Guilty

My phone buzzed. Samantha has texted me, worrying about where I had been. Well, I wasn't really quite sure myself. I observed a little bit, examining my surroundings when my eyes fell onto guy laying beside me naked. It was a matter of time before the pieces came together.

Yeah! I was at the club, having very much fun and searching for my next pleasure toy for the night. This handsomeness before my eyes confirmed that I had succeeded in fulfilling last night's task.

Without making a sound, I collected my clothes from the ground and got the hell out of the bedroom. Making my way to the living room of this stranger which I had completely forgot his name. Judging by the looks of this apartment, he must be wealthy or at least be the son of a rich dad. I didn't care to find out at the time.

Fully dressed in my black elegant off shoulder  dress, I was ready to do the walk of shame and take all the critical glares that old people would give me. It is not my fault spiders have been living in there. Sex is something absolutely fucking perfect. It consists of pleasure, exercise and a way of doing therapy as you take your anger or frustration out.

Once I got out, I gasped in cold. The light breeze touching my skin causing me to shiver. Finding my car was easy due to the fact that no one seems to have the exclusive customised new Lamborghini. Black matte color with some sparkling effects on the doors. I was in love with this car. Adjusting my Louboutins for the last time, I threw myself in the front-seat.

Before starting I took a quick look to myself un the mirror. I was presentable, could have been better but whatever. I started the engine, a rush of adrenaline went through my body as I heard the car growling. With that I was ready to take off.

It was almost seven so I had more or less one hour before I had to get to the office. Driving through the vivacious roads of New York, memories of last night's steamy events awakened. The feeling of this guy lips on my skin and his dick in my pussy, well it was something I definitely wanted to feel again. It was an adequate night. He was good, knew what he was doing even though there is always space for improvement. He made me cum once which is something surprising for a guy to care about when it comes to sex. An 7/10 would be a logical grade of my experience with him.

My thoughts were disturbed by a honk of a car behind me. That dickhead, can't he see the light is still red? What does he want me to do, speed up the time? One more honk was heard when I pulled my window down and gave him my middle finger before taking off. Men just have to be impatient assholes. And they say they are better at driving. Maybe because they all ignore the red lights.

Reaching for my purse, I was in search of my phone. Having it to my hand, I dialed Lisa's number just to reassure her that I was alive and breathing, only to be send to voicemail. I left her a voicemail explaining her what happened last night and told her to call me later.

Eventually I arrived to the office. My law firm which I have worked my ass off to create. Sleepless nights burying my head into contracts, trying to find loopholes to lower the price and I finally made it as you can see. Adjusting some lipstick and fixing my hair, the doorman approached my car and opened the door for me. Stepping out I granted him a thankful look and entered the building.

My heels clutching on the marble floor. This noice made me feel powerful, that's why I always wore shoes with even the slightest of a heel and never flat. Getting on the elevator was hard for the rest of the employees given the fact that the skyscraper was hospitalising other companies too, but for me was just a pretentious smile and a flirtatious glare.  Especially now with the reputation I was holding people would gladly step out of the elevator themselves and offer me their place.

The ding noice brought me back to reality as I had been gazing iff the whole time. Our company, the headquarters were on 40th flour of the skyscraper. I had demanded that they will be on the highest floor no matter what. The headquarters were a summing up of my office, the COO and the offices of the senior partners and some board council members. It also had five conference rooms, a library and a terrace with a cafe in the back. All of it resulting in a 15$ million dollar check when the constructions finished. What can I say, I don't go for cheap.

"Good morning Mrs. Allesandro" Frederick, my second assistant in command after Samantha said while slipping my coffee into my hands. "For today, you have three appointments. First, Mr. Wilson from the pharmaceutical company Prizer we are consulting. Second, Mrs. Denver and Mr. Everson who are expecting  your legal approval for their companies merge. And lastly, a certain Mr. Valentine who has booked a first- line meeting. "

"Are the contracts for the merge printed and on my desk?" I asked without letting him breath for not even a single second.

"Yes madame"

"What about the case of the data alteration at the Ministry of Security?"

"All fixed up waiting for you in there" He caught his breath pointing to my office.

"Good Morning Mrs. Alessadro" Samantha exclaimed. Something was different about her. Her hair turned from brunette to blonde. I must day I preferred her a blonde. It matched better with her green jade eyes.

"Blonde suits you better Samantha" With that I walked into my office. I could feel her satisfaction and relief as I had approved her look.

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After the two appointments I had, it was time for the third one. The mysterious infamous Mr. Valentine was about to enter my office in less than two minutes and I knew nothing about him except his criminal record which was to my surprise clean. No arrests, no law-breaking, not even some kind of drunk-driving ticket. I was no fool as his name was connected with shady rumours I chose to ignore, at least so I can be objective.

"Mrs. Alesandro, Mr. Valentine is here" Samantha knocked on my door, catching  my attention.

"Escort him in" I demanded with a steep voice.

The man that was presented to me was by far the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. His looks referred to those of a Greek God. His body was muscular, showing off under his suit. His face was angelic, his sharp jawline, his prefect-shaped nose, his dirty blonde sleeked back back and those eyes. Those navy eyes of his. I could easily get lost into them, anyone could.

Samantha left. He didn't say a word. He just stood there for a minute examining me. When his eyes met mine, a devilish smirk appeared on his face. I responded to that with a flirtatious glance before turning back to study his file further. Seeing that I took no notice to his presence nor was affected by it, he walked over to my desk and sat on one of the leather armchairs. His eyes never left my sight. Was he trying to read me? To manipulate me? To lure me?

"So, Mr. Valentine, what brings you to my office?" Breaking the silence, unburying my head from his file, I leaned back to my chair looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I need a lawyer" He replied. His voice was demanding leaving no room for disobeying or talking back.

"For what, if you don't mind me asking?" I asked politely, trying to break the ice.

"I am in need of a legal consultant for my businesses" That put me into thinking. What businesses was he taking about, I needed to find out more.

"Well, I'm not sure I am what you're looking for.  This businesses of yours as I see in your file are in the field of leisure and entertainment. It's not my expertise, perhaps I should provide you with another-" Before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me.

"You, Miss Alessadro, are exactly what I'm looking for" He said deep starring into my eyes. 

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