<Girls be like, "I'm a doll." Yeah so was chucky you crazy bitch...>

|Kian|

Thursday, July 1, 2021

"DAMMIT KIAN, where the fuck are you?!"

"In my office." I worked on my temple with a hand, a weird feeling nagging at me. Something was off. "Tell me, today's not the day we had to finalize the deal with Velasquez's Motors, right?"

Ryan's voice, coated with irritation, spilled into my ears, unhelpful of my situation. "It fucking is! How could you forget?! Velasquez, that annoying son of a bitch, canceled the deal. And guess why? Because you didn't show up!"

Shit. My eyes bolted shut, a whirl storm of pure, violent anger churning in my chest, setting me aflame. Vexed to the core, I pried them open and bit into the phone, "It wasn't my fault. My personal assistant forgot to remind me."

"Fuck, Jadesola?" It sounded like he was walking fast as he talked, a series of car horns and pieces of people's conversations filtering through.

"Who else?" I intoned, bitter. "Can you ask Velasquez to postpone the meeting till Monday next week? Tell him I was sick."

"Sick?" Ryan scoffed. "Velasquez will believe anything but that. That man is a fucking shark and we both know he doesn't give second chances. Regardless, I'll try my best but I don't know man, you really messed up by not making it to the meeting. Lest you forgot, we fucking need that deal closed before De Santis gobbles it up."

Double shit. A furious rush of air streamed from my nostrils, the rage coiling tight in the darkened embers of my heart.

Zaverio De Santis. Not only was he a mixed black motherfucker, he was also my business rival. A goddamn thorn high up in my company's ass.

Scowling, my eyes roved past the papers on the desk and met the empty coffee mug on the table. With how downhill things were heading, I desperately craved for another cup. But I was wary to ask for one, not after Jadesola streamed the hot scalding liquid on my wrist earlier today. She'd claimed that it was a mistake, a fake smile on her deceitful face. Yeah, mistake, my ass. The red blister on my skin still glared at me.

"Are you there? Or am I speaking to a statue?" Ryan sneered.

I ignored his biting inquiry and ordered, "We can't lose that deal, so do all that you can. Even if you have to lick Velasquez's ass. And while you're on it, I need to have a little chat with my personal assistant."

"I'll try but hold on, Kian. A little chat?" I imagined an expression of horror on his annoying face. "You're not about to fire Jadesola, are you? Yes, she failed at her duty but perhaps it was a mistake–"

I cut the call. Actions, Ryan, not chitchats. Now, onto a certain culprit.

"Miss Jadesola?!" I roared.

That woman had been dealing with me, in every way possible. Unlike her, these past few days, she'd been arriving early. At first, I'd grown suspicious but didn't think much of it until my doubts were confirmed.

The only reason she'd reported on time was to misplace the files on my desk, place dirt on the floor of my office and other mindless mis-givings. One time, I even had to reset the clock.

Maybe it was her way of exacting revenge on me, courtesy of that Tuesday morning and that was totally understandable. I mean, I would too. But right now, I was sick of it. She needed to get it into her stubborn head that her actions were childish and fucking costing me a lot.

"Miss Jadesola?! In here right now!" Again, I thundered, my temper rising with every second she took to appear before me.

The door to my office flew open, as if hit with a malevolent force. And it was, because the vixen, Jade, finally sashayed in, her face cast in a sulky expression.

"What?" She was chewing, fast and loud, an action I knew she did to spite me.

Out of their own volition, my eyes slid down her stiff figure, from the arch of her graceful neck, noting the faded marks on her skin—lovebites I'd gifted her— to the soles of those red heels encasing her feet. Again, they fell on her cleavage, her unclad breasts perfectly displayed to my sight, creamy and tempting. My groin stirred, despite the fury reeling in me.

No, I shook my head to dispel any lustful urges and asked, a layer of impatience tinged in my tone, "Is there any reason I wasn't informed about the Velasquez meeting today?"

"Yes." Shooting me a blank stare, she popped her gum, arrogant and haugty. The insolent bitch.

"Why?" My wrath, wound with a brittle thread, threatened to snap apart if prodded further.

Jade moved her shoulders, silver braids swirling with that action. "I didn't feel like it."

I nearly darted out of my seat in disbelief and shock, the pen I held, falling to the floor with a clatter. The fuck? Furious as hell, I slammed my right fist on the wooden surface, taking out all the frustration that ran rife in my veins, on it. Yet, the damned woman didn't even flinch, still chomping away.

In a cold voice, tinged with ire, I bellowed, glacial, "You didn't feel like it?! Can you even hear yourself? The words coming out from your mouth? Truth be told, if not for that pesky contract, you'd be fired here and now."

She remained unfazed, even going as far as to say, "Okay. If that's all, I'd like to go back and continue working."

She didn't wait for my dismissal before she whirled around, heading for an escape.

What the hell? My eyes widened, stupefied. She'd dared to actually walk out on me? For a second, I welcomed the storm of fury whipping in me, like a raging tornado, my hands curled into balls. So intent was the desire to crush that defiance in her, whip her ass to teach her a fucking lesson.

"Stop. Right. There."

Jade halted, but didn't reverse.

Fixing an acidic stare at her ridgid back, I ground out in a menacing tone, grim and dark, "I have been quiet, watching you play nasty pranks on me. I didn't react or say a word because I know how much of a vengeful witch you can be."

I thumped a fist on the desk. Hard. "But this isn't personal anymore. It's affecting my company, a company you work under and I will not tolerate such insolence from a worker. Messing with appointment times and derailing from your job is unacceptable. If you value your beloved casino, then bring yourself to order. Get it into your thick skull that you need me more than I need you. And sure, I could cancel that stupid contract, but, unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, I am a man of my word."

Jaw ticking furiously, my last sentence came out as snarl, "So fucking behave."

Silence. Pure nerve wracking, murder inducing, deadass silence.

Then, a series of words coated in steel reached my ears, "I'll see what I can do about that."

Jade took her leave, shoulders bolstered up in rebellion.

Damn. I reclined into my seat, a sigh of fatigue escaping me. Her aloofness was . . . well, not my cup of tea. I hated it. That fire in her, it had blazed so brightly, scorching even but now, it seemed colder, wintry. Just like its owner who couldn't endure my presence.

Fuck.

Unfastening my shirt to let out all the steam boiling within my skin, I inhaled the lemon scent lingering in the air and stood. Cool air washed over my heated flesh, as I ambled to the glass window that overlooked the city.

An empty gaze stuck to the blue sky, clouds drifting by, disturbing thoughts running rampant in my head. Perhaps I'd taken it too far. Demanding she suck my cock. But, looking back at the events of that day, she'd brought it on herself, especially when she'd slapped me. And retaliate, I had.

Yes, I'd always known I'd possessed a dark side. A ferocious, savage alter ego and only a huge amount of self-control had shifted my decision to step away from Jade. If not for the fact that she'd been on her period, I would have fucked her. Consent or not. Seeing her in that light, on her knees, begging for my pardon as she cried her eyes out had turned me on. So yes, I was a monster, harsh and unfeeling, just as Jade termed me.

My tongue ran across my parched lips, as I mused, an emotion I'd regarded myself rid of- compassion, sitting in my heart. I'd achieved my aim, shattering Jade's haughty attitude but while I'd maintained that I would never apologize for my actions, a part of me, that soft, tender side, nudged me to. Going all out, expressing my actions as being drunk, after confessing how much I needed her, was a shitty move. Quite frankly, if I swallowed my pride and said sorry, this rift between us, would cease to exist. No matter how small.

She's black, Kian. Black. Her skin is the color of your mother's killer.

I raked a hand through my hair, resolution setting my jaw to stone. I was not apologizing. Next time, she taunted me, I was fucking going to exert my dominance on her. That was a promise. One I wouldn't fail to keep.

***

"There's a crazy woman present in my office, Thomas. I don't know how she made her way in when you're around, nor do I care to know," I reported into the phone, slitted eyes pinned on the mentioned woman. "I give you two minutes to take her out. Now."

Banging the telephone down, I leaned against the office desk and rued the day I met my ex-wife.

"Kian, why are you frowning? Didn't you text me wishing you wanted me here?" a whiny voice fussed, claws digging fiercely into me.

For the nth time today, I gazed heavenwards, eyes roaming across the ceiling, aghast. Why the fuck was my day like this? First Jade, now Katharina?

"Text you?" Lowering my head, I raked her skimpy dressing with a skeptical glance as I strived to escape her choking presence.

She waved her phone in my face, almost gouging my eyes out with the device. Her breasts threatened to fall out of her chiffon gown. "Yes."

My brows gathered together, a glare etched on my facial features. Unwilling to accept that I had actually texted Rina to visit, when I was fully aware I hadn't, I barked, "Give me that!"

I yanked her iPhone out of her fingers. Rina tip-toed close, as if she wasn't fucking close enough, reading it out loud as my eyes flew across the words.

Dear Katharina,
Lately, I've been so horny and I wish for us to make love like we used to. Meet me today by 3 pm. We'll have hot office sex, babe.
Kisses dear,
Your sweet sweet husband (yeah we should get back together)
~Kian

"You see?" Finished reading, she stood on tiptoes and smooched me on the cheek. Loving and affectionate. Her hand intertwined with mine, glossy coated lips stretched in a smile, her expression blissful. "We're getting back together. Oh my God, I can't wait to tell my friends that you finally came back to your senses and—"

"That wasn't me." I slapped the phone in Rina's hand, red hot anger nearly charging me with the urge to smash the goddamn device shut on her yapping mouth.

Rina's brows shot up in disbelief as she placed the phone in her bag. "Really? But the email address is [email protected] and that's your personal email."

Fuck. Realization dawned on me. Rina's old email must have been saved in my old email list. And only one person had access to it.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, the tip of my fingers clenching and unclenching. I should have fucking known that obedience was never Jadesola. Hell. Another act of her defiance was coming in the form of my ex-wife. She'd crossed the lines this time and goodness knew, that bitch was going to pay. In kind.

Rina trailed wandering hands over my shirt, seeking to fondle my abs. As if stung by a bee, my eyes flew open immediately. I was certain that the disgust I felt, shimmered within their depths.

"So hot office sex? Ehh?" She wriggled her brows. A come-hither sign.

"Stop this Rina, I'm working on something important here." Something important like thoughts on 1001 ways to roast Jade alive while watching her plead and cry.

"Ouh, playing hard to get. I'll start first then."

Jesus. My head was already pounding, an incessant beat, my nerves rankled to the very last. Where the fuck was Thomas when he was needed?

Katharina retreated a few steps and bent down, long legs lifting to reveal clear, smooth thighs. When she came up, a red thong was clutched in her hands. One that she threw at me.

Sickened, I shuddered and removed the filthy from my body, pushing it back onto her shoulders. The last thing I desired was to smell of her pussy juice. "That's enough, Rina."

"No it isn't. Where's the guy who gave it to me so hard? The one who played with my clit, teasing me till I surrendered? I'm sure he's still in there."

A laugh that grated harsly on my nerves escaped her lips, her gown hiking up to her thighs. For a split second, I scrutinized her body, staring hard and well, to gauge if my libido would stir. Nothing of the sort happened. Zero. Nada. Zilch.

'I even have a plug in my ass. Wanna see?" Her pussy was almost in my line of sight now.

Okay, that's it. It was time up. If the guards, Thomas and his incompetent cronies, weren't showing up, I was going to have to drag her out myself.

"Come here," I said in a brusque tone. Tugging her miserable self away from my poor table, I strode towards the door, uncaring if I manhandled her in the process. Of course, she squirmed and yelled but my grip was unrelenting.

The moment we made our way out, I spied Jade scurrying to sit, an innocent smile gracing her lips before she shrouded herself from my view with a report.

Keep on smiling bitch. It wouldn't last long.

Rina wailed, jerking me away from the ungodly thoughts I nursed towards my spiteful assistant, "Kian, you're breaking my heart. Didn't you say you wanted–"

"Shut up or I'll do it for you!"

She zipped her lips close, body trembling, fear rolling off her in waves. Once I neared the lobby, Thomas's brawny physique came into sight. Thank fucking goodness. It was about time he did.

"Take her out."

He nodded in acknowledgement and hauled my struggling ex-wife away with him, carrying her lithe body up on his right shoulder.

Perfect. My next stop was Jadesola.

With a deadly intent and lethal resolve, I stalked to her location. She jerked her head up from the document, lips about to fashion a sentence but I neither gave her a chance to talk nor move. Rather, I clamped my hand tight on hers, hauling her into my office, the door banging forcefully. Then I dropped my hold.

She staggered towards the office sofa, massaging the affected area of her wrist. "Careful Kian, you might make this a habit."

I gave her a death stare even though she was right. The amount of times I'd seized and dragged her around was countless.

"Start talking."

She rather sat on the sofa, crossing her legs while I loomed ahead of her, like an ogre that was about to gobble her up. And I was. I ached to inflict a measure of punishment, any form of discipline, so far as I grinded that fucking arrogance she exuded, to dust.

Despite myself, the annoyance bubbling in me, my eyes strayed to the vee between her thighs, sensual images of her smooth rounded flesh flashing before my mind but I tamped them down. Not now.

"You said I should start talking. About what?" She cast a blank look at me and shook her head slowly, braids framing a curtain around her upper body.

"Fucking start talking!" I pointed a menacing finger at her.

"Again, I ask what because I can't recall. My head is too occupied to be filled with useless information."

Eyes blazing, my restraint snagged apart, fists curled. "Jadesola!"

"What? Screaming my name isn't going to jog my memory either so you'd better tell me why exactly I'm here with you looking and shouting like a mad dog."

Mad dog? This close. I was this fucking close to acting out a perfect example of what a mad dog would perform in my situation. Regardless, I closed my eyes. Deep breaths. Deep deep breaths, Kian.

When I pried them open, Jade still riveted her vacant eyes to mine, a nondescript stare.

"My ex-wife said I emailed her to come and have office sex with me." I placed emphasis on the last few words. "And I was wondering, me? I can't remember the last time I texted Kat nor does she have my email address because I fucking changed it. So to have her arrive here, showing me a message that actually did come from me, that's very fishy."

"So what are you trying to imply? That I did it?" Jade arched a brow, nonchalant as ever.

I leaned in, my body in line with hers, her delicious apple scent wafting to my nostrils, heady and sultry. "It baffles me too because I don't why the fuck you're lying."

She just shrugged. Unable to help myself, my searching eyes fell on her breasts, those creamy mounds jiggling with that slight motion she'd made. No, focus on the matter at hand, Kian!

Roaming my bitter gaze across her face, lingering on her lips for a second, I rasped out, fierce, "Really, Miss Jadesola, really? And I thought you knew better."

Jade merely stared, unblinking and impassive.

"Fine." I straightened up, fingers digging into my palms, pinpricks of pain and bloody fury setting me ablaze. "Get ou—"

"Why are you mad though?" interrupted the irksome woman. "You ordered that I should stop dealing with you in a professional manner so I decided to make it personal." A coy smile followed her statement.

What the fuck was wrong with her? "So you have just confessed to cat-fishing, sending my ex-wife an email in the pretense that it was I?"

"Guess I did." This time, the wicked grin curled by the side of her sinful lips was full blown.

Anger tightened my jaw. This unbothered attitude of hers. No. I walked to and fro, the rays from the sun throwing my shadow across the room.

This was unacceptable, blantantly flaunting my rules was not allowed. At all. I brooded, a dreadful frown pressing my lips into a thin line. Totally out of bounds.

She watched me, unflinching as I stalked the room, her air indifferent and cold. "You're walking like you've got hot shit in your pants. Scared much?"

A corner of her lips lifted up, honey eyes glittering with a hard light.

Fine, I was done reining in my fury. She had to be dealt with.

Incensed, I stalked up to her, my movements, slow and panther-like. Tilting her chin, I drove my thumb deep into her flesh, biting. "You have been playing with fire, Miss Jadesola and I guarantee you that you will get roasted."

"Ouh, burn," she mocked, sarcasm dripping off her sentence as she jerked her head away.

But I wasn't done. Not by far. Still yearning to wipe off that stupid smirk present on her countenance, I trailed a path down her almost bared chest, my fingers dancing along her skin, setting off an erotic rhythm. She froze.

"Next time you want to impersonate me, know that I don't write dear or make love. I'm not some pathetic sissy. I use vulgar words. Cuss words. Cunt. Fuck. Screw. Bitch. Suck my dick." 

Jadesola's beautiful face hardened, eyes narrowed in disgust, the bravado she'd displayed long gone. She probably thought I was going to order her to suck my cock again.

"Hey hey, why the tiny frown?" I wrapped a dominating hand around her neck, my other fingers now resting on the vee of her breasts, her nipples prodding the material. Hard. Ah. To think she was downplaying her arousal.

A satisfied smirk playing by my lips, my voice came out as a whisper, soft and intimate, "You think I'm going to make you suck my cock again? Fat chance, although being honest, that's a very tempting option but no. Your tears and pleas are ugly."

She tried to escape from my caging hands, daggers glaring from her stare. "Leave me alone, you bas—"

"Shhh." My lips strayed closer to hers, mimicking an air kiss as my palm closed around one of her tits. "You said you're acting on personal terms, right? That's fine. Since you're dealing with me personally, I'd like to return the favor as well."

I squeezed her breast through the filmsy material of her shirt, gentle, that vacant glimmer in her eyes, gone, lust and desire shimmering in their dilated stare now.

"After all, the two of us can play personal games, yes?" I flicked a finger over her budding nipple.

Golden silence prevailed.

I kneaded her breast, harder, fiercer. A lewd moan welled out from her, body trembling. Shrouding a dark, cynical smile, I let my fingers drop away from her chest. Then they inched slowly to the hem of her skirt. She squirmed, uncomfortable.

"Use your words." Ever so delicately, my thumb caressed the insides of her quivering thighs.

"Stop touc–"

The phone rang.

With great reluctance, I pried my hungry fingers away and padded to the desk. Reaching out for my phone, I swiped up.

"Yes, Ryan? I'm in the middle of . . . " Taming a shrew. I cast Jade a pointed look. Definitely affected by my touch, she averted her gaze. "Never mind, what happened?"

"De Santis took the deal. I tried all I—"

I terminated the call, not giving poor Ryan a chance to explain. Rage, so potent and deadly, churned within me, streaming through my veins. Because of her, the black destitute, I'd lost the deal. Again.

My back was to her when I bit out in a curt, clipped tone, infusing the hatred I possessed towards her at that moment, "Get out."

The rustle of her body, hoisting up from the sofa, filled the room.

On second thought I added, "And Miss Jadesola?"

The scuffling of her heels paused.

"Resume work when you have your apology letter on my desk."

The door banged in reply, leaving me to deal with a tented trouser and a terrible mood. Blue balls and blue days.

Fucking wonderful and fantastic!

A/N: So onto the chapter. For me, I already like Zaverio De Santis even if we are yet to meet him. Here's a little tid-bit, he's going to be the main character in the next book I write after this one. And another delicious tid-bit, his book is mafia dark romance themed. Hehe. A mixed mafia hawt mannnn! Count me in!

Btw, I think Jadesola's stay as Kian;s p.a is hanging by a mere thread, lmao. She's really driving the poor man crazy. Honestly. Also, dyu think she'll apologize to Kian?

Me: We shall see. You?

Expect another update about wedding bellssss! Yes Jade is getting hitched, or not...😏🌚

Love,
Nita.