Chapter 17
The office table moved after the constant pounding that was happening within the soundproof walls. "Fuck," a woman with flaming red hair moaned. On the edge of release the prime minister pulled out.
She was left straightening her clothes to look more presentable. He sat behind his desk and watched her. An evil glint in his eyes at how his plan seemed to be working.
"It seems I always please you well Mrs Williams, " he said. She took a sit opposite him smoothening her hair. Laughter escaped her lips with no humor in it. "Well Mr Rousell for someone your age you sure can hit it pretty well. And please let us forget about formalities just call me Valentina."
The prime minister nodded in agreement. "I'm not sure though the detective would appreciate me calling his fiancee on first name basis," he jested. Her faced turned sour by the mention of her soon to be husband who she was currently cheating on with the old troll.
"There is surely a lot of things we are doing Mr prime minister. I doubt the first thing he would be concerned with is if you get the formalities right or why on earth you fucked his wife on your office table."
"Touche. This is for old time sake though Valentina. We have know each other for quite sometime even before you met with that good for nothing detective you are so in love with." The prime minister spoke with so much disgust while she watched him silently.
"If not for that man I wanted him to get rid off. I wouldn't be wasting my precious time with your ugly face," she thought. Valentina schooled her emotions and used a sickening voice to talk to the chestnut haired man whose hair showed signs of ageing with a bit greyish in it.
"Dave have you managed to keep the end of your deal? I did as you asked and had someone tail him and place the note in his car and the others in his office. The next chapter of the plan I'll be executing it by the end of the week," she said.
He put his legs on the desk taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
He took deep puffs as he digested the information she had just given him.
Patiently waiting for him she tried not to show any agitation.
"You know one thing I always liked about you.
It's how resourceful you always were Val.
It just makes me so proud. I remember the first time we met that evening about three years ago.
In the Charity gala one of my pals had hosted.
And there you were in the pretty little black dress showing your well rounded ass as you cat walked into the place like you owned it.
Back then most of my friends had already had a taste of you.
It is always the good old days that count, right. Now look at you. A respectable young woman who is almost getting married to the best detective in the country. Does he know your dirty little secrets or he knows the good and nice you?"
His words made the woman sitted opposite him to clench her teeth in anger. "What a brain you have Dave. Who would have thought that after so many years you are still upset that I didn't leave with you that night instead I left with your pal," she retorted.
He slammed his fist on the table and placed his feet back on the floor.
"How dare you bring that up!" He demanded.
She just laughed at his rise in temper knowing she had him wrapped around her finger.
"Let's cut to the chase Mister prime minister.
I don't have all night. Have you or have you not found a way to get rid of Ivan Bratan? "
"Yes I had until your good for nothing husband intercepted.
We had ambushed him downtown in the alley where the exchange was supposed to happen.
Just like we planned he came and had him at our advantage.
We were firing when the detective showed up with the cops.
Injured and bruised Ivan managed to escape," he lied.
Sniffing the lie she chose to remain quiet because she did hear Kayde saying he managed to arrest the gang downtown and there had been a shoot out but he never mentioned anything to do with Ivan Bratan.
Knowing the only way to outsmart the prime minister was to demand for proof she smiled at him.
"He escaped, he is supposed to be dead Dave.
I want him six feet under. If you can't do it I'm going to do it myself and while at it.
I may expose your dirty little secret," she threatened.
" Valentina, Valentina, Valentina always the spitfire. There is no need for you to get your hands dirty. I already have it covered. Ivan Bratan will meet his end soon and I will make sure you are there to witness it."
She stood up ensuring all her clothes were in place. "I'm leaving I'll see you soon and when I do. That man better be dead!"
"Of course. I hope I can get to feel your curves soon too," he seduced.
She walked to him on the other side of his desk and turned his chair to face her.
"Just know that I'm not your little whore I just happen to have an itch and you happen to be the perfect person to scratch it.
Know that I won't be there at your beck and call," she said.
She pulled him for a kiss allowing herself to be positioned on top of him as she sat and he slid in.
She silently moaned imagining him to be a particular blue eyed detective who she was engaged to.
Letting her imagination carry her away she continued bouncing on him.
She felt herself go tight around him as she came close to a release.
After the release she stood up not letting him continue and straightened her skirt walking out of his office. Left unsatisfied and wanting he finished himself off.