Impressing the Clients

16

Marco's POV

Earlier that day, Mason told me that there won't be a meeting with Paula today. So to release some tension, I went to the home gym and put all my frustrations on my workout.

I have talked to Mason last night about Paula. After her rage in the dining room when we were arguing who gets to be with her, we thought that as brothers, though we don't always see eye to eye, it is wise to talk about it like civilized men.

We went to my office that night after Paula left and talked.

"Look man, I know you like her but I found her first. She's interested, she checked me out a couple of times when we were drinking and we even danced at my club," I initiated to talk right when we arrived at the office.

"Seeing her first doesn't mean anything. She checked me out, too, on our first dinner meeting with her colleagues," he said frustratingly as he poured himself a bourbon on a glass.

"You're using your privilege as a client. She'll do anything you want because this is an important project for her and the company," I reasoned out while I got bourbon for myself, too.

"Checking me out isn't part of her job but she did it anyway," he rebutted. He sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table.

Selfish and stubborn Mason, as always.

"You're really not backing out, do you?" I asked him as I sat heavily on my chair.

"Not a chance," he replied. "I don't care if she has a boyfriend back home, I just want a taste," he admitted, sipping on his glass of bourbon.

"I don't care about that fucking boyfriend of hers, either. That ass, that sweet angelic face, those lips, those fucking eyes that screams 'fuck me', those waves she makes when she walk. Before I met her, I didn't even knew that I have a thing for Asian girls," I said, shaking my head, seeing her clearly in my mind bent over here at my desk.

"Don't forget the attitude she's trying to pull off to come out strong, it's a fucking turn on," he added, biting his lip.

"I gotta have her, man. At least once, just to get this obsession out of my system," I told my twin brother.

"Same here, brother. I had to call Tracy the night of the dinner meeting when I met Paula just to get this attraction off me but I only got more frustrated. I kept thinking about fucking her senseless," he admitted to me.

"You get your tension off to Tracy. I'll have her," I told him.

"Fuck off, we let her decide. And just to be completely honest, I ain't gonna play fair," he told me. I can see he has already planned something.

"Game on, man," I told him as I raise my glass to him. "Game on," he answered, raising his glass as well.

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Just as I finished my workout, I went up the stairs to get to my room. That's when I saw Paula just got out of Mason's office. Her lips smudged with her lipstick. This is not fucking good.

What a fucking asshole! He told me there wasn't a meeting so he could have an alone time with her.

As soon as Paula brushed past me, clearly embarrassed that I caught her coming out of Mason's office, I barged in his office.

"You fucking bastard!" I said as I lunged at him and punched his face.

He recovered quickly and smugly said, "I told you I ain't playing fair." He wiped his bleeding lip with the back of his hand. I was so outraged that he got to kiss her first and God knows what else he did to her.

"You're lucky I'm in a very good mood, I will let this rage pass," he said as he sat down on his chair. So proud that he got to taste her first.

"What did you fucking do?!" I grabbed his collar with so much anger. I was so fucking jealous.

"I kissed her, she kissed back. Played with her tongue, squeezed her fucking perky ass, bit her lips and neck, and licked her ear. That's all," he enumerated, clearly enjoying as he saw my blood boiled up.

"Oh, and I'm sure she'll have trouble resisting next time. She clearly enjoyed our make out session," he added fuel to the fire.

I was so fucking mad, I tried to stop myself from punching him once again. Instead, I punched his table. It cracked due to the force I've been holding back to hit my fucking brother.

I left his office, I let him enjoy his little moment of kissing Paula and pissing me off.

I grabbed my keys, hopped onto my Porsche, and drove off to the hotel. I had to check up on her.

I went straight to Paula's  hotel room. I banged her door too many times and too loudly.

"YOU ARE GONNA FUCKING BREAK THE DO—," she stopped yelling when she saw me. "Marco, what are you doing here?" She asked.

All this anger, all this jealousy, all this tension. Fuck!

I didn't manage to answer her, all I did was push her back inside her room, closed the door behind us and placed her against the door.

She surely looked confused and shocked, "Marco, what's going on? Why are you he—,"

I didn't let her finish her fucking questions, I smashed my lips on to her. And bloody hell, all the anger, jealousy and tension morphed into lust. I kissed her hungrily.

Only a few seconds, she started kissing me back.

Yes, fucking yes!

I can sense she's fighting her urges, she tried to push me off her, but it's no use. I am towering over her and I'm not gonna let this moment ruined. Her lips and tongue joined mine in urgency but her arms were pushing me back. She's clearly battling with herself.

Give in, Paula. You won't regret it.

"Marco. You. Have—," she spoke in between kisses, "to. Stop. Ahh—," I bit her lip.

She fucking tasted divine, just like the way I imagined.

"Make me," I replied to her and resumed back to kissing her delicious lips.

I snaked my hand around her neck to deepen the kiss even more, not allowing her to breathe. I gained a moan of approval from her and took it as a permission to touch her.

I snaked my other hand to her breast. Hell, I almost came right there and then. So fucking perfect.

Soon enough, her nipples hardened.

"Marco—," she pleaded in between her moans.

Please say 'fuck me', please say 'fuck me', I thought to myself, almost like a prayer.

Then all of a sudden, her door was being banged by another person on the other side.

GREAT! JUST FUCKING GREAT!

I let go of her, knowing full well the moment was ruined. I bit her lips once more.

"Who is it?!" Paula shouted while we were still staring at each other, our foreheads were against each other, catching our breaths.

"It's Kyle, honey. Open up. I heard banging a few moments ago when I was in the bathroom. I came as fast as I could!" Fucking cock blocker announced on the other side.

I licked her neck one last time, making her moan and took a step back to open the door. I looked angrily at Kyle and said, "I am just leaving," I bumped harshly past him.

"See you tomorrow, Paula!" I shouted as I walked down the hallway.