One wants love and one detests love
When the paths of two cross, things change for both of them. A journey of mixing business with pleasure, lust, betrayal, and romance begins.
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I applied the cologne my mother gave me as a birthday gift even after I made it clear that I was done with this birthday nonsense. I stepped out of my penthouse and locked it.
As I took a few steps, I decided to tell the woman from last night to keep her music down. Wasn't my warning clear? Why are women like this?
I rang her doorbell only to be greeted by her in a towel that reached way above her knees. My inner man kicks in and my eyes wander every inch of her body. This wasn't the plan, I was to tell her to keep her music down and that was the end.
Fuck!
Lust surges through my body and the thought of her being one of my one-night stands kicks in. Snap out of it Leo, she's not even your type. Her voice interrupts my thoughts and I'm back to being my cold self.
"Can I help you?" She asks.
Now I'm so confused as to why I'm at her door and I just can't remember what I wanted to tell her anymore. This is her fault, why should she be in a towel? I mean there are so many men around. Her murmured words hit me like the wind.
"I'm not a guy," I say. How can she think I'm a guy? Yeah, I am a guy, but I'm mature enough to be termed as a man. She caught me off guard when she started being all flirty and that lust feeling kicked in again. Her actions get me irritated, I hate being touched by a woman. When she touches my lips with her finger, my d!ck erects and I swear I would have finished her at the spot if it wasn't for my phone that kept ringing.
I take a look at her, roll my eyes and leave. I have more important things to do and Dad won't be happy if he finds out I'm out here making more mistakes.
"Sir, the car is ready," Martino, my right-hand man, says.
"I'll be down in a few minutes," I reply.
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"What's my schedule for today?"
"You have a meeting with the Rodriguez group. Your father says you must get the papers signed today." Martino says.
"Run me up on this group, now"
"The Rodriguez company is run by a woman, Sophia Rodriguez. She's said to be very influential and a very tough nut to crack. Investing in her company will boost up the sales of Herman.Inc, sir,"
"A woman?"
"Yes, sir," he responds with a bit of amusement.
All the women I've heard of don't reach very far in their businesses and here I am, going to meet a woman who can bring up the sales of my company.
"Is that all on my schedule?" I ask
"No, sir, but your father made it clear to me that this meeting must be your top priority," Martino says.
Why is my dad like this? Why can't he just leave everything to me?
Father has always been this business-minded geek and everything in his life is all business. He trained me to be exactly like him, cold, distant, and rude.
