33

NICHOLAS

I realized the control I have over people a long time ago. It comes naturally to me. I knew I was going to become what I am now when I saw that man doing his job in this very company. His eyes would inspect me every time I entered his office with his wife, noticing my curiosity about the business world.

And one day, he told me.

"You will be great, Nicholas Hills."

Edward's words were a trigger. He always managed to pique my interest. I never abused my control, but over time, things changed quite a bit.

"A maximum height of 541.3 meters would be appropriate.

Mr. Owings' voice is giving me a headache. I just want to tell them all to go to hell and lock myself in my office.

"With 94 floors and a rooftop of 417 meters, it wouldn't be bad.

"Or a rooftop of 426 meters," another one suggests.

"They are mistaken, the ideal would be bulletproof glass, steel, and aluminum as materials. A rooftop of 417 meters would be a complete waste of time for such an important project." Mr. Owings opposes. Mr. Hills, I insist, a rooftop of 426 meters would take up too much space; it would be a waste of time.

This idiot thinks I'm stupid. He's already annoying me with his constant interest in hearing me speak. I want to get the hell out of here. I lean back in my seat to silence everyone; they all start to annoy me.

"I don't agree with any of you. With such a large plot of land, you are suggesting quite inaccurate measurements." They look at me like idiots. "Why not a height of 427 meters and 98 floors?

"But, sir... that's impossible," Owings says.

"Why? Just because you think it's a failure doesn't mean I do too. I get what I want, no matter how difficult it is. Just ask my partners, and they'll give you the answer. It's my company, we do what I say."

"Of course," Mr. Owings mutters, stunned.

Suddenly, my gaze shifts to the completely silent woman—Miss Miller. She's staring into space, and I wonder what the hell she's doing—waiting for an imaginary train.

"Miss Miller, is there something you'd like to add? Are you listening to us?"

I stare at her intently and notice her attempts to evade me. I've realized that I can make her uncomfortable with just one look. I should feel bad about it, but it only enhances my power.

"Yes.

I want her to open her fucking mouth and speak. If not, I'll make her do it the hard way.

"Do you agree with a height of 472 meters? Perhaps you have something to say?"

"I think Mr. Owings was right about the idea of a rooftop, but the measurement was taken incorrectly," she says. "A rooftop would be a good decision, but only if the measurements are done correctly.

"Maybe a rooftop of 287.9 meters would be quite acceptable decision. The maximum height could coincide with 365.8 meters, that option would be acceptable as well. The measurements on this plan by Mr. Seinuk are not inaccurate, but they could be utilized in different ways.

Everyone looks at her like fresh meat, and I content myself with repeating what she just said in my head. She has a point. I don't understand why she doesn't speak up if she knows.

"Or perhaps a maximum height of 219 meters and a rooftop of 229 meters would also be a good decision. Isn't that right, Miss Miller?" I challenge her. I want to debate with her.

She remains silent.

"Go on. Please continue. I want to hear you."

"Yes, I agree. That would also be... a good decision. Many opportunities could be taken, depending on the perspective you have."

"Interesting," I murmur. "Everyone, leave. The meeting is over."

They all leave instantly, except for my secretary, who bends down to pick up her purse. I stand up, and my gaze fixates on her ass outlined through the fabric of her skirt. However, she turns around and looks at me.

She's too prudish to realize I was checking out her ass, so I settle for intimidating her with empty words.

"Are you looking for something or...?"

"No," she mutters. "Good morning."

She leaves the room, and I'm left alone.

I am the last one to leave the meeting room, and I lock myself in my office. I close the door behind me and run my hands through my hair. I feel exhausted.

"Hello, Nicholas."

I observe Camille, sitting on my desk. She's crossing her legs and looking at me as she puts my pen in her mouth.

"Could you let go of my things?"

She releases the pen and approaches me like the pathetic bitch she is.

"You didn't miss me even a little?"

She tries to kiss me, but I turn my face away. I'm tired of her shit.

"What's wrong with you, huh?" She pushes me. "Now you're acting uninterested? Who do you think you are?

"Get out. I don't have time for your tantrums. I already have enough to deal with after the scene you caused in the lobby of my building.

"You left me standing there!" She gets in my way again. "What did you expect me to do?

"I don't know, maybe talk things out like an adult and wait for me in my office to rant instead of doing stupid things that never end well, Camille.

"My love." She takes my face in her hands. "I'm so sorry. You know it wasn't my intention; I just... got carried away. Forgive me. I know you're very tired.

"Don't meddle in my affairs.

"Let me please you, Nicholas..." She smiles and starts sliding her hand over the fabric of my shirt. "You're so handsome," she murmurs.

"I thought you were tired of being used," I sarcastically reply.

"Someday you'll realize what our relationship truly means...

She's driving me crazy. She doesn't understand that it's just sex, that I only use and manipulate her at my whim. At this point, I don't even care anymore.

"Get on your knees," I demand.

Smiling, she kneels and releases the waistband of my pants before starting. I take a cigarette from the pack lying on the desk along with the lighter and bring it to my lips after lighting it. Camille's lips surround my member, she starts sucking eagerly while moaning. I'm seeking my pleasure and I simply grip her hair to make her do it right and stop fooling around. I'm already fed up. She gags but keeps going until her limit, and I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth completely. She digs her nails into my pants, I slam against her mouth despite her gagging, and I pull her hair. I exhale the smoke from the cigarette as my gaze falls upon the same desk where I fucked my secretary last night.

Damn, prude. If only she had stayed instead of running away like a coward.

I already fucked her, lost control, and moved on. I convince myself as Camille moans. The secretary's moans return to my mind like a pendulum, the way her mouth responded to mine. It was gentle, she always seemed like a prude, and I wanted to corrupt her.

She enjoyed it from the first day she was with me.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I fucked the staff as if it were nothing. It shouldn't have happened, I should have found someone else.

"Fucking the staff will always be a nuisance, never do it. If you want a woman, look elsewhere."

I remember Edward's words. Somehow, he's right.

I observe Camille, who is still on her knees and sucking my length. She stares at me intensely, I bring the cigarette to my lips again and let her continue her work.

"Step aside," I tell her after a few seconds, Camille.

She just smiles and I push her away forcefully, just as my release arrives. I fix my pants and turn towards her, as she stands up and wipes her lips with her hand.

"You take the fun out of life, Nicholas.

"Leave once and for all.

"Are you always in a bad mood? What's your problem?

"You. I have pending work and no time for your nonsense.

"That's your excuse as always," she crosses her arms. When will you have more time for me?

"I don't owe you anything, Camille, stop confusing things.

She slowly approaches me and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Stop torturing yourself, Nicholas," she murmurs, her tone of voice playful. You still do it, don't you?

"What I do is none of your business. She tries to turn around, but I grab her by the wrist. Open your mouth and you're dead, got it?

She pulls away from me and rushes out of the office, slamming the door behind her.