Revy (18+)

o.Prologue

The asshole was drunk.

Twirling the shot in his hand, Faun watched as the asshole in front of him drowned down his drink without a second thought.

Rambunctious chucklingg escaping from his chapped lips afterwards, as the older man demanded the currently agitated bartender for another.
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rimacing, apart of him couldn't believe Dick would actually drop the task to befriend CEO,  Humpret Vensil on his lap.

It wasn't even his deal that he would have to Mr. Vensil to close in on. It was Benson's. The particular asshole who had been gone missing for about a week now. Grinning, a part of him couldn't believe how easy this all was; that his PI's and sources were indeed right about the apparent daughter of the legendary Satoru Palmer.

Looking back on it now, It was almost ridiculous how nervous he was about all of this in the beginning. Settling under the false pretense that the daughter of the man that owned one of the most recognizable corporations in America would be more cautious around strange men that practically reeked of old money.

Instead the known alcoholic opened up to him quicker than an Alabama hooker. Without a second thought, dragging him to the nearest bar stool and shoving a shot in his hands. Fast forward a few drinks later and the woman was basically the peanut shells at his feet.

Grabbing and flirting with him like a two dollar whore as she drunk herself to the point where she couldn't even sit straight without occasionally leaning her head on Gerome's shoulder. Grinning, it definitely put the idea that he had to drug her first to the far back of his mind.

The fact that the young heiress was beautiful, with all of her vanilla tinted skin and peachy lips just made the situation more gratifying. Quickly, his mind goes to little one he had tied to his bed earlier. Before shaking his head, not today.

But sadly he knows that he can't turn everyone into what he truly desires and guesses unfortunately that this older version would have to do. After all, it was for the betterment of the company and certain sacrifices will have to be made if he wanted 'Hans Corp.' to continue to thrive.

Nonetheless time passes, minutes of dumb conversation that even someone as inebriated as Ms. Palmer could keep up with go by as if it were actually hours before impatiently Gerome found himself looking at the watch on his wrist. In an instant, his mood lifts.

'It was time'

Digging into his back pocket, he grabs out his phone before sending a message to his new. 

'I'm ready'

"Ms. Palmer." he begins but his future cuts him off quickly.

"Don't be so formal Gerome," She slurs out, using one hand to grab him by the thigh before wrapping the other around his tie and pulling him forward. "Call me, Revy." Breath quickening. Gerome felt a satisfied hum go through his body. This was so fucking easy.

"Alright then, Revy." he purrs. Leaning forward to lay his hands over her thighs, before feeling her shudder and tightening his grip. "How about we take this outside?" The girl couldn't have had nodded her head any quicker, practically begging for it in Gerome's humble opinion before leaning forward.

"If you want to be discrete,' she whispers. "There's a secret back exit we can go through."He nods, the information from the drunk extremely useful. As he pays for the tab before grabbing her gently by the wrist and tugging them towards there destination.