Possesive Motherfvcker

"We'll have to publish all of these. It will help us not look so suspicious."

I was spacing out while Oli explained to me the things we were going to do for our plan.

"And you have a choice between this organization and another." He laid out two organizations that we could help.

"What do you suggest?" I asked while scanning the information.

He shrugged and sat in front of me. "It's up to you."

I breathed out. "Can we do both?"

He smirked. "You're guilty?"

I rolled my eyes. I don't want him to see my true feelings. Knowing him, he can afford to let go of our plan because I know he doesn't want to do it either.

"Just answer me."

"It's all up to you."

"Then can we do both?"

"You should know the answer to that. You're the one who will get tired anyways."

I just kept quiet because I knew my answer.

These are the organizations that we'll use as a cover for our plan. We'll be launching an exhibit for my photos that I took, so these organizations will cover us up to gather some wealthy businessmen.

You may be wondering why we have gathered all of these other businessmen and entities when all we need is Beaumont Spencer. Well, so we will not look so suspicious in his eyes, so that we will be able to kind of introduce ourselves passively.

I am not guilty of fooling other businessmen. Men like them don't even care about the dime they spend on donations. I remembered what Beau had told me—that even he didn't care where his money went. It's a win-win situation for him because he was able to help other people and gain something for himself.

It's the same as what I'm doing at the moment. The usual plan was that all the proceeds would go to us only. But I will not tell Oli that I might actually donate to these organizations because I just can't throw them in the basement. My heart couldn't handle that. My heart aches for people like us. People who only require someone to deliver their blessings are welcome to visit them.

"I'll schedule your visit." Oli told me while we were scanning the spread that will be published in the magazines and for the photos that will make it to the exhibit.

"Those are good." I said to the photographer when I saw the nude photos of mine in black and white. Those are my type of photos; it's art, and it doesn't look so sexual to me; it's a way of expressing yourself.

"I guess I'll go to the children first." I turned to Oli to answer his question.

He nodded. "I'll message you once I secure a date. Will you be going alone?"

I nodded nonchalantly. I'm currently obsessed with the photos that the photographer and I choose.

The silence was broken when my phone rang. I just looked at that and silently thought about the next decisions. I let it ring, so Oli peeked in and laughed when he saw the name written there.

So, a bit upset, I immediately grabbed the cellphone so that he wouldn't interfere. I stood up and got ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

I picked up my cellphone and put it in my handbag. He raised a brow, apparently getting what I meant.

"This man will go berserk if I don't attend to him today."

"Wearing that?"

I smiled and tapped his shoulders. His face is in a grim line; he didn't answer when I left and said goodbye.

Beau doesn't know that I'll be going to his office today. This is most likely the first time I've met him at his nest. I didn't answer his calls a few days ago. He doesn't see me either because I'm not in my apartment because if I'm not in the hospital, I'm staying in hotels for photo shoots.

I drove to his famous place, which, according to Oli, is where his main office is located. Of course, he often works there and spends most of his time there. It's a well-known hotel and casino.

Four large buildings face each other, with a pool in the middle. There's a mall on the first two floors as well, where famous brands are located. I've never been there, no doubt. It's an expensive place, so I don't dare to go in there.

"To Mr. Beau Spencer," I said to the man at the front desk.

He was too stunned to speak. He blinked a few times before he answered me.

"Uhm, my apology, ma'am, because this desk is for the guests only. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to fulfill your request." He politely said.

I smiled sweetly and eyed the hallway to my right. "Sure, which way then?"

He blinked again, looking so confused. I already know these systems. In my many content experiences, I have encountered this kind of opportunity. Beau's a bit different. I admit that I was overwhelmed by the wealth he had. I know he's wealthy, but all these still amaze me.

"Here?" I pointed to the hallway. "Alright thanks." I said that even though he didn't answer.

"Ma'am—" I continue walking until I reach the lift.

Two men came out of that, and I saw how their eyes lingered on me. The other man even uttered something, but because I was preoccupied with thoughts, I just ignored it.

I saw how the last two floors are not accessible. I knew immediately where to find him. I pressed the last accessible floor and waited to reach that floor. Soon, Beau, there will be no need to ride two lifts just to reach you. 

When I reached that floor, I walked through the expensive-looking hallways as if I'd been there a hundred times already. In the distance, I could see how the guards in the heavily guarded lift at the end of the hallway would stare at me and be alarmed.

I smirked, my heels clacking and echoing down the corridor. All of their eyes are on me, and, of course, they might be wondering why a woman wearing a blush colored satin robe is meeting the boss of bosses.

I stopped when I reached them—two bulky men in front and two guards behind them. Only one woman is in there.

"To Mr. Beau Spencer," I said as if meeting their CEO was a piece of cake.

The man cocked his head. They even looked at each other before answering me.

"Do you have an appointment?" I smiled and reached for the thread on his black shirt. He's stoic as I remove it and answer him at the same time.

"I don't have any." I said in a husky tone.

"Then I'm afraid you're not welcome here, miss."

I shifted in my place. "Are you sure? Your boss might fire you if you let me leave."

Just then my phone rang, and Beau's name came out. I lifted it up and put it on his face. Of course, I know he's not going to believe that petty phone call.
"Try and radio your boss then," I said seductively, even touching the shoulder of the guard.

I saw that he got a bit affected by it. He turned to the woman, and the woman did what I said. I waited there, cocking my head and staring at them, making them uncomfortable with my presence. After a while, the woman nodded to him, and I shrugged my shoulders confidently. I stepped into the first scanner without them commanding me to do so.

"We still need to do a full check, miss," the man whom I touched a while ago said.

I ignored them and let them do what they wanted. I guess the full body check happens at the second scanner, where the woman is standing, because that's where they stopped me again.

The woman was about to do some body checking on me, while the man who had been standing beside me earlier was looking at me intently. Since I love making things uncomfortable, I spoke to the man again.

"Your boss must've had so many girls visiting him, huh? You seem so used to this." I smirked while the woman was scanning me with a hand carried body detector.

"Enjoyed checking them out?" I asked again.

The man smirked and was about to take me over in full body check when the lift opened. And with no surprise, I saw Beau in his famous office outfit, eyes almost raging in anger. He loosened his tie before going out of the lift.

All eyes went to him. He stared at the two men standing beside me, more like glared at them. He scanned me from head to toe after, and his jaw moved in a harsh way.

I chuckled faintly. "Better luck next time?"

I talked to the man who can't look at me now. I stepped off the scanner and went straight to the lift without removing my eyes from him. He was very angry now, and smoke almost came out of his nose.

I got on the lift first and left him behind. I think he's talking to the guards because the man is nodding from time to time.

"Come on, Beau. Cut them some slack. I still want to be friends with them. I'll be a regular visitor anyway." I said while leaning against the wall.

He eyed me again. I want to be nervous about the looks he makes, but I don't know why I seem to like him in this disposition so much. I gestured my hand, saying, 'come here' He walked in the direction of the elevator. I pressed the close button and leaned against the walls again. He eyed me, and his jaw moved again before speaking.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

I cocked my head and touched his tie. "Clothes?"

He breathed heavily. He seemed to hold back the emotions that would explode in him.

"Are you even aware of how my men checked you out? If I didn't arrive, they might have touched you in any way they wanted."

I pouted. "It's for your safety, so what?"

He shut his eyes tightly. I stopped myself from smiling. I watched him have a hard time keeping up with my problematic attitude. When he opened his eyes, he put his hands against the walls, as if he were trying to lock me in. I kissed his chin because that was the only part I could reach.

"Days of not answering my calls, and this is what you'll bring me?" He inquired quietly.

I didn't answer him and just waited there for him to do something. Seconds later, his hand cupped my left breast, and I don't know why my body heated up when he did that. I almost shut my eyes from the butterflies it gave me.

"How dare you show your nipples, you wench." He whispered to my ears and bit my lobe lightly.

I felt a tiny tickle on my stomach. I chuckled and wet my lips. That's my goal, Beau, if you still don't get it.

"I am the only one who can touch you like this, do you understand?" 

With sleepy eyes, I snaked my arms around his neck. I laughed timidly while he breathed out harshly. He wants to deal with his concerns, while all I want is to touch and kiss him, and it's making him frustrated.

"Possessive mother fvcker," I said.

"I am you, possessive mother fvcker," he said before launching into a deep and torrid kiss on me. Wish granted.