5

Gael.

Hours later...

I enter the house to its usual silence and, after getting rid of my tie, I go to the corner bar and pour myself a generous shot of whisky. Afterwards, I approach a glass wall and observe the streets with their bright lights and the bridges that seem to wrap around the city. You can't hear anything from here, everything seems too quiet, but the chaotic traffic says otherwise. I take another sip of my drink and decide to go up to the second floor of the penthouse, and then to the master bedroom. I take a long shower, put on some comfortable clothes and call the hotel restaurant to order my dinner.

While I'm waiting, I lock myself in the office and open D'Angelo's accounting minutes. A few months ago we discovered that our chief accountant was carrying out some petty theft in the company. Of course, I demanded secrecy on the matter, because I didn't want my name in the tabloid gossip, let alone to be seen as a weak and inattentive businessman. That's exactly why Paul Lenon came in. The man works magic when it comes to good advice. Of course, this time it was very commercial and I had to pay him out of pocket. As for the little thief, he'll soon be behind bars and discredited by any company that has any intention of hiring him, no matter how small. — Senhor D’Angelo, a garota chegou! — O porteiro avisa pelo interfone.

"Right, you know what to do."

I know you'll think it's dirty of me, but believe me, it's not. I have my reasons for not dating or getting attached to any girl. Some of them I've confessed to, and others aren't worth commenting on. It's enough to know that I try to satisfy my male needs with a few luxury girls. My only requirement when hiring them is that they sign a confidentiality agreement. I pay them a lot of money at the end and I'm the boss in bed.

"I imagine you already had some idea of that. "

I turn off my computer, save some documents and leave the office just as the doorbell rings. I open the door and devour my prey, who is wearing a short, shiny black dress, low-cut at the level of her full breasts, and a few black strands escaping from her loose bun make her face look even more youthful and sexy. I don't give her a chance to say a word. Still at the door, I pull her violently by the waist, pin her body between a wall and my body and kiss her with ardor, getting rid of her clothes without any calm or delicacy, and I fuck her right there. And only then do we go to my room to continue my party.

***

"Mr. D'Angelo, Mr. Paul is here to see you!"

"Okay, send him in!" As soon as the door opens, I face my asshole advisor and arch my eyebrows suggestively at him. "What was all that about? "I ask the rascal. He simply shrugs and settles into a chair facing my desk.

"I've always wanted to hear your hot secretary announce my name" he confesses in a natural way. The idiot laughs and fixes his tie.

"Did you at least feel a little horny?" I laugh ironically, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Why did you send for me?"

"I need you to find out who she is and what she does. I want to know everything about this girl" I growl, placing a CV with a photo on the table.

"Do you think she's a likely candidate?" he asks, looking at the photo of the brunette. I lean back in my chair and stare at the black-skinned man, who gives me a speculative look.

"I have no idea, but something about her caught my eye."

"All right! I'll hire a detective and in less than twenty-four hours I'll give you all the answers you need."

"No. I want you to do it yourself."

"Come on, Gael! You know I'm a very busy man and that's not part of my job!"

"It wasn't! Start here with the company," I say, getting up and walking over to the clear glass to look out over the city.

"Holy shit, does she work here?"

"Maybe. I never saw her here until yesterday."

"That'll be easy! The HR diva should give me some good direction."

"See, I told you you were the man for the job!" I glare at him.

"No, you didn't, but I'll do it for the sake of our friendship."

"Or money, you cunt!" I grumble humorously and listen to the sound of his sonorous laughter as he heads out of the office.

"You of all people know that this is the gear that drives the world, my friend." I roll my eyes at his comment and the door finally closes, bringing silence back.

***

I learned responsibility very early on and never took advantage of the good life my parents offered me. So being called daddy's little boy was never in my plans, especially after everything happened. I sign the last document of the day, drop the pen on top of the papers, swivel my chair around and stare at the starry sky behind me. I'm stuck with the beautiful image until my computer beeps and I let out a sharp breath to see what it is. It's a message from Paul. I see it and open it immediately, finding the best news of my entire day. I smile and let out a sharp breath, picking up my cell phone and calling my lawyer.

"D'Angelo, good evening!"

"Max, I need you to draw up a confidentiality document and a contract for me."

"Now? I was just leaving the office."

"I need these documents yesterday, Max!" I say and hear the sound of his breathing.

"All right! What do you want me to put in it?" I give him the necessary instructions and as soon as I've ended the call I get through to Beatrice, the woman who makes sure I'm entertained.

"Hi, Mr. D'Angelo! What's the request for tonight?" The woman hums sensually on the other end of the line, making me let out an appreciative sigh.

"Send two of your best girls."

"Um, any special celebrations?"

"I hope so."

"And what's your preference this time?"

"I don't know. How about you surprise me, Mademoiselle Beatrice?"

"Ah, you have no idea how much I love hearing you wheeze perfect French!" She lets out an audible, sly breath.  "I wonder when we'll have a moment alone. You know I'd get you, don't you? "I crack a naughty smile at her attempt.

"Yes, I know. But we have an agreement and getting involved wouldn't be good for business."

"You're a pretentious pain in the ass and full of rules!"

"I know, and you like it!"

"Worse, I like it! Time as usual?"

"Yes. I'll look forward to my surprise!" Your laughter echoes on the other end and I end the call

I met Beatrice Rossi when I was in college, more specifically in a dance club. The girl of African descent with short, curly hair played shows that warmed lonely hearts and had the ability to bring the dead back to life, if you know what I mean. At the time, I made her an offer, which she accepted without a second thought, striking a deal that included no involvement between the two of us and a lot of profit for her.

A few months after signing a contract with me, she resigned from the nightclub and opened her own house of luxury girls with all the requirements to enter the most demanding events of high society, and that includes me. As the CEO of one of the largest management and construction companies, I need to be very well accompanied at some of these events and since a long-term love relationship is not in my plans, Beatrice is the one I turn to at these times and at others too.

"Mr. D'Angelo, is there anything else you need? " Chloe asks, appearing in my living room. I look at my wristwatch and shake my head in the negative.

"No, Chloe, you can go. I'm leaving too." The blonde smiles professionally, nods and hisses goodnight, then leaves.