“I visited the docks yesterday to see that all we had ordered had been delivered. Every single one of it with no pin left loose. Congratulations J. K., you’ve successfully extirpated the entire Bear clan,” Keelan explained to his friend as he took a sip of his Hennessy, trying to gauge his friend’s reaction, which wasn’t exactly much.
“Hmm. . .” Jordan replied absentmindedly as he swirled the cup of bright red drink in his right hand, staring directly at the switch on his desk lamp, which took the colour green. He was seemingly having a heated conversation with the green-coloured switch through his eyes.
Keelan continued watching his friend, trying to read him like always, but he knew it was only a waste of time and effort. His friend was a stubborn man with stone-cold stolid features. A man who never showed emotions. His friend was someone who if anyone attempted to read or predict his actions, they would only run mad with gazillion questions running through their minds about this indecipherable man.
But as for Keelan, trying to understand his friend was like a recipe for an impending migraine and he couldn’t afford the luxury of one right at the moment so he tried to change the subject.
“Mom and Dad send their greetings,” he tried again but was still met with the same detached and abstracted “hmm. . .” from his friend.
‘Was he still brooding over the brutal acts he had committed about a week or two ago?’ Keelan thought.
Jordan always became overly withdrawn, even more than he usually is, after he had ‘taken care’ of the trespassers of his territory, in other words, after ending their entire existence and wiping their lineage off the face of the Earth. He always tried to act like it didn’t affect him but after all, the man still had a heart. Keelan knew that much, at least.
Usually, his brooding only lasted for two days at maximum, yet it had already been a week since the rather bloody night. Keelan couldn’t help but ponder on what could actually be running through Jordan’s mind. He was quite certain it wasn’t the event from the uneventful night and it wasn’t any time close to the D-day yet, so it had to be something else but what? Keelan couldn’t place his finger on.
He blinked, already feeling the fast train of the approaching migraine as it wrapped around his temple. He rested his back against the sleek and lustrous chair in which he sat before attempting to try for the last time.
“How did your business meeting go in Napa valley?” he finally asked. ‘That was sure to snap him out of wherever he had drifted to.’ Keelan thought because he knew his friend was a businessman who put his entire focus on his work.
His omphalos was his business with Carol included but he was really passionate about his companies and he had never allowed anything else to distract him. He was a man who had perfect control over his private life and his work life. He didn’t have a boundary between both areas, he was the boundary.
But Keelan had no idea how wrong he was with his theory. What was currently running through his friend’s mind was no mere distraction. Add two long hot legs, a voluminous ass, bodacious breasts, voluptuous qualities and to top it off, amazingly emerald green eyes, now that was a rather extraordinary and out-of-this-world distraction.
“Good,” Jordan replied absentmindedly. He was paying zilch attention to what his friend was sputtering. He could only grasp the whispers of his words as they breezed past his ears.
“You stayed there longer than you said you would. Was there a problem?” Keelan enquired further as he refilled his glass and took a sip.
It was true, he had stayed there for three days instead of the usual one day he had originally planned on staying for, but it wasn’t because there was any problem with his business. Rather, he was the problem himself.
He couldn’t bring himself to pay attention during the meeting, something that had never happened before. His mind would always drift towards a certain green-eyed temptress and the topic that was being discussed would only enter into his right ear and float right out the left one.
They had had to postpone the meeting twice for this reason, this-never been experienced before-event not going unnoticed by his employees but they knew better than to make any comments. After the second postponement, determinedly, he had willed his brains to take charge of the situation and not his cock.
It had been a difficult task but he had grasped some paramount details from his employees and he had successfully relayed his messages to them for the perfect outcome of his endeavors as it had always been and should continue to be.
As of now, his mind conjured diverse dirty thoughts on how to take the sensationally striking and appealing enchantress, completely dislimning all Keelan was saying to him. He had work to do, papers that required his signature and files that demanded rapt auditing from him but he was finding it quite difficult to focus.
Hell, he couldn’t even move his eyes from the green switch on his lamp, one having a semblance with the seemingly glowing emerald green eyes of his sister’s therapist as they had peeked through the glasses that had sat on the bridge of her nose.
“No. There was no problem. I just had some other things to take proper care of,” he responded gruffly, the lie coming out smoothly through his lips.
He needed to get his head straight and get all his work done. As he finally struggled to shift his eyes from the green switch to reach for a file which had the bar chart of the ratings of their total sales from the previous month, his brain decided to torture him by sending particular images through his cranial nerve which ran through the optic chiasma and retina, causing him to visualise the image as though it were right before his eyes.
Withdrawing his extended arm, he sunk back into his black seat. He stifled a groan as he felt his member rise between his thighs, tugging at his pants.
His brain had besieged him with the image of her plump lips as they had moved while her euphonious voice-enveloped in the seductive locutions of her Australian accent-had slipped out of them.
It also bestowed upon him the facsimile of her sexily kenspeckle boobs which had screamed ‘bite me!’ Consequentially, he was finding it more arduous to do his work and with the impossibly growing bulge in his pants, he came to a resolve.
With that resolution, he promptly shut his laptop, making Keelan, who had been watching him, raise his eyebrow in question while meagerly sipping his Hennessy. His fists tightened in determination on the desk as his desires overwhelmed him.
He knew what he must do.
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The beautiful half Australian, half American woman sat behind her desk as she stared intently at her mobile phone, her expression completely blank, a total contrast to the myriad of thoughts that ran through her mind.
She was dressed in less formal attire since it was a Friday. A simple blue jean trouser with single rips on both knees, a black top that stopped right above the hem of her jean, revealing a tad bit of her stomach and the slightly dim yellow long jacket she had worn on the outfit hung off the coat rack standing a few feet from the door.
She paired the entire outfit with a black Converse, dabbed with little specks of white and tetrahedral shaped diamond stud earrings sat on her ears. Her right wrist had her emerald bracelet around it and a fitted black wristwatch was laced around her left one. Her neck was bare of any jewelry and her golden brown hair was in bun. The light brown roots were held together and the golden tips were rolled, forming a golden doughnut.
Her eyes continued to stare at the words on her phone. She was unable to lift her gaze as she stared blankly, the never leaving guilt eating deep into her, totally violating the orders her mother had given her.
She had just finished a session with a patient and her lunch had been delivered. She was about to eat while reading the paranormal romance novel she had bought, when a text had entered her phone from her mother.
It was a usual routine for her to text her mother every morning when she woke up, afternoon at lunch and at night after work. It always served as a form of comfort and a way to assure herself that her mother had nothing against her. It was also a way to somehow reduce the guilt she had always felt by showing her mother that she cared deeply about her and that she was her most prioritized responsibility.
The text she currently gazed upon read,
“Make sure you have lunch before your next session and have a wonderful day ahead, Mera. And remember honey, I hold nothing against you. I love you, darling.”
Her mother never hesitated to drop hints of consolation while trying not to make it seem like she pitied Emerald, which was the last thing she sought from anyone. She despised being pitied or looked down on. That wasn’t Emerald.
The reassurance was comforting. It seemed like nothing but a simple text but she gnawed at the bits of solace it gave her. She finally dragged her eyes from the device and looked to the little white customized bag with the logo of a burger on it, containing her meal. She had lost her appetite.
“M-miss Pearce?” Claire’s voice called from the intercom. She sounded a bit off but Emerald was in no mood to take notice.
“Hmm. . .?” She replied absentmindedly, her eyes still on the paper bag as she gently ran her thumb across the screen of her phone.
“Y-you have a visitor. Should I s-send him up?” She stuttered unsurely, her voice filled with terror. It was unlike Claire but Emerald was still too out of her element to pick that up.
“Hmm. . .” she agreed abstractedly, earning an unsure ‘ok’ from Claire before the intercom went off.
Her eyes glided towards the styrofoam cup holding her black coffee and she picked it up, tossing her phone on the desk before she pushed out of her chair and walked to the floor to ceiling window in her black flip flops, her anklet hanging loosely around her small ankle. She stared at the passing vehicles and pedestrians, her mind far away as she became oblivious to her surrounding. Oblivious to who had entered the room.