“What happened here?” I asked him.
His eyes left mine as he stared straight ahead and pointed his finger.
“You need to help him. My son needs your help.”
“Help with what?”
“You must help him,” he spoke as he kept pointing his finger. “Go now!”
I crossed the street and continued going straight until I found myself in front of a tall glass building. The building was pitch black except for one office on the twentieth floor. Stepping into the lobby, I heard the ding of the elevator. When I turned around, the doors opened, so I stepped inside. The button to the twentieth floor was illuminated as the doors shut and the elevator rose up. When I stepped out, I followed a dim light down the hallway until I reached a conference room. Conference Room A, my eyes diverted to the door. Placing my hand on the handle and carefully opening it, I saw the handsome man sitting down, and across from him was the other man with the salt and pepper hair and black rimmed glasses. Another man was seated at the table with them. Bald, with a round face and small eyes. The handsome man picked up a pen and signed the papers in front of them.
“There. It’s done.” He handed the papers to the bald man.
“Excellent. Your father would be proud of you, Asher.” His smile was threatening.
“Yes, my dear nephew. Your father would be so proud,” the man with the black rimmed glasses spoke.
He turned to the bald-headed man.
“Thank you for everything, Leo. This deal wouldn’t have been possible without your help. My father trusted you with his life and his company.”
The bald man smiled at him as he and the man with the black rimmed glasses walked out of the room. Suddenly, particles started falling from the ceiling as the building began to violently shake. Looking up, I held out my hand as fragments of burnt dollar bills fell into it.
“Sir, we have to get out of here!” I shouted to the handsome man who stood at the window, staring out into the dark city.
He couldn’t hear me as the entire floor collapsed, taking us down with it.
I let out a large gasp as my eyes flew open and I quickly sat up.
“Everly, are you okay?” Diana asked as she placed her hand on my arm.
“Yeah. What time is it?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath.
“It’s five o’clock,” she spoke with concern. “I just got home. It seemed like you were having some kind of nightmare.”
“Yeah. I guess I was.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” I placed my hand on my forehead.
She could tell there was a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
“Is there something you need to do?” Her eye narrowed at me.
“Honestly, I’m not sure.”
2
Asher
She screamed my name as I pounded into her from behind. My cock filled with pleasure as it exploded, relieving the stresses of the day. My hands tightly gripped her waist as I finished and slowly regained my breath. Pulling out of her, I removed the condom and threw it in the trash can next to the bed. She turned around and covered herself with the sheet. A satisfied smile crossed her lips.
Climbing off the bed, I pulled on my underwear and pants and walked over to the bar in the living area. I grabbed the bottle of bourbon and poured myself a double.
“You were an animal tonight.” The redhead grinned as she walked over to me covering herself with the sheet and ran her fingers through my hair.
I grabbed her wrist and held it.
“You know we’re finished here.” I arched my brow at her.
“I know. It’s the same story every time we fuck.” She sighed. “You really don’t have a heart, do you?” Her green eyes stared into mine.
“I have a heart.” I placed her hand over it. “See. It only beats to keep me alive. Nothing else. You can go get dressed now and leave.”
“I’m getting tired of being used for sex, Asher,” she spoke as she walked back to the bedroom. “I’m worth more than that, you know.”
“Then go find yourself a nice man who would be more than happy to let you sink your claws into him.”
“Maybe I will. And maybe next time my phone rings, and your name appears, I might just decline your call.”
“Go ahead. I’ll just move down to the next name on my list.” I finished off my drink.
She let out a laugh.
“The sad part is, I know you will.”
After slipping into her dress and strapping on her heels, she walked over to where I stood and placed her hand on my chest.
“You are one hundred percent dead inside, Mr. Remington.” She shook her head and left the hotel room.
Rolling my eyes, I went into the bathroom and started the shower. When I was finished, I got dressed, grabbed my wallet from the dresser and took the elevator down to the lobby.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Remington,” Thaddeus, the concierge spoke as I headed out of the hotel.
“You too, Thaddeus.” I gave him a nod.
I kept a suite at The Remington downtown. One of the 5-star hotels my company owned. It was the only place I brought women to. We’d have a nice dinner in the hotel restaurant or a few drinks at the bar and then we’d go upstairs and have sex. I’d never brought anyone back to my penthouse. It was my sanctuary and my personal space which I didn’t share with any woman.
Mr. Remington, Mr. Baldwin called and said he’ll be stopping by around ten a.m.,” my secretary, Isabelle, spoke as I walked into my office.
“He wasn’t on the schedule, was he?”
“No. He said it’s important he speaks with you today.”
“Okay. Do me a favor and get me a coffee. I woke up a little late this morning.”
“Of course, sir.”
I set my briefcase down and took a seat behind my desk. It had been three months since my father occupied this space. I always knew one day I’d be in this office permanently, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. After my father passed, I took over the company as CEO and my Uncle Roland took over my previous position as president of the company. He and my father fought several times over the years about his position, and Uncle Roland felt he should be the one to run the company upon my father’s death. My father was a very smart man, as was I, and I wasn’t going to let him down. I’d been my father’s secondhand man since the day I graduated from Harvard. He trusted me, believed in me and made sure I was more than prepared to step into his role as CEO of Remington Property & Capital.
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Remington,” Isabelle spoke as she set the cup down on my desk.
“Thanks, Isabelle. Hold all my calls. I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Sure thing.” She smiled at me in a flirtatious way.
“You hit that yet?” My Uncle Roland stepped inside as he stared at Isabelle’s ass while she walked out of my office.
“No.” My brow arched at him.
“Why not? The only reason you never did before was because your father forbid it. Now that he’s gone, what’s stopping you? She’s a fine-looking piece of ass, boy.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be the cliché of the boss sleeping with his secretary.”