Force and Fear

Chapter 2 One woman man

Myron Gray was standing on the stairway, composed, his palms were regularly in his polished black pants' pockets.

Lucien Taylor inhaled deeply as he saw her back. He admired her disposition. He grinned sourly and sipped the wine.

"When did you arrive?"

Myron Gray was standing haughtily in front of Lucien Taylor. The charming man placed his glass on the table and glanced at Myron Gray with his bright smile. Myron Gray slumped back on the sofa.

"I was early. You seem to have had a great time with her." Lucien Taylor arched his brow.

Myron Gray poured red wine into the glass, and they raised their glasses.

“Cheers.”

Red wine was Myron Gray's favourite type. He crossed his long legs, drank some wine, and then cast a cold, hard look at Lucien Taylor.

"Have you received the Knight group's proposal?" Lucien Taylor asked in a deep voice. His charismatic, lethal aura was alluring. They were both among the most appealing and dashing men in the nation. They both had adequate personalities, one was terrific, and the other was lively. Both men were tall and attractive.

"Taylor group is leading for that."

After grinning, Lucien Taylor set the glass down on the table.

"Elizabeth Knight slept with you, Myron. Why is the Taylor Group getting a proposal from the Knight Group?" Lucien Taylor spoke in a low, polite voice.

Myron smiled sinfully instead of becoming enraged.

"Why don't you try sleeping for a change? They are ready to die for you, too." Myron Gray spoke with pridefulness.

Lucien Taylor chuckled. Myron Gray was aware that Lucien Taylor was a one-woman man and the man with considerable authority. He preferred not to misbehave with girls his own age. As a result, every time Myron Gray made fun of him about this. Myron Gray was more familiar with his decent friend. There were plenty of girls for Lucien Taylor, but he was just waiting for his lady.

"I do not desire girls. I desire my woman." With a gentle smile, Lucien Taylor crossed his long legs.

“Ah! One-woman man. I don't use women for business purposes. You're completely aware of it." Myron Gray leaned back lazily and took a sip.

"Yes, I am familiar with it. You'll be almost twenty-eight, Myron. Why don't you settle down and get married? Stop doing all of this and begin living normally. Well, look at the news. Wherever you go, you are always found with a new girl. Don't you mind learning that information about yourself? How long do you want to be spoiled?" In a hushed voice, Lucien Taylor gave clear explanations. Even though he knew Myron Gray wouldn't listen to his proposals, he still tried to explain them to him.

"f**k off!!" Myron Gray scoffed and lazily sipped his wine.

Lucien Taylor let out a helpless sigh.

Both of them spent time together and discussed business. They were both terrific individuals in the business world.

Myron Gray was preoccupied with business matters the following day. He was always drunk, even while at work. But, he had a strong tolerance for alcohol, so no one could infer from looking at him that he had been drinking. He used to enjoy drinking.

It was eight o'clock in the evening. The black Mercedes was parked in front of a seven-star hotel. Although the air was not particularly frigid, it was smooth. Myron Gray was on the phone while seated in the Mercedes' back seat. He had gripped a document, and his legs were crossed.

The air conditioning in the car wasn't set as low, and his keen, intense stare was fixed on the paper. Assistant Mike was waiting for his command. Yet, it appeared like he was talking to someone on the phone about the most crucial issue because he was not even looking at Mike and did not appear to be getting ready to leave.

"Do as I say, then let's see what happens." Finally, he said without looking up and opened the door.

“Ah…”

The door was pulled back and shut as a cry was abruptly heard. It appeared that as soon as he opened the door, a woman who was walking past the car was hit, causing the door to automatically close. Myron Gray raised his bright face to see the young woman who was berating him. She put her discomfort aside and tapped on the door's glass.

"Hey, Mister. Get out of the car immediately." She yelled indignantly. Myron Gray squinted as he fixed his intense gaze on the crazy girl. He never had a false memory of someone he liked. He knew exactly who the girl was. She was the server who, last night, tossed the apron on the manager's face. He admired her disposition. His thin lips formed a sinner's smile.

Assistant Mike quickly lowered the glass of his door and peered at the crazy girl before he had time to react further.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss. Don't become furious, please." Assitant Mike addressed the crazy woman with grace.

"Why shouldn't I? I might get hurt. This is not where you park your car." Assistant Mike was the target of her irate yell.

He was attempting to pacify the angry woman. But she was furious. Myron Gray gave her a long look before opening the door and getting out of the vehicle.

She stood erect and glared fiercely at Myron Gray. The handsome man was staring at her with his hands in his pockets.

"You are the master. Am I correct? You're a spoiled a**, aren't you? Aaah...”

She was suddenly pulled into his arms. Her tiny waist was held in his left hand, while his right palm was still in his pocket.

His eyes were as deep as an ocean, and his face was incredibly serene. He seized her chin with his right palm, lowered his head, and gave her a furious kiss. She placed her gentle palms on his muscular chest to push him away.