03 — Noah Foster
“Lately I've been so tired
To wait for you
To say that there is no problem”
Let me be myself — 3 Doors Down
— J., if you want, you can take the night off, I'll come back with the security guards who are with us — I say as soon as we arrive in front of the agreed place.
The man watches me, somewhat incredulously, as if he had difficulty understanding what I just said, and at that moment I realize that I never gave him a break, and he never asked for one. Obviously, the entire team has their schedules, as well as their time off on the scale, however, James is always on call, he must certainly love what he does, but now I question things that didn't even cross my mind before, such as for example: do you have a family or a girlfriend?
I don't know anything about my own personal security guard's private life. This is strange to say the least, not to mention remiss.
— Sir, thank you for offering, but I don't need time off and before you ask, I don't have a family, so working helps me occupy my mind.
I know he's good at what he does, but guessing what I'm thinking is new. The guy must read minds, at the very least.
— Ok, you can go around, I'll let you know when it's time to go — I reply, saying goodbye.
And just like that, he evaporates, yet I know he's keeping an eye on the entire perimeter, as usual. My father never gave up on our security, both because of his career and because the company is one of the most successful in the industry, in addition to there being some matters from my past that have not yet been finalized, much less forgotten.
I observe Gael at the counter, talking to John — the bar owner —, certainly checking if there are new drinks or giving some absurd idea for the place, after all, he's already thought of strippers.
John is a nice guy, always happy with life, he has a very quiet bar, that's why we like it here.
— Hey, asshole! — I say, sitting next to Gael. — Why didn't you wait for me?
— Hi, for you too, I haven’t seen you in a long time — he says, with a straight face, he’s testing me today and it’s no small feat.
Holy shit!
— Hey, John — greetings. — Serve me a beer and then explain to me how in good conscience I can call this guy here my friend. His poker face isn't in the comic! — I comment.
— For now, Noah! — Then he returns with the drink and continues: — Answering, I believe he was found on a drunken night and that you and the soldier were over the alcohol limit in your head. In fact, not just you, but this one too. — Points to Gael. — And so three drunken alpha males became inseparable. — Laugh.
Like a flash, I remember exactly that night. Beni was the only friend I had, until now, he already knew everything I had been through, because the others, who appeared shortly after, only knew the summarized version, that is, the tip of the iceberg. On that specific day, I was exhausted and decided to sleep earlier, but to no avail, as the nightmares returned with force, something that hadn't happened for many years. I woke up in total despair, my father had gone sailing and I didn't want to disturb his rest with something stupid.
By luck, or by fate, I don't know, Beni called me a few minutes later. I had arrived the day before, after being discharged from the army for a few days and wanted to go out drinking, literally drown my sorrows, which resulted in my first drunk, because I went beyond what was acceptable that night.
I remember Gael, alone at a table, in a state as deplorable as us or even worse. And it was through an alcoholic tragedy that we formed a great friendship, memorable moments in the history of House Beer.
— Hey, idiots! John, see me as usual. — Erik arrives excited, certainly, already having something planned for the night.
— Speak, Erik, how was the trip? I ask.
— Same as always, contracts, women, business and more women, but now, here I am, beautiful and available for both of you! — He opens his arms as if it were an honor to have his “humble” presence.
— Oh, you fucker, get out! — Gael says between laughs. — Tell me you thought of something for us to continue the night, because our day at the company was tense.
— Don't tell me, I don't think I've ever had so much to think about as I do today — I say, toasting them. — We want to be badass, but the gray hairs are coming…
— We don't want to, Noah! We are badass! — He arches his eyebrow ironically. — Now, tell me, what the hell is this time? — Erik questions.
He is a womanizer and joker, but on the other hand, he is a great observer and usually notices things that we don't see immediately. He is always willing to put his business aside to help in any way possible.
I tell him briefly, after all, we have no proof of what was said, either by my father or by the person who informed Gael, however, we know that there is a lot to be discovered.
— What’s the name of the company again? — he asks, after listening to our report.
— Rowedder Construction — respond.
I don't know why, but I get a weird feeling every time I hear that last name.
— Dude, they are customers of Hickmann Bank’s, in fact, the previous owner, according to my father, was a fair and very honest man. — He pauses, as if he was coming up with some idea and I honestly start to fear. If there's anyone who lives in trouble, it's him.
— Just say what you’re thinking — Gael says exactly what I was about to say.
— I remembered now, we received an invitation from them. It looks like the company's heiress will have a graduation party, but basically, it will be a party for that man to show off and close contracts. I didn't think about going, but if you need me, I can take a companion.
— When my father mentioned it, I thought it was a child — I digress.
— From what little I know, the girl must be around twenty—five years old and was raised at home after her father's death. She attended higher education, but was always surrounded by security guards, she was never seen around, unless it was with her mother. He must be antisocial, who knows? — He shakes his shoulders, thinking it's normal.
I order another drink and start to think that, perhaps, there is something that doesn't fit with this story, more than what Erik described.
Appearances can camouflage great suffering.
— I'll go with you to this event. Who knows, I might be able to find out more about the man who makes my father act so cautiously... — comment, taking another sip.
— Just admit that you're curious to know who the mysterious girl is, Noah — Erik says.
— Don't get excited, Noah, she must be a spoiled nerd, who has everything at her feet — Gael says, with a certain resentment.
— Gael, do you want to go too? I can easily get another invitation.
— No really, I'm going to find a hot girl to bury me deep inside, instead of being in the middle of a bunch of stuck—up people — he replies, making a face.
Inevitably we burst into laughter. Gael Novak is the top one when it comes to bon vivant. Not that we don't enjoy life as much as he does, but this one definitely wins when it comes to bitching.
He can't spend a night alone, but the day he finally falls for a woman, the fall will be epic.
— So, agreed, Noah — Erik continues. — The party will be on Saturday, as far as I remember, I'll confirm that tomorrow. We'll go together, unless you want to take a companion, in fact, about the last one I saw with you, what kind of ass was that?!
— I don't even like to remember, the girl called me twenty—four hours in a row, you can't have a night of sex without commitment anymore. — I shake my head. — Her ass was really delicious, but that's it.
— Oh, are you going to say she didn’t get the job done? — Erik questions.
— She wanted love and you know, better than anyone, that I'm not like that, I just fuck and that's it.
Until that blue left me alone, I would never know the meaning of that expression “love”. — I think.
— Speaking of which, I need to relieve myself. Did you see those little bodies over there? — Points to a table in a corner of the bar.
— I already sent a drink, while you philosophized about the love ass. — Gael always goes out with one of those and if I didn't know him so well, I'd say he's a teenager who only thinks about partying.
At the same moment, I look away at the beautiful women. Yes, it looks like the night will be long and fruitful…
I know it's almost impossible, but I repeat it like a mantra so they don't recognize me, I don't like it when they start acting in a futile way, believing that an heir needs to have someone, in this case a trophy wife, which is what these girls usually look for, a easy life, however, I'm not like that, and they generally look first at the wallet and then at the person, so I avoid commitments and consequently future headaches. One night and nothing more, that's my motto, if it's good, I repeat it occasionally, but without involving any feelings.
It doesn't take long before a brunette with full lips approaches. My thoughts involving that mouth already make my dick give a signal.
Damn, she knows how to use that mouth!
— Hi boys! We came to thank you for the drinks. — I keep watching the brunette, who doesn't leave my side. — Can we join you?
My friends are already with the other two, I smile and nod my head. I don't like talking to people who don't know me, I don't feel confident, so dialogue is what she will least expect from me.
I wrap my arms around her waist, leaving her very close and with her back against my chest, the naughty girl is still wiggling.
— Stay right here, quiet, I'm just going to make a call and we'll continue the night somewhere else, I hope you're prepared — I whisper in her ear, giving her earlobe a light bite and she nods her head in agreement.
I call James, asking him to leave the car and security guards ready and tell him that we will go straight to the flat that I use for nights out. As soon as I hang up, I pay the bill, say goodbye to John and the guys and place my hand on the brunette's back, indicating the way out.
Apparently, that's exactly what she wants. I hope so…
— Where are we going, Noah?
— I don't remember telling you my name and, to answer your question, my house is the last place you'll want to visit tonight — I reply.
At least it was Gael and that big mouth of his, who, as always, makes a point of sharing our complete file.
— I heard your friends commenting — she speaks in a soft voice, clarifying my doubts.
I don't answer anything, I follow her straight to the car, where James and the security guards are already waiting for us, but I decide to change tonight's destination. The girl has already asked about my house and I'm not even going to take her to the flat. Discreetly, I sent a message to J. to let him know that we're going to a hotel, even though I don't have some of the toys that I like to use on my partners.
The brunette with the full lips remains silent, I mentally thank her for that. I don't really like talking, but I'm also not an uneducated asshole.
We arrive at one of the Foster hotels in a few minutes, I hand the keys to James, who already knows what to do, and head to reception.
— Good evening, I need the Foster suite access card — I inform the receptionist, who turns pale as if she had seen a ghost.
I really think I need to visit family hotels more.
— Yes, sir, one minute — he replies, exuding nervousness. — Here it is. — Give me the magnetic card. — Would you like to order room service?
— It's not necessary, I'll call anything — I say politely.
She certainly knows who I am, but my companion doesn't need to know, or rather, confirm her suspicion.
We head towards the elevator, which gives direct access to the suite specially designed for my father and my private use, when necessary. We enter the metal box, I pass the identification card, it starts to rise and at that exact moment the brunette tries to kiss me, but I turn her back, pressing her against the mirror, rubbing my erection against her ass. She rubs herself shamelessly, with her eyes closed and biting her lower lip, stirring me up even more.
How fucking horny!
I at least hope you have a good whiskey available, as the night will be filled with lots of sex.
As soon as we arrive at our floor, the doors open inside the suite and I notice the beautiful brunette being dazzled by the luxury in front of her, I can feel her inflated ego from afar, my instinct was prepared for this, knowing when interest speaks louder , however, at the moment I don't care, my only interest here is to fuck her until exhaustion.
I will never be able to open up to another person while I am still dominated by that blue. Night after night, one woman after another and all I want is to find that look again.
— Noah, is everything okay? — I look at my companion, who is now only wearing lingerie and I can't deny it, she has a wonderful body.
— Perfectly, lie down and wait for me, I'll be right back — I order in a firm tone of voice.
I have my own way of dealing with fucking, however I'm not a domineering person as people have suggested, I just don't like unnecessary touching or kissing.
The brunette goes to the bed and does as ordered. I go to the closet, where I should find everything I need for our night. I take the blindfold and some ties, that will do. When I return to the room, she looks at me with an incredulous face, observing what I have in my hands, but completely surrendering, just the way I like it. I walk to the bed and say:
— I'm going to blindfold you and leave you open for me. — I'm going to get closer to the neck, close to your ear. — You will only feel and moan deliciously, understand?
She doesn't say anything, just nods, giving me the confirmation I need to tie her up and finally satisfy my lust.
Let the games begin.