Desire (RATED R)

Meeting Tristan

The annoyance and frustration pounding into me from all around. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I should probably talk to Dr. Lee, but he would just fucking piss me off even more. People might say I'm stupid to always follow orders from my therapist. They think I can't take my life into my own hands. Fuck them. Their not filled with anger and darkness in their soul, their lucky to not have it in them.

The number of women looking at me as I walk down the streets is enourmous. Yeah, yeah baby its just a face. This is why I always have Josh drive me everywhere, but I wanted to give him a day off to spend time with his wife. It's the least I can do for their anniversary.
They've been together for 15 years, I admire them for that. Me on the other hand is a free man. Who fuck has time for a relationship when your too busy with dealing with all the crap you have going on? Not me.

My phone rings and pisses me off even more. "Bass." I tried not to think about how rudely I answered, and it worked. I was way too annoyed today to give a fuck about anything.

"Yes, hello Mr. Bass. I'm sorry to bother you but something urgent happened down at the salon and we need you to come down." Said Andrea.

If I could I would squeeze through the phone to reach the other side so I could kill this bitch. Christ! Of course you do. I hated Andrea out of all my other workers, she is the most annoying little piece of shit ever. I can just fire her and hire someone else, but she was attractive. Maybe on the day she pushes my limit, I'll fuck the shit out of her and then fire her since I'll have no use of her then. Yes that would great.

I call Ray to pick me up from 42nd and drive me to the salon. I can't bare anymore attention and annoyance. I get into the black SUV and then off into the traffic. It took 20 minutes to reach the salon. Thank god it wasn't much longer, the quicker I got here the quicker I get to leave.

I walk over to my salon and see an ambulance pulled up in front of it. Shit, what the fuck is going on? I found Andrea to see what all the comotion was about.

"Mr. Bass, one of the customers that came in today collapsed on the floor. We don't know why, her friend was worried so we called the ambulance to come and get her." She explained.

Where the fuck is she? I needed to see the litte intrution with my eyes.

I walked over to the ambulance where a blonde girl was seated inside. "Is everything alright?" I sounded more concerned than I really was. Honestly I didn't give a fuck.

"I don't know what happened. She got a haircut and when we were about to leave she just hit the floor." She replied.

Ugh. Who the hell faints for no reason? "Does this happen to her often?" I question again.

"Not so often, but yes at times. I don't know why, she's never told me." She looked over at her friend who was laying down in the gurnie.

I brush against her to hop on and get a better look at the girl in the gurnie. Woah. She was attractive. Very attractive you can say. She was pale, pale as a ghost. Still attractive though. Her lips were rosy pink and her hair was ink black. I couldn't tell the color of her eyes since they were shut.

"What's her name?" I asked. Why the fuck did that just come out of my mouth?

"Maya Cross." She answered.

Her friend was also beautiful. She had green eyes and platinum blonde hair. She was tan and had a really slim figure. But she was nothing compared to her friend.

"And you?" I didn't really care about her. Thought it would be rude if I just asked about her friend and not her.

"Jessica Sanders." She holds out her hand.

Ugh. She expected me to take it and shake, so I did. I looked back at the beautiful woman, probably in her mid 20s. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, black jeans, and brown combat boots. Not the most elegant choice but it was better than her friends. Jessica's outfit was horrible. Of course I didn't say that out loud tho, even I know where the limitation stands.

I pull out my card and hand it to Jessica before I left. "My cell is there, if anything changes call me."

I can really take care of her. Wait, pause! Where the fuck did that come from? I didn't even hear one word come out of her mouth, she doesn't even know me for crying out loud.

I always had a thing for black haired girls, and Miss Maya Cross was one of them. I really wonder what the colors of her eyes are, they must also be stunning.

I get back to the black SUV where ray was waiting for me and tell him about the girl that fainted. Of course I didn't tell him that she was hot and I'm weirdly drawn to her. No. Not a chance.

As the drive back to the Upper East Side, I sketch back to what happened at the salon. She had really nice tits. Woah, woah. Chill Bass. I couldn't get her out my head. I quickly take out my phone and call Steeve.

"Mr. Bass." I heard from the other line.

"I need a background check on Maya Cross. Text me everything."

"Alright you'll recieve it as soon as possible sir." He assures.

It's been 10 minutes, what the fuck is taking him so long? Fuck, my patience was weak, I want things whenever I want it. My annoyance level was also increasing. I heard a ting on my phone and squirmed in my seat of excitement.

To: Trsitan Bass
From: Steeve Nichols

Name: Maya Cross
Nationality: Italian & Portoguese
Address: ---
Phone Number: (347) 931 0098
DOB: July 8th, 1990
Social Security Number: ---
Bank Account Number: ---
High School: Regis High School
College: Hunter College
Relationship Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: ---

This is shit. Why so little information Miss Cross? Regis was in the Upper East Side, I wonder why I never noticed her. She was breath taking, I had to have seen her at least once. Oh wait. I was getting my masters degree from Harvard. Hmmm. Hunter, not bad. She must have been a literature student. By her clothes she looks like shes into books and all that crap.

Fuck me. From the ways I've been acting today, I knew what I had to do. I have to see her again.