I woke up to the soft click of a door. Theron had left. Propping myself up on my arm, I looked around—it was definitely late evening. Getting up and taking in the room, I found a black tracksuit displayed openly on one of the standing racks. And on it, a small note: "Your favorite. Use it."
I smiled faintly and, without hesitation, pulled it on right away. Next to the tracksuit, on a small table, I found a folder with documents. The one I had asked about. But yesterday, while we were driving here in complete silence, another idea had come to me.
I grabbed it—and stumbled. What?… At the bottom stood slippers, exactly the same ones I had worn when I left his apartment last time. Of course, Theron had remembered everything in detail and arranged it, everything, as always, under his control. I caught myself thinking I was smiling again. and headed toward his office.
In the guest area, near the door to the work zone, I met a guard standing facing the door.
"Umm…" I cleared my throat awkwardly. "May I pass?" I asked, stepping closer.
"Mr. Theron…" he began hesitantly.
"I'll be quick, just a couple of words…" But the guard did not turn around. "Why are you facing the door?" my curiosity got the better of me.
"I was told not to turn around if you suddenly…" he hesitated, as if choosing his words, "were not dressed."
"It's fine, I'm dressed." I decisively opened the door and headed into the office.
But as soon as I took a couple of steps, I froze.
Inside sat at least twenty people, men in black tuxedos and women in black dresses. The light was slightly dimmed, and guards stood along the entire perimeter, much larger than those at his birthday.
And at the head of the table sat Theron. His gaze was cold, revealing no emotion. He stood up and moved toward me, and I forced myself to walk casually toward him.
As soon as he came close, he carefully took my hand and leaned nearer to my ear.
"You'd better wait in the room," he whispered in a calm tone.
I ran my eyes over his collar to make sure everything was fine and that he still wasn't wearing a tie.
"I'll go home," I replied in the same whisper, turning toward him.
But under the silence created by the people around us, it seemed they could hear even a whisper. In response to my words, I saw an approving look from Theron. I cast a quick glance behind his back—everyone looked at us like venomous snakes.
Theron began to straighten, but I immediately grabbed him by the collar and pulled him toward me, kissing him as lustfully as possible. Though I doubt I could display much sexuality in this state and appearance, Theron didn't lose his composure and carefully responded to the kiss. Pulling back, I whispered against his lips:
"We need Liana's and Dave's phone."
Having said that, I stepped away. The last thing I saw was the expression he began to control. Though I could bet he had questions about my request.
Ostin followed me to the door.
As soon as the door to his office shut behind me, I heard a heavy sigh from Ostin. We headed toward the elevator. He was silent, only rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I will never understand you," he finally broke the silence as we descended. "You don't care at all about his clan and family, who are truly dangerous, but you worry so much about Amy?"
"I didn't expect them to be in his office," and that really was surprising.
"That's the reason you work until four," Ostin said calmly, unaware that he had just revealed something new to me.
I looked at him questioningly.
"Meetings often happen at the end of the workday right here," he spoke as if it weren't a secret.
Then why don't I know about it?
"Do you think Theron will let his family or clan touch me?" I smirked.
After all, it turns out Theron had been almost shielding me from them from the very beginning. And if you think about it, there was more logic in that than romance.
Ostin didn't answer, but I could see he was thinking about it.
"The answers are in the details, Ostin." I looked at the folder, pressing it to my chest. "You know that yourself." I shifted my gaze to his concerned face. "I trust Theron, he won't let them touch me. But she…"
"Did you find out something else?" he asked.
"I'd like to say yes, but I need more details, more proof." I didn't take my eyes off the folder.
We silently got into the car, and it drove in the direction of my home.
"I need the entire genealogical tree of Amy and all his relatives or acquaintances who have companies in America."
My voice was calm as I looked at the half-filled city roads.
"You'd better share your guesses, that way we can do more," he insisted.
"And if I found something that could break part of his clan and his family?" I kept looking at the cars. "Will he thank me or hate me?"
I didn't know how to prove any of this, didn't know whether my theory was correct. And I didn't want to throw around loud accusations without evidence. Besides, we still had the issue of the information leak open.
"If it's that serious, you'd better tell Theron," he insisted.
"No, I want to check everything first before I destroy someone's reputation with my words," I said and got out of the car near my house.
The guards accompanied me as usual. On my floor, I saw a watered plant and remembered Derek.
Pulling my phone out of the clutch I had grabbed before the elevator, I immediately saw a message from him:
"Everything is fine."
My state was nothing like a working one. But after all that closeness and even too much time spent with Theron, my head had cleared a little and was ready for difficult tasks. But my body throbbed with a dull ache.
I didn't take off his tracksuit and lay down on the bed in it, with the documents and my notes.
I needed to find all the constructions and buildings that had been sold and that I should check first. I noticed that Theron had added new data, and the sales had indeed increased.
For a moment, I set all the notes aside.
What should I tell him, and what should I hold back until everything becomes clear? I didn't take my eyes off the documents. Maybe I'm making a mistake by digging into this? Maybe I'm seeing something that isn't there? What if I only ruin everything?
Thoughts raced through my head, and with a groan I fell onto the pillow.
Has my paranoia reached a new level? Or am I so jealous of Amy?
"Ahhh…" I groaned.
These thoughts began to irritate me. It felt like I had only recently been so confident around Theron, and now doubts were gnawing at my mind.
I closed my eyes and, to my surprise, immediately fell asleep.
Theron never came that night. He didn't even write anything. I got ready in my usual routine and went to the office. But as soon as I headed toward my workspace, a guard informed me that Theron was waiting for me in his office.
I checked my phone—nothing there either. I suppressed whatever might have surfaced inside and, putting on my mask of indifference, went to him.
In the reception area, Hilda allowed me to enter his office. But as soon as I opened the door, I saw an unfamiliar girl standing opposite Theron's desk, leaning on it with her hands.
I closed the door and stood calmly, though inside everything screamed: What the hell is this.
The girl heard me and straightened, adjusting her expensive dress.
"Think about my offer, Vescari," she said coldly and, turning around, walked toward the exit with a feline gait.
She wore a strict blue suit with a knee-length skirt, and the slit was so high that, I could swear, if she sat down, you could see her underwear. The jacket was worn on a bare body, with only a beautiful black bra underneath. Her entire appearance was both stately and commanding, and at the same time depraved.
As she passed by me, I caught an almost equally irritating scent of her perfume as Theron's.
The door closed, and I stood there, controlling my mask of indifference to the very end.
Did yesterday really change nothing between us?
He also didn't take his eyes off me, but I could see he was trying to read me.
Amy's words surfaced in my head, but I immediately pushed them away.
"Is everything alright?" he broke the silence first.
"Yes," I answered coldly. "We can talk about what happened yesterday."
I went straight to the point. It was better than what was beginning to grow behind the wall that could no longer hold.
"Aren't you interested in who that girl is?" it was more a question to observe my reaction. But the mask sat comfortably on my face.
"If you didn't tell me, then I'm not interested." I slowly walked toward his desk, dropping my coat and bag onto one of the chairs along the way, keeping only the folder with me. "We need to talk about what—"
He interrupted me again.
"No. I don't want you to misunderstand." His voice softened into the Theron I knew.
I walked around the desk and stood a step away from him. He did care about what I thought.
"And how did I understand it?" I lifted the corner of my mouth in a smirk.
"Listen, she's from Kingstand, more precisely, its heiress, and she offered cooperation." He moved a chair closer to me but didn't touch me.
"Let me guess, cooperation in a sexual sense, right? Her outfit already told me everything, Theron, don't bother." I leaned toward him.
He rolled slightly back and began to study me suspiciously.
"You…" he looked at me hesitantly and very seriously. "Are you… jealous?"
"Yes," I said calmly and coldly. "But after you didn't come or call after yesterday, and simply invited me to your office through a guard, where you were with another provocatively dressed woman, it's less jealousy and more a desire to hit you." I stepped closer.
Theron froze for a moment, but a satisfied smile slowly spread across his face.
"Don't tell me you missed me after one night." He ran his hand along my leg, gripping my thigh.
"Theron, just yesterday on that table you were fucking me with your tongue and saying that you were only mine. And after a night of silence, there's already a new lady spinning in front of you?" I threw the documents onto the table and ran my fingers through his hair.
His eyes lit up with lust. Theron pulled me toward him and pressed his head just below my chest.
"Fuck, Mirey, you're driving me insane." His hands squeezed and released my thighs. "She came unexpectedly, she had a proposal, and I listened to it." He inhaled my scent. "Sorry I didn't call myself. I just wanted you to rest from me, because if I had come, I would have kept you awake all night again and again. Fuck, I can't control myself around you, like some lustful animal."
He slowly pulled away, releasing my thighs.
"So if I want you, no matter where or with whom, to want only me, even sitting in that damn chair to think only about me and desire only me…" I closed the distance between us and stood directly in front of him, between his legs. "Can I be called a lustful female?"
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and placed my palms on his thighs.
"What are you—"
Damn… that expression of complete surprise and confusion ignited the fire in me even more. I managed to catch him off guard. Theron Vescari himself faltered in front of me while I was on my knees between his legs.
The pleasure of that effect spread through my body.
"I want you, sitting here, to always think only about me…" I slowly unbuttoned his jacket, then his belt. "To remember me and go mad with desire." I unfastened the button of his trousers, then the zipper.
His hands lay on the sides of the chair, and his gaze… was predatory and… like that dangerous Theron I had seen during torture. He froze…
He didn't stop me and didn't say a word. But the way my touches reflected on him gave me more and more confidence.
Though, honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. I had two boyfriends before, and even then it was standard, boring sex. I knew nothing at all about oral pleasure. But everything inside me wanted this. Even if it would be clumsy, I had to. I wanted…
I ran my hand along his cock. He was already damn hard and strained against his underwear. I could see the tip, already exposed.
Freed his dick completely, ran my hand along him and wrapped my other hand around. Theron's hands dug into the armrests, but his languid, predatory gaze didn't leave me.
I gathered my courage and ran my tongue along the tip of his head. The scrape of the armrests cut through the tension.
Looked at him and made circular motions with my tongue around it. And then I realized I was blushing under his burning gaze, just like he was. I felt that I was already wet between my legs even from such touches.
I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips, moving deeper as far as possible.
Theron's moan became like a push for movement. I licked and sucked him, again and again took his cock fully into my mouth, moving toward him to the limit.
I felt that he was on the edge. I glanced at him, and he was simply divine, tense, completely immersed in pleasure. His eyes met mine, and he groaned:
"Mirey… no…"
But his hands still gripped the armrests of the leather chair. He didn't move his hips toward me even once, completely giving me freedom.
I felt deep inside how he hardened, as if before release. I pulled him out with a sharp movement and enclosed him in my palms, as if enclosing him in a closed lotus.
"Fuck…" he growled.
And I felt him release into my hands.
I obediently sat on my knees in front of him, holding him. As soon as he finished, I withdrew my hands, keeping my palms together so as not to stain either my suit or his, and began to stand.
He sharply grabbed my wrists and turned me with my back to him. Lifted my skirt, and I felt my tights tear.
"Wait, I need to wash my hands," I protested, trying to pull away.
"No. You're the one who seduced me, so deal with the consequences." His playful tone made me smile.
He pulled me toward him, and I sat on him. With his hands, he spread my legs apart, toward the large window overlooking the metropolis.
"You're so sexy when you're jealous." He massaged between my legs over my underwear. "You really know how to surprise." He moved them aside, exposing me as if to the entire city.
I felt that he was hard again and already sliding along me. Like a current ran through me, and he felt me shudder.
"Sorry, but I won't stop…" he ran himself along me again and again, guiding to the entrance.
"Don't stop…" I still held my palms in front of me with his release, sitting on him with my legs spread.
He lifted me by the waist and entered in one motion, pressing and guiding my body downward.
An open, unrestrained moan escaped my lips, heat swept through my entire body. He controlled me, moving me up and down by the waist, and I melted in pleasure. He took one of my hands and guided it to myself.
"Theron…"
But he didn't answer and didn't stop. Guiding my fingers, he moved them over my clitoris, and I felt the wave about to overwhelm me. It was so dirty, so pleasurable that I couldn't control myself.
I continued moving my fingers on my own, while he, lifting and pressing me by the waist, increased the pace.
I felt him even deeper inside me at the moment the wave crashed over me. He pressed me to him to the limit and also broke into climax. His growl and curses sounded somewhere behind me.
In bliss, I fell back against him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You've destroyed all my efforts to be a gentleman." He kissed the top of my head.
"Just be yourself already, without playing a noble prince." I stroked his hands on my waist. "But we really need to talk seriously." I nodded toward the documents.
"Ostin told me you have serious suspicions about my clan and family." His tone became businesslike.
"So you already managed to chat with him."
I sharply threw off his hands and stood up from him, heading into his apartment behind the office, straight to the bathroom to clean myself up. I heard footsteps—Theron followed me.
We silently got ourselves in order: I washed my hands and inner thighs, and he washed his cock. As soon as he finished, he turned to me.
I was still thinking what to do about the tights.
"Sorry." He crouched and pulled the torn tights off me, helping with my shoes. "I really just wanted to give you some rest."
"Theron, let's define this." I stepped slightly back from him. "If we're together as a couple, or as sex partners, or as sex partners at work?"
"Whatever you want. It won't change the essence for me." He stood straight and serious, arms crossed over his chest.
"If we're a couple, that implies communication, informing, calls, messages. You know that." I glanced at his phone sticking out of his pocket. "And if you want just sex partners, then spare me your tenderness."
Theron stepped closer and, lifting my chin, kissed me gently.
"Sorry, sunshine." His change was sincere.
All the worries that had been forming on my way here seemed to evaporate.
"But now let's talk, or I'll fuck you somewhere here again." He took my hand and led me back to the office.
He sat at the desk and opened the folder.
"Fuck, I'll have to demolish this building now," he cursed.
"What do you mean?" did I put something wrong in the documents?
"I mean your stunt." He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, now with a more serious and cold gaze.
"I identified all the points that are being bought in a systematic order. It's about two or three sales per month. I read the reports, and there were many reasons, but they all seemed fabricated. Even considering that you were planning to exit the business, you didn't give consent to sell points you previously used." I showed him the list of all the sales that caught my attention.
"How did you figure out it was them?" by his voice, it was clear I was right.
"Position, relation, involvement. I studied each building that was sold under unclear pretexts in detail, and as a rule, they were sold by not very close relatives." I stepped closer and, flipping through the documents, found the needed page. "You provided a list of buyers, and it raises no suspicion. But as soon as I started checking the owners of some of the points I could find online, they had already been resold. And that happened to all the buildings I managed to reach—within a month after the sale."
Theron scanned my list and the names. I saw clear questions on his face.
"What does that mean?" he continued reading the list of new owners.
"It means that the companies that repurchased your buildings and premises have owners with Korean surnames."
Theron froze, still running his eyes over my reports. And the tension was broken by a notification of Ostin's arrival.
When he entered, he looked no better than Theron.
"I received the scan report of Liana's and Dave's phones." Ostin approached and handed me the documents.
"What's there?" I began flipping through them, and there were too many numbers.
"They both have numbers marked 'Eve,' and this number matches the one that seven girls we previously identified have."
What?.. That was not what I expected to see there…