The Tycoon's Desire

Chapter Twenty One

Sylvia

Hmm strange. Where is that stupid sexy lump of a man? I had been in the office since 5am this morning anticipating that HE would already be here and be ready to bark some orders at me. But so far, silence. Sigh. I guess he is doing a disappearing act once more. Oh well. Maybe that would give me some actual real life time to compose myself because who was I kidding. I literally fell apart each time I found myself thinking about Travis. But how could I also forget how he treated me? How could I forget what the result of one night of passion with him brought? I had vowed that he could never find out and the only way I could do that was not to give into him, and not to get close to him.

Just as I was thinking this, Mr Charles Sr walked into my office. "Good morning Sylvia. Just looking for my son. Has he deigned to show his face in the office today?" he asked. Curious that he should ask me when I left him at their home. "No sir, I have not yet seen or spoken to Travis today. I assumed he would be coming in early this morning."  As we both pondered on the whereabouts of my elusive boss, Mr Charles Sr received a call on his phone which he promptly answered with the call only lasting a few seconds. With an annoyed and disappointed look upon his face, he turned to me "Sylvia, my son is a fool at the best of times but today he is really trying my patience. That was Ben who just called with an extremely intoxicated Travis and God knows how many of these models he insists on being with. Could you please kindly assist him to my home? He cannot be seen anywhere near this building in the state that he is in. I have to go deal with the publicity team. Who knows what he has been unto but I won't let him be the reason my company falls into ruin." With that, he quickly walked out punching several digits into his phone and barking orders to his assistant who had been quietly waiting outside from my office. Seeing him all business was quite a contrast to the usually smiling and jovial man I had come to know in the short time I had been here. 

I quickly gathered my things, went up to Travis' penthouse and went to his closet, hoping to find him a change of clothes. Who knew what state I was going to find him in since it sounded like he might have had a bit of a wild night. Just typical. "Of course he hasn't changed. That slimy bastard!" I thought to myself. I just couldn't believe that not even an entire day had passed by since he had me in his arms kissing me is he found in the arms of one or more women. Maybe he hypnotised them the same way he hypnotised me, just to use them the same way he had used me all those years ago. I felt the slow burning embers of a quiet rage long forgotten but that had recently been reignited. I felt the fire in my eyes burn as the rage only increased in intensity as I felt more offended and violated by the memory of what happened between us in the past. I angrily grabbed random pieces of clothes off the rails as I cared less and less about his comfort and began to relish in the discomfort he was soon going to feel once the hangover arrived and the inevitable humiliation that last night's memories would bring. An evil plan formulated in my mind as I thought about all the ways I was going to make his day infinitely worse. Although I couldn't be too harsh with him otherwise he might start to wonder why I was invested in causing him pain. Though the pain I was going to give him today could not compare to the pain he had once put me through. I called Ben to find out where I should meet them and took a cab to them.

As I approached the limo Ben drove, I began to feel a thin layer of anxiety settle over me. I had to get a grip on reality and stop becoming this trembling mess for such an asshole. I curled my lip in self disgust and pulled myself together. Gathering his things, I stepped out from the cab and straight into the limo. What I saw, I could not have prepared myself for. There, in the limo was Travis and 2 half naked women, one sitting on his lap with her tongue down his throat and the other writhing herself around a stripper pole that had been installed in the limo. There were several empty bottles of champagne on the floor of the car and Travis held 2 open ones which he and the other women on his lap were sharing through kisses. I cleared my throat hoping someone would notice that there was someone else present. Nobody responded and so I thought nobody heard me. So I cleared my throat again a little louder. Travis opened his eyes lazily and said "Have you got a throat problem you need to get seen to Miss Taylor or is there a problem?"  The utter audacity of this man! So he had known the entire time I was there and did not think I might find this situation uncomfortable? If his father had not personally asked me to assist him I would not be here at all right now. "I was instructed to assist you home not to join in on your orgy" I responded to him stiffly. He laughed as if ironically, "You presume to think that I would even invite you into an orgy with me." Without responding to him, I threw the women their clothes told them to get dressed and organised their transport home. I never imagined I'd be sending Travis' booty calls home as part of my job. Next was having to deal with buffoon himself.