Susan had been sneakily shying away from Donald or anything with the touch of him and his essences. The DOMINANT.
She didn't want to like him, Mr. Donald. And she especially didn't want to admire him. at least when she'd believed he was a wacko, she could ignore his seducing eyes. She'd been crazy to consider a relationship with him other than the professional one they already shared.
She felt. He is strong, both physically and mentally. So simple how he got her emotions big time.
What would happen to her fragile self if he ever unleashed the powerful sinful emotions and heat raging inside of him? that would be risky sweet because she can't wait to be left with him. She doesn't mind seating in the moonlight, sipping wines, and candlelight dinner. She wants all.
She was fragile both physically and emotionally. So scarred, still couldn't get her sanity healthy at the moment, she wants it badly.
SUSAN WATCHED Donald's receptionist struggled with her temper as she tried to locate a file for her, Amy has never been on good terms with Susan due to some reasons best known to her.
"I still can't find it" the thin receptionist chirped.
" why not make another one?" Susan suggested.
" I'm not sure. Mr. Donald has the rest of the documents on his laptop, I can ask him for them if you want me to" Amy said. Always trying to find reasons to be more close with her boss. Mr. Donald.
"Oh is fine. I will send him a request on his email" as she makes a turn to her space in the office, walking with her red heels upright as one who had an appointment with Diego's family. Amy had felt like disabling those noisy shoes of hers if she was opportune to. Amy is never satisfied with her accomplishments.
Susan's phone beeps, it's Donald.
" talk of the devil" Susan murmured at the absence of Amy's attention.
"Susan, can we talk?" Donald suggested over the call.
"Uhm. Alright, when sir?" she asked.
"I will text you when the time comes" he hangs the call.
Susan is already used to him hanging up unfinished calls. she nodded, just then Susan's heart start pounding so hard like one under pressure, she couldn't tell what the conversation would be all about, getting physical with Donald would no doubt mean attachment -and she's never a one-stand kind of woman, it took her some seconds to earn her strength back the moment she raised down the phone from her ear, staring quietly, her big eyes glistening with emotions she dare not pursue.
She had waited all through the day looking at her phone to see him call her, looking so intrigued, but what seems to surprise her is that Donald can never book an appointment he may disappoint, he rather not.
As restless as she had become, she left for the restroom, with her cosmetic portable bag and toiletries pack as she tries to discourage her reddish cheeks from displaying with her watch ticking, then did it occur to her.
"It's lunchtime," she said, gazing at the reflector positioned at her face. " best moment in this company" continues addressing herself.
On getting out of the building entrance, she met Donald's stare and filled with contempt, he acted strangely, with a proceeding movement to his car, he adjusts his collar overlooking the presence of her. Susan went blank. She could see herself falling sick instantly, her weak bone more likely to break.
He didn't talk to me? Am I badly dressed?
All she could think was to close for day's toil and go home, she didn't bother to get the lunch she had craved or wait for more for a conversation that won't hold. Is she dedicated or getting obsessed?
DONALD
I hate to see her like that, but I don't have that every time now to explain why am this way. Is the high time I do the right thing.
Donald picks his mobile phone.
"Hello, have you organized the document I sent to your email? I want them printed. This evening" as he hangs up the call
And he feels like the boss doing what he does. Hanging up before his subjects could utter a response. His wants should be fulfilled.
He had noticed the fragile look on her face the moment he walked away without saying anything, he really desired the reverse of what had happened, he had like to hug her too tight, squeeze her inside of him, with a feather-like kiss on her forehead. His pretty slim thing.
" nice figure," he murmured
"Pardon?" his driver inquired.
Wasn't for you, continue driving Mr. Jeffrey.
Holy fuck.
After a few hours' drive, Donald Brando walks into this suite.
He was followed in by a third dark suit man who was already standing by the entrance of the building, both men exchanged a handshake with a smile on both lips, the man made a go-ahead gesture with his left hand to the sided door at the wall of the suite.
"Welcome Mr. Donald" as he leads the party to a quiet place, they both had a seat, placing an order of choice of drinks
The man had been Donald's friendship for 22 years still counting, he is one of the best know estate investors in the state. If not the best.
"Can I see what you have for me?" Donald was been straight. For he is here for his forthcoming satisfaction. It has been his fantasy all his life to do what he's about starting just that he hasn't found the right partner of choice. SUBMISSIVE.
" This is the pictures and sketches of what I told you that are available" extending an envelope of the documents to Donald
Donald surveyed the documents as he nods to the about to close a deal between them "I like the white one " pointing at the Maison pictured on a sheet that was given to him. This marks the beginning of his fantasy.
"I know you would certainly no doubt like this one..but is quite big"
"Big?"
"Yea, big I mean"
"I like it big" as he gives that awkward smile
"Alright let's get started" the man tries to break the awkward serenity. Signing frantically to his boy, who was standing with more papers to come forth.
"I may in future come for a change of credentials" as he swipes his thumb across his soft lips.
"Okay. Noted" the man agrees and never bothers to throw a question about who would be the new owner because, of course, he shouldn't. Is Not expected of him.
"Sign here"
They made some transactions and lately depart after they had a round of handshakes to seal the deal.
What's been on Donald's mind to have made him take such a bold decision when he had no warranty of a submissive roommate yet . No contract with anyone. He had hopes I guessed?.