LICENTIOUS RAKE

CHAPTER 1 LICENTIOUS RAKE

WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS!

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Amadeus Knoxx sat on his swivel chair while his eyes roamed around the cold spacious room that held 12 individuals, aside from him, silently sitting on their chair each with a rather pale countenance. He swirled the champagne inside his wine glass and tapped his fingertips on top of the long and only mahogany table inside.

“Am I obliged to waste a few more seconds of my precious time just for you to come up with a reason why this happened?” he voiced, he sounded playful however, the sarcastic tone of his voice made it clear to them of his brewing anger.

They had never expected that one of the teams of a very important project would betray them and sell the information to their enemy, and now the company is at risk of losing a hundred million dollars if nobody came up with a solution ASAP.

Shivering under his scrutinizing gaze, they attempted to lessen their presence before him by arching their back and lowering their heads like poor pets being reprimanded. And yet, this action only added fuel to the fire. As a multi-billion dollar company, he would not want to see his people looking weak and useless, he deems them worthless whenever they acted unprofessional and vulnerable. Truly unbecoming of a world-class company’s employees.

“I have no use of worthless praises and meaningless oaths, I need results. By the end of the week, if no one would be smart enough to solve the problem. Then I would be expecting twelve resignation letters on my table.” he eyed them with all seriousness, completely different from the usual sarcastic and arrogant Amadeus Knoxx that everyone knew.

“Dismissed.” seeing no objections, he dismissed the meeting at once and left without a glance, he had a lot more important things to do than to dilly dally and wait for a bunch of incompetent people who did not bother investigating their workers and resulted to a huge loss.

Although a measly hundred million won’t affect him and his companies, it was still his money and he was unwilling to let people loot his goods before his eyes. If someone would be looting here, it would be him, only him.

Amadeus removed his suit and loosened his tie, unbuttoned his cuff and three buttons from his collar. He plopped onto the black satin sofa inside his office and prompted his head on top of his hand.

Suddenly, his phone rang and vibrated for a couple of seconds which interrupted the silence in his office. Amadeus fished the phone from the drawer of the coffee table and saw the caller’s ID. He licked his lips then formed them into a thin line before answering the call.

“Baby! I thought we were having dinner together, I miss you already!” a high-pitched voice that rivaled a pterodactyl's screech sounded from the phone. He cocked his brows and placed the phone on the table while it’s on a loudspeaker.

“Did you know, I saw this very beautiful dress at Celine’s and it was the perfect dress I have ever laid my eyes on.”

“Hmm, I see. Tell me more,” he uttered a reply then started undressing.

“And Ohh! A set of jade jewelry is being advertised at the mall earlier, I am thinking of getting it…” Amadeus left to bathe in his connecting room and left the call unattended, if he remembers correctly, by the time she finished talking about all the recent gossip and trends she saw, he would be done washing up.

Women are the same, they love to talk, and it was not a surprise to him that she talked about it to imply that she wants him to get it for her. Women love wealth, and he has it. As a magnanimous and kind person, it would be fine to give charity to the unfortunates.

Besides, the last thing he wants them to do is bug him, they can get whatever they want, it doesn’t matter, a measly woman’s spending won’t be able to put a dent in his Swiss bank accounts.

Once he finished, he wrapped himself in his clean white robe and walked back to his office without giving care that someone might see him like that.

“Jessica, the woman I was friends with broke up with her boyfriend after she saw him cheating on her and it was so~ dramatic.” Amadeus felt like cringing, even though he already knew that she continued blabbering her mouth for the past 15 minutes, it still made his skin crawl to witness that it’s true.

“I see” he gave his most famous perfunctory answer. They don’t need his opinion with this gossip, they just ached to talk shit about people.

“And babe, when will you pick me up?” she whined like a child thinking it sounded cute, but Amadeus found it exasperating.

“In 20 minutes, I expect you to be ready by then. Though I don’t think it would be enough for you to pamper yourself by then, why don’t you start now and I will make my way to your place,” he uttered. It always goes like this, when women talk a lot, the easiest way to shut them up is to either fuck them or shower them with money.

“You’re the best! I will be waiting! Love you!” Amadeus's face darkened after hearing her words as if a storm hit him pretty badly and twisted the weather.

His grip on his shirt tightened, forming a little crease on it. His eyes glimmered with sarcasm as he immediately removed the shirt he wore and threw it away at the trash can.

“Filthy” he uttered in a low dangerous voice before turning his back and fetching a new set of clothes.

If someone was present at the moment, they would whine at how much of a waste it was, a small crease and dents he already trashed it, but they can’t do anything about it. Amadeus would deem it as waste if he already labeled it as worthless.

He handled clothes like women, and vice versa. After pampering, he will throw it away once the 24-hour rule is up. The woman he was talking to earlier thought she was different since he forgot to break up with her a few hours ago.

It was rare for him to be seen with no woman in his arms and even rarer for them to last more than 24 hours, And like how it always has been, women would feel like they are in the clouds, high and mighty when they go over the supposed time.

After settling with a clean black turtle neck jumpers paired with jeans and limited edition sneakers from one of the international brands that he invested in. He then took a wool coat at the clothing hanger and swiftly wore it on top of his clothes before leaving his office with his private phone and the other two that he uses for business and women.

Before locking his office, he took a Rolex from the drawers and left right after.

Men and women would throw glances at him, ogling like they want to eat him. His well-proportioned body, broad shoulders, and toned 8 pack abs were visible on his jumpers, leaving suggestive marks that would tease anyone’s eyes.

Women felt their throats had gone dry but it would be a miracle for Amadeus to set their eyes on them. He may be a rake, but his woman was the top of the crop. A bunch of beauties, which makes them wonder who would be able to tame him, no one was strong enough to put a collar on his neck, and it appears that this will remain as it is forever.

Once Amadeus disappeared from their eyes, they erupted into a chatter, throwing praises and love confessions about him.

Who wouldn't want a man who had a tall stature, well-toned body, godly visuals, and wealth that could rival no one but himself? A genius man who was at the top of the pyramid. It was a pity that he held no ideas of settling down, his 24-hour women list had long been enough to make a pathway for those who fantasized about becoming one of his playmates.

Although Amadeus never had or never did, fucked his long list of women, he was a dream lover beyond that, he would pamper and give you everything, name it and it’s yours. But you can never own his heart, not even dare think about it.

The last person who climbed on his bed, almost died after he deliberately asked his men to let the dogs chase her all over his mansion and sue her right after for trespassing then banished her to some continent where she would never have a chance of returning.

After that incident, women destroyed the idea of warming his bed and settled with what he offers.

People believed he had problems with his manhood, but it was not like that, he could make women wet and make out with them but he always remained clothed or half-naked. His fingers were enough to drive women crazy more than a butt-naked man could.

They say he is small, but this famous picture of him only wearing his swimming trunks was enough to show his enormous rod hiding behind the clothes he wore.

Then it all went down to, his choice, it's not that he can't. He just won’t. It was not a secret that his deceased father had a scandal of a woman trying to tie him with a pretend baby that was never his after the so-called one-night stand in a bar which certainly did not happen because he was with his wife in another room, making Amadeus.

To put it simply, women are huge scheming figures, if he beds them, they might fool him, which is not possible. Besides, he can make them scream in pleasure even without the need to fuck them completely.

TBC

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