Mercy

Chapter Eleven

Ethan frowned as he parked in the Fox's Den parking lot.

He didn't want to be here.

He wanted to stay under the covers of his hotel bed and sleep until Monday to repair his ego and himself of when he would see Zyporrah's sneering face.

He also wanted to concentrate on his plot for revenge.

Ethan knew Zyporrah wasn't smiling at him when she riled him out of his slumber. Dazed and confused he was as he looked up at her grinning, staring down at his hardened manhood unimpressed. He knew that she would not give him the satisfaction of sleeping in his bed, releasing him from this pent up frustration, to finally touch and taste her body.

Zyporrah knew very well how painful it was for Ethan to walk because his stubborn member would not calm down especially with her body taunting him with each step she took. She could have left him to sleep on that couch until morning but instead wanted to humiliate and glorify her triumph over seducing his body. She had the upper hand once again.

He left Joon's office humiliated.

He remembered that long elevator ride. His manhood protruding angrily within his slacks, creating a tent within his tailored clothes and Zyporrah glancing over ever so often with what seemed to be hunger in her eyes.

He remembered vividly how Zyporrah had cat walked towards her car without so much as a farewell, peeling off her conservative suit jacket to spite him even more and zooming off with her smug grin plastered on her face leaving him alone in the company's parking garage. Ethan remembered how he quickly hobbled to his lonely black Ferrari only to fist his member into completion since it was in no way shape or form going to seize and compose itself into its lax manner. He remembered how he fisted his member with such anger, imaging himself plundering Zyporrah's core with a force that would cause her cervix to shudder and drown her entire sex with his seed. Ethan remembered how loudly he cursed Zyporrah's name inside his car as his seed gushed like a fountain spilling copious amounts on his hand, down on his slacks, leather car seats, and floor.

His poor Ferrari interior.

Thinking of that moment where he didn't and couldn't obtain the upper hand against that woman had pissed him off severely. It was as if he was a puppet to her wiles and it seemed he would never have the advantage over her through his charisma and wit. His very first loss over the opposite sex. He hated it.

He had to have the upper hand in everything he did. He had to intimidate every man he came across in business and had to bed every woman who didn't find him attractive, otherwise he was worthless and pathetic. Just like in college.

He needed to get the upper hand on Zyporrah Hayes, whatever means necessary for now the thought of seducing other unattainable women had completely lost its appeal. He needed that dreadful woman under him with tears in her eyes.

Grunting at his musings, Ethan exited out of his black Ferrari and dusted off the imaginary dust from his shirt. The Florida weather was pleasant; the breeze was cool against his skin and the harsh sunlight was occasionally blocked by thick passing clouds as Ethan stretched. It had also helped immensely that traffic was slim this Saturday morning. Dressed in a white checked oxford shirt, navy pants, and matching caramel belt and brogues, Ethan walked towards the restaurant.

The Fox's Den was a simplistic restaurant with modest architectural features. The building's roof was flat and the decorations were minimalistic at best. The building was painted a warm beige with mandarin orange accents around the giant round windows with a wooden deck behind the building overlooking the canals.

Ethan didn't understand why such an upscale club would resort into renting out such a boring building. Why not a high-end club or three star restaurant? Ethan was already dreading coming to this place.

As Ethan walked closer towards the restaurant, he spotted a burly security guard barracking the entrance of the restaurant's door. Curiosity peaked, Ethan retrieved the black card that Mr. Kreuger had given him from his pants pocket and held it up for the guard to see. Nodding in approval, the security guard then opened the entrance door for Ethan to enter briefly allowing loud music and laughter to escape from inside the building.

As Ethan made his way inside the restaurant, all the laughter and noise engulfed and surrounded him to the point he cringed from its loud volume. Leaving the entrance way, Ethan took in his surroundings. A good number of people had made themselves comfortable, no more than sixty including himself were in attendance.

The restaurant seemed bigger from the inside. The walls were a light beige with spacious diagonal orange stripes. All the chairs and tables were a dark brown mahogany with pale orange cushions, making the restaurant space pop and solidifying its theme. The booths were cozy, specially made for couples and the floor was a marble tile with a pale white finish.

"Crisp as ever I see," Mr. Kreugyr pped as he approached Ethan with a tumbler in hand filled with dark liquid. "Hitting the green later?"

"Drinking before noon I see," Ethan retorted. "Buying a new liver before the night is out?"

"Not if I can help it," Mr. Kreuger laughed as he finished off his drink in one gulp. "Come, I'll introduce you to the man behind this madness."

Ethan preceded to follow Mr. Kreuger without much thought, appreciating the distraction from last night's events and slowly getting used to his surroundings. As they continued to stroll further into the restaurant, Mr. Krueger stopped before a booth stationed in the middle of the establishment. There Ethan saw a man who released a most intimidating presense about him. 

Dressed in black cotton short sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black brogues sat the mastermind of this entire gathering. His hazel eyes gleamed a simmer of purple as he studied Ethan in front of him. Ethan did not like him at all.

"Ethan, this is Jason, the owner of Lock & Key." Mr. Kreuger said as he introduced the two men. "Any questions you have, he will be happy to assist and educate you."

Ethan nodded as he studied the man sitting in the booth. He disliked the man's attitude and demeanor and then turned his attention to two leatherbound binders settled on the table. Picking up one and observing its contents within, he settled himself in the booth and then began to ignore the two men as he skim through the information as he was less then likely to ask questions in something that he was barely remotely interested in. He was merely here on invitation and leaving it at that.

"Well I'll leave you two to it then," Mr. Krueger stated as he sauntered off to chat and flirt with the crowd, excusing himself from a possible ruckus he had no interest in.

"Are you to new to this sense or just observing?" Jason asked as he continued to study Ethan though Ethan only grunted in reply. 

Jason disliked him from the moment he saw him. Ethan protrayed himself like his older patrons when they were new, sauntering in his establishment blind only to tearfully apologize for not regarding proper instructions. As Jason continued to observe Ethan, studying his body language and posture, he knew what Ethan needed or rather who would expertly educate him if he had any interest in what his club offered.

"Have you met Zyporrah Hayes yet?"

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