Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Field Trip

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It had seemed like a good idea at first, but now here i was, questioning my judgement. I felt like an idiot for basically shooting myself in the foot. Why did I even insist on getting her as an escort? I wasn't even planning on fucking her in the first place. I just wanted her out of there because if I had to watch how those other animals drooled all over her one more time..

As I unlock the door, I can't help but look up to watch her go. Her hips swaying as she walks away from me. I detest myself for even glancing at her ass when she waltzes by the car, but there's no use dwelling on it now. I slowly spin my lighter and watch as the flame licks at the tip of my cigarette, taking in a deep drag before leaning back into my seat. My gaze never leaves her, studying her every move like i'm watching a painting. There was something magnetic about her and I couldn't help but stare.

As I recalled her face from earlier, I remembered the pained expression etched in her features. Her eyes were glazed over, as if she was looking into a void. Fear and anxiety seemed to had taken a hold of her, almost as if she expected to be punished for something unseen. It was a haunting sight; one that left me bothered. I glance down to my phone to see the names she'd typed down and saw three names.

Hm, three? good.

I swipe off my notes into my phone and dial the number of my assistant, Bethany. She's nothing short of remarkable: like having an actual Google at my disposal, she can unearth every scrap of data about anyone in the blink of an eye. It's almost unbelievable how efficient she is. Once she answers the phone, her voice ringing through like a bell. There's not a moment's hesitation; it's clear that she had been expecting my call.

"Yes boss?"

"Bethany, i need you to dig up some information for me." I inhale deeply from my cigarette, then moments later tap the end on the open window to let out a flurry of ashes. The smoke trails out into the air, disappearing slowly like a ghostly wisp in the night sky.

I don't wait for an answer and just hung up the phone. After working years for me, she was used to my behavior. Of all the assistants I'd ever had, Bethany was the only one who didn't cause me any distress. The others tried my patience to the brink of frustration, so much so that I could barely contain my impulse to do something drastic. But with Bethany, she managed to keep her comments and actions in line with what I expected of her, and that made me appreciate her presence more than anything else.

In short, she was useful.

I can't help but take one last look at the apartment building before i turn on the car and drive home. My place is a mansion, modeled after the gothic-architecture of old, yet with its own unique flair. As I continue down the street, I think about how my life had changed in such a short span of time.

Though my life is far from joyous, the language of business I speak fluently. Deals are struck and money traded, all for the price of a few lives I had to take. My business methods might be unorthodox or even inhumane, but I don't care. My parents were stuck in an old way of doing things that made absolutely no progress--so I had to take matters into my own hands and fix the problem. Even if it meant putting them deep beneath the ground.

As I arrive home, I was embraced by a comforting silence. Taking a deep breath i make my way through the hallways and enter my living room. I settle into the armchair across the fireplace next to the couch and soak up the serene ambience. I take a bottle of whiskey from my alcohol cabinet and pour myself a glass. There's something so calming about being alone, just taking time to simply relax and enjoy my own company.

Bethany quickly shatters the tranquility of the living room as she barges in, her presence demanding attention.

"Boss!" She stumbles inside before she closes the door behind her.