Chapter 13

After the whole episode of him throwing his file on the floor and even possibly damaging them, Jack had gotten a hold of himself. He was not going to act this way, like a starving puppy because of this girl. No.

Jack almost wished he could withhold the payment from Geralds. The man was incompetent. But Jack knew he might also be exaggerating a little. The detective had probably tried his best to locate the girl. But it had probably been hard on him. After all, the only thing Jack had given him was a very vague description.

The only thing he remembered to perfection was her body. And he very well couldn’t describe her perfectly her tits fit in his hand, or how bouncy her ass cheeks were or how small her waist was to the detective, could he? Jack shook his head and got into the shower. Today was the day of the interview and he felt less stressed than he had been in days. It was weird. But his energy felt more settled.

But he couldn’t keep the thoughts of that night away from his head. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his dick, and he started stroking it gently at first. The sensation was not an unfamiliar one but it felt so new. He had not touched himself in so long. He didn’t consider himself a sexual addict, he didn’t need sex to survive.

But now?

‘You like it when I do that, don’t you?’

His stroking got faster and his breath shallower. Jack leaned against the wall of the shower and let the water of the shower rain down on him.

‘Yes daddy’

Daddy.

When she had called him that, he had almost burst immediately. Jack closed his eyes and started stroking even faster. He was going to come very easily at this rate. Something that didn’t happen often.

‘Spread that pussy for daddy’

Jack thought of her pussy, pink and wet, glistening with her love juices. He thought of how she had tasted and he grunted, almost on the brink of an orgasm. He thought of how her wet heat felt around his dick and how tight she had been and that was what pushed him over the edge.

Jack grunted as he came, watching his seed mix with the shower stream. It was a strangely satisfying view. He stood there for a few moments to get himself together, then took a quick shower and put all thoughts of sex and that girl out of his mind.

In spite of what he had said about his energy being less all of the place, Jack wasn’t particularly excited about the interview. He was never really the type of interviews no matter how big he got. This was because a lot of the people interviewing him were unprofessional and tried to ask him questions that would almost put his career in peril.

Jack was no rookie. He knew that when money came, attention came and they pulled out the personal questions immediately. But he would appreciate if they didn’t jump into shit right off the bat, or just take assumptions and run with them. That was annoying and embarrassing.

And no matter how unappealing the interview sounded like, Jack knew Lucy was right. The press and the general public was going to eat up this interview, especially since it was with a magazine that wasn’t that well known. It would be a good booster for his image and Jack hoped it would finally get those board members off his ass.

Besides, he had gone through some of the articles on their site and they were professional. Of course, like every other magazine, they tried to get personal because that was probably how they made their money. But they at least were professional about it.

Jack kept his outfit simple. He picked a white dress shirt, no tie, and he paired it with black slacks and a pair of black shoes. He left the first two buttons of his shirt unfastened and he knew he looked good. One thing Lucy had been trying to get him into was a stylist. But Jack didn’t see the need of one when he could dress himself up without the stress of having someone pick and hover around him.

Jack went out and got into his car. He was driving himself today. No driver today. Driving was going to clear his head. Besides, the last thing he wanted was for his driver to sit on standby when he didn’t even know how long the interview would take. Jack knew it was the man’s job. But not for today.

He has also chosen not to go with Lucy. And if he was being honest with himself, Jack was relieved. It was hard to constantly shoot her down, sometimes very harshly just so she could get the point. She was amazing at her job, which was why she had been working with him so long. But he didn’t know how long he would be able to stand the stars that were shining in her eyes every time she was around him. It was getting harder and harder rejecting her subtle advances, and Jack knew he didn’t want to give in to them. He sighed and started the car and put in the address Lucy had given him.

He was ten minutes early, Jack realized when he pulled into the parking spot. It never hurt to be early though. So he walked towards the main building. That much wasn’t hard to miss. Jack didn’t know why he had not told Lucy he wanted to interview conducted at his own office. But for some weird reason, he felt like their main office would be a better option. He couldn’t explain why.

Jack knew the moment the receptionist recognized him. He sighed internally and muttered a silent prayer, hoping she was not going to mute on him and just stare with her mouth open, or start planning how their five hundred and two babies and the picket fenced house were going to look like. It had happened before. That was the funny thing about being rich and unattached. Actually, fuck the unattached part because even when he was attached, that managed to happen still.

“Sir.” The receptionist stuttered. Her eyes were wide. Jack’s face was expressionless. He really didn’t want to be rude to her. Besides, she had not done anything to warrant him being rude to her. Yet.

“Jack Knight,” he said.

“I know,” the woman breathed out, an excited smile appearing on her face.

“Where am i supposed to go for the interview?” Jack asked, pretending like she had not said anything for the sake of his sanity.

The woman held up a hand then picked up a handset. She dialled a number and when the other person on the line answered, she started talking. "Mr. Knight is here. Can you send someone to come take him?"

Jack frowned a bit at that, but did not say anything while the woman was still talking on phone. He was not a puppet who needed to be led around like an idiot.

As soon as the woman was done with the call, Jack leaned forward and said, "Next time, I'll tell you if I need help. Now what's the floor for the interview?"

"Um, sir. It's the fifth floor. But–"

Jack didn't bother to stay and listen to whatever she wanted to say. He walked to the elevator calmly and pressed on the button for the fifth floor. He wasn't here to waste time. He had better things to do.

He reached the fifth floor and there a flurry of activity. Jack spotted the person who looked like the most calm and walked towards them.

"Is this the place for the Knight interview?" he asked.

"Yes sir– oh my God. You're him," the guy exclaimed, then went towards another guy holding a huge notepad in his hand. After they had exchanged a few words, the guy holding the notepad walked towards them. He looked calm enough and professional. And Jack hoped he was actually like that.

"We're going to start in a second sir. You can head over to makeup." The man said and indicated the place to Jack. He sat in the chair and hoped the hours he would spend here would be worth it.

***

Ana sighed and smoothed her skirt. She looked at herself in the full length mirror in her room to confirm that she looked nice and professional. She had woken up early to get ready. Definitely not wanting to be late. And to arrive when Mr. Knight was already there. She was wearing a black pair of slacks and a white shirt. And she turned sideways in the mirror to make sure she wasn't showing yet. The last thing she needed on this kind of stressful day was gossip.

Ana had not checked for and had not seen any picture of Jack Knight. She didn't want to be influenced before the interview even started. And she definitely didn't want to have unnecessary prejudices against someone she was supposed to interview with the utmost objectivity.

After making sure that everything was set, her questions were in her bag, Ana walked out of her apartment complex. She had told Landon that she was interviewing Jack Knight. But not the day. In fact, the only people who were aware of when she was interviewing him were her colleagues and boss. And she knew Landon might get pissed at her. But she was going to keep it together. And she didn't need any distractions.

Ana got into the Uber quickly and in record time, they had reached. Ana was happy; she had told the man to drive there really quickly. She went of the car when it reached, Ana hurried out of the car. She was definitely rating the man five stars. She murmured an absent minded greeting to the receptionist.

Today she was going to kick ass. And nobody was going to tell her the contrary.