4

Gael

"There he is!" Paul, my personal advisor, says as he enters my office. His spontaneous cheerfulness makes me roll my eyes because I know he's expecting good news from my last family meeting. Being born in the golden cradle of D'Angelo brings some very, very good things: success, money, hot women and the extravagance of parties, although it has its downside too. Women always look at you as if you were a huge pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You don't have the freedom to come and go, and you have the weight of an empire on your shoulders. "So how did it go there? Are you more of a millionaire than you were yesterday, or..." I laugh sarcastically.

"You're not going to believe this, but my mom left a demand in her will. Can you believe she demanded a marriage with love and all the frills possible?"

"Holy shit!" she grumbles and pulls up a chair to sit down.  "What was she thinking?"

"She wants to punish me, simply to impose her will on me. Something she hasn't managed to do over the years while she was alive."

"And now?" I shrug.

"The bloody inheritance will be kept in a safe until I produce a fucking marriage certificate."

"Well, you have a legal relationship with Paige. Could it be that with a conversation and the imposition of some terms..."

No way! - I cut him off abruptly. - Paige has been waiting for this for months and you know how she feels about me. I need someone unlikely. Someone who accepts my terms and doesn't challenge me. I'll talk to my lawyers and ask for some terms that only give you what I propose and that's it.

"You know that's a load of shit, don't you? Gael, there isn't a woman who isn't interested in putting her hand in your pocket. And being stuck with a self-centered guy like you will cost you dearly."

"So I'll offer you what you can't refuse. An amount that will give you financial stability for a good few years."

"You're crazy, you know that? If you want, I can make a list for you."

"No. I want a woman who's really on the edge. Someone really on the ropes, so she'll accept any condition without blinking." He arches his eyebrows.

"And where do you intend to find this desperate woman?"

"I have no idea, but I'll find one!"

"Mr. D'Angelo, Miss Montréal is here to see you." My secretary says through the extension and I roll my eyes, hearing the sound of my aide's debauched laughter.

"Then I'll leave you two alone. I have a lot to do." The man gets up from his chair and walks to the door.

"Find the girl and let me know when you've found the right person for the job."

"It's up to you. I'd put Paige through the ringer. You've already eaten her!"

Look at that mouth, Paul! - I laugh. He laughs some more and leaves. The door opens again and Paige Montréal walks through. I watch as the too-tight dress draws out every detail of her slender body, every exaggeratedly delicious curve and a fatal slit that reveals her delicious left thigh. Her black hair is loose and rests on one shoulder, giving her a special lush and sexy appeal. She walks down the two steps and smiles at me, revealing her white smile in contrast to her extremely red lipstick. Like a good host, I get up from the executive chair, straighten my three-stripe suit and walk over to meet her.

"Gael, darling!" She whispers, moving in for a slow, lingering kiss that I don't return.

"What are you doing here?" I growl, ignoring her affectionate gesture.

"I've come to visit you, haven't I?"

"You know how I feel about that, don't you?"

"Come on, darling, we've been seeing each other sporadically for months, and..."

"That's because you decided to pick on me!" I cut her off.

"Don't be an asshole, darling! You make me think I'm a fickle girl and you know I love you! - My skin itches just hearing that last sentence come out of your mouth."

The fact is that I'm hanging on by a thread with Paige Montréal. Ever since I met her through her sister Anna Montréal, she just stuck with me and it got even worse when Anna was kidnapped a little over two months ago and consequently murdered for an unsuccessful ransom. Anyway, the greed for money thing. Everyone always wants a bit of it, no matter what form it takes. After that tragedy, I didn't know how to get rid of their damn feline claws. Paige knows I'm not a man of weak feelings. Love, romance, flowers, dinners, these words simply don't exist in my vocabulary, I made a point of crossing them out when I discovered that this feeling doesn't really exist, that it's all just a facade and they've just given a pretty name to promiscuity and the shameless interest of women. Paige Montréal is a beautiful lady of high society, but she doesn't deviate from the standards of the female class. Machismo on my part? No, it's called realism.

"What do you want?" I ask rudely and turn away to go to my table.

"To have lunch with you."

"No! Gael?"

"Gael?"

"No, Paige! Look, get it through your head that we're not in a relationship..." She doesn't allow me to finish the sentence because in a matter of seconds the girl throws herself into my arms, our mouths meet and the kiss leaves me without action, or should I say with too much action? Immediately her hand reaches into my pants and I feel her bold touch on my member, which immediately pulses violently inside. I'm not made of fucking iron and I simply can't stop myself from slamming her body violently against a wall of dark glass and pulling her skirt up above her waist without any delicacy. And with dexterity I release my member, pull down her panties and thrust myself into her in seconds. Paige moans instantly. The action is fast. A few sharp thrusts, my hand firmly gripping her hair, a punishing kiss and I swallow all her moans to come right away. The girl smiles satisfied and panting. Then I put her back on the floor, fix my tie and head for the office bathroom without any consideration. - I hope I got what I wanted," I mutter dismissively.

"Not exactly, but it's good for a start!" you scold naughtily.

That's what I'm talking about. Another woman would have repudiated me, at the very least scolded me and slapped my face. Paige is capable of putting up with my worst absurdities just to be near me, or my money and even a higher status. Something that takes her to the very top. What she doesn't know is that the higher she gets, the greater her fall and consequently the damage. I come back from the bathroom refreshed and ready for my day's work, but it seems that the girl hasn't understood my flirtatious message because she's still sitting on my sofa with her legs crossed and looking at me as if I were a juicy steak on a presentable plate.

"What are you still doing here?" She shrugs her shoulders and strikes a daring pose.

"I'm still not satisfied. Come on, let's get out of here, let's enjoy each other and..."

"Paige, I have to go to work!"

"No. You're a multimillionaire with the world at your feet. You don't need to be cooped up in this office all day. Come with me, please!" she insists. Damn it, I didn't want to, but she's frcing me.

"Listen here, girl, I've already fucked you like you wanted. What's missing, your paycheck? - Before your eyes, I open my wallet and take out my checkbook." How much?

"You're offending me, Gael!" She grits her teeth.

"Then don't fuck around and get out of here Paige! " She gets up from the sofa, grabs her purse and looks me hard in the eye. But then she smiles and approaches me calmly, leaving a warm kiss on my lips.

"I understand, darling. I'll see you soon."

What?

My subconscious asks in confusion. Anyway, as Paul said, she wouldn't mind signing the damn contract and getting down to business. Which isn't a bad thing, because I'd have a hot girl in my bed whenever I wanted and subjugated the way I like. However, I know that it's all just a dirty little game of yours just to get my control in your hands and have from me what I can't give you.