Releasing the vapor. My next cigarette is inserted between my middle and index fingers, then my lips.
I get kind of ecstatic when I vape.
Vaping in front of a massive window at my office, I observe all these individuals below my building merely inhaling and muffling to make ends meet. Here I am, waiting for my euphoria to surpass this cigarette in intensity.
Can't wait
"Could I please enter? sir." My personal assistant's soothing voice makes me out of my own running thoughts. I spun around.
"Come in, Darling," I reply, flashing a gorgeous smile.
She marches in my direction, causing me to become more tolerant of her.
I'm tempting for her
At last, she is in front of me. She is dressed in a suit and a split midi pencil skirt.
Seeming stunning.
I can't wait to remove them all and give her even more fucking until she passes out.
She's biting her lips makes me sucked in my lower lip, thinking about how soft she would be against my own. How soft they would be on my skin which was now becoming fire under the cool air in the room.
She's messing with the buttons on my coat and biting her own lips. I'm very tempted by her lips.
"Remove your clothes," I command.
She has a deadpan expression on her face as if she's trying to avoid looking at me.
"Not right now," she responds in a low, quiet voice.
"May I have a reason? Why not?" I insist.
Oh fuck. My romantic mood was broken by her.
"I'm here to give you your schedule and the timing and date of your next appointment," she probably adds in a weak, whispery voice.
What was it that she just said?
"What the fuck!" I groan.
Now I want her! I'm pulsating and beyond hard, but she! doing with her duties! After Gigi's murder, though, she is suddenly devoted to my dad. She is currently in charge of both my dad's and my account. Alright. It's okay, I don't want any arguments.
"Please forgive me, honey. Remember that I am now your dad's assistant as well, therefore no sexual activity until your dad finds a new helper."
"Yes, it's alright, I get it."
Screw me.
"What brings you here, then? Would you mind telling me?"
"You have a meeting with..." She proceeds "with a private investigator who's working on Gigi's case" as she looks through her paperwork.
"No! Screw it! I'm not in the correct frame of mind to attend any fucking meetings, so cancel it now." I tsk.
Just that! How absurd! Following Gigi's mishappening, every other person has been asking me about Gigi and whether I'm her assistant. I was genuinely enjoying my life with whores before this, and I am now...Fuck it.
"Sir, this meeting was really hosted by Mr. Edward."
My father has truly made me shut up. All it takes for me to agree with something is the name of my dad.
"Dad?" I attest to that.
"Indeed" She says, "That private investigator will be there at 3 p.m. for some inquiries and other stuff."
I check my watch and see that it is 2:30 p.m. I'm going to screw up with a white-mustachian, bald oldie in about thirty minutes.
Perhaps.
Due to their tendency to overthink situations and become mired in their routine of uncovering problems, most private investigators are bald.
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I'm waiting for that old bald guy who will squander my time.
All of a sudden, my office door opens.
Thank God.
My blue, siren eyes snapped. The most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on in my whole life. She is quite gorgeous.
No.
She transcends that lovely term. Her beautiful, silky cinnamon hair, flowing like that of a goddess. I'm crazy about her height. I'm damn sure she's more than 5'7. Her complexion is light caramel, smooth as silk, and her eyes are a stunning almond brown.
Urge to brush my fingers over her lustrous, soft skin.
Contagious.
She is dressed in a blouse, slacks, and a big coat. Her outfit combinations of black, white, and brown looked amazing on her.
On her, I could write a book.
My gaze fell on a man with dark hair who appeared to be in his 30s yet was well-groomed. His audaciously manly physique. Alright, all right, my male body is superior to his.
I think, he's her assistant.
I would like to work as her assistant.
Her eyes meet me now. 'When eyes meet, the world changes,' someone once said. So damn true, those sentences.
Now, she's staring at me with her gorgeous brown eyes. Oh girl, your brown eyes are driving me crazy.
You are aware of what! bellissima. You look a lot like my next girlfriend.
(Translation: Very beautiful)
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