6. Ghazi was Bored

Lately, my life had been so boring, nothing excited me like it used to. While I sat back on my office chair, I looked at the young man on his knees between my legs. Though the guy had one hell of a talented mouth, I feel like everything was getting too monotonous.

Groaning louder I let him fuck my cock with his mouth, his pink lips wrapped around my length, and his sultry tongue licked my precum desperately, then the leaned-looking man took it like a champ when he drinks me in. I know with my size, I might be a challenge for most men but apparently not him.

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome," he said sweetly, as he gets himself up from under me. "I'll let myself out." He said as I slipped some bill as a tip onto his back pocket, the man purred as I kissed his cheek. The discretion was needed, I don't usually have them come to my office but I have been busy and my mood was always better after a quick release. I needed it so before the meeting with the family. I was scheduled for the quarterly meeting with my uncles, and they usually bring their wives, as they had nothing better to do but drag their money-hungry claws into the family's financials.

With my parents gone, it was up to me to work with my aunts and uncles. After the day of the incident, I was appointed as the head of the family. Not that my uncles didn't want the position but my dad made sure that I was the second in line should anything happen to him. And when the day that my parents' jet went missing, dad's lawyers made sure of it.

After one year of investigation, the disappearance of the plane was still a mystery. Under the assumption that he and my mom were still alive since there were no bodies to be found, I remained to hold my dad's position within the family business. My position will remain as is for the next four years of their disappearance, afterward they will be declared legally deceased should their jet and remains not discovered.

Being one of the oldest families that handled various shady lucrative businesses across countries, the Taheri was feared amongst our competitors. Our wealth and connection spread out across countries, we were respected amongst cartels. The Taheri fly close under the government radar, so close that we have infiltrated government officials. Meaning that we have dirt on several high officials, and the information would smooth things out for our shipments or highly questionable dealings for a very off-the-charts profit.

Profits that went down the drain after I share them with dad's family. The family that I had to satisfy and kept in line if I want my life to go on its course.

"Robyn, can you get me my usual coffee order? I'm going to the meeting room now, are they here?"

"Sure thing boss! Yes, they're here, just your uncles. I'll send your coffee right in. Oh, here's the report that you wanted. And I've updated your planner on your phone and across all of your devices. Your schedule is set for the next two weeks." Robyn winked at me.

My very sweet and cheerful assistant will make me diabetic one day, though without her my work life will surely fall apart. Because Robyn is easily another division of her own, she has junior assistants under her who work like working bees, buzzing around the office, making sure everything goes smoothly across divisions.

Though most of our work can't be classified as legal, administration wise Robyn oversees everything and reports to me cause I'd like to get my hands on all of my employees. Important transactions were input on ledgers, everything in codes, and only a small number of people had the privilege of the information. The same privilege that would cost them their lives should anything get out and be traced back to them.

"Afternoon uncles, how are my beloved aunts?" I asked the second I stepped into the meeting room. It was not out of the ordinary when my aunts decided not to attend the quarterly financial board of directors meeting. Well, more like the family's BOD meeting.

Robyn entered the room after me with my coffee in her hand and the copies of quarterly reports in the other. I took my seat as she set my coffee to my front and distributed the reports to my uncles before she closed the door behind her to give us privacy.

Uncle Bijan was the first to steer the conversation to less important matters after we finished talking about their share and how the flow of income coming into their account was as expected. "Your aunts are busy meeting with prospective candidates for your future wife."

I sighed and rested back on my chair, every couple of months they'd do this. They didn't know that I'm gay, and I was not going to announce it to them either. It was a death sentence to my bank account, they will surely have a field day and will strip me of my family's name, and leave me dry.

"Uncle Bijan, I told you, I'm too busy for a wife. Don't you like your money? Do you seriously want to share that with my future wife's family?"

"That's where you're wrong, Ghazi, we will find the future wife who will strengthen our family business." Uncle Reza smirked at me, his mischievous ways were noticeable. I know exactly what he meant by that, he wanted my future bride to bring her family assets into our family, which will then be financially beneficial for them. I shook my head, deciding that I have had enough of their talk.

"As a matter of fact, my Yasmin just texted, she's waiting for you in your favorite coffee bistro place downstairs with one of the candidates. She's also there with her brother, Oscar Davenport, who's the CEO of the Davenport group. If you don't like her, at least you can get a business out of her brother." Uncle Reza looked proud of himself.

"Uncle Reza, you know I have a full schedule ahead of me."

"It's lunchtime, even a busy man like you need to eat. Come on, Bijan and I have another appointment. You can go meet them, Yasmin had her driver waiting for her. Don't make your aunt wait for you."

I shook my head knowing it'll be easier for me to go with what they want and get it over with, and I guess uncle Reza was right, at least I get to meet the CEO of Davenport group.

When I entered the agreed location, I saw aunt Yasmin. At the same time, my eyes darted to the tall guy next to my aunt. The man looked handsome, I really need to shift my attention to the woman sitting in front of my aunt. The seat next to her was empty, okay, I gotta give it to aunt Yasmin she's as sneaky as her husband.

"Ghazi, please sit down I was just telling them about you," aunt Yasmin introduced me to them, I didn't catch the woman's name though I did remember Oscar Davenport. We exchanged business cards, then I noticed that there was something in his eyes when they roamed as if he was studying me, hungrily. If I didn't know better, Oscar was gay and he was interested in me.

So when moments later I excused myself to the men's room, he startled me when he followed me.

"What are your plans with my sister?" Oscar asked blatantly.

"Um...nothing yet?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Do you not want her to get to know me better?"

"Oh, no... I mean,"

That's when I saw it, he was blushing, and the CEO of Davenport group was looking at me like he wanted me, badly. The man looked hot and flustered, he made me want him too. Feeling confident with my assessment I locked the door behind me and his eyes stared at me like I was crazy.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Oscar," I stepped closer, trapping him to the marble sink giving only inches between us. "Are you jealous?"

"N-no, I'm straight,"

"Uh-huh, so am I," I stepped closer until his ass was pressed against the sink and slipped my thigh between his legs, and casually rest my hands on the edge of the sink trapping him with my body.

"If I kiss you, will you let me, Oscar?" I whispered in his ear while lazily tracing my lips almost touching his cheek as I inhaled the smell of expensive cologne on his neck. "You smell nice," the man didn't move an inch, but he also didn't push me back so I stepped closer and eliminated our distance when my leg rubbed him intimately and Oscar followed my lead and hump my thigh, then the man shuddered. Knowing that he was not shoving my body away from him I pressed my lips to his. A soft, gentle kiss while my hand moves to hold his waist.

"I'm straight," he pulled back briefly, with a heavy breath.

"Ssh..." My hand cupped his cheek and I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue, and tasting him deeper the second he moaned and almost whimpered.

"Your place or mine?" I bite his ear lobe when my hand moves between us and cupped his erection.

"Y-yours, fuck..."

"I'll text you my address, Oscar, listen to me," I grabbed his jaw and made him focus on my words.

Damn, the man was too hot for his own good.

"I'll get back to our table, but you are going to text your sister telling her that you have an emergency. Then you go to my apartment building, wait for me in basement one parking lot and wait for my call."

I made my point when I unzipped his tailor-fitted pants and kissed his lips again. This time I stroke his length and the gorgeous man mewled under my touch. I made sure that he was needy and horny when I abruptly left him after zipping his pants back up.

He spilled his private number and I texted him my address, then left him in the bathroom before I went back to our table.

"Sorry it took longer, I had to take a call. And I apologized, but I have an urgent meeting to attend. It was nice meeting you Ms. Davenport, aunt Yasmin, thank you for the lovely afternoon."

I didn't take another look at my aunt Yasmin and Davenport's sister while I settled the bill with the cashier. I wanted to get out of there soonest, knowing I had a more enticing Davenport ready and willing for an afternoon rendezvous.

Shit, need to call Robyn to clear my schedule.