Coming back to the end [COMPLETED]

Part 1

 I ended my daily training and went to the shower. If my morning didn't start at the gym I became pissed at little things and everybody at work annoyed me.

 I went back to my apartment and got ready for work. Being the head of the security of the most powerful company in the States was not an easy task. Dealing with multiple issues and trying to keep up with everything took all my days and even nights. But I didn't actually mind.

  It's been two years since I left my heart in Chicago in the hands of a petite feisty woman. Now that I was a heartless fuck, I could fully devote myself to work and have no distractions. I didn't give myself a chance to think about her or about her perfect life with the love of her life. Her husband. My best friend. I haven't contacted her since then. Neither had I spoken with him.

 I drank my coffee and adjusted the cufflinks on my crispy white shirt. Besides being the head of security I was a silent right hand to the CEO. Chris was my good friend and he was the one who helped me to move to California and start over. There were no questions asked why I was leaving Chicago, he just took me under his wing and helped me to drown in work instead of pitying myself to death.

 "Good morning sir, he's your coffee and the copy of your schedule was sent to your phone 5 minutes ago" my secretary Anny, a small blonde with perky breasts, passed me a cup with a bright smile on her face. She was one of those hard workers who would leave the office after 9 PM and would be at her place before the boss.

 "Thank you, Anny. Remind me to send you a present for working so hard" I winked at her and went to my office.

 Today was a hard day. We were launching a new project and today was supposed to be a big Gala for presenting it to the world.

 I was not a big enthusiast of these kinds of gatherings but my line of work forced me to attend them.

 The ladies always liked me despite my aggressive looks. My hair was dark and now long, almost every time tied in a low bun. I had a nice neatly cut beard covering my strong edgy jaw. My thick brows were hovering over my black eyes. Because of constant workout, all my suits were hugging my muscles tightly showing just a little of my tattoos on my wrists and my neck. The rest of the art was hidden under the classy Armani suits.

 Nowadays it was hard to find a sweet nice girl who would love you for who you are and not for the money or connections. Especially at the galas, I had to attend. Nonetheless, it didn't stop me to pick one for the night from time to time. The man gotta eat sometimes.

 I was finishing some paperwork when the door to my office swung open and Chris enthusiastically entered and plopped on the leather seat opposite me.

 "Hey man! I thought you were going to check everything for tonight. What are you still doing here?" he was clearly in a good mood. Probably because tonight he will pick another hot chick to his home and fuck her to oblivion leaving her in the morning with a check.

 "I will go there in five. Just finishing here" I answered not bothering to look at him.

 "Will you come to "Chains" with us after the gala?" Chris is a dominant and he never misses a chance to take a new girl for a play with her at the local BDSM club.

 I tried to enjoy that kind of lifestyle but clearly, I was doing something wrong because I never had a feeling of full pleasure. Or maybe I was just too tired of giving pleasure to someone I didn't anticipate seeing in my future.

"I think I'll pass. We have an important meeting tomorrow and knowing you, I will have to take it into my hands again" I said looking pissed into his eyes. The man was a billionaire but God knows how he achieved it. He was a teenager with the ability to party all night long without feeling responsible about the consequences in the morning.