MORE EMERGENCIES
1689 Words
CARLOS
"Follow me." The hot chick who has been flirting with me since I arrived an hour ago whispered in my ear. Her voluptuous breasts presses on my arm, her plump lips caress my ear, and her fingers rub my n****e.
It's still early in the evening, but as usual, the club is crowded with people already. The place boom with fast-paced, repetitive electronic music and light shows as the DJ remixes the best R&B and Hip-hop hits of the 2000s. The smell of sweat, perfume, and alcohol mingle in the air as the crowd grow bigger. Bodies easily touch each other, as there isn't enough room to move.
I take a shot of my tequila in one gulp and follow the chick. I'm slightly drunk, but what the heck? I'm young and enjoying my life.
"Where are you going?" My bodyguard, Abel, stops me. "We have to go. You have that dinner interview this evening!" He emphasizes.
"For f**k's sake, Abel, I'm not interested in having a boring dinner with a spinster librarian. Come on and get, out of my way!"
"But sir, you have to go. Calvin says it's your final chance!" Abel insists.
My lips press together tightly. Dammit. My parents have been threatening to remove me as heir to the Leonards fortune for months, and my mom thinks an interview with a popular blogger would be the perfect way to reform my image. I can't think of anything more boring, but I'm so close to becoming CEO. I can't let it slip through my grasp.
"In fifteen minutes, Abel. Okay?" I concede, raising a hand in front of him. A sign for him to shut up and leave me alone until then.
The next thing I know, I'm inside the restroom, and the chick is giving me a blow job. I grasp her head as I shove myself deeper into her throat, faster and harder, until I jerk and ejaculate inside her mouth.
"Good girl." I rub her cheek as she swallows all my juices, nice and good.
She then licks her lips. "Delicious."
I leave the restroom, promptly forgetting the chick.
Abel is waiting for me outside the restroom. He nods when he sees me. "Let's go?"
"Just a sec. Dennison arrived; I'll just say hi and have a shot."
"But sir, you'll be late for your engagement. You know what will happen if you don't make it to that dinner interview!"
"I'll be there on the dot. Stop being a spoilsport. I'm not even worried." I tap his back. "Five more minutes, then we can go to that interview, okay?"
"Okay, boss." Abel's lips twist in dissatisfaction, but he doesn't argue as he follows me deeper into the club. Nobody ever dares to argue with me.
Abel Francis is single and in his early thirties. He has been my bodyguard since I graduated from college three years ago. Wherever I go, he's with me, in every corner of the world. He knows the people I hang out with, what I've been up to, and where I would go next.
"Hey, dude! What's up?" I greet one of my close friends, Dennison Augustus. He was my classmate in high school and he works as a pilot in our airline company.
"I'm doing good, man. I just touched down in New York after sixteen hours of flying from Dubai. I'm so bored, and I can't sleep. I need alcohol and a hot chick to f**k."
"Damn, man, you're just in time." I call the waiter and order a bottle of tequila.
Thirty minutes later, we are still in the club, having a good time drinking, laughing, and making out with girls.
"Alright! The night is young, let's have fun." I pour more tequila into our glasses, then shout, "Bottoms up!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Abel waiting for me by the entrance, frowning. I untangle myself from the girls seated next to me and approach him.
"What is it, Abel? What's the problem?"
"It's not my business to say, sir."
I chuckle. "Come on. You can tell me anything. Spill it out. Forget I'm your boss tonight."
"Well, it's a pity that that blogger drove five hours from Dansville, rented an Airbnb, and will get nothing."
"Ah-so she's not just an old-maid librarian but a village woman." I smirk. "Well, life is not always a bed of roses, Abel. You have to work hard to get to the top."
Abel's eyebrows rise questioningly, but he remains silent.
"I may be rich," I continue, "but even I still have to prove myself to my parents to secure a position in the company. It sucks, you know."
"Don't you want to run your family's businesses?"
"I do. Business is in my blood, I enjoy the thrill of closing a deal, engaging with people, and managing, but I'm still young and want to live my life to the fullest. Life is too short to focus only on making money. We can't even bring it to our grave! We have to enjoy me, experience new things, and meet different kind of people... to be happy and fulfilled. Do you get what I mean?"
"Yes, sir. I understand. But the blogger...
I wave my hand, settling back at the table with Dennison and the girls.
Immediately, my phone rings. It is my executive secretary, Calvin.
"Sir, it's eight twenty already. You're late for your dinner interview with Miss Grayson!"
I let out an exasperated sigh, weighing up if I should go to the interview. I want to please my parents and prove I'm worthy of being the future CEO of our company, but what the heck? Dennison is in town, the drinks are flowing, and I'm having the time of my life.
The girl beside me starts kissing my neck, melting my resolve.
"I can't make it tonight. I'm busy. Cancel the meeting, Calvin," I say, turning to the girl and capturing her lips, locking them with mine.
"But sir, your parents set up this interview. This is critical to divert the media's attention from the princess drama."
"I said, cancel it. I don't need a boring spinster to interview me," I reply more firmly, kissing the other girl sitting on my left.
"I can't, sir. Your position at the company will be at stake if you upset your parents again. This is your last chance to prove that you're capable of staying as a COO of the company and heir of your family's business empire."
"Ah-they can't do that to me. I'm their only son." My lips twist, suddenly upset. "Give the phone to Miss Grayson. I'll cancel it myself!"
CHLOE
I'm wearing an all-black outfit for dinner while Brianna is in fuchsia. We arrive at eight on the dot at a very fancy restaurant in New York. The high ceiling and unique chandeliers hanging in every corner are very impressive. The metallic motif gives the ambiance of a futuristic diner.
We sat at an elegant table, but there's no sign of Carlos Leonard.
Again.
"It's eight fifteen, and he's not here. What is fu**ng wrong with that guy?" Brianna whispers to me before turning to Calvin, who looks dashing in a black tuxedo. "Did he reply to your text yet?"
"No." He shaked his head vigorously, staring at Brianna. "Maybe he's in another emergency."
"Again!" She rolls her eyes.
"Let's just wait. If he doesn't turn up, then we're done with him." I stand up, feeling so upset already. "I'll go to the ladies' room." I say to them.
While inside the bathroom cubicle, I hear some women who have just entered, talking loudly.
"Tell me what happened?" a girl asks.
"I had dinner with Carlos Leonards last night," the second girl-with a thick Russian accent replies.
"Oh wow, you're so lucky." The first girl sounds so impressed.
"Yeah, but not lucky enough to get into his bed. He left with that German model at midnight."
"I'm jealous. She definitely had morning s*x with him."
"For sure."
That bastard! These women have just confirmed my suspicion that he was with his f**k buddies.
What an unprofessional liar and a time-waster!
He treated me and my interview as unimportant and a joke. He should have said that he did not want to be interviewed before I bet my career on it!
I stride out of the restroom and head back to our table. Calvin is on the phone and he turns to me.
"It's Mr. Leonards. He wants to talk to you," he says, passing me his phone.
"Yes, Mr. Leonards?" I answer in controlled anger.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Grayson. Something bad happened tonight. I can't see you. I have another emergency." His voice sounds disappointed, but by now, I know he's a faking it.
"Pretty sure your French friend came for a visit."
"You're right, Miss Grayson." He laughs coolly. "I'm amazed that you're good at wild guessing."
Time to bring out the heavy artillery. This man needs to be put in his place.
"Of course! I can even read your mind, Mr. Leonards. You're going to postpone our interview to tomorrow morning. And tomorrow morning, you'll call again, postponing it to dinner because your Filipino friend arrived!"
He chuckles. "Miss Grayson, you seem upset."
"Ha! Mr. Leonards"-I can't hold onto my anger any longer, and I'm feisty as hell-"I'm sure you're having fun fooling me. You can take all your fake emergencies with you to hell for all I care."
"Miss Grayson, if you're jealous of my friends and want a date...all you have to do is ask," he answers mockingly.
"Oh my God!" I laugh sarcastically and reply bitingly, "Mr. Leonards, I wouldn't date you in a million years! Adios, Mr. Leonards. You wasted my time. Goodbye!"
I hung up before he can come up with a smooth reply.
That bastard has not just wasted my time, money, and effort but also ruined my book deal! Men like him needed to learn a lesson.
I'm going to find a way to make Carlos Leonards wish he never stood me up!
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