Chapter 4 The Interest

Athena cursed under her breath when she saw her ex-boyfriend with his girl entering the XYZ hotel. The hotel that owned by the Cromwells.

"Did they choose my hotel to do their shit?" she whispered.

She halted the moment the two steps inside. Through her blazing eyes, she watches their every move.

It was just eight in the morning and she thinks her day was already ruined because of what she witnessed. Mark knew that they owned it-it was her hotel for Pete's sake. He's such a thick-face jerk.

When they got the key, Belinda snaked her arm on Mark.

Athena winced and seems disgusted. Well, she doesn't care anyway. Things happened and are already done; she can't undo them anymore or travel back to where it all started. All she must do is move on, and she's achieving it.

When those stray cats were out of her sight, she went in. They have a meeting about their new project. Athena's Dad told her that there was a new member of the board. This means to say, that person owns almost one-third of their profit.

They may build another hotel here or abroad. Especially when that director is good at handling. It will benefit them and the company.

Athena is the acting CEO, but her father is still the Board Chair. She doesn't want to, but she doesn't have a choice. She's the only heiress, after all.

When she arrived at their meeting area, she greeted her father and kiss him on the cheek. All personnel were almost there, there was only one vacant seat left, and he or she will be the new one.

"Oh, my lovely daughter. You're early. I'm expecting you to come to half of the discussions," said Mr. Cromwell. The people inside laughed as if the old man cracked a joke.

Athena's father knows her well.

"People change, Dad. And I'm so curious about our new member of the board," she said and sat down. "These won't take long, right?"

"Impatient. Are we again my daughter? You might love the new director-he's young. He's way better than Mark," said, her father.

Athena lazily looked at her father's place. She thinks it's time to tell him the good news. "We're over." She composed herself and sat properly. "Mark and I already broke up."

Athena's Dad smiled from ear to ear. "Great. I told you, he's no good for you. That scumbag is a man whore."

"Wow... how did you know that?" she asked, curiously.

He shrugged. "Well, I caught him once kissing a brown-haired girl inside his car a few days ago when you tell us you two were officially on," he replied. And that brown-haired girl is Belinda. "That's why I don't want him for you. But you are so head over heels for him, and I don't want you to get hurt."

Athena's eyes widened. "What the-Why didn't you tell me, dad? For years, he's cheating on me?" She's mad right now but at the same time, she feels relief that she did a great decision in her life-that is to cut ties with that Mark.

"That piece of shit," she mumbled.

"I told you, I don't want you to get hurt and you're not a kid anymore, for you to find out what the problem is," her father said which makes her roll her eyes.

"When do you plan to get married, Ms. Cromwell?" asked, Mrs. Samillano. She shifted her gaze to her.

She smiled. "It's not on my list yet, Ma'am," she answered, politely.

"Why not? You're beautiful and one of the top professionals in the country. Don't you think it's time to settle in?" the old lady asked.

Athena winced but manages to let out a smile. As much as possible, she's avoiding a sensitive topic like this. She's just into a break-up recently and now someone is asking her when do she plan to settle down, out of the blue?

"I always tell her that, Mrs. Samillano, but this daughter of mine, has no plans yet in getting married," her father, replied. "Sometimes, I'm thinking of an arranged marriage, but I still respect her decisions. I can't force her to marry someone she doesn't love. That's why I just let her do things as much as she wants. But to tell you, I already want to have grandchildren," Mr. Cromwell, added.

Athena was about to defend herself when the door opened and it catches all their attention. A man in a suit came in and to her surprise, she knew who it is.

Greg.

He smiled as he greeted 'good morning' to them. He walked toward the empty seat, pulled the chair in front of Athena, and sat down.

"Sorry for being late, Sir," he said to Mr. Cromwell. The old man smiled at him.

Is he the new member of the board?

Is this fate or just a coincidence?

Athena squinted her eyes and look at him. 'What are you planning Greg Homan?' said the corner of her mind.

"Before this formal meeting begins, Greg, I want you to meet my only daughter, Athena Cromwell," said, Mr. Cromwell.

Greg then extended his arms.

Athena then reached for it and did the handshake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Athena," he said and the corner of his lips twitched up, giving a slight smirk.

Athena just let out a strained smile.

"My hand," she said as Greg still holding it and all eyes were on them.

But Greg just smiled and tighten his grip. Athena looked as if she was warning him. And she hates the idea that it may give an idea to each of those people inside the room. They may get the wrong one. Especially her father, the latter may play cupid.

"Oh, my bad," he said, still his tricky smile flustered on his face.

'Damn you, Greg!' she cursed, silently.

"It seems like you like my daughter, Mr. Homan."

"Of course, Mr. Cromwell. She's lovely," Greg replied.

"She's single, you can take her out for lunch after this. Or maybe dinner," Mr. Cromwell, suggested.

"Dad?" she yelped. "Can we just start the meeting?"

Her father laughed. "Oh... sure," he said.

During the meeting, Athena can't focus on it because Greg is tickling her using the tip of his shoe under the table. No one notices it because they were all focused on the speaker.

Athena lost count of how many times she kicked and stomped on Greg's feet. She knew that the guy is hurting as he winced every time, she does it. Serves him right. They're in the middle of a meeting and a horny CEO keeps pestering her.

When the meeting ends, she immediately fixed her things and storms out of the room, but to her dismay, Greg rides the same elevator as hers. And the guy chooses to stay behind her. They're at the back part of the lift.

And this CEO can't resist the charisma of Athena. He can't stop himself not to touch Athena. His hand started to travel at her back and landed on her globe. Suddenly, his hand went down to the back of her thighs. Pulling her skirt up and his finger found the flower under her undies. The tingling sensation makes her shiver.

'Damn you, Greg,' she thought.

His hand went back to her globe and started to caress it in a circular motion. She then bites her lower lip to prevent herself to moan. She closes her eyes and to her relief, the elevator stops, and she immediately went out.

She walked faster as much as she could but then her father called her when she was halfway to her car. She stopped and look back. There's Greg and her father, walking closer in her direction.

"It would be nice if you go out to eat lunch with Greg. Just Leave your auto here. I'll just send someone to get it and put it in your condo," he said as he shifted his gaze to Greg. "Greg, treat Athena for lunch. You two should hang out."

Athena rolled her eyeballs. Even an old man knows the word hang out. Her dad was so unbelievable. It seems like the old man wants to continue playing cupid, huh?

'If only you know, Dad, Greg is also a man whore, and he doesn't want to settle down yet. Greg doesn't want commitment,' she wants to say.

"Sure, Sir," Greg replied.

"Good, enjoy," said Mr. Cromwell, merrily. Her father kissed her on her forehead and bid her goodbye.

"So..." Greg started and move closer to her. Your father likes me, huh? Don't you think?" he asked.

But Athena just rolled her eyes again. "You asked too much. Now, where's your car?" she asked and crossed her arms.

'Remember Athena, no strings attached,' she reminded herself.

Greg then presses his car key. His car light blinks and she followed it. Greg opens the door in the passenger seat and offers it to her. He then turned to the other side and is seated in the driver's seat.

"So, where are you taking me for lunch?" she asked.

Greg sat straight and face her. He pressed a button near the car navigation screen and the car window darkened.

Athena can't help herself got amazed by it. No wonder why he's Richy rich. He got all the advanced tech.

"Don't tell me you're planning...to do it here?" she asked, partly laughing.

"Why not?" he said and pulled her close to him. "And I found you sexy and hot. And I've been holding myself since I saw you inside that room."

Suddenly a heat aroused from her body. Greg carried her and let her be seated on his lap.

Athena positioned herself on Greg's lap. She parted her legs and Greg planted soft kisses on her neck, while his hands were traveling from her back down to her thighs.

She can't help herself not to moan. Suddenly, Greg's lips met hers and they share a hot and intimidating kiss. He enters his tongue on hers and savors what's inside.

His hands trailed up, trying to pull off her blouse, and he succeeded. He unclasped her brassiere and started to savor as he twirls his tongue around her tip. She took a grip on his hair and disheveled it. Her pile tampered his face. Still, mouth on its tip, left and right. Savoring it continuously.

He pulled her closer as he unzipped his pants and pull them halfway. She then pulled up her skirt and took off her undies. She gasped when his cock stood firm and proud.

She sat in the passenger seat and hold his cock and started to stroke it up and down. Greg closes his eyes and leans his head on the headrest and let out a soft moan.

"That's it, baby. Hmmm..."

She continued to stroke it and make it swift. He groaned and took a grip on her hair when she put it inside her mouth. The man cursed.

She continued stroking it using her mouth... savoring every bit of it. He roared loud as she swirls her tongue from its tip down to his proms.

"Fuck!" he cursed.

When she gauged the amount of pleasure she gave, with one swift move, they collided. They roared wild, ablaze, shivering, and reaching the peak. She adjusted herself before she starts riding him back and forth, up and down, and into a circular motion.

Greg put his two palms on her pile, kneading it circularly. He tweaked her tips which makes her body arch. He rests his palms on her back as he sucked its tips.

She convulsed as they reached the climax and let out a long deep moan. She felt his juices being spitted inside her mound. Suddenly, Greg then reaches for her left tip and sipped it.

After a sweet and wild collision, they've been catching their breath, hearing nothing but themselves, heavily panting.

Athena closes her eyes, still hugging him. She smiled. She can't believe that they did it inside a car, and she can't believe herself doing such a daring and wild play. Pretty sure, she gave him a great time of delight.