Chapter 22 - You already know he was a demon - mduno
After lunch, we each headed to our rooms; we needed to get ready for the three o'clock meeting. Veronica will enter with me and sit by my side. I know I should be planning strategies, but no, my mind is stuck on the memory of that girl, for how foolish I was, it was incredible for someone like me. I planned to sleep with her and chickened out at the last moment.
What must she be thinking? My dick, for obvious reasons, was resentful. Was it too much for me to handle? Damn it! I opened the door, and she was taking off her top, left in her swimsuit.
"Roland! You scared me."
I didn't say anything. I had desired her body so much since that morning I saw her; it seemed impossible that more than a month had passed and I hadn't made her mine.
"Sorry, it's just..." I approached.
I started kissing her as softly as I could. I led her to the bed, not lying on top of her, supporting my arms on each side of her body. I stopped kissing her to look at her. Her heart was racing.
She didn't resist, so I continued. I kissed her chin, moved down her neck to her chest, in a way so gentle even I didn't know I could, kissed her first mole, then the second.
With my teeth, I moved a cup of her swimsuit aside, revealing her breast, the one I had dreamed of night after night. I caressed her nipple with my tongue and heard her soft moan, which aroused me even more. My dick wanted to break through my shorts.
I sucked a bit more, restraining myself from squeezing and biting it. I went in search of her mouth while my hand began its descent to her vagina, thinking I was already aroused. However, touching her and finding her shaved and wet, I almost came. Damn it!
I forced myself to remember she was a virgin; I had to be careful. I caressed her in circular motions, playing with her wetness, which surprised me. I looked at her; her breathing was ragged, she was holding back, and that innocent sparkle in her eyes, damn it, that sparkle was messing with me!
"Boss!"
Simon arrived at the worst moment, and the spell was broken. Veronica covered her face, Rata left as quickly as he could, realizing the situation, while I stayed seated beside her, trying to contain the damn lion roaring inside me. My balls were going to ache if I didn't ejaculate. I looked at her.
"Beautiful." She had her hands on her face, her breast still exposed; I covered it again. "Veronica, look at me." She kept refusing, so I removed her hands from her face, she couldn't have been redder. "Look at me."
"You must think I'm an easy woman..." Was that what worried her?
"Veronica! You just turned twenty-one and are still a virgin." I saw the shame in her tender gaze. "I think everything but that. It's just... I want you to be sure that a fox like me is stealing what you've preserved so much. Are you sure?"
"I... I haven't really thought about it."
"Well, think about it. I don't want to force you, but I'm no child." She nodded, blushing again. "I hate jerking off."
She smiled, and the redness on her face increased as she understood the comment. I had long stopped doing that; it wasn't my pastime. I kissed her forehead, then went to my room. I had left the door open, so Rata entered.
"Get ready, I'll pick you up to attend the conference."
I closed the door, unconsciously smelled my hand, and the scent of her vagina made my dick harder. "Shit." Her smell was different. I held back the urge to go back in, strip her, and bury myself in her vagina until she screamed my name and begged me to stop. I adjusted my dick, hurting from the shorts, Simon waiting on the balcony.
"Roland, I never thought..."
"Don't worry, old man, I don't know whether to thank you or shoot you." I crossed my arms.
"Yan has to travel urgently; one of his kids was kidnapped, and he left in a hurry. He asked us to send him a summary of the crucial points of the negotiations."
"Of course, that doesn't stop the meeting from continuing; we need to set the shipping routes for the merchandise." I was talking just to talk; my mind was still in the room next door. It was so different; I liked Veronica's scent.
"Excuse me."
"No, Simon. I appreciate it." I sighed. "I want to fuck her, but I'm terrified of doing it."
Rata's whistle was enough to punch him in the back, with a smile that said, "You've been screwed." He left. I went to get Veronica. She looked very good in elegant beige pants, doing a braid, looking very pretty, putting on a bit of makeup.
"Do you want me to kill my partners?" I said, kissing her on the crown.
"Do I look vulgar?" I laughed.
"Not at all, none of your incredible attributes are showing, you look gorgeous, beautiful."
She smiled, put on lipstick. That was the look I loved seeing on her, pushing all the other women away without asking. She was a dangerous woman.
"I'm ready."
"Today, you enter with me, holding hands." She bit her lip, holding back laughter.
"If you keep making those clarifications, I'll end up becoming your submissive." I laughed again.
"Veronica, even if you don't believe it, you will be my submissive, and I will teach you to enjoy it," he said, blushing.
"I know myself, Roland, and you'll have to be very clever to convince me to let you leave my back red while we make love."
"I don't do that, but I will teach you to have good sex," I said, laughing sarcastically. It was better to clarify how things would be.
"Well, that's why I won't practice any of that. A moment ago, you touched me in a way I couldn't imagine; it was tender. All the old stories talk about your rough and unscrupulous sex. However, with me, it was as if an angel touched me." I said nothing. What was I supposed to say? "You, Roland Sandoval, were about to make love to me, not rough sex."
"We have to go."
What was that? She came to my side, we held hands, I intertwined my fingers with hers, and that way, we entered the conference room. It was strange, but deep down, the feeling of ownership... was pleasant.
"Gentlemen. I must apologize for Yan Lee's absence in this meeting; he had to leave for family reasons."
Veronica spoke in Mandarin, French, Japanese, and Portuguese. I spoke in Italian.
"The meeting is to set the routes, agree on the capital per drug shipment, and discuss bribes to government agencies."
Veronica looked at me. At that moment, I felt regret. I wanted to get her out of there; she would learn about horrible things I've done, things I didn't want her to know. It was already too late. I had never felt regret before. I always overlooked the consequences for my needs, prioritizing desire. Damn it! After finishing speaking, I spoke in Italian. There was nothing I could do now.
"Let's sit down, please."
"Should I sit next to you or stay aside to translate?" she asked in my ear.
"Next to me."
Her look was different. I took a deep breath; there was no turning back. She was going to know the worst of me. I've never cared about what people say, so why was I getting nervous about her finding out? She must have guessed what I had to do to get to where I was.
"Roland, I'm going to find out bad things about you here, right?"
My heart raced; she was thinking the same. I had never cared about people's prejudices, so it shouldn't affect me what she thought. And look at me here, with my heart in my mouth because of that honey-eyed girl. I sighed again before answering her.
"I am the head of this global organization. I am a disgusting drug lord in Colombia. Don't think I'm an angel. If you insist on that, then I am a fallen angel without wings from heaven who gave his soul to the devil."
I couldn't understand that way of looking at me, which unsettled me inside. Why didn't I like being looked at that way? She appeared a little over a month ago and had messed up my judgment.
Chon spoke in Mandarin, and Veronica paid attention. When she looked at me, I understood it wasn't good. Her look was reproachful; I felt that damned pang in my chest again. She drank water, thought for a moment, and spoke in French first, then in Portuguese. Every time she spoke, my partners looked at me. I tried to control my nerves. Me, nervous? How could a twenty-one-year-old girl mess me up so much? I had faced lions, killed the strongest; big fish, government people, the army, paramilitaries, politicians, and I had never flinched. Now, with one look from her, I felt vulnerable.
"Mr. Chon asks if white slavery will be used again to transport the merchandise. Last time it was a great success."
Damn it, what was I going to justify? No way, I swallowed hard, raised one of my eyebrows. If she weren't here, I'd say there's no problem, and we'd move on to the next point. But that way of looking at me, as if expecting me to fix a problem, didn't make it easy.
"I agree. My brothel needs fresh meat, and if it's Colombian, even better. Those pussies are unique," said Hugo.
Veronica drank water again. Everyone was waiting for a response. I looked at Simon, and he was already looking at me. He knew more about me than I did. He must have been thinking about my silence, and it was more because I was looking for the best answer to look good in front of her than in front of the pack of wolves gathered here. They didn't matter to me; if I wanted, I could kill them. However, Veronica...
"Tell him that it is a possibility, although very risky. It will be one of the last to execute."
Her eyes watered. She gave the response in all languages, surprising me when she translated it into Italian. She was too intelligent. She must have been wondering what she was doing here with a demon by her side. If she could aspire to stay by my side. More questions and more agreements followed.
"And what do you think about resuming the shipment with children?"
Jan Cland asked. I didn't want to look at Veronica, but I felt her gaze strongly and heard her screams in my mind.
"They are waiting for your answer, Mr. Roland."
I understood that I had lost her if I ever had her. I wasn't guilty of that, I had actions against that act. But she didn't know, and I was fallen by the man who pretended to enjoy seeing me in trouble.