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Fuck!
"Nice ass," Ace Jordan Steele said as he stared at the laptop screen where he made wallpaper the picture of the woman already out of his office.
The woman was wearing a black dress and lab coat — that she wore in front of him. And she looked sexy while doing it.
Ace dragged his gaze to the door. The corner of his lips rose. He was really expecting that woman to be persistent, but she proved him wrong.
He was shaken, then his own hair pulled back. He didn't want to be associated with a person with Russian and Spanish blood but look at him now, a woman with Russian and Spanish blood just talked to him, and he actually replied.
This was a miraculous day in Jordan Steele's life.
And that's because she had a nice piece of fucking ass.
'And I am a piece of shit for admiring her hot ass. And a more fucking piece of crap because my cock hardened even more.'
Ace stood up then left the office. While riding in the elevator, he called the security team assigned to the CCTV room.
"Look for a woman with a lab coat," he said while looking at his wristwatch when security answered his call. Ten AM sharp. "She's still in the building. Find her, right now."
He didn't know what was being done— It was funny how his body moved against his mind. This was indeed a miraculous day.
"Sir, the woman with the lab coat is coming out of the building," said the security.
He immediately turned off the call, then repeatedly hit the basement where his black sedan was parked.
After like a fucking eternity, the elevator stopped in the basement. Annoyed, he went out, then called Gonzalo Rodriguez, who designed and built his elevator.
"You're a piece of shit," he said immediately when the man answered the call. "My elevator is slow. I thought it was the fastest elevator in the country? Give me back my money."
Rodriguez just scoffed. "Did you time it?"
Ace glanced at his wristwatch. His eyebrows met when he saw the time was only 10:02 AM. 'Just a two minute later? It feels like forever to me.'
He turned off the call without saying goodbye to Rodriguez. He didn't have anything to say anyway.
He got in the car and seemed to be racing fast. And when he got out of the basement and turned right, he felt like he had hit something.
"Fucking fuck," Ace cussed, and then he opened the door.
He pressed his lips together when he saw a dog lying on the ground. He felt a little sorry for the dog. It was his fault because he ran fast. He was about to approach the dog when he heard a woman's familiar voice.
"Oh, my God! Ace! Are you okay ?!" Candice Marshall was running towards his direction.
His two eyebrows rose in astonishment. 'Ace? Is she pertaining to me? Is that how she worries about me? Hmm. I feel special all of the sudden.'
He was ready to greet the woman when she suddenly knelt down next to the dog he had collided with.
"Ace, are you okay, baby?" Ms. Candice asked the unconscious dog.
His jaw slacked open. Well, what do you know? The world is so fucked up. Really fucked up.
Ms. Candice sharp eyes turned to him. "What did you do to my dog?" A tear slid down her cheek. "You killed my dog. You're a murderer!"
He looked at the woman in disbelief. "What the fuck?" Earlier she was calm while talking to him even though she smiled at him. Then now, does she seem to want to tease him because he ran over her dog? What a woman.'
She removed the shoe she was wearing then threw it hard at him. Fortunately, he escaped quickly. Otherwise, his snout might be bleeding.
Ace glared at Ms. Candice. "What is your problem, woman!"
"You killed my dog-" The dog moved a little. "You hurt my dog!" she quickly rephrased. "Argh! I wish you could run over too!"
Ace just stared at Ms. Candice—Nah, he was staring at her delicious looking ass. She was not wearing her lab coat. Damn, s-so hot. My cock is throbbing. Hell, yeah.
She carried the dog in her arms, then glared at him and got into her car. Of course, she was again given a chance to see her edible hot and fucking sexy ass.
Yum!
Ace picked up the woman's shoes then threw them in the backseat of her car. He then left the vehicle, blocking the road to the basement, where other vehicles were parked. He walked into 'Nadia Group of Companies'— the company he owned.
He read the name plate of the security guard guarding the entrance of the building. "Samuel."
The guard immediately looked at him. Good.
He pointed to his car. "That's my car. If anyone complains because my car is blocked, tell me and I'll fire them all, okay?"
The guard nodded, fear evident in his eyes. "Yes, sir."
He nodded as well, then walked-attitude toward the elevator. He owned the whole freaking building and the company. He had the right to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Upon arriving at the office, Ace picked up the invitation card and read it.
'The CEO, you are invited as one of the bachelors to be auctioned for Animal Welfare at exactly 8 PM.'
I feel like a fucking male prostitute to be sold because of fucking animals. The world is really fucking weird.
The venue was written on the invitation card so was the dress code. The dress code was bullshit. Who would go to a formal party naked? Just common sense, nothing yet.
Ace rolled his eyes and slipped the invitation card into his pocket. He was about to return to work when his cell phone rang. The song 'Careless Whisper' blasted on his phone.
He rolled his eyes. What else does the Russian need?
"What do you need?" he asked the one on the other line.
"Hey, Ace. I didn't miss you?"
Logan and his disastrous Spanish. "Maybe you mean—' you didn't miss me'?" He rolled his eyes. "Probably not. Who are you?"
"Your best friend."
He rolled his eyes again. "I don't have a best friend."
"You want me to introduce you to that time…." He said in Spanish.
"Fine! You're my best friend. And it's 'remind' not 'introduce.'"
"Oh." Logan chuckled. "My bad. Anyway, I plan to leave the New York."
Ace sighed heavily. "Logan, it's' go home 'not' leave. '" Disgusted, he shook. "Don't talk to me until your Spanish is straight."
Logan just laughed. "Sorry, I'm still learning."
"Learning?" He scoffed. "Logan, you've been studying Spanish for almost ten years. Admit it, you don't have a future in Spanish. You're ambitious."
Logan just laughed at him. "Take me to the airport, huh? I want my name written on the big rjeta postal."
Ace's irritation increased. "Logan, don't 'take,' it's 'fetch.' And it's not 'rjeta postal' but 'tarjeta postal'—The postcard."
"Oops! My bad, again." Logan laughed. "Anyway, pick me up, okay? And how's my house there in Bachelor's Village? I want to throw a party when I got there."
"I do not care."
"Anyway, have you ever had breastfeeding with a woman?"
"Breastfeeding? Go fuck yourself, Logan, it's 'sucking.'" He gritted his teeth in so much annoyance. "Logan, stop talking to me!" He turned off the call, and suddenly, Ms. Lena Candice entered his mind.
What the hell is the meaning of that?