The deal.
Kalia.
The music was loud, just as expected for a Friday night. Dim lights reflected off polished surfaces casting shadows that danced across the dance floor.
Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and that's exactly why I was here. I heard done my research on the best night clubs in downtown New York and I got the best reviews for club Ice.
It was perfect for the type of night I was looking for, secluded away from the city life and I knew no one here would ever recognize me.
I took in my surroundings, looking for the best spot to go, when I spotted what seemed like a booth just a few metres from the bar area.
The area was surrounded by men in black and for a moment I thought it might be my father. But what would he be possibly doing here.
My father loved the boujee expensive things. And he would never be caught in Brooklyn.
I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security.
The closer I got to the booth, it became as clear as day who those men worked for.
"Jake" the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul.
His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green.
Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with.
But my qualities did not matter in this instance, I needed his help and if sucking up to him will let him help me out then that's what I was going to do.
I picked two of the tequila shots I had ordered and drank them before gathering the courage to walk up to his section.
To the world I was Kalia Kiari. The daughter of a powerful real estate magnate, a girl who had been born and bred in nothing but privilege, but I was no spoiled princess.
That's what most people didn't know.
I walked with as much confidence as I could gather, my dress red in color, that clung to my curves, seemed to shimmer under the lights as my long black hair fell in waves over my shoulders.
I had done my research well enough to know Jake loved brunettes and his favorite color was red, which is why I wore red and dyed my hair jet black.
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Jake.
I had noticed the beautiful brunette headed up to my section way before she even figured out who I was.
I had heard of Kalia Kiari, the heiress with a reputation for doing things her way. She feared no one, including her father and I respected that. It wasn't often I met someone who wasn't afraid of me, someone who would walk into my space with her chin held up high and her eyes steady.
Her courage was a turn on me.
The rumors about her turning down every man who dared approached her also proceeded her, it was time to really test that theory for myself.
Kalia stopped right in front of me, her gaze unwavering as she looked down at me. I didn't offer her a seat, but she took one anyway, right across from me.
I like her, I whispered to myself as I leaned back to study her.
"You have guts, Miss Kiari. Not many people would invite themselves into my space like this." I said with a smirk in my face, unable to hide my amusement.
"I have heard heard the stories, Mr Moretti," she replied, her voice steady and poised, "But I am not here to play games, I am here to cut a deal.my interest was piqued. This was no socialite or ordinary woman.
This was the heiress to my rival company, I nodded for her to continue.
" My father has some business interests that overlap with yours," she said choosing her words carefully, "But I am not here to talk about my father. I am here to talk about what I want."
I tilted my head forward, slightly intrigued.
"And what is it that you want Miss Kiari.?"
"I want control. I. Want to run my father's empire, but I need someone who understands the darker side of this business to guide me." she leaned in forward and took my hand in his. "I need you Mr Moretti."
The club suddenly seemed to fade into the background as we locked eyes. I saw something in her, ambition, a hunger for power that mirrored my own. She was dangerous, not in the way all my enemies were, but in a way that made me curious.
I saw potential in her, a potential that, if nurtured correctly, could benefit us both.
"You are playing a dangerous game Miss Kiari." I finally managed to say as I took a sip of my whiskey.
"I know," she said, her lips curving into a confident smile of her own. "I heard you like to play, that's why I came to you."
She knew the right words to say to me. It had been a long time since a woman made me hard just by her talk and charm, and this right here was the woman I wanted.
For a few seconds we sat in silence, accessing each other, the weight of the unspoken deal hanging in the air between us, she licked her pink lips and my dick twitched as I imagined them around it.
"Alright Miss Kiari, let's see how far you are willing to go." I said leaning back forward, accessing her, undressing her with my eyes.
Her eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and excitement. "Further than you might expect." she said, licking her lips again in that seductive way.
This girl was trouble!.
The wedding.Kalia. Most girls dream of their wedding day, the gown they will wear, saying yes to the man of their dreams. Getting their fairytale endings. But I am not like most girls. I don't believe in fairy tales and I most certainly don't belive in till love do us part. But for my father I would do anything, he had sacrificed everything for me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time, "You look so beautiful my princess." my dad said from the door. His health was taking a turn for the worse and it was starting to show in his face."Thank you dad. I wish mom was here." i said as he took me into his arms."She would have been so proud of you mia amors."We both stood there in silence for a while looking at how beautiful I looked in that dress. "You know you don't have to do this," my father started as tears freely fell down his face. "We could find another way.""There is no other way dad." i said turning around and taking his hands in mine. "I want to d
The truth. Jake. I leaned back in my leather armchair, a half empty glass of whiskey resting on the table beside me. I scanned the city skyline, reflecting on how I had risen to power over the years, through blood, through sweat and ironclad will. I was untouchable, or so I had thought. I laughed sarcastically at that. It had taken a woman to bring me to my knees, the one time I chose to trust a woman she fucked me over without a second thought. I took another sip of my whiskey, and looked at the ring on my finger. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, it was Luca. He was my right hand man. The most trusted man I had on my team. He had warned me about her the moment she approached me in the club, but I was too fascinated by the woman that dared to preposition me that I thought, he was just being overly cautious. I should have listened to him. "Boss, their is something you need to see." he said calmly as he sat across from me, with a bunch of papers in his hands. I ju
Broken TrustKalia. I stood by the large window, staring out at the sprawling city scape that glittered beneath me. The city had always been a symbol of my ambition, the place where I fought my whole adult life for my father to finally accept me as a suitable heir for his empire. But he had never really accepted me, I was no match for a boy. And a boy was all my father ever wanted. But funny how life had a weird way of working out. Now I was incharge of the company he never even wanted me to work for. I heard footsteps from the hallway, heavy footsteps I could just tell it was a man of a certain weight coming my way. And I knew exactly who it was, I had been anticipating him for the past one hour. I knew he had his men all over the city looking for me, but I knew he would eventually know where to come. "Was it all a lie?" Jake's voice was low, edged with disbelief and simmering anger. He said closing shut the door behind him, as if signaling me that I had no escape. I took a
Kalia.Few days ago. "If I did not know any better, I would say you are stalking me." i say as I see Jake approaching me."Is that such a bad thing?" he asked as he kissed me on the cheek and pulled a bar chair next to me."Well that depends." i said, placing my hand on one of his thighs.He was in a pair of khaki shorts, and a polo tshirt, perfect fit for the weekend and the weather too. With him sitting the shorts had become a little too short, and my hand was touching his are flesh and it sent tingles all over my body.He looked down at the hand placement, then back up at me and licked his lips seductively. I immediately removed my hands and pretended to look for my phone in my bag."So why did you want to see me?" I finally asked."A man can't just want to see a beautiful lady and grab some food for no reason?" he asked teasing me."He can, but seriously what's wrong." i asked curious. I had studies Jake well to know eh never took any of his women on dates publicly, not that I
Kalia.Two weeks later. Waiting by the window. It had been a few weeks now since the wedding and he was still icing me out. I knew why but I refused to accept it. There was no way I was going to live like this for the next two years. I hated how he treated me, how he made me feel and everyday I promised myself that I would not care, I would not think about him, but how could I not. I was in love with him and I could not stop even if I wanted to. I found mused craving for his attention, his touch, I even missed his voice. I looked at the watch again for the millionth time, nothing. Maybe something was wrong with my phone. I thought to myself as I walked to the kitchen. "Hey Maria," I said to the housekeeper who was busy washing utensils in the kitchen. "Has Jake called yet?" I asked her hopeful, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, I could see the pity in her eyes. She felt sorry for me. "He said he will be late." she finally said, our eyes met, and I tried to hold
Kalia.Waking up with a headache. I heard some noises that woke me up, what was going on. I tried to open my eyes and I felt a sharp pain in my head. I looked around registering the surroundings as it all came to me. He never came home. That realisation hit me even deeper than I had anticipated.I slowly sat up in my bed, the voices still going, I could now hear them clearly. It was Jake and another voice, a female voice I had never heard before. They were arguing. I put on my robe and put on some slippers and headed to the door, but before I could open the door, I heard my name being mentioned.They were arguing about me, so instead of opening the door, I stood there listening. "I told you Naima, I don't want her, I am not in love with her. But if I divorce her I will lose everything I have worked so hard for." "Then why is she still staying in this house, sleeping in my bed?" the woman fired back. I knew who Naima was, everyone that lived in this town knew who Naima was. She w
Kalia.Office confrontation. I knew this was a suicide move on my part, but I was done waiting, done giving him time. It was time we had a little chat.I put on my red bottoms and some red gloss before I picked up my pulse and headed out. As soon as I stepped on the foyer, Paul the driver was next to me. "Boss said you cannot leave the house without his permission or knowledge ma'am" he said. "Oooh did he now?" I said sarcastically as I walked towards the parked car on the driveway. Paul was following me behind, talking but I was not really listening. "Open the door Paul if you don't want to find yourself without a job in the next few seconds." He immediately opened the door and held it for me as I got in. His face was horrified, I knew he was afraid of getting into trouble with Jake. But I would not let that happen. I liked him. In Fact I wanted him to be my personal driver and confidant and I was going to make sure of that. After I was comfortably seated, he closed the door an
Kalia.Cooking dinner. "Paul, I would like to stop by the grocery store on our way home." I said as soon as I got into the car. "But someone can do that for you," he said. "No, I want to do it, I am cooking dinner tonight for my husband." I said excitedly. "Oooh," Paul said, "You sound shocked." "No, just happy for you Kalia." "Good," I said smiling, "I love cooking, you know." I said, looking out the window as we pulled out of Anderson industries. "Did you go to school for it or self taught kind of stuff?" Paul asked, "Self taught," I said calmly, "My mother taught me, she was a chef. She was really good." I had never said that to anyone. I had never really said anything about my mother to anyone for a long time. "Was, you said was." Paul said, looking at me through the mirror. "Yeah, she died when I was little." I said honestly. "I am so sorry for your loss." "Thank you." I said quickly, rubbing the tear that had just fallen. "I have never really told anyone that before.
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Jake.I had never seen Kalia look less than perfect. She always looked beautiful, even when she rushed into the office at two in the morning to handle some sort of media crisis. But in a dark navy blue gown with ruffled sleeves, a demure neckline and a back that dipped so low it ought to be illegal, she was stunning.Her hair was pinned to the side so that her curls cascaded over one shoulder, and didn’t cover any of the skin that was on display in the back of the gown. Her makeup was more dramatic than she usually wore to the office and her legs were bare, and on glorious show, the dress barely skimming her knees. And they were amazing legs.My libido kicked into gear, a reminder that I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. But business had been intense and when I hadn’t been focused on my various building projects I had been handling Maya’s big move into her new, off campus apartment. An apartment she hadn’t wanted, because she couldn’t afford it herself. But there was no way I was let
JakeI put my hand on the small of her back, on her bare skin, and I felt a small shiver go through her whole body. She was feeling every bit of the attraction I was. Strange, because I had only ever seen her in herbuttoned up professional mode for a while now, now suddenly she was unbuttoned and very, very hot. Although, she had always been hot. I had thought more thanonce about uncoiling her tightly wound hair and watching the dark curls tumble down.She shifted against me, her hip brushing my body intimately. My muscles tensed and desire roared through me, my body hardening at the accidental contact.I drew her closer, letting her feel. Letting her know exactly what she was doing to me. I didn’t hit on employees as a rule, ever. But she tempted me. And that was a new experience. Women appealed to me, and I desired them. But I had never considered them a serious temptation. If itwasn’t the right time, it was easy for me to leave my date standing on the doorstep and go home withou
KaliaI bit my lip. This side of Jake always confused me . In some ways he seemed more uncomfortable having people know anything good about him.He didn’t seem to mind the negative press that came when he dated one supermodel, then switched to an actress the next night. But he didn’t seem to want to let anyone know about his good behavior. And there was something about that that made me almost like him sometimes, and that made all the other physical things he made me feel intensify.“It’s … okay, events like this are definitely a little bit fake. It’s see and be seen. Most people are flashing their bids all over the place.” I jerked my head toward the glittering celebrities and debutantes gathered around different pieces of art, waving their bids around while they talked.“I don’t play the game,” he said. “It doesn’t appeal to me.”“You have to play the game a little bit, Jake It’s good for business.”“What’s it like for you, doing a job that’s so at odds with who you are?”The questi