Booya! Here we go again, the start of a new story!
Oookay, so here's the deal:
A dark, sexy new adventure with my favorite KH-characters and for those who know me that means a certain couple will lead this story.
I said dark and i don't mean dark as in'Aches of the heart'dark, but dark as infoul language, gothic/punk environment and hardcore mano y mano- action.
I hope to create a world of suspense and intensity with this, that will thrill you and keep you at the edge of your seat, something totally different from my usual writing.
On this, I leave you guys to it, to enjoy (or not)
The sound of a ringing phone resonated throughout the room, making the forms underneath the black satin sheets shift in their sleep. A hand then rose from the bed, closing its fingers around the receiver of the device. "What is it?"
The form lying next to him moved closer, sliding a hand up his firm chest.
"How could you have let this happen?!"
He threw the sheets off of him, sitting himself at the end of the bed. "I want this cleared up by morning, you hear me?" He hung up with that, holding the wireless receiver in his hand for a moment before throwing it against the wall in a fit of rage.
Slim fingers caressed their way over his right shoulder, smooth lips pressing a kiss on the skin there. "Do you want me to go home?"
He turned his gaze towards the face of the man beside him and ran his hand through the thick mass of blonde hair, contemplating what was being offered to him. "I need to release some tension..."
A knowing smile spread over the young man's features while he slid himself off the bed and on his knees in front of him. Lighting up a cigarette, he watched the blonde go down on him for a while before his face became pensive and his mind wandered towards the matters that were at hand.
The two big wooden doors opened and he walked in with large strides. Silence befell the room the minute he entered. “Good morning, Mr. Nobuhiro,” His secretary said as she came to him, “Can I get you some coffee?”
“You can get out of my face.”
Shocked, she opened her eyes a bit in surprise, but then moved back and left the large boardroom.
He took his seat at the head of the table, looking at all of the men present.
“How could he have done it?” He said, his eyes coldly going over the gathered group of dumbfounded so-called intellectuals.
“We don't know, sir,” A man to his left nervously answered, “But to steal that—"
“And the media?” He interrupted without a sign of interest for what had just been said.
“They have been kept out of the loop so far. We've closed down the building where it was kept, calling it a pest control test,” Came a response from the back right.
“Gentlemen,” Sephiroth's voice held a tone of impatience and all background sounds immediately died in fear of what the head of the enterprise would say. “I don't care how he did it; I want to know why he got away and why I'm even putting up with these pathetic excuses you've given me so far." He looked at his watch and took a decision. "I have no interest in hearing any more of it. One of this company's most profitable finds has been stolen. I want it found. Immediately.” Without another glance at the board he turned and began to walk to the exit.
“B-but sir, what about the media?”
Sephiroth halted in his steps. “Tell them the truth." He turned and looked at them. "It has been stolen, and that one of the guards is under suspicion for aiding an intrusion. That will be the story we will feed them to keep them off our back until we can find it.” With that he turned again and opened the door.
Everyone was about to take a relieved breath when Sephiroth's voice sounded again. "I take from Takeshi's empty seat that he has resigned?"
"Yes sir, he sent in his resignment a few hours ago." The man sitting left from the vacant spot spoke.
"Then find me a new head of security and fast." Sephiroth simply said with a humorless smile before the door fell shut behind him.
The last strong rays of the setting sun came through his window and hit his eyes, making him stir in his sleep. He turned around, only to find his left hand hitting something cold and flat next to him on the bed. He open one sky blue eye and stared at the object for a while, trying to recall why it was lying there. He blinked a few times and sat up sleepily, yawning as he took it in his hands and held it up in front of him. Then a smile crossed his features and he stretched out lazily, placing the object on his night table.
He moved out of his bed and walked over to the bathroom, picking up the remote from a nearby table in the process and turning the TV on.
"Today, at the Lucrecia Crescent Memorial Museum, the famous 'Les Ailes De Noir', an artwork by the famous anonymous painter, Yuna of Besaid, has been stolen. The police are not closing off the possibility of an internal coup, but not much has been found on the suspect. Earlier this evening, we heard that the head of Nobuhiro Zaibatsu, Sephiroth Nobuhiro was not reachable for a press conference. It is not clear if mister Nobuhiro, or any other member representing him, will call for one…"
As he brushed his teeth, partly listening to the news, he couldn't help the smile that had crossed his features before, to come back again.
"The painting, dating from over 200 years,has an estimated value of fifty million dollars and had beenlost for quite some time during a revolution at the painter's hometown a few years ago. 4 years back, it was found by an investigation squad funded by the Nobuhiro Zaibatsu, and to this day is one of most profitable and most viewed artworks in the museum he dedicated to his late mother who died a couple of…”
A smirk now grew on his face as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room/ kitchen, taking his cell phone from its position on the kitchen table and hitting a speed dial button.
"You got the news on?"
"It's like music to my ears." He spoke into the phone, still smiling. "Hey boyfriend, good evening."
"Great job, you really surpassed yourself this time, Mist."
"And you said those lasers were going to be a challenge…" He whispered with a slight disappointed tone, though he was grinning now.
A soft chuckle was heard on the other side of the line. "Sorry, I guess I underestimated you… I'll make sure not to make that same mistake again."
"You better." Mist whispered softly, now walking over to the fridge to fix himself something to eat.
"Ready for the next job?"
"I can't wait." He placed the cell phone on the worktable behind him and put it on speakers. "Are you going to send me the plan of the building?"
"I'm sending it to you now. Security will be tight, but it should be no problem for you, just no body counts this time, if you can avoid it."
He took out a pot of strawberries and chuckled. "Where's the fun in that?"
"Mist, I'm being serious someone could recognise you."
At that his face hardened and he closed the fridge, holding a can of orange juice and a plate of waffles in his hands. "I doubt that." He coldly whispered back.
"Mist, don't let your emotions get the better of you. What happened—"
"What happened was that that motherfucker made me who I am now. Don't you worry; he's too caught up in his own shit to even notice it's me. Even if he did, he wouldn't believe it anyway." He said, finding back his smile, though his expression now held a vindictive tinge to it. "But you're right, it's all in the past and it was an 'accident'."
"Mist…"
"I know Fox." He sighed, bringing a strawberry to his lips. "What are my gadgets?" He said, changing the topic.
"Pass by the candy shop and I'll tell you—"
"I have a date tonight." Mist interrupted him with a smile, now placing two waffles in the toaster and pushing down the handle.
"Another one?" Came the amused response. "That's like what, the fifth in six days? Who is it this time?"
"I have no clue, like always. That's why it's called blind dating." He answered back with a slight chuckle. "I only know him as "Sugardaddy101".
An annoyed sigh could be heard coming from the speakers and he smirked. "It's just for the fuck, don't worry."
"Mist…" Fox sighed disappointedly.
"Jeez lighten up. You still want me to do my jobs right or not? I need this, to let off some accumulated steam." He walked over to the cupboard containing the glasses and served himself a glass of orange juice before returning to the fridge and taking out a can of whipped cream. "It looks like I'll need to go shop tomorrow…" He whispered to himself as he noticed that he was running out of milk, butter and fresh fruit.
"Seems like everyone qualifies for the job lately…"
This made him turn around and grab the phone from the table so he could speak rightly into it, holding it in front of his face. "Hey, if you're sex deprived, don't take it out on me, mister! Just get someone to land on your dick and get over it."
Fox laughed at that. "Trust me; I'm TRYING!"
They both laughed and Mist intercepted his waffles that came out flying from his toaster and nearly hit the floor with amazing ease.
"I'll put the stuff you need in the ARS, so you don't have to stop by after your date."
"Ok, thanks." He took a bite out of his first waffle and heard the soft beeping of his fax going off next to his laptop on the living room table.
"The rendezvous point is at 3.00 hours at the Ginzo tower, the ARS will be waiting for you three blocks away from it, the exact location is in the briefing I just sent you."
He took the first paper that came out of the fax and scanned it. "So what are the gadgets?" He wondered, taking another bite of his waffle.
"You'll find infrared lenses, a black leather cat suit with adherent hands and soles—"
"It goes over my head too? Fox, that's so unsexy!" Mist exclaimed as he opened the file he had received on his laptop.
"…build in harness and body heat moderator." Fox continued, completely unfazed. "All purposes for these are explained in it. And what do you mean unsexy?! I'd give up an arm to see you wearing that skin tight outfit…"
"Yeah, bet you jacked off while making it…" ("Hey!")Mist whispered absent mindedly, still going through the many, many pages of the briefing. "Ok, that sphere is as good as ours."
"I have no doubt about it. Then I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah…" Mist spoke, partly distracted by the 3D plan of the building as he analyzed it from every angle, calculating any possible escape route.
"Mist…?"
"Yeah Fox?"
There was a hesitation on the other line and it dragged on, making Mist look at his phone standing next to the laptop on the table in silent questioning. "Fox?"
"I… no, nothing." Mist noted the startled tone of his voice. "I spaced out."
A frown formed on his face at that. "Since when do you do that?"
Nervous laughter was then heard, making Mist grow even more sceptical. "Fox."
"No, it's nothing. Just be careful tonight."
"I'll get that sphere, don't worry." He said, turning his head towards the screen again and noticing that a chat window had opened.
"Still hot for tonight?" (sugardaddy101)
"I meant on your date."
Mist smiled and placed the tip of his fingers on his keyboard. "I will, Fox. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Any hotter and you'll need to hose me down, daddy…" (badkitty84)
"Alright."
"It's like you can read my mind…" (sugardaddy101)
"Alright, Fox." He clapped the phone closed and pulled the laptop on his thighs as he sat back on the couch with an impish smile on his lips.
His black boots walked their way towards the entrance of the lounge, his long black hooded coat wavering behind him with each step, revealing the fishnet stockings he wore underneath. The bodyguard nodded as he approached, having recognised him from afar.
"How many tonight, Mist?" His large voice asked him, moving himself to open the door of the building.
"Just one." Mist replied with a small smile, his eyes hidden underneath the black hood. "Next time, I'll invite you along too Masako, promise."
The big black man nodded. "I'd love to do that tight body of yours any time, Mist. I'm just afraid to break it."
Mist directed his black eyelined eyes up to him and gave him an impish smile. "You'll find out that I'm not that easy to break."
"Just get in already before I can't control myself any longer." Masako said with a chuckle, averting his eyes from the attractive brunette.
Mist passed through the door and stepped into the red light of the lobby, taking his hood off.
"On the hunt again?" A female voice asked him from behind the counter of the vestiary.
Mist walked towards the aubergine haired young girl with a smile. "Hey girlfriend." They kissed each other on each cheek before he handed her his coat. "I'm meeting my sugardaddy here."
"Sugardaddy, huh?" She chuckled as she gave him a silver necklace with a number inscribed on the pendant. "Since when do you tie yourself to a sugardaddy, Mist?"
"I like a change of pace from time to time, Kairi." Mist whispered back with a wink, putting the silver necklace on. "How do I look?"
The girl let her eyes fall on her friend's body with a smirk. He was wearing a black gloved fishnet top, fishnet stockings with suspenders tied to his black leather shorts and platform knee high black boots. His neck was adorned with a spiked choker. "Does it actually matter? It'll be off in half an hour tops. I know you."
A small playful pout formed on Mist's lips. "But how do I look now?" He insisted.
"You look sexy." Came a male voice from behind him.
He turned and only saw deep aqua eyes looking into his, surprising him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He smiled down at him and Mist found himself shaking his head dumbly, still gazing into this stranger's eyes.
"It's okay." He whispered and took a step aside so the man could give his jacket to Kairi. "I'll see you later, Kai."
"Yea, say hi to sugardaddy from me." She chuckled back, giving the man in front of her his necklace and number. "Enjoy your evening, sir."
The man nodded in acknowledgement, yet his eyes were fixed on the black haired male that was now stepping through the entry doors of the lounge.
It seemed like it was going to be a calm evening at the lounge, there wasn't as much crowd like there usually was and most of the seats at the bar were empty.
Mist sat himself on one of the stools, watching the people on the dancefloor moving themselves to the lounging beats, some of them blatantly making out and others this close to actually performing the act right then and there.
He turned himself around in his seat, facing the many bottles of booze against the illuminated wall with the dancing colours.
"May I join you?" A slightly familiar voice asked him and he turned.
It was that gorgeous man again with the aqua eyes.
"Yeah, sure." Mist breathed out, casting away all thoughts of his date out the window and thinking of having this hunk for dinner instead.
"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, gesturing towards the bartender. "Do you want something to drink?"
"I was waiting for someone, and yes I'd love to have a drink." He answered and turned to the brown haired young man behind the bar. "The usual Toni."
"Vodka on the rocks for me." The man sitting next to him ordered. "I'm Riku." He then said, extending his hand.
Mist took his hand and shook it. "Mist."
"Mist...?" He whispered with a small smile, "What a strange name."
"That's how my friends call me." He answered, turning his head as they received their drinks. "Thanks, Toni."
"So who where you waiting for, if I may ask?" Riku asked, his eyes never leaving Mist as he took a sip of his drink.
Smiling softly to himself as he felt the longing gaze on him, Mist took out the stirring stick out of his cocktail and placed it in his mouth, tasting it. "Just some guy I met through a chat. He's already late, so I don't think he'll show up." He shrugged, his eyes still fixed on his drink.
"Was his penname by any chance 'Sugardaddy101'?" Riku asked, taking another sip of his drink.
Mist looked at him with a small smile, giving him a questioning look. "You're him?"
"Make up your mind. Are you or are you not?" Mist said with a slightly amused tone in his voice.
"What is it to you if I am?" He asked him, moving closer to Mist and tilting his head to the side so his shoulder length hair hung down the side of his face.
"If you were, I'd take you home with me." Mist whispered back with a seductive tone, laying his eyes on his.
"And if I'm not?"
Mist only gave him an impish smile, slid off his stool and took his drink in his right hand. "Mama always told me to never go with strangers." He walked away with that, leaving Riku with an interested smile on his lips.
Watching the man's reaction from the corner of his eye, Mist couldn't help the satisfied smirk that formed on his lips and sat himself on one of the comfy couches in one of the many corners of the bar. He didn't expect anything less when he saw Riku sit himself next to him a moment later.
"Are you stalking me now, Mister Riku?" Mist whispered, bringing his glass to his lips.
"When I see something that interests me, I go for it." Was the bold answer, making a dark brown eyebrow lift in mild surprise.
"Something that interests you, huh?" Mist placed his cocktail on the small table in front of them.
"Yeah... So tell me, badkitty84, what is it about you that made me come here tonight?" Riku softly spoke, passing with his right hand finger over the three silver studs that were pierced into Mist's left ear before following the line of the silver lace earring falling until just above his shoulder.
Mist shuddered internally at the erotic touch, slightly wondering if the guy actually knew his ears were one of the most sensitive zones on his body. "You were probably dying to know how I looked like and..." He left his sentence hanging in the air as he saw a smirk grow on the other male's handsome face.
"And...?" He inquired.
"And wondering how it'd be like to fuck me, daddy." He throatily whispered, moving his head towards the touch applied on the rounding of his left shoulder that was bare. He couldn't believe how fast this guy was putting his senses on fire and how badly he wanted him now.
Riku's eyes grew darker with well disguised desire, his lips nipping at his drink a last time before he put it aside to lay his attention on the brunette. "It's like you can read my mind..." His right hand went around Mist's neck and he pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a deep, lustful kiss.
Breathing heavily with his right cheek pressed up against one of the walls of his bedroom, Mist now felt how Riku removed himself from him and made him turn around to face him. His lips were captured in a rough dance of tongues and occasionally teeth, his body trapped underneath Riku's strong build, preventing him from escaping the constant friction between their arousals if he had wanted to.
"Mist..." Riku whispered against his cheek, pulling his thighs up so they went around his waist and he could trust inside of him again.
"Ooh...!" His body now moved up and down with each powerful stroke, the back of his head resting against the wall. "Ngh... Ah-hahh!"
This was already round two and they hadn't even made it to the bed yet...
Riku brought his head on his eyelevel and coaxed him to open his eyes. They long stared at each other, their gasps and moans mingling, their bodies moving faster and faster to reach that much desired peak. Ultimately Mist arched his neck again, his body crying out from the pleasure he received. "Fuck... You're so good..." He throatily moaned and meant it this time; he felt like he was being fucked by a god...
A deep chuckle was his answer and he almost passed out from the low vibrations that ran through his body at the sound. "Oh!"
Riku watched him moan and gasp with each stroke, licking his lips at how sexy this guy actually was. He squeezed the flesh of his ass that he held in his hands and moved them towards the bed, where they fell upon.
"Daddy..." Mist whined seductively, moving his hips in time with the silver haired's thrusts that grew in depth and speed before they turned over so he was on top, riding him.
Riku sat up now, supporting Mist's back with his arms so he could catch one of the brunette's nipples in between his lips.
Rolling his head to the side, Mist read 1.38 am on his bedside clock and decided that no matter how good this all was, it needed to be cut short. He pushed Riku back on the bed and bent over him, catching his wrists in his hands, pinning them down beside his head. He started to move his hips in circular motions, an impish smile growing on his lips.
Riku looked up at him all the while trying to catch Mist's lips with his own, moving his hips the best way he could. "Stop teasing, kitty." He warned playfully with a smile.
Mist chuckled and bent over further, letting his tongue out for a brief taste of his lover's lips. "But I'm getting thirsty, daddy..."
"Oh fuck, Mist..." Riku breathed out, feeling his orgasm near.
Mist purred at the feeling of the throbbing length within him and arched his neck, savouring this divine pleasure. "Do me harder daddy..." He whined, knowing he wouldn't last long anymore.
Their hips moved to the enraged rhythm of their lust, their bodies soon exploding with the last burst of their shared passion.
As Mist anticipated, it wasn't long before Riku was sound asleep and he found an opportunity to sneak out, so the second part of his night could begin.
A dark, crouched silhouette stood against the full moon shining on top of the Mayfield tower, looking down at the roof of the lower Ginzo tower. Without any warning he jumped before gracefully and soundlessly landing on his feet and hands, like a cat.
"I'm on the roof."
"Move yourself to the western air-conditioning system."
He bent over and proceeded further on his hands and the tip of his feet, crawling his way towards the large rectangular form on his right.
"Since they need to keep the temperature beneath the 36 degrees Celsius so the alarm doesn't go off, we only have three minutes."
"Roger." He whispered back. "Have you gotten into their ventilation program yet?" He removed the air filter after he had loosened up the screws.
"Still working on it, I can only create a 10 second window so it needs to be very precise."
"I would like to return to my hot date after this…." He whispered, now preparing the equipment he needed for the descent. He took out a small, black cube out of his backpack and looked into the ventilation hole. He turned himself around, so he was facing the ceiling of the shaft and held the cube up to it, pressing with his thumb and index into the object and watching how two titanium rods shot out of it, sticking themselves through the aluminium walls of the shaft.
"Remember to pull the cord once you're in, otherwise it'll get caught up in the vent, Mist."
"And we all know what would happen after that. Delicious minced meat." He chuckled, installing the automatic karabiner on one of the titanium rods and attaching the cable that was relied to his harness. "I'm ready when you are Fox." He whispered, checking his material for the last time.
"Go."
Mist jumped into the shaft, his eyes looking down at the vent beneath his feet that was still spinning. "Fox…" He doubtfully whispered, not seeing the vent stop as he was now less than a meter away from it and still approaching. "Damn it, Fox!"
"Got it."
With a soft screeching sound the vent came to a stop and Mist slipped through one of its openings, landing on the rooster right above the sphere. He pushed in a button on the belt of his harness and watched how the cable slid back to him, scant seconds before the vent started to spin again. "Remember me to never put my life in your hands again?" Now crunching on the rooster and analysing the room underneath him, he counted fourteen laser dispatchers on the surrounding walls.
"Did I actually scare Mist the fearless?"
"Let's get this over with." Mist mumbled, removing the rooster and putting on his infrared lenses.
"Go bring the beauty in."
"I'll see you in 10." And with that he jumped inside.
The first strong rays of the upcoming sun shone through the window and hit his eyes, making him stir in his sleep and turning his face away from the intruding light. He breathed in deeply and stretched himself out, his eyes opening themselves to realize that the bright whiteness of the sheets and covers didn't make this his bed. His right arm then slid over the spot right from him and found it empty.
Sitting up, he now looked at his surroundings, finding a rather modern room looking back at him. He moved out of bed, his eyes searching for his clothes and spotting them neatly folded on a dresser right in front of him. A black bathrobe hung over the white chair next to the bed and he decided to put that on for the time being.
The smell of baking bacon and eggs then caressed his nostrils and he made his way out of the room, following the delicious scent that made his stomach growl in protest for food.
"…Yeah, next class is on Tuesday, from 8 'til 9.30…"
He let his eyes roam around the living room now, taking in the contemporary style of the place, that consisted out of a lot of metallic colors associated with dark tones, most of the time black. He also noted a lot of pottery adorning the large windowsill, all differing in size and shape, from ordinary vessels to glazed pots with plants.
"We'll just continue from where we left off last week… Hmm-hn…"
His eyes then fell on the brunette standing in the kitchen with his back turned to him behind the stove and on the phone.
"That's what I heard too, what is up with that?"
Riku sneaked up behind him and was ready to lay his hands on him, when Mist suddenly turned, presenting two plates with breakfast and a large smile on his face. "Breakfast?" He whispered, walking over to the kitchen table and placing the plates on the surface.
"How…?" Riku wondered with a soft chuckle before sitting himself at the table.
"So Claire? I'll talk to you later, ok?" Mist hung up and put the phone away, coming up to the table with a grin. "Hope you're hungry?"
"After last night?" Riku replied picking up a piece of freshly cut melon and putting it in his mouth. "Any man would be."
"I wonder how many of your dates heard that before." Mist jokingly spoke, sitting himself at the table.
"I wonder how many guys had breakfast on this table after a night with you before." Riku added, earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.
"It's not like it is of matter anyways." Mist said, bringing his fork to his lips. "We won't see each other again after this."
"Oh really?" The platinum haired one skeptically asked. "So I was just a good fuck to you?" He mockingly spoke, his voice holding a tone of played sadness.
Mist laughed. "Don't go get all conceited here. Your performance was "above standards". It was okay."
"Somehow, I don't believe that." Riku chuckled, looking at him amusedly. "Or you must be a damn good actor, judging from the way you sounded last night."
Pursing his lips while giving him a contemplating look, Mist then turned his head in the other direction, trying to hide his smile and chuckle.
"I thought so." Riku murmured, now standing and walking over to him. "So, I was thinking, why not clear the other dates you had scheduled for this week and go out with me again."
"Well, judging from what happened last night, that means I'll have to fill up my supply in rubbers?" Mist said, looking up at him with a smile.
"I meant that I would like to get to know you better." Riku replied, smiling softly at him. "The sex was awesome, but I bet there's something more behind your sexiness that is even more appealing to me…"
Mist frowned slightly at that, not understanding from where this guy was coming from all of a sudden. "Why would you like to get to know me better?"
"Because…" Riku answered, shrugging.
"Because, what?" The brunette suspiciously asked, not liking this turn of events. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to someone saying something like that after a one night stand or because he couldn't afford to trust anyone with the type of life he was living, but he did not like where this guy was going. This was not what he had bargained for.
"Because I like you, Mist. You attract me."
Not at all.
Mist chuckled and stood up from his chair in turn and laid an amicable hand on Riku's left shoulder. "A one night stand is supposed to stay a one night thing only."
"I thought we clicked last night?" Riku whispered, not understanding the brunette's reaction.
"It was just sex." Mist flatly spoke. "Great, mind-blowing sex. But that's all it was."
For a second it looked like Riku wanted to say something, but changed his mind and simply walked passed Mist and into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Mist watched how Riku left through the door of his apartment without even looking back at him.
"Well that proves it…" Mist whispered to himself, looking at his plate now. "I can only count on myself." He briefly wondered why he felt so melancholic, but quickly dismissed it. This was what he had chosen for; to be alone. No one would make him anybody's fool again, never again would he be weak.
He then moved himself to the living space and turned on the TV, searcing for something to distract himself with.
"Last night at the Nobuhiro Scientific research centre a sphere was stolen. This is the second theft Nobuhiro Zaibatsu has had to endure in the lapse of two days. A spokesperson for Nobuhiro Zaibatsu that we interviewed this morning was not willing to disclose the importance of the sphere to us, but he made it clear that this second 'attack' to the Nobuhiro enterprise was not a simple coincidence. The firm is still suspecting an internal coup, but the police still have no lead on a potential suspect. More about this subject in the one o'clock news… The mayor of our city has visited the Midgard Orphinage today…"
Mist walked over to his laptop standing on the low table in the living room now and opened it. "I cannot have anyone standing in my way if I want to get what I want…" He looked at the picture of the sphere that popped up and took a satisfied breath. "I can't let my emotions mingle with my professional affairs. We all know how it went last time."
A chat window then opened.
"I'm strongly build, good looking and like being straight to the point. You and me, tonight with no clothes, fucking each other's brains out. How about it?" (Quickfix82)
An impish smile grew on his lips and he raised his hands to let his fingers dance over the keyboard. "No sentimental bullshit, only business." He whispered to himself as he typed in the reply. "No fucking strings attached."
