𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 |

07
ALESSANDRO VITALE
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It has been days since I last had Amber's cum on my fingers and it was arguably one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. One of my most eerily glorious recollections. I couldn't get it out of my head. As an instance, right now. I was in the middle of a meeting with Liam Scott at his office about possible investments in his start-up software company, and her memory was nagging at the back of my mind. I was fascinated by where this investment may take his business and produce a profit for me because he and his company were included on Forbes' 30 under 30 list.

Maybe Amber was on my mind because I was horny but it's probably the picture of her that was in this office staring at me in the most vivid reminder of what I did to her. How I loved seeing her spread wide in front of me, and how I wanted to press my face against her most intimate regions solely to have a taste. I felt as if I were drowning in memories and fantasies about what I had done to her and what I wanted to do to her. Liam was skimming over a few financial statistics so he could give me a five-year projection of his company's performance and help me decide whether or not to invest.

My phone rang loudly in my pocket, interrupting my focus on the outlines of Amber's smile in the photo on the shelf in front of me. The green dress she wore complimented her silky smooth brown skin and her hair in a massive afro framing her face, with the ends of her white teeth showing in a bright smile. Beautiful. "Speak," I said over the phone, my voice strained.

"We have an issue with shipments." With an exasperated frustrated sigh, Gianni says over the phone. I kept my cool and replayed my last conversation with the Garzas, including the promises I made. Those who were now broken as a result of their inability to keep their people under fucking control. "How much is it?"

"Around three million, six million if you mixed it with some other shit to stretch," he replied. My fingers formed a fist. It seems people have just been continuing to fuck me over like they've forgotton who I am and what I'm capable of. It obviously wasn't the Garzas because my threats to them were heard loud and clear about the possible danger to their wives, daughters and families on the line. So this had something to do with shipping until it was transferred to us from sea and checked - which were men that technically had no loyalty and were just in it for the money. "Set up a meeting for tonight. If they are already preoccupied tell them I don't give a fuck."

I then tuck the phone in my pocket without waiting for a response. Liam was waiting for me with a folder of data that I needed to look over before I even considered investing. "This is all of the financial data that illustrates earnings, losses, and trends. There's even some information regarding upcoming projects and prospective sales." I stood to shake his hand after leaning forward and grabbed the folder. I scanned through the pages, impressed. "If I decide to invest, I'll contact you as soon as possible."

Even if it's a solid investment or proposition, never disclose your future plans when conducting business. When you keep people on their toes, mistakes emerge in the most unexpected ways.

He nods as I shift my focus from him to the photo behind him. "That's Amber. Do you know her?" he asks, showing me to the door after he stashes some folders in a drawer. "Why do you ask?" My fingers gripping the folder in agitation and curiosity at his question.

He says matter-of-factly, "Well, your eyes never seem to leave the picture since you caught a glimpse of it." I thought I was being a little unsuspecting whenever I stared too long, so my eyebrows lifted at his observation. "Yes, Amber is someone I'm familiar with." Very familiar, I thought with a smile.

"Oh, that's great. She's great. She's my future fiancé's best friend." he tells me with a distant smile. I'm not sure why his distant smile made me furious, but it did. Even though I was aware of the fact that he was potentially engaged to her best friend, I was still upset in certain ways. Maybe it was because he had had happy memories with her, whereas my primary one sent me to the bathroom, forcing me to jerk off in sexual frustration I hadn't felt since high school. I've barely held a long substantial conversation and made my reservations on her character to act this way. This is completely insane. "Hmm." I said as I walked away with a nod.