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Shawn Crest.
I watch her as she sits serenely, on the chair opposite mine. Everything about her, everything about the way she acts, so delicate and beautiful, that I want to run my hand over her body.
It wasn't my intention to arrive late as I did, but that of simon wassier's wife, who invited me for lunch, at their house.
The lunch at their house, wasn't without my initial doing of outwitting Fiona, Simon's daughter, into accepting her offer to have lunch at their house.
No doubt, Fiona being the only child and her parents spoilt brat, once she convinced her mother, Talia, that she wanted me to come to lunch, where as Talia always favoured me also, due to the fact that, their daughter picked an interest in me, and they having this frail thought of me actually having something to do with Fiona.
It's not the first, nor the second, or how many times I can count Fiona has thrown herself at me, and each time I decline, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. I took that as my opportunity to go into their house and fixing my program straight to their Wi-Fi, which indeed, did not come easily.
I had to pretend and partially, ruin my SIM card in pretence to fake that, my network has been bad for a while and couldn't seem to know the cause. I also told them, I needed to send an urgent work to someone, online, which they offered me connection to their Wi-Fi.
It wasn't until 5, that I left there, remembering that I had booked an appointment with Louis. Not only was I grateful, but also delighted that I was still able to meet Bonnie, which at the end of the day, worked out fine as I manged to convince her to dinner.
Certainly, if she had said no, there was nothing I could do, and i coming late, was also a good opportunity for me to ask her to make it up to her. I was glad when she said yes, because no doubt I plan to woo her one way or another.
"It's beautiful." Bonnie says, relieving me of my thoughts.
Juts like you!
"It is. This is one of my favourite restaurants." I tell her, while we sit comfortably, waiting for one the employees to attend to us.
"I can see why you like it," she replies after me and I chuckle lightly. It's funny, and bewilding when thinking about it. Bonnie is nothing like the women I carry around or date, but even as at that, she seems to have something that managed to capture my interest in her, something I am yet to discover.
"Why don't you go through the menu, before we're ready to order?" I tell her and she nods acceptably. It's hard not to notice how nervous or rather shy she is at the moment. Though, she is doing one hell of a job hiding it, I still notice.
I stare at her longer than I presumed. Her dark eyelash, cascading lightly on her skin everytime she blinks, her body adjustment, whenever I view she has seen something she doesn't know, and everything else she's doing making me wonder, if I have never seen a woman.
It's fearful and anomalous, that Bonnie has such an effect on me, and that hasn't happened in a very long while.
I believe, she decides to look up, when I instantly move my gaze away from her and up to the menu.
Shit! Was I really staring for that long?
"Are you ready?" I ask her, taking my eyes off the menu.
"Yes " she replies and I raise my hand over to the waiter, as he comes closer.
"Good evening sir, I'm sorry for the late response, due to our management control. We apologize sincerely." The waiter whose name tag, indicates to be George says.
"Good evening. We sincerely apologize, for the delay and any inconvenience caused by our maintenance. Please, bear with us and you'll be attended to immediately." the speakers boom through out the interior of the building, making everyone listen attentively, at the unknown audible voice.
"That's fine. We'd like to order now," I speak fluently. Normally, when arrived at 'la soiuee' you're immediately attended to, so it was obvious to say, they had an issue and I didn't put anything tangile to it, as Bonnie and I, were in a converse.
"Alright sir. I'm George and I will be taking your order." George says and I turn to glance at Bonnie.
"I will like the spiced chicken and Alfredo," Bonnie answers and I turn back to George.
"Alright George, I'll take the rice with minced meat and salad," I tell him.
"Noted sir. What would you like to drink?" George asks.
I turn my attention back to Bonnie, wanting to know what she will suggest. "I'm fine with anything you choose." she says and I nod.
"We would like a bottle of Ariel cabernet." I respond and he takes our order, then leaves. "Don't worry it's not alcoholic" I speak back to Bonnie, seeing her dismay.
I have no idea, if Bonnie is used to such a life of knowing the kind of expensive wines they are out there, or the kind of luxury I live in, and even if she didn't, I honestly do not mind.
Which is new.
"Thank you, Mr Crest." She speaks and I smile at her.
"Please Bonnie, call me Shawn, I think we're passed the formalities now." I advise and she looks at me questionably, but nevermind, nods.
"Tell me Bonnie, do you enjoy working at LV?" I ask her, trying to ease our conversation.
She chuckles lightly before speaking. "Working at LV, honestly can be really stressful, especially the late nights and dozing off, during meetings" she chuckles the more, and I find myself enticed with her. "To answer your question, nevertheless, I enjoy working at LV. The people, my team and the dedication we put into it whenever we have a deadline, its amazing." she ends.
I place a hand on the table, watching her, before finally speaking. "Employees like you would make Louis, become emotional," I say, and we both laugh. "And may I tell you, he is not a man to be emotional." I speak inbetween chuckles.
"That he is not." Bonnie agrees. "What about you? How does it feel having to take responsibility for a large number of employees?" she asks, placing her arms in the table.
The waiter, George, didn't take long as he arrives with our meal.
"Thank you!" Bonnie says to him, as he drops the meal on both sides.
So polite and curtsied.
"Truthfully, its exhausting at some limit, especially when you have to deal with the craps of some business partners, and their bullshits all for the betterment of both sides. All in all, as tiring as it could be, knowing that your employees rely on you to make good decisions, in order to keep them employed, and for them to have something to fend theirselves with." I reply, as soon as they waiter leaves. Bonnie stares at me a little bit longer than usual, smiling genuinely.
"I'm sure your employeees are glad to have a CEO like you." she speaks and I smirk at her, licking my lips lightly.
Is that a compliment I hear? Because that sounds really proud coming from her lips.
"Tell that to them, when I'm in a bad mood and they have to face the casualties." I say and we both chuckle.
God! Her laugh is beautiful
"Let's eat, I want to know your opinion on the food," I tell her and she picks up her cutlery, all while with a smile.
Luckily, I've managed to ease up the conversation.
I pick up my spoon taking a bit of my rice, as Bonnie does the same. I watch gracefully, as she closes her eyes and moans in, as soon as she savours the relishing taste.
Holy s**t!
The sound erupting from her lips, coercing something deep down from inside me, as I stiffen a little.
"Oh wow, this is really good. It's delicious!" she says, after swallowing every of the food in her mouth and I just watch her amazed, at how little she does, but affect me.
I chuckle at her behavior. "Now I think you see more reasons why it's one of favorite?" I speak.
"Oh I definitely do." she replies, taking another bite, as I do the same. We eat in a comfortable silence, none of us saying anything till we're almost done with our meal and Bonnie's phone rings.
"Hey baby, I'm sorry I'm not back yet, I got delayed and would be back soon." my ears perking up at the tone and particularity of words she used. I listen more, trying to concentrate on what's in front of me, but I do know, that's a lie.
My head raced, at whom she could be talking to.
Could it be her boyfriend?
Does she have a boyfriend?
Shit, I didn't even try to find out about that.
"That's alright, you don't need to wait up for me. Go to sleep when I get back, I'll use my key, okay?" she speaks again, to the other person on the phone.
She speaks to the person, whom I don't know, and asks if he has eaten. I got to know it's a he, based on the fact that she mentioned his name. Nico.
The call ended, and I glance up at her, wanting to find a proper way of asking ,who that is, without looking like, a freak.
"My apologies for keeping you late. I suppose, your boyfriend would understand it was just a friendly dinner?" I say with hint, trying to get her to confirm my statement.
"My boyfriend?" She furrows her eyebrows. "Oh No, Nico isn't my boyfriend," she clarifies and unintentionally, my heart seems to relax. "He's my son." she says, and I almost choke on the remnants of my food.
Son?
She has a son?
"You have a child?" I ask her, and she nods.
I don't know which is more bombarding. The fact that I thought, she had a boyfriend, but turned out to be her son.
Holy s**t!
"Oh my God!" Bonnie burst out laughing, her hands up to her lips to prevent the amount of laughter coming through. She closes her eyes a little and laughes the more, watching me. "I was just kidding. Oh my God, you should have seen your face. Nico isn't my son, he's my brother!" she says, and i put down my cutlery, amazed at the audacity of this woman, to pull such pranks.
No doubt, I fell for it.
Surprisingly, I find myself chuckling with her. Recalling back, it is indeed funny and hilarious.
"Wow, you really got me," I say inbetween our laughs.
"You were the one who believed. How did you even believe that? I'm just 23." she says.
"Well, one, I didn't think you would joke on such matters, as it was unexpected, honestly. Two, you might be young but, it happens" I explain.
"Yes it does. But Nico is just my brother." she giggles again and I chuckle.
"Clearly noted." I respond.
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After Bonnie's hilarious prank, we didn't spend not more that twenty more minutes, before we left. We talked more as we drank our wine, and I got to know more about her and so did she.
"Thank you Mr Crest....oh sorry" She chuckles, and I do too." I mean, Shawn. I had a wonderful evening!" Bonnie says, as we get to the outside of her house.
The way my name slips off her lips. So beautifully pronounced and seductive.
"My pleasure. And I also had a beautiful evening, one I wished lasted longer." I admit, seeing a creep of blush attain her color.
She doesn't say anything, but smiles as we sit longer than normal in the car. "I should get going." she says and I nod.
I escort her out of the car, staying longer and wanting to spend every minute again with her. "If you don't mind, would you like to go out with me?" I voice the question, that had been burning up in my throat.
"As in a friendly dinner, again?" she smiles, teasing me to admit what I want.
With Bonnie, she's unpredictable, but also a smart woman. One minute you think that's all she is, and the next she brings out another shade of her.
I chuckle. "No, not a friendly dinner, this time. A date." I speak confidently, not faltering my gaze on her. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" I ask formally.
She blushes, taking her gaze down a bit and biting her lower lip as she tugs on her bag. "You're so confident, aren't you Mr Crest?" she teases again.
"Especially on what I want." I say and she giggles.
"I see. Okay then. Yes, I would like to go out with you" she accepts, and I find myself grinning like I've just won a lottery.
"Okay. How about Saturday?" I ask her.
"Saturday is just fine." she says.
"Fine then. I'll pick you up by 4." I tell her, and she nods in agreement.
"Goodnight Shawn." she says, moving away from me step by step.
"Goodnight Bonnie"
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I stare at my laptop, typing swiftly, as I come back with the same result over and over again.
F**k
The Wi-Fi connection I infiltrated on the wassier's, seems to loose connection every two minutes. And in that two minutes, I try to go through each of their phones.
I couldn't go through every mail, SMS, and cloud storage on Talia's phone, but as of what I've seen, there isn't much to get there.
Back to Simons phone, which is square one, too perfect to be true. I'm mostly waiting for the opportunity where a system would be logged in, and I would be able to get into it.
As for Fiona's phone, I haven't been able to follow through with the encryption, based on the connection lost, every two minutes, which could only be as a result, to it being an external device.
I'll have to rewrite my program, and strengthen the connection, in order to be able to access Fiona's documents. I rest my head on the pad of the chair, running a hand on my temple, as I think of the next step to take.
A very strong gut is telling me that Simon is behind this, and it's been days since the shareholders meeting and I still haven't found a solution to the problem, which means money will still be going out of my company.
F**king hell!
I would have to find a way to get back to their house, or plant a program directly on Fiona's phone.
But how the hell was I going to do that?
Fiona is a smart woman and cunning as well, if I am to admit. And she wouldn't just let her phone slip out of her hand, just like that.
I'll just have to find a way, no matter what. My company is at risk!
I close my laptop, getting up from the chair, as I proceed to take a shower, before heading to bed. The shower runs through my skin, as I close my eyes in relaxation.
The only memory that comes to my head, is that of Bonnie. Her beautiful skin, her curvaceous body, her smile and her unpredictability. Everything about her entices me, bringing me to an edge, that I start to form images of the both of us.
I am interested in Bonnie and I always go after what I want.
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