Chapter 2
1281 Words
HENRY
I kick the duvet off my body.
I'm still tired from the steamy rounds of s*x we've had all night with my call girl Becky. She's an animal in bed and she loves it rough. She doesn't mind getting down on me either.
I always call her whenever I'm horny.
To be sincere, I'm not the dating type neither am I a husband material. I don't attach strings, I like one night stands and I don't keep girls.
I f**k and pay them handsomely. After all, I have all the money and resources at my disposal. I'm the eldest in our family and the acting CEO in my father's establishment.
“I've got to go Becky.”
I say, throwing a wad of notes on the table beside my bed. She's still writhing in bed, asking for a morning glory. “I have a very important meeting and I need to go. Dress up quickly and leave!”
She's startled by my outburst but she knows better than to question me.
“Call me again, will you?” she says seductively and I nod as I signal her to leave.
She grabs her stuff and runs downstairs, not forgetting the money. I don't know why, but she's the only girl who knows my where I live because I always meet the rest of my girls in hotel rooms and restaurants and after doing our business, we part ways.
I've only known Becky for a few weeks and she's already acting attached.
Typical!
I run a quick shower, brush my teeth and dress up abruptly. I check myself out in the mirror and I like whatever I see.
After breakfast, I rush outside and slide into my car seat. This is going to be another hell of a long day.
Tho be sincere, I didn't want to attend this meeting because I hate that old man, Mr. Wilson's guts. He's slimy and bossy. He's cunning as hell and I've always doubted the legality of his businesses!
However, my father insisted because he wants to see how his late friend's business is doing. My mother and my father were very good friends of Mr and Mrs Wade Wilson.
My father always warns me about the old man's crooked behaviour and advices me to be careful whenever dealing with him, especially business matters.
It's not the first time I'm sealing a deal with a guy whose company has some questionable dealings though. I've done that for the longest time and I always emerge the winner since I'm always careful a miles ahead of them.
The drive to Mr. Wilson's office isn't long and after a few minutes, we're all gathered in the huge parking of the the BlackBerry Corporation.
Dad pats my back and requests me to be confident.
“Trust me dad...I'm capable...” I tease him.
“I hear his daughter works with him and has helped him *close* some deals somehow!” dad adds, making me to rise my brows at what he's implying. I know my involvement with women is questionable but I'm not the type to seal deals with s****l favours. Not me!
At that moment, I frown at him. I mean, everybody knows I date *a lot*, thanks to the press and media but I also work hard to grow my dad's company.
We're a team of six, including Carla my Personal Assistant. We walk towards the reception and the well groomed receptionist ushers us in.
“How may I help you?”
She asks smiling. Her gaze shifts to me and I see her smile seductively.
Well, typical ladies.
I'm an eye candy and I never pass pretty ladies' eyes.
They never ceases to amaze me though
“We're here to see Mr Wilson. We're from Diamond group of companies!” I reply, not blinking an eye. I don't want to look suggestive lest she misinterprets my intentions. I'm purely here for business.
She nods and speaks over the phone for a few seconds.
I take that chance to survey my surroundings. It's a modern day building with classy paintings here and there and expensive wallpapers.
“Follow me.” she says and she leads us to the elevator, swaying her small hips side ways. Her navy blue skirt fits perfectly over her slim ass and meets her waist where her cream blouse is tucked.
Although she lacks some curves, she's hot....very hot!
I feel a sharp poke in my ribs and I turn to see my dad frowning and he shakes his head. “If you all need help I'll be more than willing to help!”
She offers then goes on and on telling us alot of nonsense about the building and I grasp nothing. To be sincere, she's beginning to irritate me. She talks too much and I hate talkative girls!
The lift stops at the tenth floor and as we all exit, we're met by the old man Mr. Wilson. He welcomes us with a broad smile and ushers us into the boardroom to begin with the introductions.
Behind him is a petite young lady who's wearing the brightest professional smile I've ever seen! Her hair which is blonde in colour holds a rare vibrancy and it's tied up in a ponytail. Her waves and soft curls still reach down her back with great volume.
Her body is perfectly curvaceous and even in heels I can tell she's quite a short lady. I chuckle inwardly when I notice that she has got lost in all our tall body statures with dark suits.
*I swear I'd f**k her.*
Damn!
We're led into the huge conference room and introductions begin
“Meet Beryl my daughter!” Mr Wilson says proudly then leaves to greet the rest of the team.
My dad introduces himself and introduces me too. Our hands brush in a tight shake and I feel like not letting go of her hand. It feels so warm in mine.
After introductions, we sit on our respective spots and start the meeting.
The meeting doesn't take long and the deal is already sealed. I notice that the petite lady is always looking down on her notes, avoiding eye contact with all of us and I conclude that she's quite professional.
After the meeting, my dad asks Mr. Wilson out for dinner but he refuses, citing some commitments.
“Sir, you'll be free from six in the evening!” The young lady chips in and the old man throws her a killer stare. She recoils then gets back to her professional self immediately.
Mr Wilson finally accepts and excuses the lady to go and make a reservation.
She bids us goodbye and walks away.
Why does she need to work?
I ask myself severally. She has everything at her disposal. In fact, her family is the next to ours wealth wise.
But she looks empty...I can't place a finger on anything.
Something is definitely not adding up!
As we walk to the elevator, I can't help but voice my concerns. “There's something off about the assistant!” I say only to hear a sigh from beside me.
“That girl is my late friend's daughter. She looks more of the late Wade and his late wife Judith!” Dad says!
“There's a possibility!”
Carla chips in. “I've seen her severally. She's confident and efficient at her job but a loner from outside.” she adds.
“What do you expect from a Wilson?” Arnold chips in as we walk outside!
Well, the truth is, I can't take Beryl out of my mind and I hope that we'll meet again soon.
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