Cravings Of Enchantment

Orion's

I felt a big urge of enthrallment pulling me towards this lady. I couldn't sleep, neither think straight anymore, thinking deep into what had happened yesterday. It was unbelievable and unexpected. Well, I wasn't drunk, but I could tell that she was highly drunk as she walked up to me. Her captivating, soft lips got me numb. I couldn't resist those sexy laps and hips of hers, talk more of letting go of the passionate kiss she had given to me.

“Ooh, gosh! What's happening to me? Can't believe I was so soft towards that lady. Can't believe I fell so deep into her temptation.” I murmured to myself with a deep sigh, falling into my bed as I let out a loud yawn.

This lady wasn't just like the others. She was special. Everything about her was just so perfect from her appearance to every single thing of hers. Throughout my days of living, I had never, even for once, acted soft. But today, I felt myself craving her. Even at the moment I dropped the money on the bed, I thought she would get drawn to the huge amount, and from there, I would ask her for more sex in exchange. but no was the replies and she saw the money as nothing, if it was other women's, the would have run coming to my feet for more.  

I shifted my gaze as I stared at my phone, my hands slowly moving towards it as I pounded in thought—whether to call Rowan or not. I needed to ask him more about that lady working in my company. She looks so much like her, and I could bet that she was the same lady that ran into me the other time. 

Even though I would like to make a move with her, she's damn married. What am I even thinking? What's wrong with me? It's surprising that she didn't even hide the fact that she was married from me when she proudly said it out loud.

Finally, my hand reached out to my phone. I stood up from my bed, then walked to the window side, where I stared at the great city of Chicago from the hundredth floor where my room was. I was in one of the top five-star hotels in Chicago, and I owned it—I even owned things more expensive than that.

I stared at the beautiful lights from the city. They illuminated my face, creating a kind of enchanting beauty that made me gasp in relief. Chicago was indeed a beautiful city. I had everything I had ever wanted. I owned almost all the commercial companies that generated millions of dollars for me daily. So if it was money, then that shouldn't be a problem for me because I got it all. 

Holding my phone softly, I placed a call and moved the phone to my ear as I waited for a reply from the other end.

"Hello, sir. It's a great privilege hearing from you at this time of the night, how could I be of service sir," the voice on the phone spoke desperately, his voice slightly rising, and I could feel his nervousness and respect. 

The person on the phone was Rowan, one of the directors I had placed in one of my companies—Clinton Company, to be specific. I had somehow given him a double rank; he acted as the director and at the same time managed the company.

"I called you at this time of the night because I want to confirm something very important from you," I replied, sounding cold, my voice deep as I tried to maintain my beastly manner.

I began hearing Rowan stammer as he got scared of what was important that I wanted to confirm from him, he must be scared that he had done something wrong that might lead to consequences. 

"Sir... Sir... Ummmm, what exactly do you want to know? I will be delighted to tell you every single thing," Rowan replied with a stuttering voice. 

The time at which I had called Rowan was around two A.M., the middle of the night. 

My pounding heart couldn't allow me to rest about this lady, whose name I didn't even know. The only thing I knew about her was that I had seen her in one of my companies when she ran into me mistakingly, and Rowan introduced her to me as a worker—a low-rank staff member who worked for me.

Gripping my phone softly as I adjusted it more to my ear, I replied, "I have this lady I want you to tell me a few things about..."

I was still talking before Rowan cut in, his voice desperate.

"Yes... sir... yes... ask me anything! I know all the ladies in the company."

"Shut the hell up! Let me finish what I'm saying, or you're going to make me do what I have always prevented myself from doing," I snapped angrily before gasping, making Rowan shrink into deep silence.

I took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't know how I'm going to describe this lady to you, though, but she's kind of light-skinned. Her skin illuminated a kind of glowing gesture. She had very charming, curvy hips, and her lips were as pink as a strawberry."

The way I was describing this lady to Rowan was so accurate that, at some point, I even lost it. It was as if I was pouring my cravings out as I spoke.

"Based on my explanation, can you specify for me who exactly she is? Maybe her name or a few things about her?" I asked after describing the lady in such a precise way to Rowan.

"Sir, to be sincere, I don't know exactly who you are referring to. We have a lot of workers that possess this same category," Rowan replied, confused.