Chapter 8

• Having a presence in Manhattan wasn't my plan, but investors are pushing hard to control the American market. They want a North American headquarters, not simply in London, and according to the countless market predictions they made me go through, Manhattan is the ideal location for this.
• I was initially hesitant. The idea of being an hour away from my sister annoys me because London is now my home. As you would with family, I love her, but Adriana is Adriana. Putting aside personal nonsense, it is the appropriate choice and makes perfect logic. Just a lot of labor, and not the kind that inspires me.
• "I'm Your sister called to remind you that you ought to go to that charity event because you'll be in the city next week," Exactly why I detest traveling.
• When it comes to charity events, Adriana is like an irritating five-year-old in a toy store. I'll continue to hear about it after this.anticipating receiving a call soon with instructions on what to wear, who to bring, and how much to donate. This day really is deteriorating quickly, fuck.
• "Is that it, then?" I inquire, irritated by all of this social nonsense.
• "I agree, sir."
• It will be really busy. I'd like to reserve the Waldorf penthouse suite. I raise my head from my screen. "That's it; you can go at this point."
• She quickly closes the door as she exits. I'm grateful to Kate for putting up with my haughty demeanor. She was initially employed by me as an office intern, but I soon saw she didn't leave like the other pitiful little things around here did.
• She is by far the most experienced of all the women who work for me at the age of twenty-six. Kate is a native of Manchester who recently relocated to London. I first had a lot of trouble understanding her accent and euphemisms, but after five years of residing in London, I finally got the hang of them.
• My sister claims I call her a twat too frequently, and my mother frequently remarks that my accent has altered.
• My phone starts ringing after only a short while. I pick up the phone and consider whether or not to answer while looking at the screen. I press it on my forehead in an effort to get it to stop.
• I replied in a stern voice, "Adriana."
• "Oh my God, Lex is here at last! I'm sure my mails about the charity ball reached you. Alexander Matthew Edwards, please don't hang up on me! I just have a short time to speak."
• She does not pause to breathe. Adriana is Prozac-like the Energizer Bunny. Just a few minutes, bollocks! I anticipate that this call will last for an hour at best. "I have a date for you, and I have already RSVP'd to put your name on the guest list. She is blonde just way you like them, so don't worry."
• "You'll adore Brooke, who goes by that name. Her tone has a hint of sarcasm in it, I can tell. I've therefore given you a tux. Wherever you're staying, I'll be there to pick it up for you. Oh, and we need to talk about the donation."
• "You know, I can find my own dates."
• She continues, dropping her voice, "I know, dear brother, but Brooke is wonderful, and it's been a while since you settled down."
• "You know I'm not a 'beautiful' person." She had better be in good shape.
• "A healthy bird? That means what in the world? You're a jerkoff, Lex, if by bird you mean because of the breasts. She is, nevertheless, a fit bird. I have to leave, but I'll ask Kate to give me the hotel's information. I adore you."
• ***
• "The departure time for our trip to New York is six. Thank God for first class on this typical seven-hour flight. I would never take a cattle class flight.
• Kate and I meet in the gate area. In contrast to her typical corporate attire, she is wearing tight jeans, tan knee-high boots, and a white button-up shirt. I'll admit, she's incredibly lovely, especially with her blonde hair pulled back into a bun and her brilliant blue eyes staring back at me. I wouldn't go there, though."
• The first golden rule is to never poop on your own doorstep.
• "Greetings, Mr. Edwards." She smiles slyly.
• "Kate, good morning. Are you prepared to alight?" With a nod. We take our luggage and head to the front of the queue to get on the plane.
• I settle into my chair and begin reading the New York Times. Kate is happily texting away on her phone as she responds to a text from—I'm guessing—her boyfriend. It's so simple to read women. I distract myself by reading a piece about tax evasion in the United States while doing my best to ignore her.
• The flight departs at precisely six.
• The stewardess begins delivering drinks after the seat belt signals go off once we have reached altitude.
• "Sir, good morning. What would you want to drink?" While she waits for my response, she licks her lips.
• a brunette, Interesting.
• "Please, a bourbon and coke. I didn't join the Mile-High Club until recently. Miss, I might require directions to the bathroom later.” I looked for the name tag that read "Miss Horne."
• She inquires, "And for your girlfriend?"
• Inconsiderately, Kate laughs out loud. I wait for her to quit as I keep looking at her.
• "Why is that so hilarious?"
• "I'm so damn good."
• I recognize my good loks. You may call me egotistical if you want, but I'm six feet two, I go to the gym every single day, and I'm quite wealthy. Women always approach me.
• "I apologize." She laughs while blinking a tear away. Please, just a gin and tonic.
• I grit my teeth and demand, "What makes that so funny?"
• "Well, Mr. Edwards, you're not the relationship type, is all. No, not at all."
• She pauses laughing and adopts a frightened expression as a result.
• I confess, knowing full well why I hate commitment, "I guess you're right, I don't do girlfriends or relationships."
• Thank God, there's plenty of bourbon in the glass. I down it all at once, quickly putting an end to my daydreaming mind's attempt to travel down memory lane. I cry out because I urgently need a top-off.
• "You too? I assume that you do. So why do your eyes light up whenever your phone rings?"
• "I apologize, Mr. Edwards. Jeff is my boyfriend. The time difference is making us nuts while he is visiting his parents in Australia."
• We talk more about how they met and how long they've been together. Speaking with Kate is entertaining since she always has a funny story to share and is good at keeping your interest. I don't talk to ladies very much, with the exception of my sister and mother.
• I respect Kate for knowing what she wants out of life.
• We stop talking, but the discussion on relationships has left me with a mixed feeling. I get out of bed and stretch my arms while Kate snoozes next to me. I purposefully walk past Miss Horne on the way to the bathroom.
• She gives me a short glance before following me and shutting the door to the bathroom at the back of the aircraft. The tension inside is finally released as I press her head down to my cock.