After Beautiful Bastard | ENGLOT

Chapter 1

Engfa's POV

My mother always told me to find someone who was equivalent to me, in every way.

"Never fall in love with someone who puts you first. Find someone who is as fearless and energetic as you are. Find someone who makes you want to be a better person."

I definitely met my better half, the woman who made my life hell and who lived just to argue with me. Someone whose mouth I wanted to cover with tape... or with a kiss.

My girlfriend, my former intern, Charlotte Austin. A beautiful bastard.

At least, that was how I saw her when I was a blind idiot, hopelessly in love with her. I had certainly met the woman who made me want to be a better person, and I was delighted with that fearless lady. It turns out that, on most days, I could barely spend more than two minutes alone with her.

My life in a nutshell: finally winning the lady; never getting to be with her for real.

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I had spent most of the past two months traveling in search of good space for the branch that Waraha Media Group is opening in New York.

Charlotte had stayed in Bangkok, and although our recent and rare weekend together in the city had been full of friends, sunny afternoons and leisure, the time we spent alone was simply not enough. We met several friends all the time, from morning until after midnight, and we returned exhausted to my apartment, barely managing to remove our clothes before having sex in a quiet and sleepy climate.

The truth was that sex - which over time had become more intimate and wild, allowing us only a minimum of sleep - never seemed to be enough.

I expected to feel, at some point, that we had stabilized our sex life, found a solid routine. But it never happened. I remained in a constant state of longing and longing. And Mondays were the worst days. On Mondays there were meetings all day and all the week's work ahead: a melancholy and devoid of Charlotte.

I heard the familiar cadence of high heels hitting the tile floor and raised my head while I waited for the printer to finish printing some documents. As if she had heard my inner plea, Charlotte Austin approached me, wearing a tight white dress. In the morning, when I left to prepare for the eight o'clock meeting, the only thing she was wearing was a pale ray of sunlight that came in through the bedroom window.

I held back a smile and tried not to look too desperate, but I shouldn't have bothered. She could read all of my expressions.

"So you found the magic machine that takes what you do on the computer and puts it on a piece of paper, using ink," she said.

I put my hand in my pocket, fiddled with some coins, and felt an adrenaline rush when I heard the provocative tone in her voice.

"In fact, I discovered this wonderful invention on my first day here. It turns out that I liked the happy moments of silence when I sent you out of my office to look for documents elsewhere."

She advanced on me, with a wide smile and mischievous eyes.

"Son of a bitch."

Yeah, fuck. Come to me. Ten minutes in the copy room? I can easily brighten your day in ten minutes.

"You're going to have to sweat a lot tonight," she whispered as she patted my back and kept walking down the hall.

I watched her ass while doing a little shaking and waited for her to come back to torture me some more. But she didn't come back. Only that? Is that all I get? A pat on the back, a little chatter and a shaking?

At least today we're going to have our first full night together in weeks.

We had been in love for more than a year, and we haven't had more than a weekend alone since the trip to Los Angeles. I sighed and pulled my papers from the printer. We needed a vacation.