"Get the luggage ready by next noon"
The assistant nodded, running his fingers through the sheaf of papers. The dining room was lit, in beauty and style, its gold luxury glistening off every nook of the wall. Cupboards flushed with glass crockeries, vases and fresh flowers adorned the right while the left of the big-sized table was embraced in portraits
"Sir, but we have that lunch in the afternoon...after our official meet"
Realization dawned with the slip of his words. As expected, that remark wasn't quite appealed. His eyes wavered at the mention, twisting the silence into a peak of warning for the young lad, who now in his shining suit and tie, flinched. Through those sweaty brows, he looked up at his master, who now had pulled down his shades.
"Lunch isn't the appropriate word. It is a buffet, Harry"
The latter nodded vigorously, his breath gasping at the way his name had been pronounced. Only he knew how insulting it would be to hear one's name spoken, spelled from those thick lips.
That harsh tone mingled in pride and absolute manliness could scare even a lion that had consumed ten he-goats.
"I apologize, sir. The buffet it is"
He stood up. Pulling in the sides of the black Gucci coat, he smirked. Now that figure is a spellbound factor, one with which even a man would drool but Harry knew he wouldn't. Not only because he had engaged Wales but also because that trust his master had within him, needed to be maintained at all dear costs.
Now, he stood next to him, both hands buried in those rich Louis Philippe pockets, as he stared hard at his assistant, the trust he had grabbed from another well-embraced company, King Liar thirteen years back.
"So, as always, send someone in for the package."
Harry bowed in respect.
"Yes sir."
He made sure to keep an eye on his master, till the door closed behind.
Then a smirk or a giggle perhaps fell from his lips.
Just thinking how his master craved food brought forward it always.
"It is indeed a lovely afternoon"
Harry stayed on put with his good manners. Keeping all the papers inside, except for that personal diary where schedules and all-important facts went in, he opened the door for the man of the show.
Cars rich in glory and pompous splendor came shining into the pavement, but undoubtedly, the richest businessman in the city could always stay on the top. The red Ferrari of the latest edition with its open sunroof showing off that great lean body was more than enough to keep the cameras and the lively attention of every being.
However, Harry shared no part of this pomp, instead acted more like a servant than an assistant.
Out he walked, dressed in those same suit and tie, however now red and white, those matching colors Harry had said, looked bad on him. Now that wasn't new; he always did what was wrong.
The flashing cameras subsided when Harry and the two security guards outside Royal Emore gave space.
And in walked the living legend, the boy who caught every eye and melted them; Aiden Mathews.
The richest and most gorgeous.
Yet, the scariest ever.
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"Please sit down"
Aiden dragged his eyes over every chair. The one which had been marked his, stood next to the wall. Had been all fine, set up in the luxurious cushion seat but a problem. Right next to Lady Halsey; the annoying business rival of Heather Textiles and Accessories.
"I need it changed"
It wasn't a scream neither a whisper.
Just an order.
"SERVANTS!".
Now that is the shrill yet commanding voice of Mrs. Halsey, the coordinator of this 'buffet' as well as the most royal woman whose lack of love had pushed her into a business crisis a few years back.
Nevertheless, she had pulled herself back only after Aiden offered her a million dollars. That on the other hand wasn't his idea but his dads who had passed away just the day after.
But that scream she had, was not only for the pride and gratitude but also a tinge of libido she had. What was surprising was it stood strong even in her forties.
All those dignitaries seated around the dining table were rushed about and pushed, or rather forgotten about even though they represented many more productive companies and ownerships.
However, they didn't complain, even when their seats were pushed aside, or shuffled about. They remained or rather pretended to be engrossed in talks, phones, or simply silence.
Aiden remained, as the man of the show, just beside Harry, who was keenly jabbing his sweat from the queer attention.
"Sir, it is done", he uttered on seeing the beautiful seats changed now.
But his boss didn't walk forward, instead stood still like a stone, rigid and flaccid.
"Sir?"
"Give me a minute"
And around the settled table, upstairs he walked, making way straight for the bathroom.
Aiden's POV.
The white clean tiles of granite flourished the smooth floor. The marble shining off a state of love birds hanging in a corner. The fresh smell of flowers in a vase kept beside the basins; cleaned and occupied with handwashes, each of them overlooked a large white mirror capturing reflections of everything passing through the way.
Behind, many wooden doors opened to private spots, not even a sound echoing from either. Aiden looked up in confusion, whether he had been mistaken.
But just then, a toilet flushed and a door flung open.
Out she walked, just as had been envisioned a few seconds before.
Aiden stood, thunderstruck as the girl made to the basins without giving him a second glance, washing her hands.
He, however, remained staring.
"..Excuse me?", he gathered his voice.
A sudden wince. A pulling of her skirt and a silenced glance. She looked up at the glass, to see both their images standing side by side, the unfamiliar one pushing some toilet paper to her hands.
"Umm...Thank you.", she replied, grabbing it.
Aiden ran his eyes over her again.
Lean just like him. However strong for such young blood. That hipline could cut through anything.
Skin, white and pale looked anemic but as beautiful as it could embrace her perfect nose and thick blue eyes. That grown hair ran over her forehead, concealing it and its piggy tail reached up to her neck. The apron hung lifelessly over a
simple-minded figurine, while those jeans hung on, exposing those sexy legs.What was really attractive were those lips. Thick, fleshy and so red unlike its color. It when squished, made an image on Aiden, which from then on became his guilty pleasure.
"Beautiful....", his voice whispered.
The words brought her eyes, squishing hard.
"Name?"
Aiden found his voice again.
But the girl spoke no further. Instead, tried to make a run for the door.
Though it was disrespectful, he blocked her path.
In stark consternation, she said firmly,
"I do have a mouth, mister. But please don't make a scene here."
"Why would I make one?", he whispered, biting is lips over the sight of hers.
"I don't know...You look rebellious...and is actually inside the lady's bathroom now!"
Hearing that, he almost fainted in delight. This feeling not walking away.
"Then tell me, why shouldn't I make one?"
She bit her lip, turning on the rich guy.
"Umm. Because my missus really wants this to go well"
Aiden nodded approvingly.
"Have you asked her why?"
She shook her head.
He decided to let it be, but not without a favor.
"I swear I won't make a scene, fine?"
Those admirable lips lit up in a smile, one that tightened the cheeks and jaws. He almost cummed.
"But I need something in return..."
Her blue eyes glazed.
"Anything of my service, sir"
Aiden sneered.
"Come to my office tomorrow. We can have a talk. A fun one, I assure you"
A quiver ran through her figure.
The silence pitter-pattered, while a man and a woman stood, staring at each other.
One in a sudden trauma while the other in a strange fluttering.
"The soup tastes good, I hope...Aid--I mean, Mr. Aiden Mathews, I hope you are enjoying the evening here", came the wide-eyed comment and flirting of Mrs. Halsey, whose extra arrangements of seats and foods were just for imploring her man. He just nodded, taking it as a proper business talk, not because there were many other officials there but because she deserved no attention for these obstinate tries. There was always space for everyone, but a nod was enough for all whom he rejected. However, the dumb lady thought the nod gave her even more opportunities; a misunderstanding on her behalf. "About the business partnership, Mrs. Halsey, we are putting in 10 percent deal' He raised his eyebrows. Harry noticed the tension, and twisting his head down and upright, he hissed a bit and spoke politely to show he was interrupting. "Mr. Mark, 10 percent was our deal. If could proceed with anything lower, I assume the losses would only be worth the deal" The rich luxury fellow, known
The next afternoon, all schedules planned were postponed. Harry was shocked by this sudden revelation, that it took some while to settle down the deals and purchases meant for that day. About three official calls, about twenty or so dealing calls, and finally in between, to add spices, his fiancé would call to make sure he had had his breakfast or had drunk eight glasses of water. "Its just to make sure that big boss isn't making you dehydrated or anything" He laughed, keeping his head tilted so it held the phone while another limb arranged the sheaf of papers scattered in the main bedroom of his boss. "Nah! Seriously, can't trust that jerk!" "Alright, love, that's enough. I'll catch up with you later. Love you" 'Yeah, year. Love you too!" Saying so, Harry ended the call, before another string of curses on Aiden barged upon his head. Now, what specialty did this noon have was uneventful, for the lights were swished up and down with balloons, personally by the gardener,
"I said it, and it's your decision to make" She lifted the purse which had been on the table, swiped off her mouth to show she had enjoyed the morsel of sweet her taste buds had detected, and walked away, in a femme fatal style; that ramp walks kick-ass heroines made use of at the end of their confidence act or bravery show. On the other hand, Aiden felt insulted.Never in his life did he feel so defeated. And never would he ever feel so. But this was like a coin's probability. After having made ten thousand business deals, he was a major hit at this. Always playing his cards right, doing the right thing, gaining profits over losses, enjoying his own victory, devastating other hopes; he was so used to being selfish that he had never known what it meant to be stuck in an emotion like this. This was so different now. He had experienced something he had never felt before. Now, it wasn't about that woman being a chef, or her body being so cute that it could fit perfectly into his; it
Knock! Knock! "I don't wanna meet anyone, except for my mistress. Where the heck is she?" Aiden remained silent. There was no particular answer he could give at the moment. "Let her in, and I will come out. Take me back!", she screeched. Aiden left a sigh. Harry and the gardener along with the Scottie had walked in through that kinking door, standing aside, waiting for orders. "Master?" He flicked his fingers, and showed them a finger, pointing in only one direction; outside. They bowed respectfully and walked outside. The door closed behind them. Just then, a sound came from the other side of the door. "Master?!”, a smirk, “Now, rich man, are you whom they address as 'master'?" Aiden listened intently. Even her sound was as refreshing as the cool drinks. A sneer again. "That's weird. Mistress always wants herself called as 'Mom' or 'Aunt'. This itself defines you, rich guy" Rich guy...... That isn't new... In pretended frustration, he knocked vigorous
The day rose to great weather. Birds were chirruping as a competition to the cawing of those crows, and amidst all the commotion, Scottie was yapping his hunger off in barks. "Calm down, lad!", jabbered Jacob, massaging his white beard a bit as his slender veined arms took the fresh meat from the locker. The kitchen was brimming in a good delicious chicken smell, which must have disturbed Scottie's sleep earlier than usual. Well, even Harry was on his legs to get a good taste of it. "I need to say, Anna, you have got great magic in this!" She giggled. In a white apron, yellow leggings, and hidden red sash top, she was shining in a ponytail like the childish look, tending to the turkey and the chicken grilling their ways on the frying pan and oven respectively. "When will it be ready?" "In a minute!" She ran to the side drawer, to get the dressing for the salad. The ice cream made with her own hands looked as sugary as ever and completely set, while the pulses and the rice remain
My visit to Mrs. Halsey must have troubled him so much. Because when I was back, he was sitting with those legs crossed, staring at me like I had a confession to make. "Where were you?" "Just say I called to give some of your clothes..." "My clothes were back there. I had to get them" He didn't seem convinced, or maybe he did. For a fact, he was like a pigeon whom you couldn't question thoughts at. "Okay. So why two hours?" "Because you talked with your colleague chefs for a while." "I saw my friends too...They all kinda miss me.." He nodded and slipped his lips into a line, "Do you?" I met his gaze, "What?" "You miss them too?" I cleared my throat as if my ears were joking, "What if I did?" He stood up from the couch and sighed, "Too bad" My lips almost spilled those curses but thankfully, I kept it under control. He loves me? Fuck, why did I even think of such an absurdity? "Get back to work." Saying so, he strode off without another glance at me. I swallowed my ang
"Where is the exact location?" "You can't just barge in when you want. A private meeting is going on" "But Master forgot his food!" "Food isn't more important than rules" I almost spat my frustration out at him but remained silent enough in order to let the calm vibe walk in. There was no way I was destroying my image by actually fighting with a security guard. Mistakenly or as to how it should be, Mr. Aiden, the world-class man whose good qualities shined everlastingly, had forgotten his lunch bag. Being the one and only who could get it to him, here I was, in the most formal wear of mini skirts and white sleeves, wanting to meet him. "This shall be given to him" "Please let him know a piece of my mind too" I gave in, as fast as possible, just when the guard was getting a bit too excited by my dress. I almost killed him with a glare and began to walk off to the taxi driver when I heard a gate creaking open. I turned around and found Harry in blood and flesh. My blood ran throu
"Two Americanos"I simply had no idea this would be so easy. Knowing what a man he could be, intolerant and the least caring type, I was expecting him to be ignorant. But that strange knocked-out face made me think twice on whether he was pretending, but it seemed, either way, benefit able for me."You like Americano?""You?"He raised an eyebrow. I slapped my face and smiled"Sorry, sir~ Do you like Americano?"He stared at me, blankly, those words failing to come out.I smiled again and he looked elsewhere. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't in the off times, or rather let's say, the rich of the building were too busy to even grab a coffee. Apart from a woman with a dog, there was not a soul, and the waiter; a young guy got us our coffees.The fact he bent a bit to bow in front of Aiden made me exhale a bit."Why coffee?"This question seemed unexpected. I mean, when someone invited you, that is not what you ask unless and until you are planning to have the coffee in an awkward conversation