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Chapter 2

  • "Hello Kim, how are you.? What's my schedule
  • today?". He asked his secretary who walked behind him as he made his way
  • to his office.
  • "Ehmmmm, you've got an appointment with Our partners
  • from Cyprus by 9:45" she said to Denzel as she searched through her iPad.
  • "A call came from FILUX confectionery. They asked if they could meet with
  • you today to finalize the factory truce deal. You're also supposed to meet with
  • the production team by 11:20 to get acquainted with them and also address them
  • on the new production strategies. Then there's a board meeting slated for 15:00
  • which you supposed to be in attendance. Then you..." she gets cut out abruptly.
  • "That's okay Kim". Denzel said as he didn't want
  • to hear the long list of appointments lined up for him for the day. "I'm
  • gonna take the 9:40 and the 11:20 appointments then you move all other
  • appointments for another day. Tell Stan to meet me at the office now."
  • "But you know you've really got to attend the board
  • meeting. They're all kinda concerned that you ain't handling the company the
  • way it ought to be". Kim tried to make him see reasons.
  • "Kimberly, you're my secretary, at least that what I
  • pay you for. You ain't my godamn parents or my adviser so shut the hell up, get
  • out of my office and go get me Stan now".
  • She kept quiet and left the office without uttering anymore
  • words.
  • "Get me a cup of coffee on your way". He said as
  • Kim made her way out.
  • "Okay Mr. Denzel". She said, hey face not as happy
  • and enthusiastic as it was when she had entered the office earlier.
  • Denzel sat there at his desk scanning through lots of files
  • that lay on his desk unattended. He scanned through the documents one after the
  • other with an indifferent face. If there was one thing he hated most, then it
  • would be paper works. Before he took over from his dad as the CEO of CULID
  • Beverages plc; the leading brand in Milk and Beverage production. He barely
  • knew anything about the corporate world and business was more like a burden
  • than a message livelihood. He had clearly made it known to his parents that he
  • wasn't set to take over from his father but Mr. Wesley was one who doesn't take
  • 'No’ for an answer. He had a way of manipulating everything and everyone.
  • It took a lot of pressure and persuasion before Denzel could
  • drop his career as a model and a sport analyst to take over from his father.
  • "Looks like someone is already having a bad day this
  • early". Stan chuckled as he entered Denzel's office, snapping him out of
  • his thought.
  • "Shit, men, I really hate this bullshit". He said
  • with a feeling of frustration as he slams the document was holding on the desk,
  • falling on his executive chair.
  • "Come on man, it's just a document not some kind of
  • puzzle". Stan said as he stretched out his hand to grab a document
  • flipping it open to see its Contents.
  • "This is just a financial analysis for the past month,
  • it came through your desk so that you could look it and have an insight of the
  • company's Income and expenditure for the past month before sourcing your
  • signature and send to the company's database. These things ain't a hard nut to
  • crack. You know you're capable, that's why Mr. Wesley handed this company over
  • to you."
  • "Just take this whole Shit to your office and sort them
  • out. Please do this for me man, I'm definitely gonna owe you one. I've got a
  • lunch date this afternoon". Denzel said with smirk.
  • "Woah!" Stan replied with a wicked smile on his
  • face. "Who's getting laid tonight?"
  • "Well, it's just an old-time friend. She used to be my
  • classmate Way back in college. She just came into town and asked if we could do
  • lunch. I'm sure he just wants a piece of cake". He said and both guys
  • laughed out loud, shaking hands.
  • "I really don't like her though but I'm sure I'm gonna
  • like what's gonna pop up in between her legs.
  • "Damn, men you the real MVP". Stan said as he
  • stood up to salute Denzel sarcastically.
  • "Mr. Denzel, our partners from Cyprus are already
  • seated at the conference room. It's 9:50" Kim said as she opened the door
  • unexpectedly.
  • "Shit" Denzel said as his jaw dropped "I'm
  • coming". He completed
  • "Stan please take care of these documents and do your
  • thing". Denzel said
  • "Don't worry man, I gat this". Stan replied as
  • they both shake hands.
  • * * * *
  • "Please I need you back." She whispered over the
  • phone
  • "Don't be like that. You know we could never make it
  • work again." He chastised her with a sad smile, his fingers tangling in
  • his long hair as he scratched the side of his head.
  • "I could do anal again or anything you'd love to
  • try" she said, pressing further as she persuaded him. "At least once
  • a week."
  • Denzel smiled. She had actually made him an offer that was
  • just too hard for him to refuse.
  • "Don't do that." His flat voice shakes slightly.
  • "That's what cost us this relationship back in college.  How could we ever trust each other again? We
  • both deserve better. Don't say that." He said, remembering their days at
  • the college and how their relationship crumbled just within
  • "We can do this. We can make each other happy again.
  • There's so much to work through, but I can help you and you can help me. I can
  • do this for you again. I want to do this for you again. Let us try... Let us
  • try?" The last word came out as choking whisper.
  • "You deserve better..." He whispers, flashes of
  • what had happened that night kept coming to his head.
  • "Can you look out of the window?" she asked all of
  • a sudden.
  • Denzel quickly walked to the window; he met her standing by
  • her car just by his beautiful garden. He had dropped her off after their date.
  • It was supposed to be just a lunch date but they had a lot to catch up on. They
  • talked till it was late in the evening. Denzel abruptly ended the date when the
  • conversation gradually to the direction of what had happened during their
  • college days.
  • Eva really wanted him badly but Denzel wasn't sure if he
  • actually felt the same way. He knew how he loved women a lot and how he was
  • willing to f*ck anyone at any time but he felt nothing for Eva, no attraction
  • whatsoever.
  • "What are you doing here?". He asked as he kept
  • staring at her from the window.
  • "Can you please let me in, it's damn so could outside
  • here". Eva replied ending the call.
  • Denzel reluctantly opened the door for her, letting her in
  • as he throws a coat over her body when he saw her shivering.
  • "You know you are not supposed to be here?" he
  • said looking into her eyes.
  • "Maybe. But this is where I want to be. This is where
  • home is. This is where I belong." she said to him as she draws him to an
  • unexpected.  He flinched. Struggling
  • visibly, his hands slowly slipped from her shoulders and his arms wrapped
  • around her delicate body. She released his shirt and held him fiercely. He bent
  • over her slightly, enveloping her in his strong arms, squeezing her too
  • tightly, crushing her against him, with never a complaint from her.
  • "I miss you. I miss you, but this isn't a good
  • idea." He whispered into her thick, soft hair.
  • "I'll win you over. I'll show you. I'm going to find a
  • place in town. You'll see." She murmurs faintly through crushed lungs. His
  • arms let up slightly but she grips him tighter and keeps them firmly close.
  • After a moment's hesitation his grip tightens slightly again.
  • "This is a bad idea." He whispers, so quietly it
  • might have only been meant for his own ear, yet at the same time his arms
  • squeezed around her protectively.
  • Her fingers began trail down her midriff as she grasped her
  • shirt and drew it up over her head. He shifted excitedly as her supple body
  • revealed itself inch by inch. Her skin was beautiful, soft, inviting. His hands
  • clenched at his sides. She drops her shirt in the hall and cups her own breasts
  • through her bra. The swell of her curves, the way they filled her hands. They
  • looked heavy and lonely. Her hands slowly reached behind her and released the
  • catch of her bra, dropping the straps from her shoulders and letting the flimsy
  • piece of cloth drop to the floor. Her full globes bounced free of their
  • confines and her nipples tightened under his hungry gaze.
  • Before she could take them in her hands again, he crossed
  • the threshold, slamming the door behind him and backed her up against the wall.
  • He kissed her savagely, grinding his hips against her and cupping her smooth
  • flesh, palming and teasing her pert nipples. Her breath came fast as he let
  • himself go. In a frantic hurry he tore his shirt away and threw it to the
  • floor, the two of them rejoiced in the feel of skin on skin. He cupped her ass
  • in both hands and she wraps her legs around him. The two of them struggled out
  • of their heels and boots as he grinds against her, crushing her between his
  • hard body and the wall.