Victor
Even though I was at the company, sitting at the table in a business meeting with important people, my mind couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in that damn car.
Xxx: Mr. Victor, is everything alright?
A man with glasses and blond hair asked me.
Victor: Oh, yes, Mr. Thailor. I was just thinking about how the company has been doing lately.
Thailor: Continuing on, will you agree to participate in the charity campaign for underprivileged families in partnership with our company?
Victor: Yes, I've thought about it, and I'm in.
He held out the paper for me to sign.
I read the terms calmly even though I was mentally reading some words wrong. Provide, I read as "fuck," appeal I read as "squeeze." Anyway, my head was a mess because of that jerk.
I put down the pen and returned the paper to him.
Victor: Thank you for the partnership.
I extended my hand.
Thailor: It's an honor for us to work on this process with you.
He shook my hand for a very long time. I didn't pay much attention; after settling a few things with me, the others left. The only one left in the room with me was Thailor.
Victor: Anything else, Mr. Thailor?
I got up from the chair, putting on my suit jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair.
Thailor: I was thinking of us going out to dinner tonight, what do you say? I want to discuss a few more things.
I mentally reviewed my schedule and had nothing planned for today, other than meeting that Wiven at his apartment.
Victor: Could we do it another day? I have a commitment tonight.
I took my car keys out of my pants pocket and walked slowly toward the door.
Thailor: Is there no way it could be tonight? I'm traveling tomorrow.
Victor: Alright, how about 7 pm?
Thailor: Yes, can I pick you up?
Who does he think he is? Does he know that I can very well go by myself? Does he think I'm some kind of person who needs to be treated with so much courtesy?
But it wouldn't hurt to play the part once in my life.
Victor: Yes.
I took a piece of paper out of my shirt pocket and wrote down my address on it.
Victor: This is my address.
I handed him the paper and I could see the gleam that formed in his eyes. This guy has a thing for me, for sure.
From what I heard through Esteve, my personal secretary here at the company who did some research on each of my negotiators, this guy has a thing for handsome men. I'm sure I fit that profile.
I had Rubens do some investigating on Wiven, but what he found wasn't that important in relation to what I really want to know. Something tells me this guy has a dark past, it's noticeable in some of his glances that don't go unnoticed.
Now there's something that caught my attention about his history. I read a paragraph in his file that deduced that Wiven had been expelled from school several times as a student, the reasons being physical and psychological aggression.
Other than that, I didn't see anything else that could help me know who he is, even though my men have already gone through various information methods. It seems like he has everything hidden somewhere, so the only place I have left to learn more is at his house.
Obviously there must be some place that contains a clue, some information. In my house, for example, I have a highly secret place that contains my entire life, except for my weaknesses.
If anyone were to enter that place, I would consider my life over, depending on who it was.
My goal now would be to come up with a plan to get revenge on the head of the Russian mafia, whose identity I still haven't discovered because it's highly concealed, as if he knew what kind of mess he's gotten himself into, and to find out more about this Wiven.
My instincts told me to go deep; there was water in this river. I stayed at Rubens' house for the afternoon, having fun with some of his friends and also some fuck buddies.
They were kind of fun; at times they'd almost devour Rubens with their eyes, and others couldn't contain themselves and would give him a pat on the ass right there for everyone to see.
I imagined the scene if it were me, it would turn me on so much that I would just grab one of them and drag him to the bedroom to continue right there.
Again Wiven appeared in my head, I tried to push him out of my thoughts by taking a sip of vodka that was on the counter. What the hell, why do I have to keep thinking about that idiot? What's taking so long to cum?
If he knew how many macabre plans I had to make him regret every word, he would certainly start treating me the way I deserve.
I had so much fun at Rubens' house that I almost forgot about dinner with Thailor. I went back to my house, saying goodbye to the guys who had provided me with a great afternoon, and I got ready.
I just waited for him to pick me up at home, which by the way didn't take long for him to poke his head through the open car window calling me.
Thailor: Shall we?
I agreed, walking to the car and getting in on the passenger side.
Victor: Good evening.
I formed a small smile as he stretched a large one, revealing his porcelain white teeth all lined up.
Thailor: Would you like to choose the restaurant?
Victor: Anywhere you prefer is fine with me.
I looked at my cell phone and I had some messages from Wiven calling me to his apartment. I didn't answer because I wasn't in the mood to go at that moment.
Wiven
That bastard, he just read my message and didn't answer. Who does he think he is messing with to act like that?
I got up euphoric from my bed, put on my slippers, and went to my closet. I put on a more casual outfit to go out. Just following the fashion of the people.
I used my tracker to find out where that jerk was; just by observing that the GPS was indicating the same restaurant we had dinner at, I felt my nerves jump out of my body. I'm sure he's not there alone.
Arthur was supposed to come over to my place so we could take the next step in the plan, but I dismissed him. I had something to take care of myself, and it involved my fuck buddy.
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