Chapter 3
I'm in my office, sitting on the couch with my hot secretary grinding on my lap, when suddenly my friend and business partner bursts in without knocking.
“Damn it, Jullian!! How many times have I told you to knock before coming in?” I bellow, jumping up and trying to cover Emilie, who's adjusting her skirt.
“And I've already told you the office isn't a place for sex. Emilie, stop by HR—you're fired. How many does that make now? Three in just one month.”
Emilie leaves the room and I snap:
“Fuck off! I'm a man with needs. And you're not going to control me.”
“You're hopeless, aren't you?! That's why I never leave the hospital. I barely come here, and when I do, you've got a woman riding you.” He shakes his head.
“And you're the ultimate buzzkill. You fire them on the spot and ruin the mood.”
“Of course! This is your workplace, not a brothel! If you want to get laid, go to a club or take the secretary to your place.”
“You know damn well I don't take women there.”
“That's not my problem. All I want is for you to respect the workplace.”
“Okay, Mr. Straight-laced! I promise I'll never have sex in the company office again. Satisfied?” I roll my eyes.
“Perfect! And don't give me that look! We'll see how long this promise lasts.”
“What are you even here for, anyway? Besides interrupting me?”
“I called and you didn't answer. Since I was nearby, I decided to stop by. I want to hit a club tonight.”
“Fine by me. We'll meet at eight at the entrance. Send me the address. Now get lost—I need to find a new secretary.”
“No need. I already called Mrs. Olivia to help you until you find someone else. I'm thinking of heading to the university to get an intern. What do you think?”
“A little girl?? Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do with a kid here?”
“Work!! Which is what you're supposed to be doing.”
“Fine! I'll go along with it this time, but I get to choose. After all, you're a doctor—I'm the one who knows administration around here.”
“No problem. I'm heading out—I've got a shift to finish before eight. And behave yourself with Mrs. Olivia…” He leaves my office laughing. I glare after him and call out:
“You bastard, you'll pay for this!”
I'm a very active man, and I love good sex—hot and steamy. I'm always ready when it comes to getting laid. I left my ex-fiancée for that reason, and also because I didn't love her. She's a model and traveled too much. We didn't have much contact, so I decided to end the relationship.
We'd barely broken up when I saw her plastered on a magazine cover next to the model she'd claimed was just a friend.
The headline was revealing: “Abigail and Noah, romance rumors between the model couple.” It was obvious there was something serious between them, which made me question her sincerity throughout our relationship.
That's when I knew for certain I'd done the right thing—she'd probably been cheating on me for a while.
This didn't make me unhappy—on the contrary, I had no feelings for her and even felt relieved.
I'd always heard rumors that she was only with me because she'd soon be leaving the profession, and since I was rich, I could support her.
She's already thirty, so she won't be able to walk the runway much longer.
She had to hold onto some idiot to support her and her brother, who didn't like to work.
The one who opened my eyes, as always, was Jullian. I'd already heard the rumors, but I didn't pay much attention—I preferred to trust her. But after my friend cornered me, I decided to take action. I traveled to where she was and ended everything.
I felt much more relieved after that. She insisted I give her another chance, but I refused—I didn't want to continue. I've always been a polite man, but with a difficult personality. When I make a decision, I don't go back on it, and this one was no different.
I finished my day at the bank and headed home.
When I took over the presidency at Petrov Investments, I didn't expect my father would pass away soon after.
I'd worked with him for a few years, learning everything about being an excellent administrator, so that when he stepped away, he could enjoy himself and travel the world, as he'd always dreamed.
A month after I took over his position, my mother came up with the idea of traveling by car through several countries, and of course he agreed.
They'd start their adventure in Europe, then travel to more distant countries.
Three months after they began their adventure, a tragic accident changed everything.
A speeding truck collided head-on with their car during a reckless overtake.
My parents died instantly. The truck driver suffered serious fractures and spent months in the hospital.
After his recovery, I made sure he was held accountable and imprisoned.
Although this didn't bring my parents back, it was important to me that he wouldn't have the chance to hurt anyone else.
Today, three years have passed, but I still miss my parents deeply.
To keep my father's memory alive, I've dedicated myself body and soul to the company he founded with so much effort.
He started by lending money to friends and charging interest, but soon transformed that small operation into a successful investment firm.
Now, the company is the largest in the country, with a branch in Italy and plans to open another in Russia.
My goal is to take the company's name and my father's legacy worldwide, and I'm determined to achieve it.
When I get home, I snap back to reality.
The security guards greet me and let me in.
The mansion—bought by my parents after they made it big—is still my home.
Even though it’s one of the most expensive properties in the area, I decided to keep it for the family memories it holds.
These days, I share the house with Tereza, who started out as my nanny and is now the housekeeper, managing all the staff.
The place is so spacious that some of the employees have chosen to live here, which makes weekends livelier with their company.
After parking my car in the garage, I head inside and go straight to the kitchen to let them know I won’t be eating dinner. Then I go up to my room, where I can finally relax after a long bath.
When I’m ready, I get a message from Jullian with the club’s address. I head there with my security guards, and when I arrive, I find him waiting for me at the door. We go in together and sit at a discreet table where we can see the whole room.
We order a drink and sit down to talk. Suddenly, the music starts and the curtains open, revealing a dancer.
The girl’s beauty strikes me immediately: blonde hair falling to the middle of her back, a flowing, slightly sheer black dress that shows off her fair skin, and high heels that make her look even sexier.
She starts to move, gripping the pole that runs from ceiling to floor.
Her movements are sensual and perfectly precise.
She climbs, spins, and hangs upside down.
I’m completely mesmerized. Because of the mask, I can’t see her face, which makes me incredibly curious.
At the end of the dance, she picks one of the men from the audience.
A security guard escorts him to her, and they disappear through a door in the back.
Jullian snaps me out of my trance, saying:
“You liked her, didn’t you, you dog? I knew you’d love coming here.”
“I want that little blonde for myself, man! And I will have her!”
“Unfortunately, she’s the one who chooses who she takes inside.”
I file that away, promising myself I’ll keep coming to this club until she picks me. I want to taste her, even if it’s just once. And when I want something, I get it!!