Chapter 3 Enigmatic People

Jordano Mackenzie

I wiggle my glass from side to side, the hangover rumbling through my head. When he drank, he was not the same as always; I became an inveterate maniac, capable of committing crazy things like offering money to unknown women for sex. But the week before, it hadn't worked.

"Jordano, it's okay, the trick of paying the bill shouldn't always work," Erick tells me, holding back a mocking smile.

"We both know that it wasn't right, and that she's beautiful. Why did she reject me? Her count was four hundred, not thirty or forty. Four hundred! Incredible. "

"You don't always achieve that success. By the way, where did that little woman come from? She was beautiful! If I had known I wasn't going to accept you, I would have thrown myself bluntly," Erick drinks from his glass, smiling sarcastically.

"Of course not. You're committed, you can't do those things. I, on the other hand, am single. I will never marry; I am not going to give up the pleasure that a woman represents just because of an engagement. That's madness" I drink the rest of my glass in one sip.

"Are you calling me crazy?"

"No, or take it as you like," I reply, maintaining my haughtiness, while the image of that brunette with brown eyes and a beautiful body did not leave my mind. "Maybe I refused to accept his rejection, but what did it matter? There were many women interested in money and in this body, all with the same goal."

I turn my large armchair and take in the views from my window. Erick approaches with the bottle and pours me another drink. I realize that I am practically the owner of the city: I have a dozen companies, money to spare, size and presence. Any woman would fall at my feet; sincere love did not interest me.

"Cheers!" He slapped his glass against mine.

"Cheers, friend! For next weekend."

We drank again. Erick left my office, and an hour later, I was back to focusing on my computer, going through different machine designs for next month's business. Everything was perfect, but she, damn it! Ariadna Thompson continued to occupy my mind. I had never been rejected by a woman before. More than a week had passed, and his memory lingered, even though he had barely exchanged a couple of words with her. But that would be cured with another.

And as if I were invoking the cure, the door of my office rang. He recognized those touches, so I just gave the order for him to come in. At that moment, long and contoured legs appear in my office, followed by a sculptural body, wavy blonde hair down to the waist, prominent breasts and red lips that incite passion.

"Alexandra! Honey, what brings you here?" I got up from my chair, biting my lips. The question was always superfluous; The millionaire shareholder not only came in a business plan, but she was also here with a purpose.

"My dear Jordano," she surrounds me, activating all my senses. Her body emanated a delicious aroma. She approaches me and gives me a kiss on the cheek that brushes the corner of my mouth. Damn inciter! "I have bought the conditions for our next contract."

"Sit down, my dear, please," I point to the chair in front of the desk. She put her bag aside and crossed her legs, those magnificent legs that made me lose control.

Alexandra sighs and pulls her hair to the side, leaving me within reach of her beautiful cleavage and her raised breasts.

"I've missed you, Jordano, and before I sign, I want a drink and let's talk about something... "Rich," she declared, and her seductive voice made my skin crawl. I poured her a glass and handed it to her. She begins to drink, running her tongue over the edge, and I feel my crotch burn. My bundle rises in her presence, and she already knows that everything is ready.

She holds out her hand to me, and like a fool, I take it. I approach her, and Alexandra opens her mouth and purrs.

"Hum, that's delicious," she whispers, and her gaze is provocative. Just as she is about to approach, a knock on my office door interrupts the moment, and my erection fades away.

"Who is it?" I shouted, irritated.

"Sir, I'm Chloe. There's a woman here who is looking for you insistently, but... she does not have an appointment."

I tuck the bulge into my pants and smile at my beautiful partner.

"Forgive me, honey, but there are people who don't have the slightest scruples about making an appointment to come and see me," I approach Alexandra, take her chin and peck her lips, then run my tongue over her. "I'll be back."

Alexandra snorts and pinches my crotch. I settle down and leave my office to meet the impertinent woman who has just ruined my afternoon.

I leave and go to the waiting room. My heart stops immediately. What is that woman doing here? And in those faces? I approach her and look at her up and down.

"Ariadna Thompson?"

The woman's cheeks caught fire, and she swallowed hard and seemed to see a ghost. I, on the other hand, was glad to see her, but I was immediately confused, and not because she seemed ugly to me; I was drunk that day at the bar, and I didn't appreciate her as she really was. Now, sober in front of me, was a really beautiful woman.

"It is... Mr. Mackenzie," she took a deep breath. "I have come to speak with you, but your secretary has told me that you are busy. If you want, I can come back another day."

She gets up from her seat threatening to leave and in a desperate attempt, I approach and stop her.

"No, wait twenty minutes and I'll keep you going."

"Thank you very much," she murmurs slightly.

I nod my head and head straight to my office. There is Alexandra, naked, lying on my leather sofa, with a tiny satin fabric covering her body. I remain static.

"Alexandra, wow, what are you doing?"

"Waiting for you, we have pending, darling."

I shook my head and began to pick up all his clothes subtly. I approach and hand it to her.

"Get dressed, please. You must leave immediately."

"What?" Alexandra stands up, completely confused. It was the first time I had rejected her in that way, but I had something pending.

"Please." I turn to my desk and take a deep breath so as not to be consumed by temptation.

Alexandra begins to dress while repeating a number of expletives against me. I ignore her words and adjust my time. In the end, I know I can have it whenever I feel like it; A nuisance day won't be a problem.

"Explain to me, Jordano, what's going on?" She tells me, as she adjusts the last button of her shirt and confronts me.

"I have a pending, I'm sorry. Can you go out, please? Don't call me, I'll call you," she raised her eyebrow.

Alexandra clenches her fists and grimaces, takes her briefcase and leaves my office like a soul carried by the devil. I look around, making sure everything is in order, and pick up the phone.

"Chloe, tell Miss Ariadna that she can come in."

"Very well, doctor."

For some stupid reason, I start to feel nervous, but I clear my throat and the door opens.

"Go on, Ariadna, please."

The woman, visibly embarrassed, enters with shuffling steps and lowered eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mackenzie. Thank you for attending to me."

"Sit down, please." Ariadna is a young, beautiful girl, with a white complexion, a sad look, an impressive body and exceptional energy. She sits across from me and clears her throat.

"I don't take up much of your time, I've only come to pay the debt that was outstanding in the bar. She takes out an envelope from her bag and spreads it out on my desk. I receive it and realize that it contains a number of small denomination bills. I don't count them, I just turn the envelope back to her."

"No need, Ariadna. However, I want to offer you an apology for that night; I was just drunk. "I'm lying, because I'm like that all the time, I always want to be with the woman I like." But I don't want to look bad in front of her.

"Take the payment, please... It's just that I don't like to have debts. " She lowers her gaze, and I get the feeling that she didn't come precisely to pay me the money; it seems to be looking for something else, and I have to find out.

"You will not owe me for those four hundred; Take them, that's okay. Is something wrong with you?"

Ariadna lifts her head, and when she looks at me, her cheeks burst into a deep red. It remains static.

"Sir," she takes a breath, "Mr. Mackenzie, I have come because I want to..." she clears her throat.

"Yes?" I cross my legs and put my hand on the desk, moving my fingers to calm my anxiety.

"I want you to reformulate your proposal for me," she blurts out without further ado.

The word "proposal" resonated in my mind like a beautiful sound that excited me, and my expression changed. I looked at her with lust; At that moment, I wanted to take advantage of their obvious needs.

"Are you sure?" She asked decisively. If she didn't beat around the bush, neither would I.

She nods and holds up her finger.

"Although there is a condition, sir."

I roll my eyes. No woman set conditions, least of all me, Jordano Mackenzie.

"What condition?" I ask, hinting at my anger.

She gets up from her seat, clutching her hands nervously.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come."

Before I can run away, I quickly get up and grab her arm. I stay so close that I feel like I inhale its own air, and I swallow whole. She's making me nervous; It makes me feel something.

"Don't go. Tell me what the condition is."

Ariadna's lips trembled, and her eyelids seemed to have movement of their own. However, I breathe as if the air gives her the strength to speak and she snorts

"The condition is that you don't be so rude to me, please, and that you pay me a thousand. And it must be in writing."

I let go of it immediately and take two steps back. Rudeness? Contract? Two words I didn't know, because I'm fascinated by rough sex and one-night stands.