Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“So Stryker I hear you made a killing on the Thompson deal.” Old man Marley was an astute businessman who was one of the last holdouts on the board of a firm that I was vying to take over. That was my little hobby, though I don’t think the people I’d taken over from in the past two years would appreciate knowing that that’s how I saw it. I like to buy companies, revamp them and either sell them for a profit or run them myself with a team that I had set up. Having a head for business gave me the opportunity to have my fingers in many pies so apart from investing I bought and sold. Businesses, homes, land, you name it if there was a price tag on it I could turn a profit.
“Really Samuel must you discuss business?”
I smiled indulgently at his wife who scolded him from her seat next to him. There was no one on either side of me and I wondered if my tablemates were running late or a no show.
“That’s quite alright Mrs. Marley, to answer your question sir I did, now you see what I can do for your company.”
“Listen young man that company has been around long before you were born and I venture to say it will be long after you and I are gone…”
“It’s dying sir, you know it and I know it.”
He huffed at me and was gearing up I’m sure to blast me to kingdom come, but his wife intervened once more. The others at the table were busy with their own conversations and had missed the impending fireworks. I heard her laugh and cringed I hadn’t heard that sound in two months, and would’ve been happy to never have heard it again in my life. She was standing across the room on the arm of some poor sod thank heavens. That meant she wouldn’t make a scene when she realized I was here. I hate scenes, she’s another reason I’d been avoiding public appearances truth be told. Not that I was hiding from her heaven forbid, but I found confrontations trying and time consuming. When something was over it was over.
It seemed tonight was to be my unlucky night because no sooner had the lights started to dim heralding the beginning of the show, than none other then Sabrina was seated to my right with her date next to her on the other side of her. She didn’t seem too surprised to see me and I wondered if she’d had something to do with the seating arrangements. There was no time to change and I wouldn’t have even if there were. Fuck her that would be the day when I ran from a woman. If she’d meant to strike up a conversation she was waylaid by the emcee announcing the start of the show.
I turned my attention to the stage and blocked all thoughts of the unwelcomed presence beside me. As was to be expected the fashion was geared towards the women in the crowd. I paid scant attention to the show, as there was nothing of interest for me. Mom wasn’t into such things, though she had a closet full of designer wear that I buy her whenever I’m away on one of my travels to Europe. Other than her I had no one to shop for. The lingerie was first up, tastefully made and presented of course. I don’t know too much about such things I like my women naked. The dressing is nice to look at of course but I much prefer what’s underneath. She was the third to come on stage, tall statuesque and a total knockout. I have to admit to being blindsided. She had the kind of beauty rarely seen anywhere except an airbrushed magazine. But this was no superficial mannequin this was raw beauty in the flesh. My first thought was that I wanted to kill every man in the room that had eyes on her and there were plenty. Old, young, married single I was sure they were all gazing at the beauty who stood so tall and proud as she stopped at the end of the stage before turning to make her way back. I didn’t even see what she’d been wearing all I’d seen was her. I sat through the rest of the show numb. As anyone would be who had just been struck by a lightning bolt. When the light came up I released the breath I’d been holding. It was then I caught the glare from the woman sitting next to me. She knew, how could she not? She’d shared my bed for a few months not too long ago. I’d venture to say she knew my look of hunger very well. But she’d never been at the end of one quite so ravenous before, not from me at any rate. It didn’t matter nothing else really did in that moment. I wanted to leave the table right away and go backstage to find her but etiquette would not allow. There were other ways of finding out who she was, and before the night was over I vowed to have that information. Not since my days on the streets had I felt such hunger, such need. I had no interest in the conversations going on around me. Women were cooing over their bids as their husbands looked on dotingly. I heard none of it, my mind completely occupied by thoughts of my plan of action.