I was working on my laptop when Danial entered. He handed me an invitation to a business party scheduled for that evening. Most affluent people, business tycoons, and political figures were going to attend the party. I almost threw the invitation away when the thought that Dante might attend the party entered my mind. He definitely would attend this, as it was one of the biggest events. I was excited as I held the invitation. I am going to mark my presence. I murmured to myself.
I was at the party, wearing a dark blue outfit, looking sharp as hell, and with a little makeover. I looked dashing; I knew that, and Davis whistled as he saw me. So, yeah, I have taken extra care; I don't know why.
My eyes started darting around the hall, looking for the specific person who was nowhere to be seen. He must be running late, or I would have fucking messaged and asked him rather than just assuming that he would attend the damn party. 'He better attend this damn party, I groaned once again, scanning the hall. Davis was chatting with the group beside me, and my eyes were still roaming. Finally, I found his dad, along with Brandon, sipping his drink and talking with someone. Please don't tell me he is attending in place of Dante. Even Thomas wasn't here. He informed me that he would be back this week; I don't know which day. Maybe work dragged a bit, so he is still stuck. My mood was instantly off. After pouring more drink, I claimed the stairs to get some air. "Where are you going?" Davis immediately noticed my movement. "To get some air; it's suffocating," I answered him. "It's been what, 20 minutes, Rowan. "Well, I met and greeted a few." I retorted to his question, to which he rolled his eyes.
I placed the drink on the railing and stood on the balcony, inhaling the air. I don't know why my mood was off. I could have bloody enjoyed the party; no, I need to run from everything. Too many things happened, happening, and along with it, I needed to be on high alert all the time from that bloody day. A girl, a girl just overtook and got her way around me, not revealing a bit about herself.
I didn't get a second to dwell on the thought as someone closed my eyes using some cloth. So much for being on high alert; I groaned. The person didn't waste time; I was pinned to the wall, and my hands were locked upward. This time, I used my full strength to loosen myself before I lost myself in the lust. I pushed, pulled, and swirled my hands, but the hold was at the same level. How can a girl be so strong? Damn her and my strength level.
I gave up on the task and was totally ready to give in to whatever was waiting for me. I leaned on the wall; my breath started to labour for no reason. The person didn't do anything, probably just staring at me, and that itself had some effect on me. This is so stupid of me, but I am not able to help myself. The grip on my hands got tighter; the gap between us was filled as I could feel the person breathing on my face. I don't know where the guards were.
It was so silent; only our breathing sounds could be heard. I was getting hotter irrespective of the climatic conditions, which were cold. The person moved to my neck, inhaling and exhaling the scent but not touching. I wanted more than just that; as if the person heard my thought, a small kiss was placed, followed by so many, and it was given a final touch with a hard bite. My breath hitched at that, and I don't know whether I groaned or moaned, but some sound left me.
I tried to get under control; I needed to speak before the person gave me a hard-on and vanished. I tried to open my mouth when I felt the person's mouth near mine, mingling with mine. Our breath mixed with alcohol, and I didn't complain about it. His lips slightly touched mine, inhaling air and exhaling in my mouth. My throat went dry, and my legs felt like jelly and would give out at any time. I tried to latch onto the person's lips; I moved, but she was faster than me and pulled back.
I wanted to touch the person so badly; unfortunately, the grip on my hand was at the same level. It's like I was only losing my hand in this entire process, but the person was firm. At last, the person moved without kissing my lips. I was waiting for that to happen, to feel the person's lips on mine, and I wanted to taste her so badly. Her lips were on my ears, nibbling, kissing, and biting. Finally, things stopped, and her forehead met with mine. We were breathing harder on each other's faces; the effect was the same level, and I sighed at that. She easily towers over me; that's crazy. She overpowers me, once again—crazy.
By heaving, I moved my face, like a dog in heat, to try my luck, but the person moved faster and succeeded in avoiding my attempt. I groaned at that, and I was let loose. Hastily, I removed the cloth from my eyes, and an empty floor greeted me in return. The heat was gone, replaced with my anger, and I threw the piece of cloth on the ground in frustration. Not fucking again. Two times, she overpowered me, two bloody times, Rowan. I grunted the words, feeling shame.
I tied up my clothes properly, especially the neck area, and started walking downstairs. My eyes scanned the room thoroughly; things were going in the flow, the same shit repeated that happens at every damn business party. Nothing was out of place, or I am that dumb to find anything. I marched toward Davis, who was engaged with someone. Can't he bloody take a break from flirting?
"I am going." He gave me his full attention, studying me from head to toe, and I averted my eyes at that. "Don't tell me?" "Shut it." I immediately spoke, not letting him complete the damn sentence. He chuckled at that. "Better luck next time." He added, and I glared at him. "But why do you want to go?" "I have an early flight to catch." He nodded in understanding. "A week, right?" I nodded at that. "Give or take," I answered him. "Good luck; your dad is a damn genius." I smiled at that. "Indeed." "Have you revised the presentation?" "Yes, I have." "You will grab this investor, Rowan; trust me," I hummed at that. "Italy is a great place; do some sightseeing." "Of course, I will. I will get going." We hugged briefly and bid goodbye to Davis and to the anonymous person who is playing games. If she were still present at the party, she would probably be laughing her heart out somewhere, remembering my pathetic effort and, once again, being victorious.
I was at the high-end restaurant in Italy waiting for the investors to arrive. I don't know why my legs were shaking pathetically. It's not the first time; I am giving a presentation to the delegates, but my dad wanted this deal. He had done so much of a circus to set up the appointment; half of this is a done deal since they agreed to meet up, and the other half is in my hands. Trust me, I will ace this meeting. I don't know why I called Dante before coming to the restaurant, but it did wonders. He didn't know anything about the meeting, but he did talk about the investment hurdles that he overcame recently, and it did something in me. His level of confidence inspired me a lot.
The investor arrived, and we exchanged greetings briefly. Without wasting time, I started explaining the project. It took 45 minutes answering their questions, demoing, and everything. We shook hands, and with a smile, I walked him to his car.
I was over the moon as I entered the five-star hotel that I booked for the week. Mr George Warren, the investor, has given a positive response, and there will likely be another two to three meetings before concluding the deal. Apparently, he wanted to discuss it with his partners and directors, and if required, I also need to convince them. I will get this deal; I am sure of it.
I entered the elevator along with my guards and arrived at the floor where my room was booked. I relieved them for the day and entered my room. I called my dad and updated him about what happened. He gave me some more information on my next approach, with encouraging words. He disconnected the call.
I entered the bathroom to freshen up. After 15 minutes, by wrapping a towel, I was out, feeling refreshed. I halted my steps as the air felt different in the room, and I wasn't alone. Before I could make sense of the situation, my eyes were closed, and I was pinned to the nearby wall. What the hell? How? Am I being stalked now? I whined at the situation I was ending up in. 'Not fucking again,' I grunted, and, like a pro, as she was, she overpowered me by locking my hands. "Hey, not again. You better give the bloody control to me. This is getting ridiculous." I groaned in frustration.
My breathing was heavy with irritation, and the other person was too heavy. Her hands started tracing over my bare body, and only then did I realise that I was half naked. When I had covered my whole body, she was successful in unlocking my lustful world, and now I gulped in panic.
Her hand didn't stop, tracing along the upper side of my body. The person started kissing me, starting from the forehead, eyes, nose, chin, and the side of my lip. It was deliberately slow, measuring my reaction and making sure I was swimming in it. She was successful, as I leaned toward the person for more. She moved further toward my neck area. This feels totally different from the previous encounter: she was licking, smooching hard, kissing the same place, and ending in a bite. I whimpered as she was exploring every inch of mine, and she stopped at my chest. Sucking took place on the navel area; I moaned in encouragement. One hand firmly held me in place, the other on my waist, and her mouth was doing magic on me.
The person was playing on my nipples, circling, licking, and sucking, giving equal attention to both of them. I moaned, wanting everything, completely surrendering to the sensation. I wanted more, at least something strong this time. "Please don't stop and flee, leaving me hard as hell," I managed to say those words. "Please," I begged and whined.
The person started playing with the hem of the towel. My eyes went wide at that, the only thing covering my lower part. If it fell, I would be completely naked in front of an unknown person. My breath shuddered thinking about what if, but the person didn't stop her hand. She was watching as she moved her hand; I could feel her studying my face and the panic that I was feeling at the moment.
Once again, she placed a kiss on the side of my lip, and her hand brushed against my member on the towel. I whimpered at the sensation, breathing heavily. I was shaking where I stood, wanting to be free from the clutches so I could feel her in return. I am done being in the dark; her identity is so secretive, and the stunt she has pulled by entering my room indicates much more about her. She is damn influential, or could be an assassin or some criminal. I couldn't go on the topic more because her hand was on my thigh. "I dare you; if you leave me like this, I will find you and kill you myself." I threatened in this situation too. She can't leave me like before, and now I am dying, leaking with precum.
No noise; nothing was coming from the person, only heavy breathing, and I couldn't grasp shit from that. Not to forget what position I am in right now. Her hand found my member, and she held it in a firm grip. Oh god, I moaned louder, feeling ecstatic, and her mouth was on my neck. My mind went blank as she pressed hard on my member while sucking my neck hard. I jerked where I stood, too needy for more. She started moving, pressing hard, and my blood rushed to the down zone at that. How is it even possible? I couldn't help but ask the question. The grip was so fucking hard and strong; is it even possible from that soft hand? Once again, I couldn't dwell as she kept pressing harder while biting my neck. It didn't take too much time, and I cum all over her hand. I was exhausted and felt drained. She didn't stop for a few seconds, and I felt utterly blissful at the moment.
My throat went dry; I licked my lips to moisten them. I breathe heavily at the place, feeling numb to the sensation, and the door opened and closed. I opened my eyes immediately and ran toward the door, holding the damn towel. Once again, the bloody hall was empty. I entered the room; a few curses left me.
I cleaned and sat on the bed, thinking. It was good, and everything, but something was missing here. The firmness of the hand, the way she held my member, and the way she gripped and moved. I mean, she must be too pro in this, right? Or am I missing something?
I immediately called the hotel manager. He came in at my request, looking a little panicked. I was still lost in thought, trying to make up my mind about everything. It's been a long time; I enjoyed it, but there is something I am not able to put my finger on. The energy level, the way she moved around me, and the way she held back from uttering anything. Maybe I was at the receiving end; that's why, still, how can someone hold herself back, and through the entire process, she had the same grip on me?
"Take me to your server room." He was taken aback by that. "I want to check the CCTV from the time I entered the hotel, and it's urgent," I stated, not knowing why I was showing my anger at him. He immediately nodded at that and ushered me to follow him.
We were in the server room; well, I don't know whether I expected this or not. The screen went blank entirely, and the guy informed me that someone had hacked it from the time I entered the room. She is a bloody hacker too or has connections at the high-end level. I am not dealing with an ordinary girl. This is a hard game: finding her is proving more difficult than I imagined. I groaned in frustration; every fucking move is well planned and executed. I hate this.
I went back to the room and fell onto the bed with a thud. The little blissful moment was replaced just like that, and I am overwhelmed. The little bit of confidence that I had was shattered at the moment. There was a knock on the door; dinner arrived. I was too exhausted to consume anything and sleep it off.
After two days, I met the investor along with a few others, who were his partners. Once again, the same procedure was repeated for an hour. They looked convinced and were excited. With more one more appointment with them, I would tackle them fully, but that wasn't necessary as they agreed on the spot.
I immediately called my dad and shared the information; he was over the moon. I stayed for three more days to enjoy the food, to do some shopping, and to explore.
I was back in the city, excited about the achievement and to flaunt it in front of directors in the meeting. I am sure my dad has shared the news already, but I am the CEO without a leash, so yeah, I should show them Rowan could do more than they think.
I was at the cabin when Davis called. "You are back," I grunted at that. "And congratulations," I thanked him. "Why the foul mood?" "It's nothing." I immediately answered him. "Don't tell me she showed up in Italy too." I sighed at that. "By any chance, do you think this girl is Shreya?" I panicked a little at that but brushed it off. "She doesn't have the patience to play the shitty game, and she never plays around her pray." He hummed and chuckled at that. "Once again, you lost." He taunted. "Don't start now." "Well, just ask her on a date next time." I coughed at that. "I haven't had a glimpse of her, and you are suggesting I ask her on a date. You've got to be kidding me." I was bewildered at the suggestion. "Next time, beg her; it will work." I disconnected the call at that.
My mind once again went to that day. I liked it; I liked it too much, and I was in a dilemma at the thought. Does it mean that I like being in control? I thought to myself. I liked the entire thing, the overpowering, controlling her rules and her game. Made me play according to her rules, and I just did that without thinking too much. I liked it too much; this is so confusing and exciting.
I had a board meeting, so I left my cabin. I started attending the meeting without backup; that was my dad. My attendance was respected and regarded, and I received the same welcome that I deserve as a CEO. There were changes in the way directors questioned things now. I was still on the spot, held responsible for most of the things, but they were not pointing and blaming for every damn thing. I could argue openly about my decision-making; chances were given to defend myself. Totally, I was enjoying the same level of respect and dignity that I deserve.
I entered the cabin, and I huffed as my eyes were covered. In my own bloody company, audacity of her is unbelievable. I was pinned to the wall, and my hands were locked. I chuckled when she started kissing my neck, pressing harder against the wall by using her body. Oh god, is this even possible? She completely enveloped me, and I was consumed. I chuckled and sucked in a breath when she smooched and bit my neck. Davis's words started to hit me; beg her, maybe she would reveal herself. It's now or never, and I spoke before drowning in the ecstasy. "I want to see you, please." The person stopped kissing at my request, and the grip that was on my hand loosened slowly.
I was still breathing hard and was a little bit shocked when my request was granted so easily. I didn't feel the heat of the other person anymore; I was worried a little bit at that. Don't tell me she vanished once again? I quickly untied the cloth that was tied over my eyes and was stunned on the spot.