Chapter 68
Anton
There are two absolute twats heading our way, sleazy grins on their faces. Jad Touma and Henrik Hansen. I know these guys. I know them far too fucking well, from the City and from sex parties and everything else in between.
We run in the same circles, unfortunately, though I could buy and sell them both a thousand times over. They like to think they have their grimy fingers in every fucking pie in London, of the business and female varieties.
They stop in front of us. ‘Wolff,’ one of them says. His dark hair is slicked back in a ponytail, and his beard is so well groomed I’m surprised he gets any work or fucking done. I shake his hand reluctantly. ‘Touma.’
‘Hello,’ he says, turning his admittedly dazzling smile on Gen. ‘How do you do? I’m Jad, and this is my mate, Henrik.’
I look on in amusement as my girlfriend turns her legendary froideur on these poor fuckers. I’m a far bigger fan of her ice-queen act when it’s not aimed at me.
‘Genevieve,’ she says without inflection, shaking their hands with her inimitable poise. I mentally remind myself never to play poker with this woman.
She’d annihilate me.
‘Thought so,’ Hansen says, running his eyes openly down her body.
She’s mesmerising tonight. She’s the classiest, most impeccable, most stunning woman I’ve ever encountered, and I’m not surprised he’s looking.
But I’m the only man who’ll get to ravish her tonight, who’ll get to smash that pristine surface as she writhes on my cock, and these two jokers can hightail it back to their sleazy, gimmicky club.
‘Big fan of what you’ve built at Alchemy,’ Touma tells her.
Funny way of showing it, mate.
She arches an imperious eyebrow. ‘Is that a fact? I heard your tastes ran a little more… flashy than what we offer.’
Fuck, I love this woman. And I love even more that I’m the only man on the planet she lets see the carnal, wanton, unrestrained side of her. I’m surprised her icy demeanour hasn’t frozen these guys’ pencil dicks off yet.
‘It’s important to cater for all tastes, isn’t it?’ Hansen offers. ‘You two should swing by sometime and check it out.’ He winks at Gen. ‘You might surprise yourself with what floats your boat. You’d do well there.’
I take a step towards them. ‘Gen and I have no interest in getting herpes from your little experiment, thank you.’
‘C’mon, mate,’ Touma says. ‘You can do better than that. Anyway, we should get back to it. We’ve got a fucking avalanche of Alchemy members beating our door down. Right, Henrik?’
Henrik pretends to look embarrassed. ‘Afraid so.’
‘Fuck off, both of you,’ I tell them. ‘Right now, before I have you kicked out.’
‘You wish,’ Touma says.
‘I don’t have to wish,’ I say through clenched teeth. I jerk my head towards the gallery. ‘My name’s on the fucking building. Now clear off.’
They smirk at Gen and saunter off, raising hands in salute as they go.
‘What odious little turds,’ Gen comments. Her voice is even, but her jaw is tense.
‘Their behaviour tells you everything you need to know about the way they do business,’ I say. ‘They’ll implode before the year is out. Watch.’
‘Maybe.’ She takes a sip of her champagne. ‘But they’re not wrong. We’ve been haemorrhaging members this week.’
I stare at her in horror. ‘Seriously? What the fuck?’
‘Yeah.’ Her gaze is trained on their departing backs. ‘I hope to God karma comes and bites them on the arse.’