The Hero

Chapter 2-Lucien

"Mrs. Followhill!"  Someone knocked at my office door. 

"Come in!" I answered and looked at my papers on my desk.

Being the CEO of the Followhill's oil company has got me frustrated. When my father died, the company was left in my hands.

"Good morning. The guest just came." Grace, my assistant said.  With fake long blonde curly hair, blue eye contacts, pink skirt and a white shirt, 4 inch high heels made her look like she came from a Halloween party.

Sara was right, I must do a dress code for the employers. My sister Sara Followhill is the only one that looks like my beloved mother, she reminds me of her a lot of times.  Her caring and calm personality. Our mother died giving birth to her.

Grace came in slow and seductive steps, her hips moving. I roll my eyes.
"These are the papers for today's work." She put it on my desk leaning on so she can show those plastic boobs through her V white shirt.

The fact that Damien fucked her multiple times, I don't use old stuff.

Damien sexual life is public, one time he has been arrested because a model told the police that he raped her. Unfortunately, the cameras showed otherwise, he didn't even touch her. The model did that just to take money from him.
I visit once a month a private club in Switzerland that Damien has. Women There are fair enough to keep me satisfied.

"You can leave." I nodded at her without even looking at her.

She stood up and stared at me. Her fingers with red nails unbuttoned the button on her shirt.

"Mrs. Brown.." I sighed and grabbed the bottle of water and poured it on my glass.

"Just open one more button and I am going to take 70% of your monthly salary." I said and drank the water.

"You are really a Lucifer." She said while staring at me.

She buttoned her shirt and left the room quietly while swinging her hips.

People call me Lucifer, because of how evil and disrespectful I am. They call Damien the Demon if you touch him you get burned.

Damien found her. He said she has experiences with business, but she has experienced only how to seduce someone.

She is only here because she knows how the work goes.

The door opened loudly, making my glass of water shake.

"Lucien...what in the goddamn world did you do to Grace? You cockblocker!" Damien came and said with an unpleasant voice.

Damien, unlike me, wore a white Tommy Hilfiger T-shirt and denim pants with white converse. One thing about him, he doesn't give a fuck about the rules in this company even in our father's time.

"Good morning to you too." I said and sighed. Sometimes I want to see why is so attracted to her, when she fucks every other day someone else.

"Lucien.. I thought you were my brother." He said in a hurtful voice and put a hand on his chest like I hurt him.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a paper to sign.
"But don't worry, I know how to cheer my depressed, angry, psycho brother." He said cheerfully and came to my desk.

He put a hand over my shoulder and I looked at the brown wall waiting for this moment to go.

"Today is Friday." He said.

I nodded and looked at the papers that Grace put in.

"Today, you are going to leave your workaholic ass in this office and cheer up. All right?" He nodded.

"Great...can you just fucking go?" I said in an angry voice.

"Wooow...you just cursed, put a dollar in that pussy pig." He stood up and went to the door.

I always appeared as  the perfect son, because I am the oldest. Got better grades at school, studied Master in business at Harvard university, followed my old papa's steps even though I didn't want it because I had no choice.

After our mother's died, I took care of Damien and Sara, because our father didn't know what to do but work. So I had to take care of them, even save them.  When I think about those times, it brings a coldness to my veins.

"Can you explain this?" I grabbed the newspaper from my desk and went to him.

He turned to me and gave me a questioning look.
I show him the newspaper on his chest.

The newspaper said: The Demon made another scandal. This time the president's daughter is left crying and running after Damien in only a shirt when he is leaving her house.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the newspaper.
"Same shit different day." He said and looked at me.

"Damien this is not funny anymore." I said.

He leaned against the wall and started whimpering something. It is clearly he doesn't give a fuck.

"You know you can bang everyone, but the president's daughter. You know how important is our deal with him." I said and stared at his dark blue eyes.

"Blah blah blah... look brother..the difference about me and you is I do not kiss asses." He said and came to me.

I sighed. Here we go again. He always thinks I am going all over somebody, but the difference is I do not give a single fuck even if you are the president of this World.

If you stand against me you are dead, if you stand with me I respect you. And that is with the president he respects us and of course our father and that is why we shouldn't do anything bad.

"Look.. I do not fucking care...buy her something and cheer her up otherwise we are in some deep shit." I said and turned around.

"Why? Careful hurting your little black Armani suit over here?" He stopped me and grabbed my arm.

He is starting to get on my nerve. One thing about him is if I step into his business he steps on my own.

"I do not give a shit about your business in Switzerland or in Italy." He said and looked me at the eyes.

The blood boiled in my veins. In Switzerland he means the private house full of whores who sell themselves in Italy he means the business I have with the Matteo of the Outfit.

"So do not give a shit about my business. Who I fuck doesn't interest you. Unless, you want to have a threesome?" He said and chuckled.

I groaned and pushed him away. He and his threesome. My goodness.

I went to my seat and ran a hand through my hair.

"You are going to end this day and we are going to have fun. All right brother?" He said and grabbed his phone from the jean's pocket.

I began ignoring him like I always do. I looked at him again.

He started smirking and licking his lips and I saw his dick rising in his pants.

This fucker is sex-typing in my fucking office.

"Get the fuck out of my office!!" I screamed at him.

"Chill.. you are going to win the biggest cockblocker of the year." He groaned and went out of my office.

"Asshole." I murmured and went on with the work.