Chapter 22

“You may go in now.” The receptionist said, nodding to me as I stood up and made my way into his office. It looked twice as big as David's and I wondered what they needed all the space for. It didn't show authority or aesthetics, it showed waste.

I'm here on a mission. My mum feels I can get Damien on my side, I really don't care anymore. I've lost the strength in me to fight her or fight anyone. I wish she'd thrown me down the balcony, I'll make sure to land with my skull and leave this miserable earth.

He was reclining on the massive swivel chair and had his legs up on the table, solving a Rubik's Cube. Huh, how professional. I mocked within me but threw the feeling out when I remembered that he didn't care what I thought. He's Damien Crawford.

“What is the sister of my wife doing in my office?” His voice was deep and low, carrying more messages than the words he'd just spoken. He had a lop-sided grin on his face, making him look like a Greek god.

I ignored his gaze coyly and made myself comfortable in the sofa chairs opposite him. “I scheduled a meeting and until I got into your office, you'd have canceled it if you didn't want me in your office.” My words were sharp and direct but my eyes and facial expressions told a different story. It was like listening to a rebuke from an innocent-looking child.

The Rubik's Cube clattered onto the table and he adjusted himself to face me properly with his both palms interlocked and upholding his face. I watched his elbows do a little dance on the table before gaining stability with the skin becoming a little reddish. He wasn't in an office suit but still looked smart in a polo shirt and whatever kind of pants his being behind this huge table was covering.

His eyebrows rose up, “Why are you here?”

“No pleasantries?” I returned the quizzical look and let my eyes register the finely arranged books on the large bookshelf by my left.

“Here” His voice floated into my imagination and my eyes met his outstretched hand. I ignored it, he took the hint. “Welcome to my office, Miss Woo—”

“Errr… Call me Audrey.” I interrupted and he acknowledged it with a nod but didn't bother to correct himself. Reclining into his chair, he head-pointed towards the bookshelf, his lips in a knowing smile.

“I can see you're a reader.” He paused, I guess to contemplate on what next to say, “Soph reads too.” His smile widened and I caught the dreamy look in his eyes.

Urghhhh! How did she enchanted these men? David wouldn't stop talking about her or asking me to come to him only in her dress. The other day, he told me to mimic her moans and stop being too loud.

And did he just call her… Soph? What was I going to do here then? How can I beat that? He could get into my panties but that won't keep him.

“I know she does. We're quite similar.” I asserted then hurriedly rushed to counter it, “I mean, she learned it from me. I'm her elder sister, what do you expect?” Mother has ears and eyes everywhere and if she gets to know that I said something affectionate about Sophia, she'll give me another trip to the hospital which I can't afford.

Her rage had gotten a bit too physical the last time and I had ended up with lots of blisters and a fractured hip. David had joked that sex would be way harder for me since I only enjoyed the cowgirl style. I could do a few more weeks without visiting a doctor and getting scolded to take my drugs if I trod carefully.

“You shouldn't counter it. You're in my office, you can be kind to your sister.” He smiled, making my insides melt but I snorted and rolled my eyes, did this man think I was one to get all soft and cuddly? I guess it was time to put on my arrogant-rich-spoilt-brat costume because I guess this classy rich girl wasn't doing the job.

I sat up, a deep frown etched on my face. “Why is a handsome and wealthy man like you interested in my sister, huh? I'm the sexier daughter, I'm curvy and I wear many other likable suits.” I maintained eye contact with him as I unzipped the top of my blouse, bringing my firm breasts into view. I expected a reaction from him. Say, a gasp or bulging of my eyes or heaviness of breath but everything was as normal as it was since I came into his office. Instead, he looked gravely at me as I made my breasts bounce inside my bra then cleared his throat.

“How old are you?” He asked with a look that'd be given to a younger sibling who was towing the wrong path.

“Huh?” It came out whimsically, how did that concern what was served before him? But I was in my sexy mama suit and I knew what to do. I put the tip of my artificial nails in my mouth and whispered, “I'm old enough, Daddy. I'm older than 18.”

“Daddy?” He scoffed, getting up to his feet with no boner and reached out to help zip up my blouse. “So, you scheduled a meeting with me. Sounding so official I thought I'd get something out of it and you're here with your breasts out? How fucking old are you!” He yelled his last sentence but immediately slammed his wrist into the side of the table in guilt at how shaken I was by the yell.

“I'm 27 years old.” I responded calmly.

“And this is what you think will turn a man on? Your breasts in the open?” He berated, staring me down. “What do you women take men for? Dicks without control that need to be projected into your asses or vaginas by every view of your cleavage?” His eyes had become wider and his voice higher.

Ooops! Wrong timing… Wrong guy.

“I'm fucking talking to you, answer me!” He yelled and I winced, getting a flashback from the first time Mum had lied to Dad about me hitting myself and the tone he'd used to instill fear in me.

“Well, many dicks shove into me by a rare view of my breasts, I didn't know yours will be different?” I eyed him, seductively throwing cautions to whoever cared. I wanted him, not just for my mother's accolade or Sophia's downfall but because he rejected me.

“Well, my dick wants a respectful woman. Not just of me, but if her body and you don't fall into that category and never would. Do you hear me? So, wipe off any fantasies of us being together in bed, it won't work.” His tone had settled but he still looked upset. I admired his control of his emotions and ability to listen despite his raging emotions.

“I don't like the bed. I do the couch.” I spoke as I kept onto the couch and spread my legs, viewing no underwear beneath. He stood still where he was for a few seconds then slammed his both palms into an oval blue button on his table which had gone unnoticed.

“The security will be here in 1,2,3,4…” He paused, staring me down as the heavy footfalls downstairs hit my ears. “5” He smiled, picked up a little device and pressed a button which opened the door to five hefty, poker-faced men.

“Get her outta here. She's a nuisance and never let her close to this office premises again.” He spoke coolly, part of his attention given to the screen of his phone. He turned it to me as one of the men lifted me onto his shoulders after several efforts of trying to drag me out. It was a picture of Sophia, with a messy bun in a garden and her knuckles bandaged.

“That's the woman you'll ñever be with such horny middle. Get her outta here and… ummm, get her a pack of panties at the store across the street, she needs them.” He said as he handed some cash to one of the men as the other's legs crossed unto the passageway and I stopped hearing him or seeing him anymore.

Urghhhh! Another finished man!