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Alejandro
I stared at the chessboard, silently. I was playing against myself as usual. It cleared my mind, and opened up the possibilities of new strategies and calculative plots… but right now, it wasn't fucking working. I kept fucking thinking about the fucking dinner that was in two hours.
I could decide not to attend the dinner, and even risk disappointing Mr. and Mrs. Vega, but then Alexandra would think I was fucking cowering away from her. Fuck her. I gave up on the chess board and pushed it away, causing some of the chess pieces to fall sideways.
A wild purr from the shadows caught my attention and I glanced sideways. The black panther I kept as a pet moved it's giant head against it's chains, bright yellow eyes staring at me. I stared back for a moment before I wet my bottom lip, glancing out at the darkening skies outside the glass wall.
The sky looked exactly like my mood today.
Dark and gloomy.
I was sitting shirtless in the loft of my mansion, the highest point of the building apart from the helicopter hangar on the roof, of course. The loft was one big, wide open space. There were no furniture or décor. Just a soft dark rug spanning the floor length. A chess board table. A few drinks. And the glass wall. And condoms. Because most of my kinky shit happened here.
A corner of the loft was dedicated to Night, my black panther. Her bed, stuffed prey and other shit were all there, chained along with her. She was deadly. Sharp teeth, sharp claws. Sharp reflexes. She weighed a ton. If she trapped you, you could never get her off. And that's what I liked the most about her.
She was trained since birth to not attack humans, but she was still a wild animal. A natural predator that could definitely cause serious injuries… accidentally or not. So she had to stay chained, except when I let her roam about the house, following me around.
I pressed the device in my ear. "What?"
"Top agent is here, sir." A guard said. "She demands entrance."
I closed my eyes briefly. "Let her in." Then I leaned back against the chess table, legs spread and an elbow on one knee, facing the loft door at the far end.
In minutes, the loft door swung open, hitting the wall noisily. I glared up at the woman standing in the doorway, her silhouette turning to face my direction. "Don't fucking do that again." I said quietly, pissed off at the loud noise.
She stepped forward, so the lights from outside illuminated her. Pink hair flitted around her shoulders as her lips covered in black lipstick smiled. "I'm sorry, boss."
In response to her apology, Night released a deep growl, obviously startled by the noise. Gina, Top Agent and leader of security in the entire Reyes Empire, glanced over at the panther's shadowy corner. "Hey, Night." Then she looked back at me, with that smile and her sharp dark eyes twinkling.
"You better have reports." I deadpanned.
She smirked, digging her long black fingernails into a pocket in her midnight black body suit to produce a black flash drive. "I do." Then she sashayed forward, lean body and hips swaying with practiced stealth. She placed the flash drive on my open hand, crouching down. "I left HQ for just a few weeks and look at what happened. 14 of our men dead. I just got back last night, only to deal with this mess."
"Is that a complaint?" I growled, studying the flash drive.
"No, boss." I heard the smile in her voice. "I'll start my job by having a little conversation with the man we captured."
I shifted my gaze to meet hers. "Stay the fuck away. He's mine to torture."
She smirked. "Of course. But I heard that's not going well. He might talk if he sees a woman instead. Some men are pigs."
Throwing the flash drive on the chess board table, I answered coolly. "Too bad for the fucker, he's going to keep seeing only me till he talks, or rots off to fucking hell."
The smile on her face slowly faded as she regarded me, breaking eye contact to gaze down my naked chest, down to the loose grey sweatpants hanging down my v-cut. When she met my gaze again, her eyes were hooded with lust. "I like it when you talk foul, boss." She pulled the zipper of her body suit halfway down to reveal the pale skin of her cleavage and mid-riff.
She stared at me hungrily, waiting.
Putting her out of her misery, I motioned at her to come to me. She eagerly climbed onto my thighs, straddling me as she immediately dug her nails in the muscle of my shoulders and licked at the side of my neck like a starved cat. "Fuck, I missed this.." She sighed.
I smirked, fisting her pink hair up tight to pull her head away from my neck. "You couldn't get laid in Singapore?"
"They were all scared of cutting me. Fucking pussies." She spat, wriggling her hair out of my fist. "You are the one who got the guts to do it."
I grabbed her hair again, this time fisting it around my hand so tight, she couldn't move her head. With my other hand capturing both of her wrists, I flipped us, so she landed on the floor, trapped under me. The impact knocked the breath out of her and I said in a low tone, "It's not about guts. I just don't care if you get hurt."