4 Chapter 3

Kristina Delarosa

"Is it okay if I take my leave now sir?" I said as politely as I possibly could. For the past few days, Mr. Bayek has been constantly requesting me to his office. For what you ask? To only sort out a few files and run a few itsy bitsy errands. Nothing too drastic...just the usual stuff. If I were to be honest, I don't hate it but I don't approve of it either.

It's like eating the same thing everyday for an entire year or two. Eventually, that'll become tiring and you'll be hoping or searching for something new. You'll yearn for something else. Right?

That's how I feel. Because I hardly had the chance to ever catch a glimpse or even a glance of this stone faced man, I'd yearn for him but now I'm starting to think something's wrong.

"Excuse me?" He looked towards me and then began loosening his tie. I have to admit that did indeed look very sexy but I can't drool over him in front of him. Wouldn't want to come off as a creep now would we?

"Is it okay to take my leave now?"

"Hmm." He sat thinking for a while. "I'll be done in a few. Then I'll take you home." Leonard and Clara left ages ago. By ages ago, I mean four hours ago. When I checked my wristwatch, it was approximately 10 minutes to twelve.

Ugh. I groaned internally. Mr. Bayek called me to his office to discuss a few casualties on the recent files he requested from Leonard. The worst part is that there weren't any casualties and I made sure of that. I couldn't say that to him though because he's the boss. It's his company and he knows what's best. I face palmed myself and rolled my eyes while he wasn't looking.

I love you so much that I'd punch you right now and then kiss your boo boo.

Could he be using this as an excuse to see me more often? Pssh. No way. I straightened myself in the black leather couch that was located in the center left corner of the room with it's back almost touching the dark blue walls. Almost. That was when I realized his eyes followed my every movement as I adjusted the skirt hem, by pulling it down slightly to smoothen the ripples, and then they decided to pay a short visit to my not-so-existent-but-is-there chest.

"Are you ready to leave now sir?"

"What?" He made eye contact and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little bothered by how he looked at me. What kind of snack does he see me as? I wonder.

I hope my brothers aren't too worried about me.

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Ezio Bayek

Here we are in my red Porsche Cayenne in awkward silence as I fought the urge to not look at her almost exposed thighs. How I wouldn't mind gripping them right now and maybe plastering a few kisses here and there. Even though I was taking her home, this situation seemed foreign to me.

She wasn't throwing herself at me like the usual females I've encountered. At first I thought she was only pretending so I began requesting her to my office as often as I could to see if she'd reveal some sign of interest but to my dismay, she didn't.

Maybe she's playing really hard to get. Was she?

I only offered her a ride home to see if she preferred a more secluded area. Maybe she's the shy type. I could take her right now if she'd like but she didn't move an inch nor has she said anything. She only said her address and that was it. She's been staring out the window the entire ride. Was she married? I don't see a ring. Even if that was the case then she doesn't have much to worry about. I really didn't mind married women. I usually preferred them since they had the experience I was looking for in a woman.

I really got to stop cracking myself up. I don't even have a type.

"Take a left here." She said as she used her finger as an indicator and smiled turning to me. She should smile more often. Or maybe not. I don't want to **** anyone at such an important stage in life. When I turned left, there was a gigantic white mansion enclosed with white tall walls that were adorned with lamps. Very well lit lamps. Each section of the wall attached to a column.

This house is just as big as mine.

"Here?" I asked for further clarifications. I had to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She nodded her head with pure confidence. Does she have a sugar daddy? Just as if on cue, there was a man who seemed to be in his early thirties, waiting at the security post with a very stoic look. His shirt sleeve was cuffed and he had on the usual work pants.

Was he also a businessman? If I do look closely he seemed really familiar. I pulled over exactly at his feet and unlocked her doors so she could simply step from the vehicle. She unbuckled her seatbelt and did just so but not before saying goodbye. She ran into the male's arm as he hugged her and took her bag.

Guess I'll have to try even harder to get her in my bed.

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"Welcome home sir." One of my many house maids, Lena, greeted with a bow.

"Good evening." I smiled at her and headed up the staircase and went down the hallway to my bedroom. It was located along the farthest corner of the house. Maybe I should freshen up a bit and try to clear my head a little. I closed my bedroom door and began removing my clothes after tossing my briefcase and jacket onto the bed. When done I was left in nothing but my boxers and so I headed to the bathroom. I stared in the mirror for a good while flexing my biceps.

Was I not attractive? Women really enjoyed my tattoos. The neck tattoo, that was located on the left, was a rose that began wilting but still had a snake wrapped around it even though it was being pierced by the thorns. Then there was a tiger's head on my my left pec that seemed to be roaring and behind him were forest trees and a few smaller figures. Not too much but they were evident. Lastly, was the dragon that was located on my back as it coiled itself around a sword.

Did she not like tattoos? Could that be it?

I finally decided to step inside the shower after removing my boxers. I really needed to get her out of my head. What am I so worked up about? Was it the fact that she ignored my presence the first time we met? I changed the water to freezing ice cold by simply turning the knob and allowed the water to cascade down my body. When we first met...that was also very strange. Did she not take notice of who I was or was she playing dumb?

I punched the wall feeling now slightly irritated. It was most definitely intentional. The way she seductively swayed her hips with every step she took. Don't forget those plump peach lips that she sucked between her teeth when she gets nervous or gets too comfortable. I'd do anything to have her under me right now. Screaming my name as she dug her nails into my skin begging me to slow down or maybe go faster.

Did she like it rough and hard or did she like it slow and passionate?

I groaned in frustration as I realized I had a now very evident hard on. Forget showering... I need a quick release. I turned the shower off and stepped out but not before wrapping myself with a towel. I left the bathroom and rang up one of my closest flings.

Valerie. One of my many housemaids. When she finally arrived as I allowed her entrance, I locked my bedroom door and pulled her by her sleek ponytail. She seems planned.

"Kneel." I dropped the towel as she got on her knees smiling and licking her lips that were, by far, not as plump as Kristina's. "Start sucking."

What was it that made her not want me? She could be pretending or does she really not like me?

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Sooooo 👀

How'd you guys like Ezio's small POV now you guys know what goes through that head of his?

I thought you guys need a dosage of what he thinks about and now you guys know what he's been thinking...what will he try to do next??

I'm so excited 😆😂

Hope you enjoyed ^^