The Billionaire Wolff

Chapter 1: His Office

Maximo Wolff

“Your three o’ clock is ready and waiting for you outside, Mr Wolff.” My secretary, Brianna, informed me through the intercom.

“Send her in after five minutes,” I told her, just before letting out a deep sigh.

Last one for the day, Maximo, and you’re done, I told myself. Or rather, motivated myself.

It was not like me to be exhausted nor drained when it comes to my work, but after weeks of going back and forth with this big client, I was ready to finally put a signature on this billion dollar contract.

You see, my name is Maximo Wolff, and my company is part of the Fortune 100.

Known as the youngest billionaire that has risen from ashes in the city that never sleeps, everybody either wanted to be me, or be with me. The in between is that they wanted to f u c k me.

None of those three options have happened and nor will they ever do because I have a strict rule when it comes to business and my personal life – never let a woman in.

They are a weakness, and I, Maximo Wolff, will be damned if I ever allow myself to be weak.

I stood up from my desk, tidying my suit one last time before plastering a smile on my face, and right on cue, my double door opened and it revealed a woman that screamed money and power at every step she took, and every piece of clothing and jewelry she owned, flaunting it as much as she could.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ivana. It’s nice to see you again.” I let out my hand as I looked at her, the strong scent of a perfume that probably cost a house filled my sense of smell and I had to stop myself from hurling at it.

I was always a bit sensitive when it came to such things. Whatever it was or wherever I was, I could smell something pungent or something out of the ordinary from more than a mile away. Both a blessing and a curse, I would say.

Mrs. Ivana was already undressing me with the way her eyes looked at me up and down the second the door opened, but of course, I had to keep my calm posture. Besides, it happens all too often for me to be bothered by it. By her, and every other woman that I come across. Not a lot of them could keep their eyes, and sometimes hands, to themselves.

“Hello, Mr. Wolff. You look as dashing as I last saw you.” Her words came out of her lips like pure seduction that I could have sworn I heard a purr right after.

I smiled at her, a smile that had become somewhat of a habit for me to do when someone gives me a compliment, but deep down inside I was actually rolling my eyes.

Money. Power. Fame. That was what mattered to me more than anything else. Even if it meant having to sit through women and men mentally taking my clothes off during a meeting, I was not going to back down.

I offered her a seat, but instead she walked closer to me. Her red heels tapped on the floor in rhythm as her hips swayed to my direction. There was no denying that Ivana Voskov was an outrageously stunning woman, especially for her age. Money most likely helped to keep her features intact, but it was also the help of her genes.

Her long blonde hair with highlights of light brown perfectly made her striking light blue eyes pop out. Staring into my eyes as if wanting to dive into my soul or into my bed and if I was not more of a man that knew how to stand his ground, I would have faltered in her looks a long time ago, back during the first time I met her.

It was already a few years ago but it was as if her face and body hadn’t changed, like blood-sucking vampires who always seemed so youthful, even if they were a thousand years old on this Earth already. I had to investigate to check for myself if she was one, but luckily, she just had a lot of expensive doctors at her disposal.

The second Ivana laid her eyes on me during my visit in Russia when I was invited by her husband, I knew I was in big trouble. I was much younger then, but once I moved to New York and began my journey to where I was now, there were temptations everywhere of all kinds left and right that I’ve learned to avert. One of them was definitely lust.

Mrs. Ivana walked her way right in front of me, sitting down comfortably on my wooden table and seductively spreading her legs open, subtle but obvious, at the same time that she was trying to lead me into something.

She smiled at me, pretending to look innocent, but it was far from that as one of her red heels slowly started to go up my leg, brushing it in a way to insinuate an action from me.

Externally, I stared back at her, my teeth gritted and hands clenched tightly as to stop myself from either reciprocating her actions or releasing the pent up annoyance inside of me. Internally, I was having a slight battle with the strong urge as she licked her lips in front of me.

I was but a man, and every man of course was built to release the tension inside of them, to feel the touch of a woman against his skin and overpower her with his strength in bed… or in this case, my wooden table.

The way she spread her legs gave me an ample view of her ridiculously revealing red lingerie, thin and strappy, it could barely be considered a piece of clothing as it covered nearly nothing to begin with. There was a raging inside me starting to come together and my leg being rubbed gently by her heels became stiff.

In one swift movement, I could have her against that table, both arms on top of her head and legs wider than it was right now as I explored her body. From her neck to her collarbone, the dress she was wearing easily gave me access to it all. Lips trailing down until I reach the bottom of her chest and with one pull down of the branded and eloquent cream colored clothing delicately wrapped on her, she would become bare in front of me.

At past three in the afternoon, even before the sun could go down, I would have this supposedly loyal and married woman bare naked on my wooden table. If her husband walked through that door and saw his precious wife practically giving herself to me willingly, and rather forcingly, he would have my head served on a platter. That is, if he could.

Mrs. Ivana had almost reached in between my legs if I hadn’t been brought back from my moment of distraction. Clearing my throat, I immediately recomposed myself.

I managed to release myself from her s****l tangle, like solid chains wrapped around me and breaking free from it as I took a step to the side, her leg that was once massaging mine now hovering on the air with nothing in front of it and I could sense the intense feeling of betrayal she had inside of her.

I walked over to the other side of the table as she hurriedly recomposed herself. Clearing her throat and stepping off my table, she turned around and gave me a forced smile. It was easy to see that the look she had was now her trying her best to keep her composure.

The eyes, it was always in a human’s eyes. Their thoughts, their feelings, their motives. Every single thing about them could be read through it. It was true the way they call it the window to a human’s soul.

“Let’s talk business, shall we?” I cooed, the expression on my face now much more relaxed as I smiled at her. Thoughts of gaining yet another big company in my hands made my entirety elated, a feeling of exhilaration taking over me. In my humble opinion, this was much better than any s****l orgasm.

If I had gone through with my fantasies, my thoughts of her being spread out on my table, that kind of feeling would just last minutes to say the least. But this, this would put my empire, the Wolff Enterprises, another step higher than any other company in New York and half the globe. A type of climax far greater than any man could imagine or feel.

Mrs. Ivana’s red-stained lips smiled back at me, a small huff escaping her before she threw a seductive look at me once again. “You are quite the tease, aren’t you, Mr. Wolff?” She asked, eyeing me up and down once again as she placed one of her hands on the table.

Seeing the opportunity and understanding the message that I assumed she was trying to convey, I leaned closer to her, my arms carefully carrying my weight as I made sure to get as close to her as I could from the other side.

Slowly, I used one of my hands to move to the side of my table with a pen, making sure to brush up against her hand that was positioned conveniently. I felt her shivers and saw her eyes slightly closed from the abrupt touching of our skins.

She had been expecting more, of course. But I was already set on something else. Once she opened her eyes back up, I was waving the pen I had gotten in front of her. An innocent smile on my lips, pretending not to know that I had just tried to bait her into thinking she was going to get more than just one touch.

Mrs. Ivana let out an exhale, the feeling of arousal and it being taken away vividly seen in her eyes as she realized my original intention. But alas, she had known me long enough to know that I was not one to be easily manipulated.

And it seems, by the change of look on her face, she must have accepted this fact already. “I guess that’s exactly what I like about you, though.” She replied innocently, before taking the pen out of my hand and making sure to touch it slowly.

A triumphant smile formed across my lips knowing that I had once again won.

Money. Power. Fame. These were the things that my world revolved around on.

In a few minutes, Mrs. Ivana had already signed the papers and I was officially the youngest to acquire large holdings of Russian Airlines. Adding it to the long list of airline collections, I was undoubtedly proud.

This definitely called for a celebration.

Once Mrs. Ivana stepped out of my office, I walked over to the mini bar at the side. Ten thousand dollar whiskeys, long years of aged wines, strong tequilas, and many more. You name it, I probably had it. Alcohol was a good old friend of mine. If my father could see the way his son drank, he would be proud. My mother? That would be a different story.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey, nothing else. I liked it plain and strong, but with how much heat my body produced in a second, no amount of alcohol could get me drunk. Not even tipsy. It had its pros and cons.

The knock on my door made me turn to that side and it opened, revealing my secretary with her usual upbeat smile and semi-formal outfit. I always liked my office to look prestigious, and she made sure to keep the image going with her as she wore proper clothes that were attractive yet still holding the elegance I wanted. Nothing too… displayful.

“Mr. Wolff, I have all the resumes for your new secretary ready. Do you want them now?” She asked as she stayed outside my office, half of her body still on the other side of the door.

My eyes trailed down to her hand from where I was seated. It looked to be about twenty or more pages of white paper and the thought of reading through all that right now made me even more tired than I already was.

“Not now, Brianna. Next week, perhaps. Thank you.” I told her with a faint smile as she nodded. I caught a glimpse of her awkward smile right before she stepped out, probably thinking she had only about a few weeks left in this job and she wanted me to find a replacement for her as soon as possible.

Brianna Anderson, my second secretary after the first one had a baby and now, she would be the next to go. A woman in her mid twenties, young, beautiful, and full of romantic opportunities that awaited her, it was only a matter of time until she did find someone to fall in love with and get married.

Romance. Love. Marriage. These were words that I only see in the dictionary, but never became a part of my life, and I planned to keep it that way.

I drank the last sip of alcohol in my hands in one shot before placing it down on the bar table. Walking to the side where my leather couch was situated, the sun was still high up and blinding me as I was at the top floor of a high rise building.

“Close windows.” I spoke up, the small automatic machine instantly hearing my command and doing as I said.

Technology. It definitely has made people’s lives much easier and simpler, but at some times the complete opposite as well.

I watched the curtains of my window slowly close, and in a second, my once bright office was now dark, as if it was already nine in the evening.

I took my coat off, placing it gently on the side before lying cozily on the couch. I let out a deep exhale when I felt the warmth and comfort of my leather couch take over my body. I needed this.

Just for a few hours, I’ll rest. It was a Friday, anyway. Tomorrow, as usual, will be a busy day.

Tomorrow, I will be visiting my family again and the Dark Moon Pack.