Mattheo
"Get these fucking problems fixed already. I can't believe Calvin Klein's agents are giving this much blow back on a billion-dollar deal." I yell at my partner and slam the phone down into its cradle.
Sitting down, I shake my head. Since I’ve been here in the Philippines, it seems everything has gone to shit. Two other deals fell through for Express and Hurley on Monday. I guess these people don't want to move their products here.
And to boot, I can't get home for another couple of weeks. What a shit show. My thoughts once again turn to Alexa. I still can't get her out of my mind.
I miss her smell… her touch.
Dropping my head into my hands, I massage the back of my head, trying to reduce some stress and anxiety. It's not helping.
Reminiscing about the threesome, I sum up that it really wasn't all that bad. Sure, James and I have our macho egos to contend with, but the sex wasn't hampered by that. We were able to keep it on lock down and fuck her good.
Fuck her good.I begin to feel my dick getting aroused and I quickly change gears back to the business at hand.
Malls sure take so much work. I’m guessing that because of the lack of stability here with the market, maybe a mall here isn't such a good choice.
Proof that the last few months, Alexa has been wreaking havoc on my heart.
I trod over to the sofa table in my office and pour two fingers of bourbon. Still no word from her about my offer, and I haven't called her either.
She’s probably with James having a great time.
Never mind me. Out of sight, out of mind.
Another call comes in across my phone. I down the bourbon and answer.
"Hello, Ingram here."
"There seems to be an issue at the site, sir."
God damn it.I slam the phone down on its base and pull my keys and wallet from the top drawer.
"No more calls today!" I bark at my assistant as I exit my office.
After the water fiasco at the site, I go back to my room and pack to head home. I’m uncertain of what I'll encounter, but rest assured, I’m sure it won’t be in my favor.
My flight lands and I head home to unpack. The first thoughts I have are of Alexa and that tight ass of hers. Deciding to leave my suitcase for later, I change my clothes and freshen up. I dab on some cologne and leave the house.
Speeding towards Alexa's place, my excitement to see her becomes almost unbearable. I want her so badly.
As I’m driving around to find a parking spot, I spy James at an outdoor market. He’s walking around with someone and laughing.
When he clears the stand, the person is completely visible. Shock and horror flood my face and anger rises within me. Part of me wants to beat James to a pulp and the other part of me wants to tell Alexa off.
Jealousy is the rage of a man.
I pull over into an empty spot and silently watch the two of them together, like a panther stalking its prey. They’re shopping for different vegetables, apparently for dinner. As I observe them bantering back and forth, they exude some form of happiness.
My heart sinks at the sight of them together, my mind screaming,but I wanted her.
But she’s with him…
They walk over to a nearby table and sit down. A person comes and sets some plates down in front of them. Laughing, James offers her a bite from his dish, and she leans over to take it from him. Nodding her head while she chews, she does the same for him.
Okay. So, they are happy.
Congrats. The best man won…