Chapter 3 - The letter

Mr Kingsley Pov

"This isn't a small investment Sir" the tiny guy with the glasses says.

I was in a meeting with an airline company, I was looking to buy into their company. I have always wanted to invest in airlines. I personally love flying and will probably start mine one day. But for now this is okay.

"Sir, you have a meeting now in your office" Betty came in, interrupting us

"I need a minute" tell her. She nods and walks out. Looking back at the man but he was looking at Betty behind. I know she was an attractive woman, but I've had my fill of her.

"Yes, I will be making the investment. My Financial advisor will call you with the offer" I say getting up

He gets up as well looking flustered and sweaty.

"Thank you Sir, we'll be waiting" he offers me his hands for a handsome but I ignored it

"I have another meeting" I say buttoning up my suit "My assistant will see you out"

I walked to the door that leads to my office when my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes when I saw who was calling.

"I have a meeting Amanda" I pick up

Amanda was a model that I have been sleeping with on and off. I knew she wanted more, she was just a good fuck to me. I don't do relationship, too much drama.

"I'm back on Monday night, want to have dinner" she asks with her honeyed voice.

The reason I chose her was because she was hardly in town, she was always travelling for work so that benefits me. I don't have to see her all the time. When she gets back in town she doesn't stay for too long.

"I'll will have Betty check my calendar and get back to you" I tell her "I have to go now" I hanged up when I saw a girl standing in my office looking like a lost cat.

"Who are you" I asked annoyed. Who let her in? The more I looked at her I wanted to laugh. What the heck was she wearing "well?" I pressed when she didn't reply. She stood there staring at me like a fish.

"I'm Myra Williams with the newspaper, I had an interview with you at 9..."

"The call" I cut her off remembering "like I said I have only have 10 minutes" I move to my desk.

She looked really young, I'm sure she was like 20, I can't believe they sent as inter to do the interview they have been disturbing me for months for. I watch as she went through her ugly looking bag.

"Aren't you a little too young to do this?" I asked confused

She looked up at me offended

"I assure you Mr Kingsley, I do my job well. I wouldn't be here is I didn't".

"Ready?" She asked. I nod slowly, for someone so small she had a mouth on her. The way she called me Mr Kingsley affected me. I looked at her pink lips as she spoke, imagining it around my cock. God was I that horny?

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I listened to Luke as he reads the column about me out loud. It was early Monday morning and we were in my office. Luke was my friend and business partner, we were in a meeting with other office in China when my publicist called me. She told me to read the paper. I laughed when I read it, it was funny. I give her that, but of course my publicist didn't find it funny.

I remember the girl, she was very unusual. I was confused when I saw her standing in my office that Morning, I knew I had a meeting with a journalist, I just didn't expect a young girl. She looked like she was fresh out of college. And her clothes choices were weird, she dresses like somebody's grandma. Her ridiculous long skirt with a pair of brown ugly pantyhose. I don't remember the last time I since a woman that covered before. And her bag that looked like she got in from her ancestors.

I couldn't see any skin expect her hands and face. I couldn't stop looking at her, I was intrigued that she didn't look taken by me. I was so use to women throwing themselves at me, wearing ridiculous revealing clothes but not her, She had an unreadable face. She didn't once flirt or hinted that she wanted me.

And when she called me on being late I was surprised and annoyed. I didn't want to do the interview in the first place, but they would stop calling. I was expecting someone older with a bit more experience in life not an inter.

"At least she didn't call you a racist" Luke says jokingly

To be honest I was surprised she didn't, if she really wanted people to hate me she should have added that as well. I could tell she was mixed with something, her curly messy hair and her skin was golden tan, very smooth and shiny. Well her face was, I couldn't see anything else.

"I like her already" he says sitting at the edge of my desk

"What do you mean?" I looked up at him confused

"She is the only woman other than your sister and mother who's actually insulted you. I wanna meet her, we could get along"

"Yeah I doubt that, unless your into grandma clothes and well boring" I tell him laughing

"What are you talking about she sounds hot, Myra Williams" he plays with her name

"Well she's cute, but dresses like my great grandma in the 50s" remember I her clothes and shoes. I didn't know they still sold clothes like that.

"Really, I thought she would be hot and sexy like in a bossy type of way"

I laughed shaking my head at him, only if he saw what I saw. "You really wanna see what she looks like" I ask him an idea coming to my head. I knew Luke type, he like skinny blondes with long legs. So I couldn't wait to see his reaction when he sees her.

"Yes, I would love to meet the woman brave enough to insult you"

"Fine, I can set up another interview with me and you" I say ringing up my assistant Betty.

"Yes get me flowers for a Myra Williams. I will have the note ready for you soon" I tell her hanging up

"She wouldn't come back here, not after what she wrote" he says

"She will if she gets an interview with you as well" I tell him. He was as important as me, so for her to turn it down she would be stupid. Having another column on the two of us will really help her career.

He moved to my shoulders so he could see what I was writing.

"You would like to apologise" he scoffs when he sees what I wrote

"This is cruel, I change my mind"

"Ms Myra,

I was very impressed in your article about me, I can say it's the first time someone called me ageist but not sexist. But I was a bit disappointed, I personally thought we got on well, I guess I thought wrong. Allow me too correct that please, I will like to invite you for another interview on Friday evening at 6pm with my business partner Luke Thomas. I will like to apologise for my rudeness physical and correct what you think about me.

Mr Kingsley"

"Too late, I ordered the flowers" I tell him, signing the letter. I didn't want to tell him I wanted too see her as well. Something about her intrigued me, maybe it was her clothes or the way she- called me Mr Kingsley. The way it sounded on her pink lips did something to me. No one calls me Mr Kingsley, my employees called me Sir and my family called me Ryan. But I wanted to hear her say it again.

"You signed it as Mr Kingsley?" he questions me "makes you sound like an old white man" he laughs

Ignoring him I put the note in the envelope "That's what she calls me" I tell him looking at his smirking face.

"What?" I asked him,

"Nothing, cute huh" he shakes his head chuckling. Did I call her cute?