CHAPTER SIXTEEN

OLIVER

I watched as Dallas exited the art gallery, my eyes lingering on her swaying hips. I shut my eyes tight and drew a long shaky breath.

I'm in control. I'm in control.

I mengtally chanted, but the hardness I felt in my pants suggestted otherwise. I wasn't in control of myself at all. Since the moment she walked into my life I haven't been in control of myself. Every action and thoughts of mine have always been influenced by her.

I had called her up to my room when I was in the bathroom because I didn't want her to leave yet. The thought that I wouldn't see her for a whole weekend was unnerving in a strange way. I was going to come up with a random thing that would keep her for the weekend. I hadn't given it much thought that I was half naked. It wasn't the first time a girl would admire my body. Ladies would throw me flirtatious looks when they see me shirtless in the boxing ring. But it was the first time I would feel this way about a girl admiring my body. It was the first time I became this rock hard over a lady masturbating. I'm not a fan of watching people pleasure themselves.

The way her eyes had roamed me eating me alive made my cock throb slightly. I suddenly wanted her to act on the thoughts are eyes were portraying.

Then it happened, I accidentally revealed my cock to her. She rushed out of the room as if her ass was on fire. I suddenly got the urge to know what she went to do. I wanted to know what the sight of my cock did to her. I wanted to be sure I wasn't the only one going crazy having these thoughts. I threw some clothes on and went to the check the cameras through a laptop in my bedroom. I saw her in the art gallery doing--

My eyes fluttered opened. I was not going to think about what I caught her doing. I stood up and walked into the bathroom even though it wasn't quite long I took a shower. I needed another one. I wasn't going to jerk off because I was in perfect control. I stood under the shower and turned the handle to the coldest temperature. My cock was already dripping pre cum. I placed my hands on the wall and shut my eyes tight. My hand involuntarily went under me and I fisted my cock. I began moving my fist back and forth.

The image of Dallas fucking herself and screaming my name flooded my mind. Her sweet moans. Her glistening pink pussy. So tight and so pretty. Her juices sipping out of her and making a huge mess on the floor. The way she arched for me. The way the cigar holder went in and out of her. Heat swirled in my stomach, and I came within seconds. It was the fastest I have ever came in my life. Thick, hot cum painted the floor. I imagined I released my load inside her.

I took heavy breathes as I tried to calm myself. I washed up quickly and left the bathroom. I threw on some office attires. I needed to get back to work. If I focused on work, I wouldn't think about anything else. Or anyone else. I walked out of my bedroom and headed to my home office. I picked up the intercom and called for Tabitha. She came in after a few minutes.

"What time am I meeting the Castillos?"

"They will be here in an hour time sir." She said, her eyes scanning her ipad. I gave her a dismissive nod and focused my computer.

She turned to leave when I stopped.

"Do you know if Dallas is still in the house?"

Her nose formed a slight cringe before she quickly smoothened her expresssion.

"I saw her rush into the guest room she was staying a while ago, I haven't seen her since then." I was silent for a few seconds. Enough to give Tabitha a wrong idea.

"Is there something you want her to do? I can do it." She blinked at me

No Tabitha. You can't do what I want her to do. What I want is for her to sit on my cock. I was officially done.

"I need you to go her that we are having guests today and she would be attending to them. She is not allowed to leave. Tell her I would increase her paycheck, but if she leaves I will reduce it." The threat sound convincing coming from me. I just hope Tabitha delivers it with the same intensity.

"You can go."

I leaned into my chair as soon as Tabitha left. I hoped she listens and stayed. If she didn't then I had no choice than to go to her house and kidnap her. I wasn't thinking straight, but I haven't been able to think straight ever since she walked into my life.

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"Yo, my man. How have you been?" Alberto Castillo's mentally deranged son, Mason, said as he made to hug me. I moved quickly to avoid his touch and he fell face first on the floor. My burnt hand was still healing, I didn't want to have to burn my shoulders too. Thank you very much.

"Ouch! what did you do that for?" Mason winced.

"No touching." I said harshly.

"Pardon my son's manners, Mr Kang. He is not in his usual self today. He is overwhelmed with the corporate role." Alberto apologized, his voice low and full of emotions that I don't give crap about.

"Keep him in check." I growled. He nodded quickly. I used the tip of my shoe to turn Mason over.

"Do not drool on my floor. My cleaner doesn't need the extra work."

He winced slightly but rose to his feet. So he could follow orders afterall? Shocking.

"Why don't we all sit and discuss business?" Alberto said and let out a small awkward laugh.

We all walked to the dining hall. I had opted for a quiet home dinner instead of an official meeting. All the data I needed to complete the negotioation were stored in a vault in my head. All that's left is for me to bend the Castillos over and fuck them up. The only kind of fucking I do.

Alberto Castillo was one of the least palatable person I had ever encountered. A huge description of his awful character considering I don't like that much humans. His love for pussy was both his blessing and curse. A blessimng because it earned him a three billion dollars worth company, which I was currently trying to acquire. A curse because it gave him a son whose sole life purpose was keeping boutique businesses and club houses afloat.

Mason Castillo was a nightmare. Not only to his father but to the whole of New York. A lethal combination of low IQ and entitlement issues. He believes 'daddy's black card' can solve everything. Arrested several times for cases like rape or drinking and driving, but the asshole had never spent a night in prison. He had always gotten daddy to rescue him. Alberto even made him the COO of his company hoping that maybe the sense of responsibility would change his son. That was his biggest mistake that landed him into this mess he was currently in. Mason had gotten into another scandal. Mason was said to have physically assaulted an Arab royalty. It was so bad that investors starts to withdraw their investments from the Castillo's empire. Alberto needed someone to save him. That was me.

I was going to buy the company off him. Castillo's empire was a fast growing media company with a search growth of about 4800% and fifteen million active users per month. I wouldn't let a stupid scandal stop me from acquiring something of that much importance. The scandal would die down eventully. And when it does the company will be mine. I can use my influence to get investors.

"I suppose you are going to make a few changes in the management once we finalize the deal?" Alberto said.

"I'll be appointing my own team." I said, smoothening a tiny wrinkle on my shirt.

"I'll save you the awkward question. I'm not keeping you on payroll either."

Alberto took a deep sigh.

"That's not fair. You are only interested in our company because we did a good job. It's a result of our hardwork. We deserve to stay." Baby Castillo whined.

I felt an itch to withdraw my knife from my suit and throw it between his eyes. I couldn't loathe anyone more.

"If by hardwork you meant sticking your dick in every available hole, then I think you need a crash course on the definition of the word. Don't confuse luck with talent, Mason. What you have is luck. There are people far smarter than you in your line of business. You have no idea how to monetize your brand. It's pathetic. I called you here to save you from your obvious doom not to bargain with you. So you either agree with me or shut up, kid."

The caterers waltz in to serve the food.

"They said you were a cold bastard but I thought they were exaggerating it." Mason muttered under his breath.

"They didn't. Infact they lowballed it."

People forgave me for my cold attitude because I was too rich and powerful to cross. I took full advantage of the privilege with the Castillos.

I could hear footsteps approaching and I prayed that whoever it is doesn't add to my frustration. I had my hands full with Alberto and his dimwit son.

"Boss."

I could feel the sarcasm dripping in that one syllable word. Dallas. A sudden relief suddenly washed over me. She didn't leave. I raised my head and met her hard glare with one of my own. Mason's gasp broke our glaring contest. He stared at Dallas with a startled expresssion at first before his face melted into an evil grin.

"Hello there, Carlos." Mason said and grinned.

Dallas's expression shifted from indifference towards me into full blown anger directed at Mason. I had never seen such fire in her eyes. Whatever history she has with Mason, I was certain it wasn't a good one. And I was going to find out about it.