Collecting the papers that I was working on before my… meeting with Katja, I say, “I don’t need your opinion on this.”
“No? Just my audience?” He takes a few steps around the table so I have no choice but to see him. “That was fucked. I really don’t want to see one old childhood friend sucking off another, thank you very much.”
I shrug. “Bad timing on your end walking in.”
Z leans forward on the table, his fingers splaying across the expensive wood surface. “Keep your head in the game, man. We have a lot of shit to deal with and address. We’re growing faster than expected and struggling to keep up. The last thing I need is to lose you to a haze of pussy.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Really? Because what I just witnessed…” He sighs heavily. “You and Katja are messy to begin with because of the ghosts haunting your past. And you’re making it even messier.” He waits until I lift my eyes from my busy work and look at him directly. “I’m a damn good cleaner, but even I can’t clean up the mess you both have the potential to make.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re gambling with The Whitney,” he warns. “Being vengeful can make you stupid.”
“Who says I’m being vengeful?”
“I see you,” Z says. “I see this sick game of revenge you’re engaged in. But you’re underestimating your opponent and the hold she has on you.”
“She doesn’t hold anything over me.”
Z rolls his eyes. “Tell yourself whatever you want. I know what you both had in the past, and I can see it now.”
“Bullshit,” I snap. “I’m focused on The Whitney. Business. Nothing more.”
“Listen man—”
“Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about Katja. I got this under control,” I say, grabbing my file and leaving the room without saying another word or looking at my friend who’s shooting daggers of judgment from his eyes.
I can’t focus on his words right now. I can’t…
After spending some time cooling down in my room, I know I’ve kept Katja waiting in the penthouse long enough. I need to act while submission is still running through her veins. Sure, she’s going to be pouty, pissed even, but the fact of the matter is she just had my cock resting heavy on her tongue, and her body will still respond to me even if her mind wants to rebel.
When I walk into the penthouse, not bothering to knock, and using my key instead, I prepare myself for whatever battle is about to come my way. I have the upper hand, and for that I’m grateful. Katja is a mighty opponent, however, and I need all the advantages I can get.
“You can’t just march in here like you live here,” she spits as she wraps her robe around her body tightly.
I can see she’s recently taken a shower, no doubt to try to calm the storm raging in her body. She’s running her fingers through her damp hair that lays wavy on her shoulders. I like seeing the natural and vulnerable side of her, but I can see she’s uncomfortable with her state of appearance with me being in the room.
“I just did,” I say casually. “We weren’t done with our meeting from earlier.”
She fidgets with the rope around her waist. “Alright then,” she says, taking a step toward her bedroom. “Let me get dressed, and we can meet in the conference room in ten minutes.”
“The penthouse will be fine,” I say, walking over to the dining table that is covered with papers and past due bills. I can see the red final warnings bleeding all over.
She scurries to the table and begins cleaning up, trying to shield my eyes from just how bad her reality is.
“Give me all those bills,” I say, extending my hand. “I’m going to pay them all.”
She pauses, her heavy lashed eyes lifting to mine. “You want to pay all of them?”
“That’s what I just said.” I wiggle my fingers to show that I’m waiting for them.
“In addition to the money you’re giving me?”
I extend my hand even further. “Yes. Hurry and give them to me before I change my mind.”
She piles them up, her fingers trembling as she does. “Fine. I suppose now is a good time to discuss your leasing fee for the thirteenth floor as well as the rooftop.”