Rafael

Chapter 8 - This Is What I Get For Listening To My Mother

Rafael Montero's POV
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"Yes, it was a fucking buyout and I don't care whose dick you have to suck or chop off to finalize this deal, you'd better do it," I cussed at the guy who I had put in charge of this whole deal.

This is what I get for listening to my mother.

"Oh Raf, you have to learn to delegate because I never see you anymore. You always say you're too busy," She cried, with puppy dog eyes and I immediately wanted to do whatever she said.

Did all moms guilt-trip their sons like this?

I took her advice and gave one of my executives the hugest deal of the month.

It was an oil company that I had been trying to get ahold of for months and finally, they had filed for bankruptcy.

All this guy, Pete, had to do was pay the asking price but no, he decided to negotiate for a lower price.

Now, the company found a buyer who was willing to go for the original price and they had basically told us to fuck off with our negotiation.

I had put millions into this investment and now I was looking at getting zero returns.

Needless to say, I was fucking pissed.

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

"I'm sorry Sir, I made a mistake and I vow that I will get you that company," he squeaked in fear.

He knew that I wasn't fucking around.

Suddenly my door opened and a very beautiful brunette entered slowly with a nervous look on her face.

I had a thing for brunettes.

Well, not a thing, more like one-night stands.

"Just deal with it before tomorrow or else, I have an interview to deal with," I told the idiot on the line, mostly focusing on this woman who immediately reduced my anger immensely.

She perked up at the mention of the word 'interview'.

She must have thought that I didn't see her come in.

Who could miss such a beautiful face?

I wondered what her hair would look like free from that tight bun that she had in.

I wish I could just take it down and see for myself.

If she was mine it would be as easy as that.

I motioned for her to sit down in one of the smaller chairs at the desk because I didn't want her feet to get tired.

The high heels that adorned her feet would be uncomfortable to stand in for too long.

I didn't even see the point of it because she was still really short and I could probably lift her with one hand easily.

"Mr. Montero, I have a way to get the oil guys to take us back but it isn't exactly legal. Well it's legal in Switzerland but not here if you get what I mean," he said, nervousness evident in his voice.

"I already said that I don't care what it is you have to do, the SEC is already on my ass! Might as well give them a valid reason."

I just wanted to get off the stupid phone and find out who this girl was but this shit for brains cocksucker wouldn't hang up.

"I'll need the phone number for that Swiss banker you dated last year."

Lina.

The little accent that she had was the sexiest thing I'd heard plus she was a wildcat in the sack.