Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Chapter 53

Night at the penthouse. 1

"So what are you scared of?"

He raised himself on one elbow as he turned to face me.

"When I drink…." I traced my finger tips from the back of his legs up to his thighs drawing invisible circles on his skin, biting my lip seductively as I let my faux lashes fan my cheeks.

"You misbehave?" He asked in a deep voice.

"No sir, My legs, open." I said with a bright smile, holding his gaze.

I saw how dumbfounded and confused he looked.

We stared at each for a good amount of time. He did not blink, neither did I. I guess he was probably still processing my words, or he was just shocked that I actually said it out loud. Honestly, I had no idea where I borrowed that crazy courage from either, but trust me, I enjoyed the sexual tension in the room.

"And you think it's a problem?"

He finally asked.

"Sometimes, Sir." I took my fingers to his back and began drawing rubbish shapes. I made sure to make eye contact every now and then.

"So when is an example of that being a problem?" He turned fully, now facing me. He leaned his back on the bedpost as he gently placed his palm on my exposed thighs.

I ran my eyes to where his palm laid and I looked up at him and smiled, biting my lip seductively.

"In the case where the person I'm sharing the drink with is committed to someone." I replied in a seductive whisper. I did my homework long enough to know that he doesn't have a wife or public girlfriend, perhaps he kept his private life "private". I just had to clarify my info though.

"Well, in that case, you can relax because I'm not committed to any one. He looked me in the eye and squeezed my thighs.

I giggled. "Well, in that case, then, I guess we don't need a drink."

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Limesville

Despite the central city being the biggest and most populated town or city in the country, it still was not the main city generating the country's highest revenue. True, it had the biggest commercial airport and a well developed seaport too, but all the infrastructure was thanks to the investment from the billionaires from the North, Limesville.

In a grand luxurious office, behind a large mahogany desk, at the top floor of one of the most dynamically elevated companies in Limesville.

Knock knock…

The door opened, presenting a beautiful brunette in corporate pants and well tucked in shirt.

"Sir, Mr Reid is here to see you."

"Jeez! Monica, let him in, do I have to say it every time?" The guy behind the desk replied in what sounded like excitement, but with a frown on his face.

"Yes sir." She gave a short curt and walked out of the door, without shutting it behind her.

Seconds later a tall handsome man walked in, wearing a perfectly-pressed navy blue suit.

"What a boring life." The guy who walked in commented.

"My life is not boring Paul," the guy behind the desk replied as he brought himself to his feet.

"It's boring Grinde." They gave each other a brotherly hug.

"You are sitting all alone in this sparse room, looking so miserable and you wouldn't even accept my invite." Paul mocked.

"First of all, I'm not alone, secondly, my office is comfortable and thirdly, stop calling Grinde, Mike would do" He defended.

"Ok!" Paul raised his hands in the air like he was surrendering.

He slumped himself on the chair opposite the huge dest, raised his legs and placed them on the table, crossing them over the other like he was in his father's house.

"How was the wedding?" Mike asked as he leaned back comfortably in his king's chair.

"It was great." Paul replied.

"Any new chicks?" Mike pressed.

"Nope, but the bachelor's party was to die for, you missed man." He said with a smile and winked at Mike.

"Jeez, fill me in." Mike leaned forward like a professional gossip mongul.

"Oh, no! What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Paul cheeked him.

"Now who's the boring one? Spill it already!" Mike yelled in frustration.

"You were not supposed to have a dick you know?" Paul laughed.

"Screw you, asshole!" Mike cursed at him as a manly chuckle escaped his mouth.

Monica, Mike's secretary, walked in with two cups of coffee on a tray, placing one carefully in front of either of the men.

"Thank you Monica." Paul looked up at her and said with a bright smile.

She smiled shyly, bowed down slightly and walked out.

Paul gazed at her, as she swayed her hips.

"You are not allowed to flirt with her." Mike said, bringing lost Paul back from his lust trance.

"Damn, don't be selfish," Paul turned back to face Mike. "I know that you are definitely screwing what is covered up in those pants." He raised a brow at Mike.

"Reason why you are not allowed to covet over what is mine." Mike challenged.

"I'm not, we could share, just one time." Paul smiled.

"Jeez, Ried, since when did you start doing threesome's?"

"Do you want to know what spiced up the boy's night?" Paul asked.

"Don't tell me you all banged the same pussy?" Mike asked in awe. His gossip vibes antennas were pricked.

"Started boring, then this girl showed up, she was great. She took us all…"

"She took Brad too?" Mike interrupted.

"First try failed, but after taking us all she took him in both holes."

"OMG, please tell me you know where to find her?" Mike almost pleaded.

"It did not stop there." Paul added.

"Jeez, ok, fill me in." Mike leaned back in his chair as he sipped on his coffee.

"Another girl joined the group later, you don't want to imagine what happened." Paul teased.

"Wow, she too took Brad?"

"Yes," Paul sipped his coffee too.

"Front and back?" Mike inquired.

"Yes, they were great, and beautiful too," Paul said, "trust me, they spiced up the night." He added.

"Damn! I missed it." Mike cursed in disappointment.

"Jeez, I've got a boner just thinking about everything." Paul commented.

"Me too darn!" Mike gazed down at his bulge.

"Your little mouse could be of help, but so seem so unnecessarily protective of her."

"I'm not protective," Mike argued, "what makes you think she'll even want to fuck you?"

"Trust me, no woman can resist my charm," Paul replied with confidence as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well, on one condition…" Mike said.

"What's that?" Paul's mode brightened up.

"You wanna screw my secretary, you screw her in this office." Mike laid it on the table.

"Aight, I'm good." He pulled his chair backwards, creating space to stand up.

"Chill man, I'll go bring her." Mike stopped him halfway. He quickly gulped down his coffee and walked out of the office.

Paul took off his coat and cufflinks, he was beginning to loosen his tie when Mike walked in with Monica tailing right behind him.