Chapter 13:

**John Smith:**

*Well, where to start.*

For weeks I have been having problems with my former lawyer, even before I met my new submissive, that dirty rat does not disappear from my sight even if I shoot him 200 times in the head.

Turns out Henry, that rat, was fired for fraud and stealing from under my nose.

Maybe it was my fault, I trusted that idiot too much and he took it upon himself to play his cards in secret.

Luckily for me and his misfortune, that didn't last too long.

After finding myself looking at my financial statements on my own, I was surprised that it showed phantom investments and failures that I would never expect in my accounts. My good fortune is that I am not left bankrupt or with more serious debts.

I blindly trusted his work, he was my father's lawyer before he retired. I guess my coherent sense gave up all logic and decided to trust my father's friend and right-hand man.

I keep wondering how that rat dared so much, or if he did the same thing to my father.

I sigh and look at the resume of my new lawyer candidate. I need to get one as soon as possible.

Since the dirty rat decided to file a lawsuit against me. Why?

A lawsuit for labor abuse. Since I supposedly fired him for no reason.

What I feel is an immense rage growing in me is that the son of a bitch knows I caught him but persists in his demand.

I sigh and must stop seeing this as a bigger problem.

I close my eyes and beautiful green eyes appear in my mind.

Amanda….

With all this fuss about trying to come to terms with Henry's rat, I haven't been able to focus on her enough. I may make up for it with some kisses and restless touching, however, I feel dissatisfied with my job as her master.

I need more from my pretty submissive.

That makes me think that maybe, after work, I will dare to go directly to her residence and give her an unforgettable visit. After all, we'll both have a good time.

A call interrupts the silence in my study.

"Tell me." I say to the silence.

"How are you, John?" A feeling of rage took over me when I managed to recognize that voice.

"What do you want, Henry?" I restrain myself from letting out that wild part of me.

The truth is that I am negotiating an agreement so that this dirty rat's lawsuit comes out in the eyes of the press. I can't let a misunderstanding like this damage the company's reputation.

Therefore, I try to be reasonable and not make the situation worse.

Also, this call may be recorded as a bastard. I don't want him to benefit because of carelessness, I couldn't forgive me for that.

"You know, a little cordiality wouldn't hurt. After all, you're not the victim here." He says, clearly mocking me.

"To the point, I don't have time for this." I say before closing my eyes "Have you thought about the deal I offered you yet?"

"That's why I'm calling you, dear."

My interest grows, can I finally free myself from it?

But a part of me tells me it won't be that easy.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"I don't want to talk on the phone."

"Where?" I ask, predicting that he wants to agree on a meeting place.

"At the Marlin bar. In half an hour. Don't be late." And ends the call.

I have to mentally prepare myself for this.

…

I go into the bar, feeling unhappy. Since I am going low just to ensure the reputation of the company.

Henry doesn't even deserve to speak to me, yet here I am almost begging him to accept the deal.

"Always punctual, John." Henry says as I approach his table.

The bar is empty, so I don't worry about keeping up appearances.

"Let's get to the point, please."

"What's the rush? Have a drink, your favorite vodka." He prompts me to drink from the glass in front of me.

I don't make many complaints. And I take it, although I pray that it doesn't affect me too much.

I can't say no to my vodka.

"Okay, start talking." I say "What do you want?"

He smiles like Alice's cat in Wonderland.

"You know what I want, after all." Drink another glass of vodka. And he served me another, which he took, since I am aware of my tolerance to alcohol.

That makes it clear to me that he had already been drinking before I arrived.

I smiled to myself.

"More money than you stole from me? Don't be ridiculous." Now I'm the one pouring another glass of vodka.

"The money I deserved, you mean."

"It's not true, you're a clown for thinking that."

"Ha, do you think so?" Take another drink "Your father paid me pittance for years after being his right-hand man for more than 15 years. It's the least I deserve, idiot."

"Leave the drama." I ask almost mockingly "If you had problems with my father, you would have settled it with him before he died. After all, this doesn't even benefit you... since, you're nobody."

I watch him shake his head slowly before taking another drink.

"No, no, no. You were wrong about that, John," he says, his voice sounding vague. "This was what I wanted..."

"What are you talking about?"

He laughs like a madman.

"I have the power to damage your reputation and that of the company, you know that right?" He says, "Is that not enough?"

The irrational one wants to come out of the depths of me to give him a good beating.

"Not even that much." I say "You're so pathetic. You want a few measly dollars to shut up your unnecessary drama, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

He does not answer. Just have another shot of vodka.

That's when I feel my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I ignore it. I'll take care of that later. It shouldn't be important.

"Will you take the deal?" I see him nod.

"One condition."

"How many privileges do you give yourself, poor thing?"

Ignore my comment and take another shot of vodka.

My cell phone vibrates again, but I ignore it since I don't want interruptions.

"50 million dollars."

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"It's a joke?"

"Uh, didn't your daddy give you a good allowance? That's a shame." He says before smiling. "That's worth my silence and magically wanting to withdraw the nice lawsuit. Period, it's my final offer."

I roll my eyes when my phone vibrates again. I hung up without looking at the screen and turned off my phone.

This isn't the time, damn it!

I think about it for a few seconds, it's accept or nothing.

But I don't want to do it. He deserves nothing from me, much less the right to demand more money than he stole from me.

I'm slowly getting angry.

"Do you accept my condition?"

"I'll think about it." I say finally. "I'll inform you when I decide."

I don't want to see his face one more second, or I'll break it in two.

"Oh, what makes you think I'll wait so long, Smith?"

"You make me laugh, do you have more people to take advantage of? It's a shame. I thought I was special for a moment, you dirty rat."

Suddenly he gets up from his seat and approaches me, intending to look intimidating.

"What did you call me?" He asks, wrinkling my shirt when he dares to hold me by it.

"Do you want toI spell it for you?You filthy rat?" I mocked him in his face, before drinking another glass of vodka.

And touch a sensitive nerve in him to make him explode.

Before I can defend myself At any movement from him, he punches me in the face. However, I pull myself together and push him away. And he falls to the ground, since he is drunk.

I won't start a fight, this is too ridiculous.

He took the bottle of vodka, I decided to take it with me, and he looked at that unfortunate man for the last time.

"If this happens again, you dirty rat, you will stop breathing before you even touch me." I spit in his face and went straight to my car.

I go straight home and finish the bottle of vodka on my own.

I do not have any doubt. It was what I needed to eliminate stress and anger from my body.

I turn on my cell phone, wanting to know the time, since I think it's late to go see Amanda as I promised.

How stupid I am, I shouldn't have taken too much.

My heart stops when I see three missed calls from Amanda and a message from her saying that she wants to punish me and that she will expect me at 8.

I checked the time, and I want to cut my own balls when I notice that it's almost 1 in the morning.

Damn, I have failed her without knowing it.

And all because of that idiot.

I didn't react like a normal person and I practically magically appeared in her apartment.

I don't even know how I got chocolates and flowers, but it's all to avoid being punished by my submissive.