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 just nodded for him to continue. He slowly handed me the papers I had requested for a few minutes ago.
I slowly opened the brown envelope, revealing the legal papers that had just cost my company and one of my biggest investor.
As I flipped through the pages, I could feel my expression darken, my heart sunk more and more. The were the same papers I had signed a few hours ago without going through them, I had transfered half of my company to my wife, the gift that kept on giving Kalia Kiari.
That automatically made her a partner, and I saw the sworn agreement of me granting her permission to make company choices, including taking meetings with important investors.
I shaked my head, my blood boiling with anger, "There has to be something we can do." i said sliding the papers back to him.
"Luca, I can't just lose m company, i can't lose it to her." i said between gritted teeth.
"We had the documents checked, trying to find any kind of loophole, but the laws are air tight." Luca said calmly, avoiding eye contact.
"I could divorce her and then we could fight her." i said confidently.
"We looked at the marriage prenuptial agreement that you signed willingly. You can't divorce her unless she cheats on you, otherwise you pay her one million dollars if you divorce her before two years."
"Fuck!" i said standing up in anger.
"What did I ever do to her?" I asked genuinely wondering why she would do this to me.
My mind raced through our first interaction at that club, to our wedding day and to me actually signing all this documents.
I had always been careful, always. I never signed anything without reading and having my lawyer go through it too. The thought that I had been deceived, that someone had manoveured me was infuriating and ego breaking.
But more than that, it was the realization of who had actually betrayed me.
What hurt the most was that I actually genuinely liked her, in love with her even. She was nothing like the women I knew, she was smart, intelligent, beautiful, and had made it seem like she really was devoted to learning from him and taking over her father's company.
I had been captivated by her charm, and against my usual instincts, I had allowed her into my life and worse, my business
I recalled all the times she had persuaded me into signing documents, cleverly disguising them as procedural papers for her firm. She had made it seem like she was green to the business world, and I believed her showing her all my tricks, forgetting that she had gone to business school and she was the daughter of one of my biggest rivals, there was no way her father didn't teach her about the business.
But now I was no longer under her spell. I could see clearly now. It had all been a plan of manipulation to take away what was rightfully mine, and I was going to get back every penny of it.
"Where is she?" I asked Luca who was still sitted silently
"She is gone boss."
"What do you mean gone?" I asked getting even more pissed off, "she was just here a few minutes ago." i added.
"Then look for her." i demanded with anger.
"We have tried boss, but she is gone,"
I clenched my fists, the veins in my neck bulging. The betrayal was more than just a professional hit, it was a personal hit too. I had let her in and she had used it against me, used my vulnerability to get information out of me and use it to destroy me.
And now she was out there with a piece of my company.
I could feel the anger bubbling up, threatening to consume me. But I couldn't afford to lose control, not now especially.
"Find her, I don't know where you look for her but I need her alive and back here." i ordered my voice full emotion, "bring her to me."
Kalia might have used my vulnerability to get my company, but she must be stupid to think she could escape unascathered. I would find her, and when I do, she will learn why they call me "the wolf".
"Okay boss." Luca said before he excused himself and left.
I poured myself another glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass as I took a sip, my mind began to plot the next move.
Trust was a luxury I. Could no longer afford and revenge was a dish I intended to serve cold.
But first I needed to know how much damage she had done to my company.
I took another shot, glancing around, my thoughts brought me back to the ring on my finger.
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. Missed dinner. During our brief dating time, I had come to realize that Jake's favourite food was spaghetti and meatballs which is what I made for dinner. It was a quick fix meal and did not really require much effort. I set the table intimately for just the two of us with candles and some soft music. After everything was all set up, I went back upstairs. I still had an hour and some minutes to get ready. I was determined to try to get things to work, at least for the two years we were stuck together as husband and wife. I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. I had very long hair and Jake liked my hair down, it went all the way down to my waist. I put on my favourite red dress which was also his favourite, and red was his favourite colour, put on some cologne and I finally went down. He was still not home, but he had a few more minutes which I took to make sure everything was perfect. It was already eight, but still there was no sign of Jake anywhere. I took out
Kalia. Walk of shame. The Uber pulled up to the house, after dropping off Eric, my head was still killing me from the hangover. All kinds of news reporters were waiting by the main gate shouting all kinds of assumptions . I spotted Jake's Car in the driveway as I went in. Look at that, I thought to myself for once, he was the one waiting and not me. I got out of the car, my hair all riled up, barefoot carrying my shoes in my hands. I slowly walked up to the front door, in mood to handle any more noises. My head felt like it was going to explode. I opened the front door and there was Jake, furious I don't think I had ever seen him that angry he looked like he was about to cut my head off. "I knew you were a backstabbing bitch and a liar, but I had no idea you were a fucking hoe too." he said angrily, shouting yelling. "Can you please lower your voice or not speak at all."i whispered walking straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. "I will yell as loud as I want you fuck
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