is now and right now, I'm being nice to you? No?"

I adjusted her body to meet the mirror and rotated my aching groin against her ass, a slow gyrating move.

I stifled the moan that placed me at a risk of showcasing just how much power she wrecked over me. "But guess who's not? You. So it's only fair that you return the favor. Now."

Her body went rigid, her once breezy voice coming out strangled, "Is this what it is about?"

"All these," Immediately, Jadesola untangled her hands from mine, permitting a wide berth between us, that fire that I knew her for, returning.

Her amber eyes narrowed in displeasure, tone venomous, "All these were a joke? The tea you gave me yesterday night? The attention, the fucking care you showed me? It was only you working for your own selfish reasons."

I shrugged, vexed that my good boy act had been clipped short. Damn, I could have zipped my big fucking mouth close.

"Wow," she gave me a dry laugh and cursed at herself in her fucking worthless language. "To actually think I thought you'd changed."

Then she slapped her forehead, curvy frame, ruminating in anger. "I'm such a fool. After what Amir did, what was I even thinking?"

I agree, you're a fool. A beautiful one at that. The reality that I'd managed to convince her that I could be nice despite being a heartless bastard was. . . well not something to be proud of.

I watched her rant, well conscious of the fact that my bitter enemy was present once more, that submissive woman I'd held in my arms minutes ago, a mere mirage. If that wasn't sad, I had no words to define it with.

Jadesola laughed again, her tone dry. Fire shone in her feral eyes, a storm of clashing fury, as she hurled words that dripped with sarcasm at me, "Feeling smug, huh? Because you managed to touch me? Well, I'll tell you this, everything I felt, it was all a lie. The moans, I faked them all through. Why? Because your touch disgusted me through and through. And not only that, you took me against my will."

She paused to stare me down with a startling intensity.

Anger, so swift and potent, trickled in my blood, fueling the darkened embers of my heart. I knew she was mad, and wanted to rub her venom in by saying hurtful things she didn't mean but how dare she compare my services to that of a perverted stalker? A rapist? I ached to shout, roar for her to shut the hell up but I said nothing, and merely looked on, face as placid as ever.

Her shoulders shook with the intensity of her rage, the woman before me, continued ruffling my feathers, "Yes, you heard me right. You were an inch away from raping me, I could feel it. And you know the worst part of it all? You think you're so knowledgeable about sex, but bro, you don't know shit about making love. I mean, that was probably why your ex abandoned you. You didn't satisfy her enough, I'm certain."

"The girl was probably tired of your egotistical, self-assured narcissistic self. After all, I'm sure no one, not even the world's horniest person, would want to sleep with such a slimy, inexperienced bastard like you fucking are!"

As she spoke, a massive sea of red swarmed my vision, a dull ache ringing in my head as something out of the blue occurred to me. My fists tightened into balls. Jade was going to rue her words, eat and swallow them down at this fucking instant.

"Are you done?" My lips pulled back in a cold sneer, eyes glinting dangerously, "Yes? Good."

Mute, she eyed me. Viciously.

We'll see.

In a commanding tone, I said, "Kneel down and suck my cock like your fucking pathetic life depends on it."

A/N: Permit any errors you might see for now. It's like 7:51 am in the morning and I haven't slept yet!

Please read, comment and share. P.s: I edited this chap from 9pm - 7:51am. Yes o, editing and not even writing. Thanks loves! Oh and happy Halloween in advance!

Love,
Nita.