Cadence

8. Money

Cadence:

It's wrong. I know it's wrong. I shouldn't have let him touch me the way he did. Cause such pleasure with just his fingers. How skilled they are. I went home that night with an empty feeling in my stomach. No pun intended. I felt as though something was missing. Like an unfinished puzzle.

I have a feeling I have him to blame for that.

I shouldn't be feeling the way I'm starting to feel for him. He made my life torture for fuck sake. But he makes my body feel so good. He makes me feel so good. And as much as I want to hate him for it I can't. I'm starting to feel things for him. Ew. I get a small flutter in my stomach when I see those cold icy blues.

When they connect with my own deep chocolate eyes, everything stops. Just as it did last night when I looked up to see him sitting across from me. I was aware he was at the casino beforehand. Jess was in a building telling me everyone who was there, through a small undetectable earpiece.

But no. I still hate him. I have no feelings for him other than sexual. That's it. I think. No I'm certain.

Sighing I'm drawn out of my thoughts by a bird shitting on my car. You've got to be kidding me. I get out and close the car door behind me. Standing up straight I smooth down my pencil skirt and check that my white blouse is perfectly neat. It's Thursday.

I have a meeting with my parents old business partners. So I went with a sophisticated look. Black stilettos, black pencil skirt and a white blouse. I've unbuttoned the top button though, to allow me space to actually breathe.

Tucking my phone into my purse I walk to the building in front of me and lock my car over my shoulder with the keys. Pushing open one of the double doors I walk to the front desk my heels clacking on the expensive floors with each step I take.

"Hello ma'am what can I do for you" the gorgeous woman looks up at me with her hazel eyes. They look like shining emeralds under the light beaming from the bulbs above our heads. I smile at her warmly.

"I have a business meeting at 8 with Mr Hound, is he here yet I know I'm early. I can wait if need be."

"No need Cadence come up to my office. Thankyou, Miss Gun I'll take her off your hands." A voice sounds from behind me. I turn around to be met with who I assume to be Mr Hound.

Smiling, I wave goodbye to Miss Gun and follow his lead to the elevator. I step inside after him the space is rather large. A massive mirror along the back and silver buttons next to the doors.

"I hope I'm not too early." I say trying to fill the silence in the elevator.

"No no dear. It's good your here so early actually. Means we can get started right away." He beams at me. He's a nice man. Soft features and a few speckles of grey in his dark styled hair. He's not a very tall man, I'd say he's just a few inches taller than me.

We wait patiently until the elevator stops at the floor he pressed on. The doors open and he steps out. I follow behind as fast as I can in the heels I'm wearing. Should've worn my boots. We continue walking down various corridors until we reach a door labelled meeting room.

He turns the knob and walks in. As soon as we enter all heads turn towards us. Still following him, I walk further into the room, until I see an empty seat with my name on the table in-front of it. Claiming the chair as what I assume to be mine I sit down.

I'm sat next to an old man. He's hair whiter than snow. He's wearing a highly expensive suit which makes me feel underdressed. Getting comfortable in my seat, I rest my arms onto the glass table and clasp my hands in front of me. Looking across the table I see a pretty women she looks about mid 30s, ginger her and freckles covering the entirety of her pale face.