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smirk and turns and walks
away, leaving me a dishevelled, horny, wreck.
I stare after
him until well after he is out of sight and then I slump back onto the bench.
Fuck.
7
THE GREATEST
Defeated, I
reach into my jacket pocket again and pull out my phone. It’s my lifeline to
the help I always need. We are here for each other night and day. Sometimes she
needs me, sometimes I need her. She is the only person who knows all of me and
I think I’m the only person who knows her at all. She is beautiful, inside and
out, she’s also the only girl I’d never fuck, even if I could pin her down. The
text sitting on my screen makes me laugh, even though I know the threat is
deadly serious.
‘Hang up on me again when I’m worried sick about you and you will learn
to fear your sleep!’
I contemplate
leaving her hanging, but just the comfort I get when she threatens my life in
that oh so endearing way she has, stops me from messing with her. She deserves
to know I’m okay at least.
‘I’ve slept with one eye open since the day I first laid eyes on you,
today will be no different. I’m okay, I survived. I’ll talk to you later. M x’
I put a tail
on her once, back when I was serious about bringing her in. That’s how I know
she’s beautiful, like drop dead fucking gorgeous. The photos that landed on my
desk took my breath away. I know where she calls home, though she is rarely
there, but I can at least mail her documents. She moves around a lot, she has
her own problems, trust being the biggest. But after what she went through with
the death of her family, I can’t blame her. We agreed, I would stop trying to
make her come in and she would start trusting me. We have been inseparable ever
since.
‘Glad to hear it. Call me later or be afraid!’
I’d call her
back now, but I just need to process things for a bit. So instead, I just stare
into space. Time stands still and I don’t find any answers, only more
questions. Eventually, I drag myself up and decide to walk home, instead of
waiting for my driver. I send a text asking for the car to be returned to my
apartment straight away and dismiss him for the weekend. Ignoring the rest of
my emails and messages, I head back to my apartment to collect my things.
I put my
neatly packed weekend bag in the boot of my car, It’s just my laptop and some
casual attire for the weekend, even though my idea of casual will still have my
brothers mocking. Suggestions that I may have lost my yacht, or taken a wrong
turn on the way to my polo match will start the moment I show my face. Oh how I
love the banter…that was sarcasm, just in case you were wondering.
I grin as I
head round to the driver’s door. I’m used to the rear door being held open for
me as I slide into the luxurious leather surroundings of the back seat. A bit
extravagant having a driver you might think. But have you tried to park in
London? No?
If I leave
the city, I drive myself. But unless I want to be late for everything, a driver
is the way to go. A perk of the VP’s job. Oh I do enjoy the perks, but I damn
well earn them.
As I start
her up and hear the thunder of the Supersport’s 5 litre V8 in the underground
car park, I smile and silently thank my father again for his faith in me, then
ease my perk out into city traffic.
So how did
the 25 year old fourth son, become vice president of
the family bank, you ask? Well, because I’m the greatest. Now hold on, before
you laugh, it’s in my name. Maximus. It means the greatest and I’ll be honest
with you, it suits me perfectly. I’m the fourth child of six and I’m the
special one. And no, I’m not cocky, I’m just special. Really. I work damn hard
at everything I do, how I present myself, how I treat others. It’s all
carefully considered. And I’m Vice President because I rock this job.
All my life I
have watched my father and had my eye on the prize. I’ve known this was mine
since I was a
away, leaving me a dishevelled, horny, wreck.
I stare after
him until well after he is out of sight and then I slump back onto the bench.
Fuck.
7
THE GREATEST
Defeated, I
reach into my jacket pocket again and pull out my phone. It’s my lifeline to
the help I always need. We are here for each other night and day. Sometimes she
needs me, sometimes I need her. She is the only person who knows all of me and
I think I’m the only person who knows her at all. She is beautiful, inside and
out, she’s also the only girl I’d never fuck, even if I could pin her down. The
text sitting on my screen makes me laugh, even though I know the threat is
deadly serious.
‘Hang up on me again when I’m worried sick about you and you will learn
to fear your sleep!’
I contemplate
leaving her hanging, but just the comfort I get when she threatens my life in
that oh so endearing way she has, stops me from messing with her. She deserves
to know I’m okay at least.
‘I’ve slept with one eye open since the day I first laid eyes on you,
today will be no different. I’m okay, I survived. I’ll talk to you later. M x’
I put a tail
on her once, back when I was serious about bringing her in. That’s how I know
she’s beautiful, like drop dead fucking gorgeous. The photos that landed on my
desk took my breath away. I know where she calls home, though she is rarely
there, but I can at least mail her documents. She moves around a lot, she has
her own problems, trust being the biggest. But after what she went through with
the death of her family, I can’t blame her. We agreed, I would stop trying to
make her come in and she would start trusting me. We have been inseparable ever
since.
‘Glad to hear it. Call me later or be afraid!’
I’d call her
back now, but I just need to process things for a bit. So instead, I just stare
into space. Time stands still and I don’t find any answers, only more
questions. Eventually, I drag myself up and decide to walk home, instead of
waiting for my driver. I send a text asking for the car to be returned to my
apartment straight away and dismiss him for the weekend. Ignoring the rest of
my emails and messages, I head back to my apartment to collect my things.
I put my
neatly packed weekend bag in the boot of my car, It’s just my laptop and some
casual attire for the weekend, even though my idea of casual will still have my
brothers mocking. Suggestions that I may have lost my yacht, or taken a wrong
turn on the way to my polo match will start the moment I show my face. Oh how I
love the banter…that was sarcasm, just in case you were wondering.
I grin as I
head round to the driver’s door. I’m used to the rear door being held open for
me as I slide into the luxurious leather surroundings of the back seat. A bit
extravagant having a driver you might think. But have you tried to park in
London? No?
If I leave
the city, I drive myself. But unless I want to be late for everything, a driver
is the way to go. A perk of the VP’s job. Oh I do enjoy the perks, but I damn
well earn them.
As I start
her up and hear the thunder of the Supersport’s 5 litre V8 in the underground
car park, I smile and silently thank my father again for his faith in me, then
ease my perk out into city traffic.
So how did
the 25 year old fourth son, become vice president of
the family bank, you ask? Well, because I’m the greatest. Now hold on, before
you laugh, it’s in my name. Maximus. It means the greatest and I’ll be honest
with you, it suits me perfectly. I’m the fourth child of six and I’m the
special one. And no, I’m not cocky, I’m just special. Really. I work damn hard
at everything I do, how I present myself, how I treat others. It’s all
carefully considered. And I’m Vice President because I rock this job.
All my life I
have watched my father and had my eye on the prize. I’ve known this was mine
since I was a
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