This side of me

The beep of the elevator alerted me of my arrival. The door swung open, and two bulky men stood guard at the entrance. The first guy walked up ahead of me and blocked my path. Not today. I can't stand these fuckers. Always trying to intimidate me.

“He's busy presently” Joe or John or whatever the hell his name says, standing taller and puffing his chest out.

See this one, I can take it out easily, his body is big, but his reflexes are slow. He moves his left foot first all the time. Ah, the things I noticed.

“That's not my problem love, I'm not here for your crap John” I take a step further until we're toe to toe” I'm seeing him now. Get out of my way. Or I will go through you.” I grit out, folding my knuckles so tight I'm sure they're white… The fucker grinned like he knows how much I hate his guts or that I was going to say that.

“It's Jax. There's no need for violence” His sick smile is still plastered to his face. I want to knock that shit out, “and I was fucking with you” He retorted calmly even though I know he didn't like me talking to him like that one bit. Well, tough shit. I genuinely don't care. I know he hates it whenever I don't get his name right. Not my problem. I'm not getting paid for his name anyway. Just to fuck with him more, I say

“Whatever. James.” I grinned mischievously. His eyes narrowed, and his smile slipped slightly, but it was back before I could blink. He didn't say anything. He turned and nodded at the man standing at the door, and he pressed the button on the side of the door. After a few minutes, the door swung open.

“See, that wasn't so hard now Josiah” I taunted. He grumbled a few expletives to himself and glared at me. Throwing him the middle finger over my shoulder, I walk to the very man who hits all the damn buttons of my self-control and nerves.

The Light is dimmed In here. The room reeked of alcohol, weed, and sex. Mason is a dick. But he's an even bigger dick when he's intoxicated. Today is just not the day to deal with this kind of shit. There are empty bottles of different kinds of wine. Expensive shit, too.

There are five different lingerie scattered around the room. “Nasty by Lil Duval, Tank, and Jacques” is blasting on the speaker, and there on the four-poster bed lies the man himself. Mason and five different women tangled up together. Ugh, one can never tell when the other person ends and when the next begins. I'll never understand how people can do threesomes or whatever they're doing right now. I don't share what's mine and that's it.

They're so busy tangled up with teeth and tongue, they didn't notice my presence. He's vulnerable like this. Walking to the far end, where I spotted the remote during my casual view. I picked it up and pressed it off. The room Is silent for a solid four seconds before the shits start to ask what's going on.

Clapping my hands together loudly, and a menacing grin plaster to my face, I head back to the bed where he's currently struggling to sit up straight. The shit can't even stand on his feet without slipping. This will be very hard. For him, of course, not me. I could always punch that handsome face he knows he has.

See Mason. He's handsome, nobody can deny that. A Daniel Perfetto kind of Handsome, sharp Jawline, curly hair, tall, muscular, tons of tattoos. I like him. If I didn't have the rules of not sleeping with the men I worked with, he's definitely on the top of my list. The things I would do to this man. Ugh.

The girls with him scowled at me and one of them pushed her long manicured nails in my direction "We are busy, beat it "I sucked in a breath and narrowed my eyes at her, I dragged my eyes from her head to her toes, taking her. Her lips are pulled back into a snarl. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her hair is like a nest for birds. She's naked with no ounce of shame. Without saying a word, I pulled the gun out of my back pocket and smirked coldly at her. They couldn't get out of bed fast enough. The sound of the door opening and closing is heard, and the deafening silence as I watch Mason let an easy smile cover his face.

“If it's not my favorite woman in the world” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively “now that they're gone, want to take their spot? “ Lifting the covers to show me what he was packing, he licked his lips slowly. Then" you did cock blocked me. I deserve this”.

My eyes racked his body, those toned muscles, and he was definitely packing. Tempting but no. Fuck a man like Mason, and he'll go all caveman shit on you. No, thank you. Besides, he's on my shit list at the moment.

“No, thank you. I'll very much appreciate it if we get down to business right away, "The fucker lips curved up like he knew that was going to be my answer. I know that he likes me. I know that he wants me. It doesn't mean I have to acknowledge it.

“Always so serious” he chuckles, and the sound reverberated through the room. He dragged his bottom lips between his teeth and a bit on it. The sight of it is so erotic. I know I said I don't want him, but it doesn't mean I can't appreciate a fine man when I see one. “You're staring. That's good” If I could give him a name right now, it would be a Cheshire cat.

“Just because I won't bounce on your dick, doesn't mean I can't appreciate a meal when it's presented to me” I didn't think his lips could spread wider, but he proved me wrong when he threw his head back and laughed a full belly laugh.

“You're hilarious Ashanti” he responded while getting up from the bed. Fully naked. Not an ounce of shame as he walked to the bathroom. “Wait for me. Or,“ His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, “Join me. I'll go easy on you”

“Fuck off" His deep laughter continues as he disappears into the bathroom. A small smile slipped on my lips.

While waiting, I pull my phone out of my pocket and send quick messages to my investigators. I've never been fortunate to see Roman's face. He's not even on the media. One would think a man as powerful as him would be plastered all over, but that's not him. He's a very private person, he knows he has so many enemies. He doesn't attend events, always sending people to stand up for him.

The sound of footsteps pulls me from my thoughts, Mason Is freshly showered. He's wearing black Jeans trousers and white underwear tucked in. His hair Is still wet from the shower, his curls are hanging in front of his face. His baby blue eyes are beautiful.

Taking the duvet bag, I throw it at his feet, he looked down at his feet and then back at me with a confused expression

“What's this?” He asked, looking Genuinely confused. When he noticed I wasn't going to answer, he bent down and zipped over the bag, dumping its contents on the floor. Hundreds of bills are scattered on the floor. He looked up at me, still confused.

“Take that money and call your men to retreat the girls they took,” I say, getting all serious. I hate to think that he's involved with such crap. His eyebrows raised into his hairline, if that's possible.

“I have no idea what you're talking about” Either he doesn't know or he's good at pretending. Grabbing the bag from the floor, I unzipped the small pockets and pull out images of a few of his men I recognized in the picture. They're at the port and young girls are looking dirty with their hands tied and gagged on their mouths as the men push them forward. And threw them on the table in front of him.

I watched his face and body for any reaction. His muscles tense, and his hands folded into fists so tight I fear they might break. He's angry, that I know for sure. But is he angry because his man was stupid to get caught by the camera, or because he's innocent?

“Either those are women who've done surgeries or those are your men” my eyes are watching his every moment, he hasn't looked at me since he looked down at the pictures. “I'm sure it's the latter. I've met them. They work for you”

“ I don't have anything to do with this” He threw the the pictures on the floor and looked up at me, I'd never seen him so angry. “They're my men, or so I thought”

“I call bullshit” His eyes narrowed at my choice of words “They follow your orders, why would they do something like this without you ordering it?” It's true. He's the boss and what he says goes. He may be saying the truth and someone is trying to pull one over him, or he's the one who ordered this.

“What do I stand to benefit from selling innocent girls?” He asked dangerously

“Money, tons of it” I fire back without missing a beat. He sighed and walked to his refrigerator and pull out a Château Che val Blanc 1947 that cost about US$305,000. He grabbed two wine glasses and filled them up.

“Whilst that's true, I did not order this.” He says while taking a drink from the glass without taking his eyes off me. “I'll investigate and get back to you”.

“You better Mason” grinning maliciously “or I wouldn't mind putting a bullet where it belongs” He threw his head back and laugh, he was never serious.

“You would love that, wouldn't you?” Walking to stand in front of me, he says” I didn't do this, give me time to investigate, and I'll deliver their head to you”

“You have seventy hours, it's either their asses or your Mason”

He knows I'm serious, I wouldn't hesitate to do what is necessary when the time comes. If there's anything I've learned to do, it's to shut my emotions out. Being stone-cold is the way.

“You're hot when you're bossy,” he says grinning mischievously “you should do that when we're in bed” his lips twitch like he's fighting a smile. Flipping him the bird, I grab the handle of the door, paused, and looked back at him

“I am bossy, and love to be in control" his eyes glinted “but I don't think a man like you can handle me” I taunted

“Why don't you shut that door, and we'll decide who can handle who” he challenges with his eyebrow raised, daring me to take the bait. I knew he would challenge me, so I turned, walked back to him, and run my tongue from the tip of his ears to the base of his throat. I lick his neck sensually. He shivers, and it's not from the cold.

Taking a step back, I looked down at his jeans. His bulge is ready to play. I grinned mischievously and turned to walk without a backward glance. His colorful expletives and strings of curses are the last thing I heard before I shut the door.

Time for business. My phone beeped in my pocket, grabbing it and seeing the message, my lips curved up into a sinister smile. Finally. Some good news.