Two - Bitterness

Alexandro King took a deep breath thirty minutes after he sent his secetary, Maria, away. He tried to calm himself, he reclined on his office chair.

He even shouted at Maria, he doesn't like shouting at the older woman at all. She's a good friend of his aunt.

His aunty, Aurora, the woman that practically raised him liked Maria immediately she entered the company to visit him five years ago. They became good friends and Maria had always been very good woman and secretary to him.

Sometimes, she even looked at him with motherly eyes...

His heart hardened. He's nobody's son at all.

His mother established that fact when she lost interest in taking care of him twenty years ago, she turned to alcohol and smoking. Gianna was never any body's idea of a mother. She was very bitter.

Ronald, her husband--his father--always neglected her. never being at home, smoking and drinking, even drugs.

He'll always come back home in the middle of the night; drunk, stinking of drugs slurring around. He'll end up falling asleep anywhere his head lands first.

That is, if he doesn't beat him mother first...or him.

Then, in the morning, his mother will ask him where he went to. That will always result to an abusive answer, his mother will reign insults and lastly, Ronald will end it all by pouncing on her white body and beating her to black and blue...or in her case, red and red. Again.

He snapped himself back to reality. No trip down the memory lane, buster, it'll only end badly. He cautioned himself.

Back in reality, he was faced with anger again. A child died at the orphanage. All because James, is former manager, couldn't do his work properly.

The child had a little accident while playing outdoor with the other children, she fell from a tree and landed with her chest. She wasn't bleeding or anything and because of that, they'd dismissed the matter.

By the time they found out the girl was bleeding internally and took her the orphanage hospital, she'd died.

He took a deep breath, his head pounding. He doesn't want any of those children dying. Those children who had no parents, who lived the streets...like him.

His phone rang then, pulling him outof his own thoughts. He glanced at the caller, Big boobs 3.

He left the phone to keep ringing, his hand booting his monitor back on, and went back to typing.

He doesn't want her acquaintance this evening. He doesn't even know her name, not that it's something unusual for him, because it's not.

To him, women are just a talking pussy and boobs with a pair of legs. He fûcks her, she enjoys it, he enjoys it, he pays her, she fúcks off. Period.

That was his life.

Though sometimes, he can compromise a bit. He fúcks her, she enjoys it, he enjoys her more than usual, he makes an arrangement with her, he fúcks her for a week and all through the week anything she wants is hers, she agrees, they have a deal. Period.

The reason why he always offers a week is that he knows that he'll get tired of her before the week ends, he always does.

Women love money a lot, he has the money a lot, he loves sêx just like every other guy out there, they give it to him, he pays them off.

That's his life.

He doesn't keep girlfriends, no way. He doesn't do relationship at all. He hates women too much to try.

Besides, it's still that sêx, the difference is that you'll only be getting it from one woman and they'll expect some emotional Mombo Jombo.

He doesn't do emotions. Ever.

The only woman he cares about is the woman that practically raised him, his aunty Aurora. The woman that took him in one year after his mother died and he went to jail.

Apart from her, others are a piece of pussies to him. Women also find him handsome, that one is only but a bonus compared to his wealth.

He doesn't fūcking care about what they think or how they see him...or what they think.

He got up from the office and took his suit jacket, "I'm going home, Maria. Keep me updated."

Maria nodded her head, it's a good idea. "Okay, sir."

Everyone cleared from his way as he took the elevator down the buildiing and made him way out of the lobby. He entered his vehicle at the parking lot and drove off. His mind keeps going back to that girl that died in his orphange.

He needs a distraction. Something to clear his mind with.

Keeping one hand at the steering wheel, he used the other one to pull his phone out from his pocket. It isn't hard to find the last number that called him several minutes ago.

"Hi, Sandro." she sounded so happy.

Well, she should be, considering it's been weeks he last called her. He was done with her to be exact, but he needed her expertise on a day as frustrating as this.

"Hello, bella mia." He drawled, his Italian accent standing out more than usual.

"How can I be your beauty, when you've forgotten about me. Its been so long" he could practically see her pouting at the other side of the phone.

Till today, he still can't begin to figure out the reason why every woman thinks she's special. None of them are. Just bunch of pûssies.

He rolled his eyes, "Sorry, Cara mia. Dinner at seven, you know the hotel. What do you say?" he mentally tried to remember which of the hotels he took Big ass 3 to.

Can't afford to make the mistake of taking her to the hotel he took Fine Face 4 or Big boobs 2, that'll be fuckery.

"Of course, I know the hotel, Sandro and I know that I'm not really your beloved." She laughed naughtily, "Aphrodisiac Hotels, right?" she whispered.

Dang. "Yea, right. Aphrodisiac Hotels." He almost called Erotica Hotels, thank God that the flee-brain reminded him.

"I'll meet you there at eight."

"Sounds great." He answered and hanged the call.

The rest of the drive he tried to put his mind together. He pulled over to the garage of his property, killed the engine but he didn't get out of the car. He carried his face with his hand. He wasn't feeling any better.

Even the promise of a good sêx with a better blowjob is starting to feel old to him.

Everything's getting old to him.

Everything's starting to loose its value to him. Even money.

Leaving him...Cold.