Genius: The Accountant

Beau

Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay or he was an asshole. Or both.

Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost, hermit virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to, to help rid her off of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut chick. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it at prom night these days.

She was not that pretty and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn't want a hot hunk to ride?

And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she wanted to meet someone from a social media platform. And discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one.

She wanted it on her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the place, so to speak.

The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising. She hoped.

She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passable pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress. Specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It accentuated her round bust, tiny waist, flat midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait.

Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn't chicken out.

With her eyes counting the luminous stickers in her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put on a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing.

When she looked down, he was done, coming in the rubber. She kicked him out of her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again.

She had better things to do. Which she did.

In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been more proud of herself. Practicing freelance employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago.

At twenty-three, single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps. Maybe. She can have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in relationships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not?

She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think!

She knew it was a bit cold-blooded to use a man, but again, why not? Men had been using women for the same purpose.

Shit! Enough of the sappy mood. She needed a man. Specifically, a cock. And ultimately a sperm donor. And she desperately needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm she had only read in novels. She hoped it will happen tonight while she was ovulating. Or she will have to do this all over again next month.

She swept a swift glance around the dimly lit interior. Nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned her attention to the cute bartender.

"Another drink, Ms.?" His interest in her was noted. He had been flirting on and off since she came in. Giving him a thin smile, she nodded.

"Dry martini, please." She hardly drank but she needed courage. Not with the bartender, with whoever will catch her fancy tonight.

So it would not be mistaken the interest was mutual, she turned her scrutiny to the dimly lit interior once more.

The place was packed. Men in casual. Women barely dress with come hither looks. Some grinding on the dance floor. Some have chosen partners for the evening. Good for them.

Beau was about to order another drink when someone caught her attention near the entrance. Her jaw dropped and she blinked. Hot damn! He looked like a god. All arrogant confidence like he owned the world.

Very tall and heavily muscled under his black Armani. His perfectly tailored suit fitted his perfect physique, molding his thighs, his tapered abdomen to his wide chest, and broad shoulders. Her widened eyes reached his chiseled jaw, well-defined nose, and sharp gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath. Awareness flickered her suddenly sensitized skin. He was so freakishly beautifully attractive, he took her breath away.

She didn't realize she was blatantly eye-fucking him until their eyes collided across the room. For a moment, people around them faded and it was just the two of them. His dark gray orbs had a hard glint in them. His tightly clenched jaw was ticking. Her cheeks burned from humiliation. He caught her looking at him boldly and he doesn't like it one bit. His displeasure reaching her across the room.

The first man she was totally attracted to and he doesn't want her. What the hell! Life was so unfair. Who was she kidding? The Adonis can have any woman he wanted. Men like him only had to crook his finger and women will come to him crawling on their knees. And it was obviously not for her. She was not that desperate. Yet.

She decided to stay a few more minutes and go home. It was a stupid stupid idea anyway. She wasted two weekends instead of earning more money.

Yes. It was time to move on and forget the hot crazy attraction she felt for the man. If only. She mentally shook her head and her chin firmed.

Licking her wounds --her pride was wounded-- she went to the dark corner of the dance floor instead, near the exit sign. She knew about saving face. One dance and she will kiss this place goodbye.

Enjoying the beat of the music, she indulged. Eyes closed, hips swaying. His face kept popping in her head. God! Go away.

She tried to think of other things and distract herself to avoid looking at him again. It was useless. She really wanted that man. Seriously. There was a throbbing need inside of her she couldn't forget. Her thighs clenched unconsciously. She knew she was moist down there.

The music was about to end and she had made up her mind to go home. She gasped audibly when her back was pulled to a harder frame, strong hands surrounded her swaying hips guiding her rhythm. Her whole body stiffened, she was about to give him a piece of her mind. Nobody touches her without her consent. Hot air tickled her skin and the man behind her bent his head to kiss her neck. Then lick it. She shivered.

"Are you dancing for me, moya lyubov?" He murmured, cruising his lips on her heated skin. Oh, God! It's him. She knew it was him. She didn't have to turn her head to look at him. She had no idea why but she was sure. "Hmm..cat got your tongue, baby?"

Confidence Beau. This was her only chance to get laid. To him, no less. She cleared her throat. "What if I am? Dancing for you."

Her voice came out breathless. He pulled her closer until she felt his hard length grinding above her tail bone. She responded by gyrating her hips. He cursed something in a foreign language, then he groaned. Good. He was affected as well.

"Fuck! I want you." His voice was gruff with arousal. To give them a bit of privacy, he pulled her deeper into a dark corner. She faced him this time. With no space between them, he looked down at her, searching her eyes. His were still glinting hard, however, it was also filled with lust.

Tentatively, she laced her arms on his nape pulling him down, he was tall even with her heels. He must have caught on to what she wanted because he cupped her ass in his hands to pull her up, molding their bodies before crushing his lips to hers with hunger. He swallowed her moan, plunging his tongue deep. Exploring her taste. She savored him as well. Sucking his tongue. Tasting a hint of vodka. He was delicious. Headier than any Martini.

He responded to her ardor by rubbing his rod on her tummy while he kept on massaging her hips and ass. The hot kiss went on and on until they both had to separate to breathe. Both panting heavily, chest heaving, her breasts riding below his hard chest, still glued together, no plans to separate until their desire for each other was fulfilled.

"I..." clearing her cloggy throat, she continued. "I want you." Her voice was a whisper but he heard her.

"We can..." She was about to say they can go somewhere private. He shook his head. Did he change his mind? He must have seen the disappointment in her eyes because his look softened.

"Not here, detka. My hotel. I want to fuck you all night. And I don't want anyone else to see your delectable body." God! The way he talked. She nodded her head, aware her cheeks were flaming. Thank god, the lights were dimmed. It was not the time to be missish.

To her surprise, he hefted her in his massive arms, carrying her to the back exit of the bar. He knew what he was doing. It was weird to trust him but her instincts do.

Ignoring the hungry gazes of women, she held onto his neck, nuzzling her cheek on his broad chest. She guessed she hit the jackpot tonight. Sorry, bitches.

The chill in the air caressed her skin, she shivered, he held her closer, sharing his body heat. Beau closed her eyes, savoring his strength.

He barked orders in Russian. Immediately, a car door opened for them and he deposited her gently on the black leather seat, following her immediately inside, pulling her closer to his body.

"Close the panel, Dmitry." Again, his voice was so commanding and deep, she shuddered in anticipation. He must have caught on because he pulled her astride his lap, her legs spread on each side.

"Oh, god!" The short dress she was wearing was folded up to her hips, which he took advantage of by kneading her buttocks covered in thin silk red lace thongs, the front was no better. His thick length, covered by his pants was molded to her wet panties which haphazardly covered her slit.

"My name's Dominic, baby. Scream my name when you cum." Since they were now private, the kiss they shared was unfettered. Hungrier. More desperate. He nibbled her lips, plunging his tongue, sweeping the crevice of her mouth. His hands were not idle either. He showed her how to ride his length even though they were still fully clothed. It went on and on. Making her lose her mind.

She protested when he lifted his mouth. "We are here, baby." He smirked, noticing her cheeks colored. She hasn't even realized they had reached the hotel.

He exited first, showing he was a gentleman, he assisted her from the car. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, he swept her in his arms again. Ignoring the patrons around them and didn't even stop at the receptionist, going straight to a private elevator, where a man in all black held the door open for them.

Three men followed them inside making her nervous. Shit! She hoped she didn't make a mistake. She does not want anyone else, just him. He must have read her expression, his face hardened.

"I will never hurt you nor share you with anyone, moya lyubov. You are mine and mine alone." There was a fire in his dark gray eyes that had spoken the truth. She smiled faintly at him, letting him know she trusted him, it was as crazy as it sounded.

The ding on the elevator informed her they were on his floor. His men held the doors open for them yet they didn't follow. Dominic carried her to the only set of double doors on the floor. The place looked like a penthouse. His men bowed their heads, leaving them alone.

Dominic adjusted her in his arms so he can place his palm on a scanner, giving them entry to his suite.

He walked directly to his elegant bedroom with a masculine interior. She never got the chance to admire the suite.

-God! This is it.-

Her mind was made up. Even if she did, the man holding her possessively will not let her run away until he had slaked both their lust.

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Mature Content 18+

Explicit Sexual Scenes and language

Beau

Oh, God! She was really losing her virginity tonight. And she had picked a living and breathing Adonis to do the job.

He carried her to his mammoth bed with ease, as if she weighed nothing. Her dark brown eyes were hazy with lust as she kept on observing him.

Dominic was devastatingly magnificent. He held himself with confidence, an air of dominance surrounded him which excited her even more.

He tossed her on his bed playfully and she had to smother her squeal of surprise. He chuckled deeply, his whole countenance changed, making the hard planes of his face soften. Lips curving with amusement, he watched her with his gleaming dark gray eyes.

Her bravado left her at once. Should she tell him?

She couldn't do it. He might bulk and kick her out of his room if he knew. She knew men like him have no use for inexperienced virgins. She just had to act like she knew what she was doing so it wouldn't be too obvious and tried to recall the smut chapters she read from her books to guide her.

Dominic stared at her hungrily and he began to undress. Shrugging his coat, his tie, and his dress shirt. God! He was a fine specimen of a man. All hard plane muscles, broad chest, and shoulders with washboard abs.

Should she follow his lead? She was about to get up and stopped when he shook his head.

"No. Let me." His voice was thick, gravelly. She clenched her thighs, his eyes narrowed to her wet crotch. With urgency, he toed off his shoes followed by his pants, leaving him in black silk boxers which kept his thick arousal hidden for the time being.

Beau licked her lips, her eyes caressing his chest, peppered with dark hair leading down to his 6 pack and his defined V. "You look beautiful, Dominic." She whispered in awe. Committing what she was discovering to memory.

"You are the one that is beautiful, baby." He murmured, his dark eyes never leaving her form.

When he finally removed his boxers, she gulped. Shit! It wouldn't fit. It was long and thick. The veins were throbbing on the body that was as thick as her wrist, maybe thicker and the head was swollen, angry red with clear moisture at the slit. "You have never seen a cock?" His brow was arched, he looked puzzled by her reaction.

"I...um...I have..." Her voice was so small, she could barely hear herself. Dominic fisted his cock before her, it swelled even more. He pierced her with his narrow-eyed stare.

"I don't want to hear about your previous lovers. From now on, your pussy belongs to me. No one else." She trembled from his possessiveness. His tone was harsh yet his touch was gentle, his warm hands on her ankles, removing her shoes, he massaged the ache in her heels, earning a moan of relief from her.

With the grace of a panther, he crawled on top of her, parted her leg to give him room to play. Reaching for the hem of her dress, he pulled it off of her slowly, unveiling every inch of her body. She was not wearing a bra, her dress has cups sewn on it.

She could feel his hot breath blowing on her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She grew very conscious in her lacy underwear, while he sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at her breasts with barely leashed hunger. Her light brown nipples were pebbled in anticipation. "Fuck! You are gorgeous, baby!"

Dominic's hand trembled as he released her hair from its chignon, replacing it with his fingers, tilting her head towards him so he can ravage her lips. They both groan. She responded with lust, learning from him. Her hands kneaded the bunching muscles on his back, caressing his smooth skin. Growing bolder, she reached for his taut ass to feel more of him. He humped heavily and firmly on her thinly covered slit.

"Dominic..." She arched her neck, pleading for further intimacy.

"Not yet, detka. Let me taste every inch of you before I fuck you." God! It made her want him more when he speaks in his native tongue the endearment he has picked for her.

As he promised, he began to lick her neck, nipping and sucking the skin, leaving red-purple marks. His dark soft locks become her purchase as she offered herself to him. Her blunt nails scrape his scalp and he groaned.

Dominic transferred his ministrations to her heaving breasts, his hot tongue mapping the valley in between, tracing, licking, and kissing towards her left nipple, without warning he swooped down, engulfing the pebbled tip. She arched her back, moaning deeply and he sucked hungrily, nibbling gently before soothing the sting away with his wet tongue. He gave her other nipple the same attention while rolling the other one with his thumb and forefinger.

His free hand went to her pussy, caressing her wet slit through her panties. Too much. She felt like bursting.

"Fuck, Dominic!" Barely aware she was rubbing her wet pussy on his rough fingers, seeking relief. He growled, moving down to her navel, making her squirm as he licked her belly button. His teeth nibbling on her skin.

"What are you doing?" She looked down in panic.

"Let me taste your juices, baby." He answered before going back to his fascination.

"No!" Completely ignoring her, he parted her thighs wider, leaning down to bury his face in her cloth-covered vagina. His tongue darted out, running the wet appendage from top to bottom, groaning at her taste.

"Yes, detka. Your juices taste so good." Dominic's patience left him altogether. With one flick of his wrist, he tore her panties from her hips. Leaving her completely bare for his lust. He licked her creamy moisture right from the source, humming in approval. She cried out his name. Almost insane with need. "Look at me while I feast on your pussy. I want to see you come."

The dirty words coming from him were an aphrodisiac in itself. Heavy lidded, she glanced down at him, panting, legs quivering. He was eating her cunny like a starving man, the deep throaty sounds he made brought vibrations. As his dark eyes connected to her, his rough fingers parted her mounds, giving her clit full access that he took advantage of right away, circling his tongue on the bundle of nerves, suckling gently then gradually adding pressure.

With her legs widely spread by his massive shoulders, there was nothing she could do but received the unbelievable pleasure. The room echoed her moan and she began to fuck his mouth. Feeling him insert his thick middle finger in her wet slit while sucking on her clit made her undulate her hips. She knew she couldn't take it anymore.

Grinding her wet pussy on his face, for the first time in her life, not with her fingers, she came hard, screaming his name. Her tight walls contracted on his finger, her juices flowing, he lapped eagerly, giving her small orgasms. Fuck! She never knew it could be like this. It was her first real orgasm ever.

"Dominic...I need you inside me. Please." She didn't care if she begged. She wanted the whole experience that for her could last a lifetime.

His curses filled the room letting her know his about to give her what she wanted. The position he arranged her made her comfortable, with the back of her on his soft pillows, it will let her see how he would take her. With eagerness in her brown eyes, she watched him, panting and breathing heavily.

He rocked his hips, sawing his thick length on her pussy, coating him with her cum.

"Watch me while I take you, detka!" He growled. He was big. -Be gentle, please.- She felt the swollen head nudge her tiny slit. It took a moment but it popped inside. It was a good thing she was so wet or it would not be easy.

"Fuck! Your pussy is so tight, angel." He closed his eyes in agony, fighting for control. She took a deep breath trying to relax, her hands balled into fists on the satin sheets.

Dominic reached down to play with her clit, her muscles relaxed a bit. He thrust forcefully, sinking more than half of his thick length inside her. Hot tears flowed from her, she bit her lips to keep from sobbing. Shit! It was painful. It felt like he was tearing her in two.

"Baby. Look at me." She wasn't even aware her eyes were shut, blinking her tears, she gazed at him. Afraid of his reaction.

"I..." sniffed, "I'm sorry Dominic." Christ! What could she say? He was just so big, she couldn't help but contract around him, he swore savagely when unconsciously more of his length entered her untried walls.

"Don't do that." He commanded through gritted teeth. She stiffened, not moving. "Breathe, love. You should have told me. I would have prepared you more. I'm sorry, detka. I will be gentle."

Dominic leaned down to kiss her gently. His elbows propped on either side of her head. Gripping his biceps, letting him soothe her, she returned his kiss. Thanking him without words.

The pain inside her slowly ebbed, letting her feel his throbbing cock inside her. Trying to distract her, he returned his mouth on her nipples sucking her anew. She squirmed. Seeking more. He understood and he began to thrust slowly, her legs wrapped around him instinctively. Loving the friction, the swollen head hitting a spot inside her, her body bowed, eager for completion on his big cock.

Placing her calves on his shoulders, he began to fuck her balls deep. Rocking her world. She felt full to the brim. And she was stretched to the limits. The sensitive fleshy spot inside her tingled.

"Dominic...oh god! Deeper!" He groaned in excitement, grabbing her ass he taught her how to meet his thrusts. The head bunched, it kept on hitting her womb, he trumped his thumb on her wet clit making her crazy.

"Fuck, yes! Come on my cock, detka! Now!" She whined and her sobs filled the room together with the wet slapping sounds of their sex. He lay almost flat on top of her, her small frame bent in half as he penetrated her even harder, deeper. She cried out, bursting from inside out. Her orgasm unraveled, from the tips of her hair to every inch of her skin. Her whole body quivered and her walls contracted rhythmically, milking him, seeking his semen.

While he held her inner thighs further apart, he arched his back, roaring his pleasure, filling her with his hot seed that triggered another orgasm from her at the pressure of his swollen cock. It seemed that both of them couldn't stop coming. The pleasure coursing through their bodies was so intense. The moans coming out of her as she kept on undulating her hips pleased him a lot.

Gasping for air, her legs slackened and she released his hips. He laid panting on top of her, still trying to recover. She felt tired and very very satisfied.

Suddenly conscious of his weight, murmuring in a foreign tongue, he moved to the side bringing her body on top of his instead.

They were still joined and he was still throbbing hard inside of her. She guessed they were just catching their breaths. They were far from over. The night was young and there was more to explore. She was a game if he was.

He was pressing kisses on her hair, her temple, and her neck, humming at her scent.

She puffed hot air on his chest, still out of breath and her heart was thumping hard. It was the single most exhilarating experience of her life. More than she could ever imagine.

"Dominic?"

"Hmm...baby?"

"Do you think we can do it again?" His deep chuckle vibrated on his chest, her nose wrinkled. His chest hair tickled.

"Yes. I am just giving your pussy time to recover. You were a virgin, my love." She could hear the underlying chide in his words.

Her elbows propped on his chest and she gave him a beaming smile. He blinked and blinked again. The smile he gave her almost made her heart stop.

With practiced ease, he guided her on top of him astride, it made his thick cock bury deeper inside her. They both cried out at the sensation.

"Shit! You are deeper, Dominic." She gasped and began to ride him. He gripped her ass, guiding her clumsy rhythm. In this position, she could watch how much pleasure she gave him. With gritted teeth, face graven and jaw clenched, fighting for control, he let her ride him. His head thrown back at the pillows, eyes shut.

"Fuck! I am going to ride your pussy and fill it with cum until you couldn't walk tomorrow. Again and again." His wild accent, his harsh deep growls, and his seductive words, his hands on her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples triggered another intense orgasm for her. Wailing, she came for him. Yes!

-Yes. Love me all night.-

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Beau

There! She had done it. Mission accomplished. She had set her goal and followed through it. With flying colors. Several times.

Wincing at the soreness she felt in between her raw thighs, every muscle in her body protesting, she tiptoed out of the suite, carrying her Manolos.

It was six in the morning, the sun has not come out to kiss the horizon, yet she was sneaking out of a man's room like a burglar. Why couldn't she be like any normal girl? A rhetorical question.

She could have woken up beside the guy she had sex with the whole night and maybe enjoyed breakfast with him. She was escaping instead.

-You know why.-

-But the guy is just so yummy!-

-Then that is a hell of a reason to move your ass out there.-

-You are right.-

Shit! Why was she having a debate with her conscience? That, she knew the answer.

Beau was sparing herself from the humiliation she would surely feel when he kicked her out of his room. That was why. One-night stands had not changed their meaning. It was fuck. And go. No clingy goodbyes. No promises.

Plus, she had other more important reasons.

She grimaced. It was virtually impossible to get out of his arms. He fell on top of her after the umpteenth time of sex, both of them drained, unable to move. She had nearly fallen asleep, thanked God she didn't succumb to exhaustion. She realized it was dawn and she needed to hightail it before he woke up.

With a heavy heart and after gazing at his perfectly carved physique to store in her memories for those lonely nights, she donned her wrinkled dress, sans the underwear. She didn't even know where it was and she had resigned to go commando for the time being.

She leaned to kiss his cheek softly. Thanking him for the most wonderful evening of her life. He stirred a bit but didn't wake up. He hugged the pillow that has her scent on it. She smiled, wistful. Wishing she could stay. But no. She wouldn't. Life was already so much complicated as it was. She does not need to add him to the mix.

The elevator ride she took to bring her down to the first floor of the hotel made her jittery. Aching to go back to him. She sniffed. She wasn't even aware she was crying.

Her bare feet didn't make a sound on the sheening marble tiles at the elegant lobby. She must really look a sight with her disheveled hair, swollen lips, and state of dress. Blushing scarlet, trying to pat her hair to tame it. She must have had a fucked-all-night-look because the employees were staring at her in shock.

Exiting the five-star hotel, her heart grew heavier. She didn't know why but her feet were trying to drag her back inside. She can't. Knew well of the rules. One-night stand. No strings attached. Besides, men like him had girlfriends and mistresses in abundance. He may even be married.

Feeling her eyes filled with tears, she took a deep breath. How could she be so stupid? She had resigned herself that she could be pregnant. She had wanted it. However, having sex with a married man should have been out of the question.

-He doesn't have a wedding band, Beau.-

She squinted her eyes, trying to think. Yeah. He didn't have one. She relaxed a bit. Nevertheless, she wouldn't go back no matter how much she wanted him inside her again. Besides, he was a foreigner. A Russian. She was sure he will be gone in a few days. And she would never see him again. The thought dampened her mood even further.

***

She just couldn't believe she cried all the way from the hotel. Now, her eyes were swollen and she was breathing through her mouth. Perfect!

She sank deeper in her tub, savoring the warm water and she felt her sore muscles relax. The soreness in her genitals was still a bit uncomfortable. A reminder of him. She sighed. He will always be but a distant memory. If she got pregnant then she would be the happiest woman in the world.

Beau's eyes felt heavy. Feeling the exhaustion from the strenuous activities last night and the early hours of the morning. She lost count on how many times they did it.

She had better take a much-needed nap and later talked to Lily.

The familiar ringtone blasting at a distance --probably from her living room-- jerked her awake from her sleep. She glowered in annoyance. The water was cold and she was all wrinkly. The stopper was removed to drain the tub before she wore her cozy bathrobe.

She reached for the Bluetooth device, which was connected to her secure server that also had her cell phone attached to it.

"Hello, Beauty Grace, " she rolled her eyes, however, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's British robotic accent.

"It's Beau."

"Heavy sigh."

"What is new, Lil?"

"The Marcelinos wants your expertise again. Looking for the file."

"They are boring, Lil. Anybody else?"

"Another heavy sigh." Beau grinned. " The Marcelinos are willing to pay double. I suggest you take it, Beauty Grace."

"Ok. I'll take it. I must warn you though I will be done in a day or two so you must find me another one."

"Grinning at my best friend. I will. This time I will make it more complicated. Oh and, one of the clients wants to meet B. G. Anderson."

"Not a good idea, Lil. I don't want conflict. And they don't know who I really am. I want it that way."

"I agree with you, Beauty Grace. Take care. Sending the file to a secure server. Dropping call."

That went well. Usually, Lily will torture her with an endless sermon about the merits of life. It was Beau's turn to exhale heavily when the call ended.

She missed Lily. They grew up together in an orphanage and had always watched each other's backs. Her best friend was deaf and mute, the main reason Beau was fiercely protective of her and the fact that Lily was the only one that knew her secret. The only family she had.

Having been diagnosed with IQ autism 360 had been a burden. A nightmare concealed and suppressed. She didn't want to be considered a freak of nature. And she sure as hell didn't want to have been experimented on in a government facility. Moreover, she didn't want to lose Lily.

By the age of seven, she was already teaching Lily the universal sign language. She had memorized and solved every math equations there was. Her mind was constantly at work. Brainwaves always restless and churning with equations and puzzles and out of this world's ideas. Only Lily kept her anchored. She learned how to pace herself so her best friend could keep up.

The pretense of not knowing more than what was taught at her age had taken its toll when she was ten years old.

She just needed more. First, she had decided she needed books, mostly in foreign languages. Mostly, unsolved math equations by geniuses. But she would need money for that. She begged Mrs. Anderson, their foster parent to let her bake some goodies and sell them from house to house. Thank God the crack addict agreed with a commission.

In secret, she studied, her knowledge broadened. Her skills strengthened. She learned 40 languages, including old Latin and Hebrew. Got her own computer from the money she and Lily had scraped and saved from selling goodies.

By then, Beau decided to create her website with untraceable IP. Her expertise in Math soon gave her the ability to manage financial reports. Complicated, mind-boggling, brain-twisting investment, and expenditures. She analyzed transactions, cross-reference any minute detail in each data. The only setback was she was underage at that time, no legal company would employ an accountant at her tender age.

The obvious solution was to dig deeper into the dark web. There, she found clients that will look the other way as long as she managed their books and investments. In return, they filled her prepaid cards after each contract. No questions asked.

Because there was a steady flow of cash, she was able to support Lily's studies. She had to go to a special school and Beau had no problem with shouldering her expenses.

Due to advanced learning, at fourteen, she graduated high school. Went to Berkeley at fifteen and graduated Suma Cum Laude at 19 with a Bachelor's Degree in Finance and Accounting. And she had her Master's and Doctorate the same year. At 20, she owned her own business and she was her own boss.

Her sister by heart Lily became a Special Education teacher, fell in love with Adam then moved to England.

Beau was happy Lily found love and remained her best friend. Up to now, still working as her part-time secretary. Lily was the only person she could trust with her life.

If her clients and their men would actually know who she was. She knew she would have a lot of enemies.

***

Five days of routine. Five days of restlessness. Five days of hell.

When she told Lily she would finish the books in 24 hours, what she meant was within six hours. The financial analysis was submitted a few minutes after. Good luck to whoever was stealing from the coffers.

Shaking her head, she went back to cleaning her quaint cottage. Located on the outskirts of the city, all she can hear were cicadas singing in the stillness of the evening.

God! She had been doing the same thing for five fucking days, the place was so squeaky clean, bordering on sterile, she could sleep on the kitchen floor naked and would not be contaminated with any type of bacteria.

-Great fucking analogy.-

She bet Dominic would love to see that.

"Shit!" Where did that thought come from? She can't. Not with him. Tears will flow once more if she kept on thinking of him. She wouldn't do that to herself. It was an absurd infatuation leading nowhere. She just couldn't. And even if it was possible, she would not bring trouble to his doorstep.

Because if there was something she was sure of, her middle name was trouble.

She had plummeted into the unknown. For the first time in her genius life, she didn't know the equation she needed to apply for her to come up with the correct solution to her situation.

There was no denying it. For a genius, she was quite idiotically stupid to the highest degree.

She, Beau Anderson, had fallen. In more ways than one.

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"Hey, Lily Billy. Wassup?"

"Rolling my eyes from your silliness." Beau smiled despite her melancholy.

"I know you love me."

"I wish I didn't. Shakes my head. I found you a legit client."

The Beau System she had invented from scratch was more advanced than China's Wuxi. Her computer can perform around 200,000 trillion calculations per second. And she could climb any secure server known to man.

It was twice as fast and three times as efficient that it can surpass any software in the world.

She bet Pentagon would love to get their hands on her baby. Too bad they couldn't. Her invention was deeply ensconced in her brain, they had to kill her and dissect it to have the smallest possibility to know how it was built.

If her next invention will pull through, she will be able to hear Lily's voice or give her a true voice, the one that will come from her vocal cords.

"Beauty Grace. Tapping my fingers."

"Eh...still here, Lil."

"The client? Heavy sigh."

"Ok. Legit you say? The name of the company?"

"DV Corporation. Owner of hotels, restaurants, resorts, and casinos. They also own various shipping companies. Last I checked they are earning billions in profits for the last three decades. In Euros. The accounting head has noticed discrepancies for the last two weeks. The difference is 200 million in Euros. You know the guy. He was a colleague of yours. Daniel."

"Wow. If the initial computation came from that dickhead, then he is a mess. When will I receive the data?"

"Shaking my head at your language. The twins are playing in the background. There is a catch." She wished she could hear her and the twins' noise in the background. She smiled at the thought.

"The client wants to meet the accountant and work from their main office. Cringing. Waiting for response."

"You know I don't do that, Lil."

"You want legit and this is how legit works. Banging my head on the table with your stubbornness."

"I know... it's just that..." Dare she?

"Please. For me? I worry about you. Blinking back tears. You need to go out."

If only Lily knew.

"Don't you dare cry, Lil. You know I hate it."

"Sniffing. Kids are embracing me."

Lily had her there. Damn!

"You are not playing fair, Lily. I am mad at you. My lips are pouting and I am pulling out my hair."

"Laughing hard. I know you love me and your nieces. That is why you are going to do this and stop working for your dubious clients. Besides, they will pay you double. They just want the report like yesterday. You are the only one who can do it."

"Ok. You win. When?"

"Triumphant smile. Monday at 9 am. DV Corporation Main Building, edge of the financial square in Union Street. Make mama proud. Smirking."

"Yeah. Yeah. Miss you and girls, Lil."

"We miss you too. Sober. Sad face. I wish you could visit."

"I can't do that. I won't risk putting you and my nieces in danger. Love you."

"Another heavy sigh. Embracing my kids. Love you, Beauty Grace."

"Yeah. Talk to you soon. Bye."

The beeping in the Bluetooth device signaled the call had disconnected.

Could she do it? Would she be able to tolerate people in a corporate environment? She supposed she had the weekend to talk herself out of it.

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