Chapter 6 - Why her?
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Eric
“I would love to play some pool. Would you?” she asks me and before I can even respond she grabs a stick, puts it beside the pool table and rearranges the balls, in start position.
“Yes, why not?” I say and she smiles. Did I just agree to this?
When have I ever played pool with my employees? Never!
But can she play? Why the sudden to play pool though? I thought we had work to do.
“You want to strike?” Her smile is radiant, and it makes me weak. Why does she have such an effect on me? Did she put a spell on me?
“You can, if you’d like.” I say to her and smirk. She notices that and positions herself so she can strike.
“Okay.” She says, looks at me once and with an amazing shot, she strikes the balls and 3 of them find the pockets. All of them solids. That was a fantastic move.
“Where did you learn to strike like that?” I ask her and she arches a brow at me.
“I have very good friends, who are very good at this game.”
“Good to know. Still your turn.” I point at the table and she takes position again and strikes again. Ball number 2, finds the side pocket and slides in.
“It was you who wanted me to start.” She shrugs and continues playing.
“Never said a thing.” I say to her and she continues playing without even looking at me. She likes this game, but she doesn’t like me. Rude.
She plays until only 3 balls are left. She tries to put another in but fails.
“My turn.” I say and I start playing. In no time there are only two balls left. I put the number 15 in the middle pocket and the only one that remains, is number 8.
“Should we make a bet? If I win, you will do something for me. If you win, I will do whatever you want me to.”
I really want to take her with me in Italy at the wedding. She could be my plus one. I really want her to come.
“It depends on what you want.” She says and remains serious.
“Nothing seexual.” I make my point. She now seems interested. Does she really not want anything to do with me? That makes me sad.
“You’re in.” she comes near me and holds out her hand, for me to shake it.
I don’t hesitate and shake her hand.
“Let’s see who wins.” I grin and position myself so I can put the ball number 8 on the other middle pocket. I try my best but miss. Shiit.
“Let’s see if I can make it better.” She says and she puts her front on the table. Almost, actually.
I can see the sway of her breasts and my shaft hardens. She looks so hot. I would love to see her aśs and breasts right now. Naaked on my pool table. I shake my head and let the thought find its way out.
She manages to put two balls inside and now the number 8, is the only one left.
“Side pocket, on the right.” She says, still serious and strikes the ball but misses.
Yes! I have a chance now. And as if in my favour, the ball returns in the middle and it is easy for me to slide it in the middle pocket on the left.
“Oh, no!” she exclaims and covers her face.
“Don’t worry, I will be gentle.” She looks at me with a bothered look and I can’t help it, but smile.
I strike the ball and it falls in the middle pocket.
“I win.” I say to her and she doesn’t look that happy. I really want to know what she was thinking, but fortunately, I won, so I guess I will never find out.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks me and becomes professional.
What I really want, is for you to subdue yourself to me and to let me please you in all the ways possible.
“I want you to be my companion on Jake’s wedding. My plus one.”
Her jaw drops and looks at me like I asked her to lick my balls. That would be nice though.
“What do you say?” I ask her and she still remains still.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Well I won the bet, so there is not much say in this for you.” I shrug and keep remaining serious.
“I think that, that is not such a good idea, Mr. Massimo. I am only your secretary. It would be unprofessional.”
“I want you to do me only this one favour. Please.”
She tilts her head and her lips turn into a thin line.
“But why me? You can have any girl you want.” Sofia, you are the one that I want, so stop with the questions and just obey.
“It is comfortable. I don’t want any distractions and I know that the girls Jake has chosen, will only want to take advantage of me. I am not in the mood for that.”
“That sounds believable.” She says and looks at the table.
“Do you agree?”
“Can I think about it?” she asks me and I can sense that she is unsure. Of course she would be. She doesn’t even like me.
“Of course. I would like to know before Wednesday. We leave Friday.”
“Leave?” she asks and I forgot to tell her about Italy.
“Oh yes. Sorry. The wedding is in Italy.”
“What?” Why is she horrified?
“Is there something wrong?”
“Hm, I don’t know if I can make it.”
“Why is that?” please don’t ruin this.
“I have never been outside the States before. Either way I have things going on here.” she blushes again. I like it when she blushes but what does she mean with ‘things going on here’?
“I can help you if you’d let me.” I say.
“No, it is not that. I have a boyfriend and I don’t know if he will approve.”
THE F.UCK?
She has a boyfriend? Why didn’t I ask her if she did? God, this is a mistake.
“I understand. I am sorry that I brought that up.” That actually hurt my cold heart. Why does she have a boyfriend?
What stupid question is that? She is intelligent, beautiful, sweet and sexy. Who wouldn’t want to be her boyfriend?
“I will discuss it with him and he will hopefully agree.”
“You don’t have to.” I leave the stick on the pool table and leave the room.
“If you insist.” She says and comes after me.
“Shall we continue with the paperwork about the project?” and there she is. Professional again and she doesn’t even notice that I am angry or sad or whatever I am right now.
“I will manage to do it myself. You are dismissed.” I say to her and lead her outside.
“Of course. Goodbye, Mr. Massimo.” She waves at me and I close the door behind her.
“f*****g idiot.” How could I be so dumb? Why her? Hell, I hate this. I actually need a distraction now.
I call Jake and tell him I need a distraction for the night. He knows what I want.
6 hours later
“That was, splendid.” Victoria says. She came an hour ago and she kept me good company. I needed to take out my anger somehow and f.ucking beautiful girls who don’t get too attached, is always the solution.
“Glad you liked it.” I say and land on the bed beside her.
“We should do it again sometime, if you want to.” The same thing over and over again. Women are all the same. Is Sofia like this too?
“I only fucck a girl once. Keep that in mind.” I say to her, without even looking at her.
“I don’t need to keep that in mind, if I won't be f*****g around with you anymore.” She smirks and touches my bare chest. Her touch means nothing to me.
I wish Sofia could touch me, but she is in the arms of another man. Touching him, kissing him, f*****g him.
That makes me uncomfortable, and I have no idea why.
“I think you should leave.” I tell her and I get out of bed.
“You are an asshole, Eric. At least show me some respect.” She defends herself and gets out of bed too.
“I asked you nicely. If you want rough, I can show you rough. Don’t push me.” I tell her and I get out of the room.
“Fucck you, moron.” She calls out and I close the door behind her.
Why do all women say that they are okay with one night stands but then they feel bad if you tell them you don’t want more?
Women! I sigh and head to the kitchen. Luckily I wore my sweatpants.
I am now in the kitchen and Luise has prepared lasagne. Thank God for that.
I slice a piece, put it on a plate and place it on the table. Take a fork, a knife and some red wine.
I have a bite and it melts on my mouth. I love lasagne.
I hear the bedroom door shut and then footsteps approach the kitchen.
“I would like to leave.” Victoria says to me and when I look at her, her eyes are red and her lips are swollen. Did she cry?
Now that is overreacting.
“I will tell my chauffer to take you wherever you want.” I say unbothered by her looks and continue eating my lasagne.
“You are a fucker. I don’t need your chauffer. Have a good life.” She yells at me and heads out.
Well that went well, didn’t it?
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