Pride and Jealousy

Vinci could not help himself. Dan and Senji are too much for him to handle.

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Ritz Hotel, USA

Vincent Torres

"Now it's my fault? I only slept in that effing suite! That's all I did because GP asked me to!" I reasoned out in Seoul dialect with Sejin, my manager and handler, who was South Korean.

"That's not an excuse! How could you possibly not have noticed if you were sleeping beside someone if you were not drinking?"

"I didn't drink too much!" I denied. "You know I hate alcohol... it makes me sick!"

"That's precisely my point, V! You're not used to drinking, and you should not even try drinking without your bodyguard or anyone to protect you!"

I sighed because I felt defeated.

"Do you even know who you messed with?" my manager angrily asked. "He is a well-known philanthropist and one of the richest businessmen in Asia!"

"I don't care who he is, just help me get out of here." Sabi ko sa Korean na lingwahe.

"I will ask the office what to do and I will call you. Meantime, don't do anything dumb, and don't make him mad." My manager said.

It took a long time before my manager got back to me. I left the hotel myself after Percival Ponce left the suite and Dominique and I were left behind.

I thought she would chase after me and create a scene like the spoiled rich brat that she was. Strangely, she quietly stood there and watched me leave.

I went to the bar of the restaurant and had breakfast there. While waiting for my breakfast, I thought of her and wondered if she had breakfast already. I felt worried, but then I thought that the hotel would most likely serve her breakfast in the room especially since it should be included in the hotel reservation.

But what if there's none? I wondered and was about to call the waiter to order breakfast for her. But, then I reclined to my seat, feeling confused.

"What do you care? That crazy woman put you in a mess." I reminded myself though I still felt restless. I sighed and resigned to what I truly wanted to do. As soon as I spotted a waiter nearby, I waved my hand for him to notice me. He walked towards me with eagerness.

"Yes, Mr. Vinci?" the waiter asked with subtle excitement which was my confirmation that he recognized who I was.

I need to be careful with my actions. Ever since Infin8 had become famous, any woman who would become associated with the members would get scrutinized and bashed. I wouldn't want that for Dominique, so I need to be careful in order to protect her.

"Could you arrange your best seller and full breakfast with complete drinks for one to Ms. Dominique Ponce at the penthouse?" I said and gave the waiter my black card as well as a $100 tip.

"Certainly, Mr. Vinci." Nakangiting tugon ng waiter.

"And if she asks who ordered it for her, just say it was from Gab Ponce," I said.

" I see," the waiter replied. " I will say this is from Mr. GP of Infin8." He stated.

"Yes," I said. "She is Mr. Gab Ponce's cousin." I tried to discreetly emphasize to him to make sure he wouldn't associate Dominique with me.

"Yes, I am familiar with Ms. Dominique Ponce. She's the heiress of Mr. Percival Ponce, the hotel tycoon in Asia." He elaborated.

"Yes, you're right! You're good!" I complimented him before I focused on my phone to end our conversation. It was the best action to do so we could limit the conversation to be safe. Less talk, less mistake, as I remember the coach of Infin8 said when we were trained on how to evade conversations with the press.

My breakfast arrived immediately and I started eating while still communicating with Sejin. He informed me that he would send someone to pick me up from the hotel and take me back to South Korea.

I felt bad that I had to leave for South Korea and I wouldn't be able to be with family longer, especially on my grandfather's interment. If it weren't for the incident today, I wouldn't be asked to return immediately to Homebase.

I called Senji to request if they could change my flight booking so that I could see my grandfather one last time. Senji asked permission from the management agency and they granted my request.

"Thanks, Senji! I owe you one!" I said, feeling grateful to him.

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MM Talent Management Agency

But not anymore! I don't feel grateful anymore to Senji! I was fuming mad that I couldn't even react as I watched Dom and Senji interact.

I felt dazed. Perhaps it was the long and many sleepless nights I had because of my unleashed concupiscence for this crazy woman.

My woman!

I could easily think of many ways I could relish, explore, and possess her body. But that's all I wanted to do with her.

Do her... not marry her!

But a part of me wanted to care about her and I despise her for making me feel this way! And this realization was giving me a hard-on.

"What the heck?" I felt embarrassed as I realized I was having a hard-on right now. I stood straight and turned my back on her.

"Are you okay, Vinci?" Despite her not greeting me at all, it was obvious that she was aware of me and just didn't want to make the first move.

I rearranged my coat to hide my hard-on before I faced her. I was furious with the mixed emotions that I felt for this woman. I stepped towards where she sat. She stepped backward at first, but then it seemed there was a glint of spark in her eyes and boldly stepped forward, towards me.

Rage. Jealousy. Desire. Annoyance. Pride. A bad combination, I must say.

I leaned down to her and decided to kiss her. I was just supposed to give her a peck on the lips to mess with her, but I had the urge to do more once our lips touched. I slipped my tongue inside her closed mouth. I wanted to make her feel violated and enraged. But she froze and did nothing. I guess she got shocked. However, I felt her lock her mouth with mine. She was going to respond to me.

I remembered that there was a CCTV in the meeting room, so I moved my back to cover her from the view of the CCTV and discreetly put my hand to cup her left breast.

It was either she would get disgusted and insulted by my gesture or she would want more. But I didn't care. I was willing to take the risk.

I was, however, unprepared to feel that my manhood was about to drip.

I disengaged with her with all my might. I saw her eyes closed and it was obvious that she was already enticed by it.

I felt proud that I had that effect on her but as immature as I was, I wanted to get back at her for making me want her... desire her... possessive of her. I will leave her hanging.

I stopped kissing her and fondling the hard tip of her left breast.

"Hello, Dominique. It's nice to see you again." I tried to be formal. "If you'll excuse me, I have to leave," I said intending to make her feel that I was just toying with her and her feelings toward me.