WILD HEART

MASCULINO

The sky was illuminated by the stars surrounding the full moon, lightening everything below them. Even in the dark night, they were the source of guidance and light for people. Isn't it amazing, how the stars are too fond to be fearful of the sky. That's how you came into the world like a star without a name but you move across the limits and far beyond the reach to make yourself known. 

He gazed at the dark sky from the glass wall of his office building trying to find the face of a person among the stars, even if for a moment to just have a glimpse of his father smiling at him. His elegant and large office was the only room in the building filled with much light like a Christmas night, why? Thanks to being in a dark basement for eight years, he developed Nyctophobia. A phobia of darkness, it was ironic how he had dealt with darkness through his childhood and even still it wasn't letting him go but he can't stand to be in darkness or in a dark room for a long time. No one knew this but Zayem and Mir. He didn't let that phobia become his weakness, he believed that stars need darkness to shine.

The office door opened to reveal the face of Mir–who silently came near his gold and skin coloured desk. Quietly observing his boss who was releasing puff after puff of his expensive cigarette, he knew he wasn't oblivious to his presence. That man could sense things even in his sleep. 

Mir had a lot of respect for this man who was his age but a lot senior in respect. He wasn't the easiest person to deal with and work with knowing he could snap your neck within a minute but he knew too well that behind that dark personality of his was a man who needed to be discovered. The man who wasn't this stoic, the man who has a heart.

He was the man who saved him from being sold as a s*x slave in the mafia. Mir remembered the day he came to his ex Master's home, how he found about this awful trafficking business of his Master and paid to free all the slaves, sending them back to their homes except him because unlike others he had no home. He remembered being thrown onto the street with little to no clothes, starved and ready to be embraced by death when a black car stopped by him and out came Zayan Orsini in all his glory. 

His forest green eyes seemed to find something in my poor self as he ordered his bodyguard to take him in. From that day, Mir was trained to be strong, given shelter, food and everything to survive that he never thought. He worked hard to prove himself to the man who saved him from misery and in the end he was his right hand man and assistant. The only person other than Zayem and a few others who were allowed to talk to him freely.

He couldn't deny that his boss demanded to be respected and obeyed. He was extremely possessive of his things and only had affection for his little brother whom he protected with everything.

"All done for today!" Zayan spoke, dumping his cigar into the ashtray.

"Yep, all done for today boss. The Hungary shipment matter was taken care of and blueprints for new aircraft will be securely here tomorrow!" He informed.

"Good!" Zayan replied, closing his eyes and leaning back on his chair.

Since the day Zayem started college and spending more time in his studies, Zayan decided to stay in his office for extra hours working and whatnot since there wasn't much for him to do at home. Some of the days he would go to the club, releasing his frustration on women, using them to pleasure him. This was his routine work, work, repeat and f**k when in the mood. 

"Want me to arrange someone for you!" Mir asked, smirking. This was also a thing. He would ask Mir to bring a stripper or booty call to pleasure him, he would f**k them and then toss them aside. He never had s*x with a woman twice, it would always be different every time to satisfy his carnal desire, just raw f**k. The women knew this but who could say no to such an adonis.

Zayan's lip tucked upwards a bit, eyes still closed.

"No, not today!"

"Are you...sure!" Mir questioned, slightly wrinkling his brows.

"I am in the mood for the club today!" Zayan said finally, staring at him.

"Zayem is also coming back from his camping trip today. Might as well call him there!"

"You know he doesn't like that, anyway have fun!" Mir responded.

"You aren't coming!" Zayan asked, raising his thick brow. His voice was deep and powerful in tone.

"Unless you ask me to come with you. But I would prefer to go home, Ana must be waiting for me!" Mir said with a small smile, Zayan scoffed. Ana was his wife who was expecting their first child. He couldn't believe that the tough man he built here fell in love with someone. Not that she was a bad lady, instead she was all Smiles but for Zayan all women are alike hungry for money and status.

"Such a p***y!" Zayan retorted as he stood up, buttoning the last button of his navy blue coat.

"Going back home to your wife is not being p***y!" Mir replied, walking behind him as he headed out of his office.

"Being in love is a foolish thing, I hope you don't suffer!" Zayan said in a dismissive tone. Mir shook his head.

"You wouldn't say the same thing one day when you will discover what being in love is!" 

"That someday will never come Mir nor will I allow it!" Zayan replied in his signature cold tone leaving no room for argument.

Mir didn't say anything in return as they entered his private elevator but silently he prayed that his boss too will have a normal life staring at his boss who was standing poised with his stance like nothing ever could shatter him again.