SIXTEEN.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Reese .



We were still in the ball, I had managed not to make anything too obvious between Luther and me in front of everyone. I couldn't help but keep an eye on the man who greeted Samuel. Luther had turned to him with a smirk plastered on his face, by seeing this—I knew they were either business partners or were rivals in the business.

“I'm guessing this is your girlfriend?” He gave me a little smile.

“Not at all Collins, this. . .” Luther pointed at me, signaling to stand closer to me. “Is my very own assistant manager, one of the hardworking women I employed.” I could hear the distaste in his voice as he made those last utterances.

“J.D Collins.” He stretched his hand forward for a handshake. I couldn't help but blush at what Luther said about me. I had stretched my hands forward in hopes of shaking his hands but he pecked the back of my hand subtly, instead.

“Reese Quinn, pleased to meet you.” He let go of my hands as I uttered.

“Pleasure, my lady.” I searched his face suspiciously, finding out that there was a leer expression on his face. He was definitely a flirt. I blushed at the thought of what he said to me and glanced shyly at him.

“Enough of the formalities, do you mind excusing us, Collins?” Luther broke in.

“Of course.” He smiled at me once again and left.

“Who was that?” I whispered.

“My rival. Trust me, that look on his face says the total opposite.” Luther said, reaching for my hands to let us dance to the tune of the orchestra playing.

I held my hands in his, moving from side to side, gently. “Why?”

“He's an ageist, he thinks young people like me aren't deserving of my wealth. That man hates my guts.”

“I thought you would have known by now, you are not a people person.” Luther took the tip of my finger to turn me around.

He stared into my eyes with a large grin, splitting his face. “I'm not bothered.”

“Stop it.” Furthermore, he snaked his hand down to my waist.

“Stop what?”

“You are bothered, everything people say about you gets to you. I don't know you that well but for so long, you have learnt to plaster your egos with these things they say about you. You have built too many walls around yourself and your egos grow more and more. . .more like a coping mechanism.”

“Do you have a degree in psychology?”

“What? No. Let's just say, I'm a good observer.”

“I can't let myself down.” He replied.

“More like, you can't let your egos down.” He stopped dancing, I knew he was somehow affected by what I had just told him.

Luther knew I was right. One way or the other, he was going to come around that. “Anyways, back to J.D Collins.”

“Never knew you for a gossiper.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes at me which caused me to giggle.

“Continue, I'm all ears.”

“As a businessman, there's always competition. Now, if you are a billionaire, there's double that competition.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Let's just say, I was the only and youngest billionaire to top the chart of our contract and they didn't want a young person taking their space.”

“So, it's kind of this baby boomer versus gen z kind of thing?” I asked rhetorically.

“Trust me, you will be amused by how many people with these fake smiles want me dead.”

“I suppose.”

“He was staring at you, I saw the way that old man looked at you.”

“I'm flattered.”

“Your sarcasm never ceases to amaze me.”

“When did I become that hardworking to you? You are never pleased with how your employees work.” I held onto his arm tightly for support as our dance became livelier and livelier.

“That shouldn't get into your head.”

“Oh please, Mr. Haastrup,” I said as soon as we both rounded up our final dance steps. He had pushed me into his chest causing me to stumble a bit. I release myself from him, walking away to find the restroom.

I had walked gently past everyone, looking from side to side as to where I could find the restroom. Fortunately, I had come across one which wasn't far away. It looked exquisite and luxurious obviously. I had gotten in there, staring at myself in the mirror until I saw a lady walk in. Her gown looked simple yet flamboyant, her eyes were of a perfect balance of charm and elegance, guaranteed to have people kissing her feet. She too had looked into the mirror until I noticed she took a glare at me.

“And you must be new here.” The hostility in her voice and expression was unnerving which made me wonder why she sounded that way.

“Yes, I was invited by my boss.”

“I see. . . you must be Haastrup's worker then.” She had leveled a glare at me.

“Yes.”

“I saw you both,” she spoke with no expression on her face as she fished for something in her little golden purse that glistened. “wonderful dance by the way, where'd you learn that from?”

“Uhm. . . I'm not that much of a great dancer, so to speak.”

“Oh, nonsense! You both did excellently.” She chuckled, bringing out lipstick from her purse.

“Thank you.” I didn't know why but I found myself blushing at her words.

“I see you two, are you sure there isn't another thing going on?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hm. . . then I would like to fuck him.”

One thing I knew for sure, was the audacity this woman had. “I beg your pardon!?”

The woman turned to me, lifting my chin gently with the tip of her finger. “Pardon accepted, darling.”

“Get your hands off me.” I sounded as calm as ever, giving her a daring look.

“Why are you so worked up because I want to have him? You are afraid that I might fuck you too?”

“I don't know who the hell you are but you will need to fuck off. Don't ever touch me without my consent. I don't care if you are one of the billionaires here in this event but what you will not do is touch me.” I did not attempt to hide the disgust in my eyes.

She suppressed a giggle. “And then what?” She pinned me to the wall beside us. I knew people like her—bullies. People who went out there searching for other people to intimidate—oppressors. I hated this set of people!

I pushed her forcefully away from me and rushed out of the bathroom to find Samuel. That woman in there was a lunatic, and I hoped to never cross paths with her. Luckily, I spotted Luther who had his hand dipped in his pocket whilst he held a glass of champagne in his hand. I walked toward him as I tried not to make what happened to me in the bathroom seem obvious.

“What took you so long?”

“That is my business, not yours to know about,” I replied to him.



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A scented candle, panties and my lace lingerie were all that I needed after the exhausting charity event with Samuel. I sat down on the couch, still with my lingerie on and then stretched my hand forth to take a hold of the glass of wine. I exhaled the scented candle that had the cozy scent of the lavender hedge which reminded me of old natural flagstones. This brought me peace of mind, at least for now.

“Miss Quinn.” Samuel's voice was soft and husky.

“Get out! You are a joyous killer.” I groaned in frustration.

He chuckled lightly at my reaction to seeing him whilst I watched him come closer to me. “I can see you are having your time.”

“That is all clear,” I said to him melodramatically.

“You look beautiful in this lingerie piece, do you know that?”

“I don't want to.” I brought out my legs to the little table in front of me, not caring if he was in my presence.

“You are playing me, I know that.”

I feigned a surprised look, acting as though I was clueless. "What?"

“Come here.” He ordered. I took along with me my red wine as I sat on his lap. I made sure to give him the lap dance he had never had in his life.

I could see sexual frustration, building up in him. Samuel's hot breath had brushed over my neck as he held onto my waist tightly. I whined my waist more on his lap and ran my hand through his hair which made me giggle like a child.

“You love what I do to you?” I asked him as I gave him a sip of my red wine.

“I swear, I'm going to fuck you till your pussy rips apart.”

I smiled coyly at him. “Is this what you have been dying for?” My hands caressed through my two bosoms. I heard him whisper a yes that had sent a shiver down my spine.

“Look at me,” he cupped my cheeks. “I'm aware you are punishing me.”

“You won't ever get this tonight.” I bit my lips as I muttered.

“Really? We will see about that.” By now, he began kissing every bit of my neck while he could. I could hear him inhaling into my neck and then continuing to bite on it, lightly. His warm lips left mine and then started down my neck, forcing a moan to erupt in my mouth.

I straddled more on his lap, giggling again at the ticklish feeling around my neck. When passion had also brought a moan to his lips, I placed my hands on his chisel. He soon lifted me off of his knees into his arms and carried me to the kitchen island. The warmth of his body and the feel of his touch had made me wet.

“Why are you trying so hard, you can't accept defeat?” I queried. I was right, Luther was the type of man who could easily give up in this case. I had no intention of having sex with him tonight, I only found joy in teasing him.

“Miss Quinn, you are very audacious.”

“I won't allow you.”

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