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Bitter Sweet Rivals (Lady Bloody Ava & Fates.Gamble)

Lady Bloody Ava

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Robert de Beaumonts and George Buckholtz were friends since high school, all the way through college. In their rowdy years they came together with the idea for a business. Both made massive success in unifying their brilliant minds. Refining trash and turning them into more eco friendly materials. More cost effective and they sell their supplies to big named business' such as McDonalds, Johnsons & Johnson, and even Nike. Substituting plastics with their more affordable, biodegradable, and durable products and such. The company went well beyond that with a hand in various pockets until both men were murderously shot. Both families devastated and came together as one for the last time at the funeral. Gabriella Eloise de Beaumont was the third generation of her family. The young girl's father having died when she was but a toddler, in a car accident. Abigail Beaumont, daughter of Robert Beaumont was fascinated with the family business and was more than ready to take over, but it was a massive surprise when the Buckholtz rejected the idea of her being the co-owner and the second chief executive officer.

That was where it all went downhill from there. The company was broken down between the two feuding families and the two sky scrapers in the bustling city. Process Global Inc, was no more. A distrust was formed between the families as they fought for their former clients. Trying to outdo one another with innovative ideas. Gabriella now trained under her mother, Abigail Beaumont. The signature long ebony locks, passed down from her mother, and the emerald eyes of her father marked this woman as a Beaumont. Pencil skirts and button up shirts made up most of her wardrobe. Business suits every now and then and various heels. Often she would be seen with her thick black Chanel glasses. Other days she would be wearing her contact lenses. Sun kissed skin could be seen on her lengthy legs and her lithe arms. Of course man eyes did not miss out on her proportional and modest C cup breasts. A few buttons were undone at the end of the busy day.

"Okay if those damn Buckholts steal that Trifexis account from us, so help me mom." Both women walked through the large and lavished lobby of the Globex Corporation. Their heels clicking upon the marble floor. Gabriella looking exactly like her mother when she was twenty-five, with the exception of the eyes. While Misses Beaumont wore her hair up in a long ponytail, Gabriella allowed her ebony locks to cascade about her shoulders and down her back. Through the front glass rotating door they walked and onto the side walked of the bustling street where a limo waited for her mother. "You heading home?" Misses Beaumont asked placing a well manicured hand upon her daughter's shoulder. Gabby just shook her head.

"No, it's Friday. It's been a crazy week and I have the entire weekend ahead of me. I'm going to hit up the Buddha Bar and catch a cab." Gabby pressed her soft ruby red lips to her mother's cheek. "I'll call you, mom." She said as she walked the sidewalk, blending with the other pedestrians. Turning the corner and arriving at a rather expensive bar that attracted people with deep pockets. Only once in a blue moon did she come to this bar. Occasionally she would get hit on, but Gabby thought her life far too busy for a relationship. Upon entering the bar, she was rather happy to see that it wasn't packed. The woman taking a seat at the bar. "A dry martini, please." She asked sweetly as she plucked out her phone and began checking her email. The top three buttons of her quarter sleeved crisp white shirt allowed access to the valley of her cleavage. Her black pencil skirt riding up just over her knees when she sat down. She was no virgin and while Gabriella was no whore she did indulge herself with a man once in a while. However she wasn't easy to get to. Now Gabriella had never personally met a Buckholtz face. Names were all to common and she only remembered George Buckholtz and was knew that he had a grandson around her age. As an only child she did her best at everything, but she needed to relax and that is what she was going to do this weekend. Black stilettos were more than happy to take a break from walking as she sipped on her top shelf martini, paying no mind to anyone around her.
 

Fates.Gamble

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#2
The board-room felt like a prison to Devon as he listened to the executives droll on, not really paying attention to the things they had to say as he mindlessly twirled a fountain pen between his fingers, eyes like emerald pools appearing hazy as he stared into nothingness. It wasn’t that he hated board meetings; many days in fact, he found it thrilling to prove his expertise in the field, coming up with new marketing campaigns or opportunities that the other executives were too dull to consider on his own. He’d always been an out-of the-box thinker, something that might have taken him just as far in the company as his heritage. Despite all that, today there was little more on his mind than escaping the confines of the stuffy meeting room. The week had been long; a little –too- long for Devon’s tastes, and the longer this meeting took the longer it would be before he was able to cut loose and get some drinks in him.

‘Cutting loose’ was something the other big-wigs felt that the young Buckholtz heir indulged in a little too often. There was no denying the boy’s talent, he adopted the company’s cut-throat manner of business with something of a finesse to often be praised. But now that his father had declared plans for early retirement, there were few if any on the board who weren’t biting their nails in nervous anticipation. Every gaze fell on the boy with apprehension, each man savoring the same, worrying thought: Devon Buckholtz was in no way shape or form ready to receive his father’s mantle. Business tycoon or not, Devon was a well-known party hound. More than once he cost the company in effort to keep his name out of papers, or rival company ears. Particularly when concerning Transcend Global’s biggest rival, and closest neighbor, the Globex corporation. Once their most trusted allies, it seemed now as though Transcend was on a daily mission to annihilate the rival business. Even now, the topic of discussion fell on one thing: How were they going to take the Trifexis contract from under their noses. Once again a disappointment to the board, the task had fallen mostly into Devon’s hands. It seemed his father was taking every viable opportunity to snap his son out of his day dreams of tasteful women and expensive booze, which meant a shit-load more of work for Devon.

It was the biggest contribution to Devon’s long, tiring week. He’d been in secret negotiations with Trifexis for a while now, seeking every turn possible to sweeten their offer over Globex, but the company was determined to keep the contract, giving his fellow board members even more cause to doubt him. His pensive attitude during the meeting did little to improve it either, Devon had to admit, as he looked up to find all eyes were on him, awaiting response. He suddenly realized that his name had been called, and quickly straightened his posture, stammering for a response. He caught his father’s disappointed gaze most of all, but he did his best to ignore it, quickly falling into his part as he brought up his latest discussions with the Trifexis CEO . . .

When all was said and done, Devon quickly fled the board room, grateful that his father had been caught in discussion with one of the other executives. No doubt he wanted to lecture his son, as he seemed rather fond of doing lately. Devon was certain the conversation was about him, they usually were these days, which only helped to contribute his father’s ire and worry. He kept a passive outlook on it, though. The suits could think whatever they wanted; no matter what they would say or try, the company would be his in due time and he would prove them all wrong. So what if he liked to un-wind? Once he stepped into Old-Man-Buckholtz’s shoes, it wasn’t like there would be much time for it anymore; might as well live it up while he still had enough freedom to do so.

Devon loosened his stunning blue tie as he strode down the halls, stopping by his office to drop off his briefcase and check in with his assistant before sending her home for the night. He stopped to check himself in the mirror as he contemplated where he would go for the night, running careful fingers over his medium, jet black hair. The dark locks brought his green eyes to burn like fire, giving him an exotic appearance. He wore a black, shark-pattern, two-button suit that was custom tailored for his toned build. For a good moment he considered changing into something more casual, but he couldn’t help but feel he looked too damn dashing to bother. With a satisfied grin, he quietly left his office and made for the lobby, carefully avoiding any path his father might take. The evening ahead was filled with too much potential to risk spoiling it.

His thoughts seemed to echo those of the heir of his rivals, though unbeknownst to either of them. There was no need to go out of his way when he planned to drink his fill tonight, and so he found himself walking down the couple blocks to the Buddha Bar, a haunt he’d frequented much in his young adult life. He arrived several minutes after Gabriella, drawing more than one pair of interested eyes as he came through the door. It was a pretty small crowd, which was fine after a long day of nothing but the boring side of business. Not taking note of anyone in particular, Devon found himself a quiet table off to the side, where he was quickly met by a waitress flashing a flirty smile. She was pretty cute, so Devon was all smiles himself as he ordered a Crown and Coke, none too shy about checking her out as she turned away to fulfill his request. He soon caught the eye of two other women who’d apparently taken an interest in him, obviously leaning over to one another to comment on or rate him, but he pretended not to notice, his eyes scanning around the room . . . unprepared for the beauty they would eventually land on.

Devon couldn’t say quite what overcame him when his eyes fell upon Gabriella . . . a feeling unlike anything he’d quite experienced. He couldn’t even see the woman’s face, but there was something about her . . . What he could see of her form was inarguably as exquisite as the way she dressed. It seemed every inch, from her luscious curves, to her smooth, slender legs was carved with the idea of perfection. He felt a fire within, burning to know every feature she had to offered. He could not recall the last time he felt such strong desire and mystery swelling within the pit of his being. So consumed was he by the thought of this woman, he hadn’t noticed his waitress return with his drink, or the way she lingered, expecting to engage him in conversation. Eventually her eyes followed the path of his gaze, and understanding what was going on, her demeanor grew a little cold as she cleared and throat and told him the price.

Devon blinked out of his transfer as he fetched his card, and asked her to keep it open. She accepted it with a mild sigh, before setting his drink down and pulling away to return to her work. Devon took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes continuing to bore into Gabriella until he finally decided to approach her. Now, Devon was by no means an unconfident man, but he felt nervous for the first time in a long time as he came upon the bar, and quietly slid into the spot next to her. He’d done this a hundred times, but beside this woman he felt as fresh to the game as a new born. His whole body felt like it vibrated with nervous anticipation as he drank in her appearance, finding her every bit as breath-taking as he knew he would. Devon offered a kind, handsome smile that disguised the edginess he felt just from being in proximity of her. “You look like you might have had as long of a day as me,” he said softly, catching her attention. His voice was deep, defined and full of an intelligence beyond his years. He took note of her nearly empty martini glass, and asked, “Perhaps I can get you another of those?” Instantly, he jaded himself for his approach. A woman like her deserved an honest effort, but in her intoxicating presence his mind felt dulled, and it seemed as though no words could possibly be good enough; though his confident eyes and posture would never betray his thoughts. <e>
 

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Gabriella felt the stress slowly melting away. Work was taking its toll on her and just because it was the weekend didn't mean that work was put on hold. The gorgeous business mogul had flirted and negotiated with the people of Trifexis for their cooperation and convincing them that there was no better company to add to their "family". Upon her martini she silently sipped. Thoughts interrupted by the sound of a voice at her side. Green eyes looked from her drink to the handsome male that joined her at the bar. She dawned no smile as he approached, only a curious look about her, but what he said caused a smile to tug at the corner of her lips before she laughed lightly. "If only you knew." She said with a brighter smile before making the last of the trio of olives that garnished her drink, disappear past her lips. Observation kicked in: He was very hot. If she assumed correctly he had deep pockets. The suit alone, said that. The man intrigued her. Now Gabby was far from new to this ritual of men buying her drinks, but it didn't hurt having a little conversation and a free drink.

"I don't know, can you?" It was a jest on her part. The woman becoming less 'stiff' as her weekend started early. "I would love another one, but what's the occasion? Getting lonely over there?" The female bartender served her up another martini. Three was her usual limit. She was no lightweight when it came to drinks, but the idea of getting completely shit faced just led to some bad scenarios in her mind. "I'm Gabby." No need to be formal. He would most likely not remember her name in the morning. Assumptions ran rampant through her mind. A 'fuck N fly' type of guy or 'romantic weekend' kind of guy. Gabriella was very familiar with one night stands. She even reminded one guy to lock the door on the way out as he thought he was sneaking out of bed.

"So, may I ask the name of my gracious host of the evening?" She asked with a lax smile upon her lips. Her phone was slipped back into her small purse as she sipped on her freshly made drink. "Work is the last thing that I want to talk about and yes it was that bad." Her eyes scanned him over with no remorse. His eyes were stunning. The urge to rake her fingers through his hair was disturbingly strong. "You're handsome." Gabriella openly noted, without shame, nor the slightest hesitance.
 

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Gabriella’s beautiful looks, and obvious intelligence and charm were certainly paying off for her. Not only was she successfully pulling the Trifexis contract into her favor, but she snared Devon himself as easily as a naive rabbit. If he had half a clue as to who this girl actually was, this conversation, this promise full of sweet potential that was growing by the moment, would never be happening. It was likely the same from her perspective, but the clueless pawns played their dangerous game seamlessly. Her response brought an undeniably sexy smile out of him; a look caught somewhere between boyish charm and absolute debonair, backed only by his fine suit and wealthy air. His attentions turned regrettably to the bar tender, but only long enough to order her another martini before he was drinking in her delicious visage once more.

“Actually,” he started, still smiling, “I thought you were just too damn stunning not to come talk to.” His eyes swept her body with obvious appreciation, imbibing every bit of her. From the way her unbuttoned shirt exposed some of her soft, perfection chest, down past her wondrous hips, right to her sexy stilettoes. It wasn’t just her body that drove him hot. The way she dressed showed she had style, which usually meant an engaging personality. There was no better sort of company in, or out of the bedroom in Devon’s opinion. As she introduced herself, his eyes shifted back up, and he gave her the same courtesy. “Devon,” he responded, offering his hand in introduction. He was tempted to kiss her hand just for the pleasure of feeling his lips against her delightful, sun-kissed skin, but that was far too cliché for his liking; and unnecessary besides. The attraction and abandoned thoughts that run rampant, was obvious just in the way he touched. Not so much a formal handshake as a slightly lingered grasp, his fingertips almost electric in the way they whispered across her skin.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Devon said plainly once the moment had passed, and she batted away work. Like her, work was the absolute last thing on his mind. Just thinking of the office brought the image of his father’s disappointed face to mind, and he certainly wasn’t interested in living that memory. Work being brought up again was enough to send him after the Crown and Coke he’d seemed to have forgotten after drinking in Gabby for so long. Her top-shelf martini was finally delivered after that, which he eyed with approval. “I’ve got to say Gabby, you’ve certainly got good tastes.” This girl was becoming more appealing by the moment, but he still could not say why, exactly. He’d met and wooed plenty of beautiful women in his day, most with just as much allure. But there was just something about this girl…

“And you are just down right gorgeous,” he responded in kind to her bold compliment. His eyes were equally intrepid in the way they admired her form. It was clear that neither of them were strangers to this little dance. The attraction was palpable, but she still had his head in a fog. He could barely think straight, let alone think of a way to bring this to the next level. But everything was falling into place so naturally that the edginess was easy to swallow down. “How is it your here all by yourself?” he asked, true apprehension lingering behind the words. No way this girl wasn’t single. “You don’t have a big bad boyfriend who’s gonna burst in on me for buying you a drink, do you? I certainly wouldn’t blame him if he tried, but I think I might have to fight just as hard for you.” If only he knew who he was vowing to put up a fight for. If he wasn’t so enamored and intrigued, he might have remembered an old curse his father threw around the last time she’d swept a contract out from under them.
‘Bitch has got hair as black as the devil’s heart, and her eyes as green as his soul. Little princess Beaumont is becoming a problem. . .’
But hell, if black hair or green eyes made you guilty of being a Beaumont, then the jury wouldn’t be out long on his case. <e>
 

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It was almost a relief to see that he was not one to hold back. Oh if only she knew just who this man was. Oh the Buckholtz were said to be a bunch of thieving rednecks with a greed unheard from anyone. "Devon." The name rolling off of her tongue. "Well thank you, Devon." With a sweet and sexy smile she took up the offer of his hand in a silently intimate hello. "I must say the same to you. Michael Andrew, custom made?" She asked as white french tipped manicured finger graced the collar of his suit, feeling the fabric. Gabriella knew her styles. Her closet was almost the size of a room, graced with various name brands. Her hand ghosted down from the collar and down to the two buttons before it went back to the stem of her drink. Again he made her laugh. His words very flattering to the business woman. "No. No big bad boyfriend lurking in the shadows. I promise." Another sip of her drink and she felt the warm liquid arrows shooting through her body before she picked up where they had left off.

First she leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the corner of his lips "First: You are very sweet. Secondly: I'm single by choice. My job is a little hectic. Not many people would understand the various business dates of taking clients out to a nice dinner and staying up late during the weekday to go through papers and put together powerpoints." She shivered at the unpleasant thought and took another sip of her martini. She felt more loose and comfortable, given the nice atmosphere. "Now, since we are playing twenty-one questions; why are you here all alone?" Now she looked him in those blazing green eyes. "I don't see a ring on your finger. No tan line on your ring finger. So what's your story? Certainly a financially endowed and handsome man such as yourself can't be single. I've easily counted at least three woman who've been eying you since you've sat right next to me."

From there she looked around the bar. "The brunette with the red heels at that round table near the restroom. The blonde with the gaudy necklace and the really short dress near the front door and the red head five chairs to the left of me." Her observational skills were nothing to be scoffed at. Reading people was part of her job. Now she just wanted to get to know him. Maybe he would tire of her. Maybe she wasn't easy enough. Either way it wouldn't be deemed a boring night if this was where it ended. She made the first olive of her drink disappear past her lips as she listened to him speak. His voice was even cute. If there was a more masculine word than cute she would use it, but she was far too lax right now. Now she wagered if she would go home with him tonight. Maybe not. He was not like the rest of the guys. He was sweet and intelligent with a sense of humor to boot. She felt warm, but she wasn't buzzed just yet. Time was lost to her right now as she enjoyed conversing with someone. Even if he was a total stranger. It felt nice to be hit on such an attractive man.
 

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“I see you have a good eye for detail,” he mused, allowing her every bit of access as she admired his suit. He couldn’t help but imagine what her perfectly manicured nails might feel like dragging across his skin. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d find out in due time.
“Surprising,” Devon commented on her relationship, though maybe not entirely so. He also had a good eye for detail, and her attire and demeanor spoke volumes as to her profession. He couldn’t be sure if she was a lawyer, or in a field more closely related to his own, of course, but whatever she did, he was certain that it consisted of long hours with meticulous work; not the most attractive quality in a spouse. He knew that all too well, a big part of the reason he didn’t shoot for anything too serious. Well that, and who the hell wanted to settle down at his age anyway? “Pretty lucky for me though, if I don’t say so myself.”

A fact that proved its self very quickly as she leaned in towards him. Time seemed to slow as her rose petal lips pressed against him, teasingly inaccurate. He watched her with a devious gleam, very much liking how forward she was being. Her intoxicating haze was clearing from his mind, but she was doing a good job of replacing it with a batter of lustful desire. “Oh I don’t think you’ve spent nearly enough time with me to decide I’m sweet just yet,” he half-joked, that wicked look in his eye remaining all the while. She had his undivided attention as she revealed a little more about herself, though. He was quickly proven right on the idea of her job, and though he was curious about what she did, he simply listened rather than pursue the topic. They’d promised to avoid said discussion, after all. It seemed she didn’t need reminding of that as she quickly hopped the conversation back over to him.

Devon laughed at her comments, eyes instinctively dropping to his ring finger as it was brought up, but his attention was quickly swept into following as she pointed out the various women she’d spotted checking him out. Jealousy was clearly written across the face of one or two, which amused him. “Well, I guess I just haven’t find a woman that’s been good enough to tie me down yet. I’m a bit of a fighter.” He grinned at the way the words could be taken, but soon laughed it off, shaking his head a little. “Actually, I’m a lot like you, I guess, though I have to admit that my reasoning is a little more selfish. My job takes up a lot of my time, and even though I look damn good in this suit, most days it feels like a prison. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my job, but after a long day chained to a desk and a briefcase all I want to do is cut loose.I’m not interested in spending all day in a work prison, before committing myself to one at home. I mean, not to say I don’t want to settle down some day. But I work hard throughout the day because I know that when I get out, I’m free to do whatever the hell I want. If I want to go out and have a drink, maybe lose myself in a beautiful woman . . . well I don’t bust my ass all day just to be denied that sweet freedom.”

He paused to take a steady sip of his Crown, licking traces of the sweet liquor off his plush lips as he set the glass down, and leaned in closer to her. He softly reached out and brushed the pad of his thumb across the soft skin of her cheek, a sexy, wanting smile on his face as he held her attention. “I pride myself on being a man who knows what he wants, and from the moment I saw you, I knew all I wanted was to forget all the shit of the day, and lose myself in you. That would never be possible if I was tied down to one of these other women dying to be in your shoes.” <e>
 

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Gabriella listened to her new friend as he spoke, revealing that they had more in common than she thought. She could see where he was coming from. Honestly work did seem like somewhat of a prison, sometimes. However she worked hard because her family put their blood, sweat, and tears into the business and she would be damned if she was going to be the one to send it all crashing and burning. She found herself laughing softly as he spoke about 'sweet freedom'. Her sweet smile returned once more as he took a moment to indulge in his drink while her glass was empty and bare. His touch was warm and sent a chill to dance across every inch of her exposed flesh. His voice held a delicious weight that had her dawning a seductive smile. His words were blunt and had her turned on.

"Well, Devon, I actually came to the bar to unwind from a long day of work and I don't think I could have found a better way that talking to you. Well..." That was left hanging in the air as she had a thought as to what else could have made this night better. "So, if I didn't sleep with you tonight, would you still see me?" She asked openly. Curious half smile perched upon her lips. It wasn't like she was planning on marrying the guy, but so far he was a ten out of ten. Perfect score across the board... so far. Maybe there were more surprises to him. "And, if it matters, my life is too busy for children or some clingy husband right now." The martini glass was pushed aside and when asked if she wanted another, she merely nodded her head in a dismissive manner. Her mind wandered. A man would say anything to get a woman in bed and she was no exception. It was simply a game and she could chose who would win or lose.

If she ended up going home and sleeping in her own bed, alone, it would be no loss on her part. However, at this point she wouldn't disagree Devon warming her bed. "You are one hell of a charming man." She whispered for his ears and his ears only. "You do fascinate me and I can't quite put my finger on what makes you different from all of the other men that have come up to me, bought me a drink, and whispered some sweet compliments to me." It was still early in the evening and it would be a waste of a good Friday night if she went home and went straight to sleep without having some fun. "Maybe...." She pondered aloud as though it were some random thought, "Maybe we should indulged ourselves in one another. Someday." Green eyes looked him over once more. One hell of a man, sat next to her. Would she be weird if she didn't sleep with him? Yes, she was torn. Bed him, or not.
 

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Devon could only smile, watching Gabriella intently as she talked. He couldn’t have agreed more, thoughts of his frustrating day vanishing with every passing second he spent with her. It was strange that she had that effect. He hardly knew anything more than her name, but the attraction was palpable, and he hungered to know more about her. So many questions swirled in his mind that it was impossible to pick one out of them. All were swept aside though, as her words hung upon the open air. When she finally asked her question, he gave a light-hearted laugh. Most guys of his stature would be turned off by her hesitation, even Devon had been there, but the fact that the possibility was still lingering only made him burn even hotter for her. The answer was simple, “Absolutely,” he said confidently, honestly, “I think I would regret anything less.”

At least she was about as far away from the idea of an honest commitment as him, which made it a lot easier to accept what was being propositioned. If he was being honest, he really didn’t take her for the kind of woman that he could get enough of from one quick hook up. Everything about her was perfect, hitting a self-same 10 on his own scale. Every moment was a battle between gazing into her stunning eyes, and looking down her succulent body. Her whispered compliments stole what was left of his senses, and his eyes were heavy with lust as he listened. A sly grin crept across his lips as went on. On any other day, she might have inflated his ego to the point of the other board members plotting murder, but right now his thoughts could extend to nothing beyond her. “I’m just honest, Darlin’,” he replied, setting his glass down after another healthy drink, “And right now you’re everything I’m looking for.”

Her next words practically had him throbbing, heightened only by the teasing hesitation that followed. This girl was perhaps even more charming than he was. He couldn’t be certain if her hesitation was genuine, or if she was teasing and testing him. All he knew was that the ball was in her court right now, not usually the way he liked it, but this challenge was driving him wild. “It would be a disappointment if we didn’t,” he said, pausing to take another drink before leaning in close to her, “I can tell just by looking at you that we’d wake the god damn world.” He wore a sexy smile as his thoughts drained further down the gutter, “Something like that is worth waiting for. If you want to take your time and do it right, I’m not going anywhere…” His words faded off as his eyes drifted down her body, soaking in the lovely vision of her perfect chest and everything beyond, before traveling up. He could see in her face that she was getting just as turned on, and for the first time he felt the ball was coming into his court a little.

“Though I have to say,” he started, and leaned in boldly close, to the point where his lips were a breath away from her ear, “You look like you’re having a little trouble deciding.” His words were a tantalizing whisper, soft and seductive. “It’s your choice, of course, but maybe this will help you make up your mind.” His lips playfully squeezed the tip of her ear-lobe before he ghosted back, and found her sweet, soft lips before she could stop to think what he was planning. It was a light, but very promising kiss, his tongue a soft but experienced intruder if she opened up to him. Kissing was one of Devon’s best qualities, he knew how to tease with his mouth very well, almost always pulling away with a woman wanting deeper, or more. This one he broke away from shortly, eyes bright and curious to how she would react as he relaxed back into his barstool. Her lips were as delicious as he imagined, it felt to be deprived of oxygen just thinking he could not ravage her here and now. His eyes were deep with desire as he watched her battle with the decision, but he teased her with his own words all the while, “By all means, take your time. But I have to warn you, the longer I have to wait the more I’m going to want you… and the more insatiable I’ll be when you finally give in. And believe me; you will.” <e>
 

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The transformation in him was very impressive. This little game of cat and mouse was fun and even more dangerous than she had thought. Gabriella was a strong woman. Normally she had no problems turning down a man, but the idea of saying 'no' to this man was hard to imagine. Maybe it would be easier if she actually wanted to say 'no'. She laughed as he spoke about taking her time. Her mind switching teams. "It's the start of the weekend and with our lifestyles I doubt that we can 'take our time'." The urge to pop the buttons of his suit and have her way with him right here and now was just a hairs breath away from becoming a reality. "Am I that transparent?" The words dripping with sarcasm as she simultaneously felt her body betraying her as it reacted to the feeling of Devon's breath beating upon the soft skin of her ear.

She had little to no time to react with what her new friend had in store for her. Gabriella could feel the dirty looks from the other single woman around the bar. Rather than back hand him the instant she realized that his skilled lips were pressed to her lips. Instincts kicked in and her lips parted, granting his tongue a welcomed access. After he pulled away it felt as though he had sucked all of the air out of the room and left her none. Emerald eyes were alight with arousal as she felt herself already damp at the prospect to seeing what other surprises that he had up his sleeve. Gabriella soon came back to reality and rolled her eyes as she trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Slowly it slid free and a deep sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes not once leaving the delectable sight of him.

"I hate you." The first words to spill from her lips, but with his intellect he could surely understand why. A wicked grin forming after she spoke. "You are a very persistent and very cocky man." Words whispered once more. "I would love to forget all about the shit in the last five days, let alone earlier today." Gabriella slid from off of her chair, fixing her pencil skirt. "You'll be lucky if we make it to your place before things get a little more interesting." The slender fingers of one hand raked through her long black locks and the other caressed the curve of his jaw line. "Come, we've got a long night ahead of us." Fully aware that she volunteered his place of residence for this one, hot, and steamy night-to-be, she had plans to be gone in the morning. Or so she had planned. Through her purse she fished for her wallet to pay off her drinks. Eventually, she would let him lead the way, ready for whatever the night had in store for her.
 

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“I’d just like to think I’m good at knowing what a lady wants,” he cockily replied to her sarcasm. The other women could pine and watch all they wanted; he only had eyes for her from the start. The desire within them was only increasing in the tender moment after their kiss. Everything seemed to stand still, Devon as intoxicated by the brief joining as she was. When she finally spoke, he couldn’t help but laugh. He did indeed understand her words, and he wore a well-earned grin over winning their little game. He hadn’t expected to win her over so soon, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. In fact, the sudden change of attitude was nothing but a turn on. “When something’s worth pursuing, you better believe it,” he told her. “I don’t give up very easily.”
He watched her slide from the chair and straighten her skirt, his mind already running over the ideas of how he would get her out of it. He couldn’t help but watched her, transfixed as she ran her fingers across his jaw-line, his eyes glazed with his lust for her. “I’m ready for anything you can throw at me,” he assured her, completely turned aroused by her teasing promise. He was quick to settle his tab, hastily downing the rest of his drink before the bartender returned with a copy for him to sign, the name Luckily she hadn’t spotted the name on his card as he tucked it away, and followed her request.

“Yes ma’am,” he told her, obediently following her out of the bar. He thought of calling his driver and having a limo pick him up, but he decided that he didn’t have it in him to wait; a cab would be quicker. As they came upon the door, he took her hand and led her outside, thoughts no longer spared for the bar or anyone in it. The cool, night air kissed at his flushed skin as he walked her to the corner to hail down a taxi. The best part of being in a bustling city was it took no more than a few moments before they were climbing into their ride home. Devon slid in dangerously close to her, taking his attention off her just long enough to give the driver his address. Her assumption of deep pockets was proven right on the money, so to speak, as he was revealed to live in the Barron Towers, one of the wealthiest apartment buildings in the city.

The driver nodded and pulled away, Devon immediately heedless of the man as his attention turned back on the beautiful Gabriella. His smile was suggestive, seductive even as he watched her for a moment. Before he she could get the chance to catch him off guard, he kissed her first. Unlike his last, this was a kiss full of want and need. His tongue broke past her lips to find hers, massaging and dancing against it until her coaxed her tongue to follow into his mouth. A free hand traveled up one of her silky legs and over her skirt, finally landing on her hip. A low, but deep moan barely escaped into her mouth as he took hold and pulled her up into his lap while she was still lost and senseless from the intensity of their kiss. His lips grinned against her own as he paused for a breath, lost in her sweet taste and the way her long, mellifluous hair tickled down his face.

He couldn’t hold off for long though, his mouthing seizing hers once more as he slide a hand along the back of her head, threading his fingers into her beautiful, ebony locks as he kissed her ever deeper. It appeared SHE would be the lucky one to make it back to his apartment before this got more interesting. The driver was already clearing his throat in an attempt to interrupt what he spotted in the rearview mirrors, but Devon couldn’t be bothered to notice him as his free hand groped its way across her ass, and began steadily hiking her skirt up with his firm grip. <e>
 

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Gabby was beaming and she could stop even if she wanted to. Manicured fingers laced with Devon's as he led the way down the sidewalk and to the corner where a cab was hailed in no time. Time seemed to speed up once they got into the cab. Her eyes were too busy scanning her current lover to be, not even catching the address. Not that she cared about it anyway. However the business woman was caught off guard and her breath stolen once more in a heated kiss. Hot breath spilled forth from her nostrils and soft lips parted, making way for the tongue lashing that she was sure to enjoy. Her own tongue soon joined in the dance. A left hand caressed at the nape of his neck to slide up and lace her fingers through his dark black tendrils. The lust hungry woman fed her gracious host a moan before they parted lips.

A soft gasp sounded from those deep red lips as she was maneuvered onto his lap. Gabriella didn't give two shits about the cab driver and she was more than ready to give the man show; whether he liked it or not. This is the kind of stuff that the budding business woman avoided, but for some reason she was feeding off of this man. Drunk off of him. Not a second went by that her hands were not some where on his body. Hands slid over his shoulders, holding him as closed as possible as they went for round two. This game of tonsil hockey was more than addicting when it was against him. For a moment, she was sure that the driver was going to pull them over and have them get out, but apparently the money was more important and the drive not that long.

The feeling of Devon's strong hand gripping at her ass had her purring on the spot. Daring him to go further. Again she parted their lips for a breath of air and some words of encouragement. "As soon as we get there I better find myself pressed against the nearest wall, do you hear me?" Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. Something just snapped and her hunger for him was voracious. It would only prove worse when they were in the private confines of his home. "Twenty-two fifty" The cab driver yelled to the ravenous couple in the back with obvious irritation and impatience in his tone of voice. A gorgeous building stood before them, but Gabby wasn't here to take in those sights. If felt as though they couldn't have gotten out of the cab any faster. Her clothes becoming increasingly annoying by the second. With her purse strung over her shoulder she was ready to go. The idea of getting out of her white button up blouse, down with the pencil skirt and out of her black laced lingerie set was so close that she could almost taste it.
 

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Devon was absolutely lost in her, hands enjoying every precious inch they roamed as they became ravenous for one another in the back seat. He was just as heedless of the driver, one hand sliding back to her front to cup one of her large, soft breasts as he leaned in, and kissed her more eagerly than ever. Things were heating up quick, his rock-solid arousal obvious through the thin material of his pants. She was causing his mind to run absolutely wild; her inebriating kisses making him light headed to the point that he had to break away for air. After a brief moment he moved in as to kiss her again, but teasingly pulled away and aimed for her neck instead. Tongue and lips massaged their way down to her collar-bone, his hands absent-mindedly working the next set of buttons open on her blouse, revealing even more of her luscious valley of cleavage.

At her order, lips pulled into a grin against the soft skin of her shoulder, which he gently kissed before making his way up to her ear, much like before at the bar. “As if I could do anything less,” he said in a husky whisper, “I’m dying to fuck you right here and now.” The driver certainly wasn’t going to give them that chance, as he snapped out the fare not a second later. Devon groaned with quiet frustration, regretting the walk they still had to make into his apartment. He wrapped an arm around her as he shifted up to fetch his wallet from his back pocket. The motion caused him to grind into her a little, the clothes between them nothing short of a torment that could send his eyes rolling. He wanted nothing more than to get out of his pants and into hers.

The driver’s attitude calmed some as he was handed a $50, which Devon had no time to get change from even if he wanted to. He quickly opened the door, and watched Gabby with a hungry look while he waited for her to slide off his hard body so he could follow her out of the cab. As the taxi drove away, he slid an arm around her waist, and walked her into the towering, art-deco building. He passed through the elegant lobby with no attention for anyone else, walking straight for the elevator, which was luckily waiting on the ground level. Ushering her in, he pressed his floor number, and immediately turned his attention back to his beautiful date for the evening. They were alone in the elevator, but Devon wouldn’t have cared if they weren’t. As promised, her back hit the nearest wall as he pressed himself into her, and picked up right where they had left off.

His moist tongue invaded her mouth, and he gave her a hungry moan as he was able to indulge her in sweet taste once again. Just kissing wasn’t enough for him anymore, though. His fiery lips had to break away and lead a peppered trail down her throat, and into her delectable chest. Meanwhile, his hands slid down her back, and beneath her skirt. His fingertips traveled across her lacey under-wear and took a hard grab of her ass, pulling her body even tighter against him. They were still in that position, hands down her skirt, and face buried in her chest, when the elevator stopped a couple levels below their destination, where an elderly couple waited to step in. When they saw the display going on, however, they wordlessly stepped back and decided to wait for the next one. Devon was too busy to even notice, however, tongue and lips still ravaging her chest by the time the doors closed and they were on their way up again.

The next stop was their’s, and he couldn’t have hurried her out of the elevator any faster. His penthouse took up the entire 23rd floor, so there would be no one to disturb them from here on out. But Devon paused their little game until he fetched out his keys, and got his door open. As soon as they were inside, her back was once again shoved against the nearest wall under his weight and strength. The front door was slammed in his haste to get it closed, and now that they were truly alone, it was time for the real fun to begin. He quickly broke away from another heated encounter of their lips, eyes flashing down as he opened the last few buttons of her blouse, and quickly got her out of it before yet again claiming her lips. He didn’t have patience to deal with her bra strap just yet, his hands coming to grab her chest in earnest. One slid in beneath the lacey cups, delighting in the feel of her bare body. He forced the garment out of the way and his mouth hungrily dropped down to seize her exposed nipple. His tongue ran in wild circles around and across the hardening nub while he squeezed her closer, his pelvis fervently pushing into hers.

It was a quick indulgence, however, as he pulled away, and took her top off properly. He soon after whipped his tie off, suit-jacket quick to follow before he pulled off his under-shirt, revealing his strong, chiseled chest. It was obvious he worked out, but she didn’t have a whole lot of time to admire him before they were pressed together again, hot, bare torsos melting into one another. He kissed her insatiably, his breath shaky when he actually found time to take it. Mid-way through, he hoisted her up without warning, mounting her on his hips as he carried her away from the wall, and deeper into his apartment. As he danced her through the dark, they some-how crashed against another wall, a picture frame falling to the floor against the energetic display. He secured his grip on her before pulling away again, and stumbling into the parlor with her.

As they reached a large chase lounger, he dropped her into it, and stepped back to observe her beautiful form laid out. A sexy look was written across his face as he un-did his belt, and yanked it off, throwing it aside, his shoes quickly following. He knelt down beside her, eyes locked on hers as he gripped her skirt, and tugged it off. He bit down on his lower lip as even more of her delicious body was revealed, but he wasn’t here just to admire. Strong hands gripped her knees and coaxed her legs apart so he could settle his body down between them. He again came in for a kiss, but once more denied it, kissing down her flushed body. He led a hot trail across her bare chest, down her stomach where his tongue played its way all the way down to her under-wear. Like before, he was too eager to remove them. Adamant fingers pulled the material aside, and his mouth dropped on her wetted lips before she could even react.

He ate like a starving man, a pair of fingers working to spread her open as his lips and tongue worked as one to cover as much area as possible. The longer he spent, the more ravenous he became, spreading her lips even wider so the strong muscle of his skilled tongue could work its way in deep. He moaned against her hot sex, sending vibrations before the fingers that split her open, pushed their way in, while his mouth jumped up to focus on her clit, getting her as wet and ready for him as he possibly could. <e>
 

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The lavished interior, bell hops dressed in their uniforms greeting the couple as they dashed by; none of this was noted by Miss Beaumont. Gabriella didn't care about her appearance in this instance. This man was just as ravenous as she was. His last words spoken echoed through her mind. They both had the same idea. Her eyes spoke volumes of the salaciousness that seeped from her pores merely being in his company. Before the doors could even completely close she found her back pressed to the wall. His figure looming over her. Green eyes grew laden with lust and succumbed to the urge to close as her lips were seized once more in a drugging kiss. Her back arched in a silent plea to be as close to him as possible. French tip fingers deftly made their way around him and beneath his suit jacket where they hugged him close. All ten nails gently burying themselves in his back and raking down his under shirt covered back.

Gabriella's left leg lifted, caressing at his leg as kisses were peppered along the curve of her neck. It was her kryptonite and there was no avoiding the carnal moan that escaped her unoccupied lips. Head tilted back and hot and heavy breaths escaping her lips. Even she too did not notice the elderly couple trying to board the elevator, nor would she have cared. A heady gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hands cupping at her lace covered backside. His arousal was no where near hard to notice, especially as it pressed against her inner thigh. Now, seldom few would note that Gabby never spoke a man's name in the throws of passion. Never. So it came as a complete shock to her when his name rolled off of her tongue in the form of a wicked hot moan. Seconds felt like hours when they finally reached his floor and had to exit the elevator to get into his penthouse.

Even then she was dizzy from the lust as she stepped aside as they entered his home, but she was left no time to take the slightest note of her surroundings before she was being fed another kiss. The swell of her breasts was easily exposed and an open sigh of relief sounded as she was rid of her shirt. She watched as his hands worked with speed before she was gifted with another gift. By the heavens she was flooded with so much arousal she barely had any time to think. Again her back arched slightly as his palm cupped at her breast and pressing it all the more into his hand. Another surge of estrogen flooded her system as his tongue teased at the diamond hard peaks that were her nipples. Her bra soon joined her shirt somewhere upon the floor and she was given a moment to not only catch her breath, but watch as he began shedding piece to his expensive clothing she was starting to dislike. The soft palms of her hands got a moment to pressed against his chest before the gap was closed and they indulged in a kiss once more.

Gabby occasionally found herself forgetting how to breath in the midst of their kissing. Hands snaked along the taut contour of his fit form and to his back where her nails made themselves more at home in the top f his back. Of course they dug deeper when she was suddenly lifted. Her forehead resting upon his. A breath taken before she took this moment to seize his tempestuous lips. Surprisingly enough she was not shaken as they hit another wall but before they made it to the parlor she relinquished his sweet lips before she was dropped onto the chase lounger. Her breathing openly heavy and green eyes greedily admiring what she could of this succulent specimen of man. Her eyes spoke more than words could possibly express. They held a daring looking. While she expected him to unsheathe his trapped length she was slightly disappointed when that was not the case. The disappointment barely lingered for a second before her skirt was being discarded.

More, she need more and his teasing was drinking her up the wall. It felt as though molten lava was flowing through her very veins. Gabriella could hardly wait another second and clearly Devon was on the same page as he did not let the last piece of clothing that she was dawning hinder him any further from getting to what he desired. One arm reached above her head and gripped at the chase while her free hand raked and then laced itself through his tendrils. A deep breath taken in and a moan was ripped forth from her throat followed by a steady panting. Again her eyes grew laden with lust. Fingers contracting and taking a light grip upon his hair. His tongue worked wonders and a ball of tension was already taking center stage in the center of her being. Building more and more with each swivel and stroke of that specific talented appendage. The vibrations ventured throughout her body and yet another moan was ripped forth from her lips as his fingers pistoned in and out of her sex and his tongue lashed out at her clit. "You animal." She panted. Loving it. It was far from an insult. If only she knew. If only she knew that the man riddling her body with so much pleasure was actually a Buckholtz. Not just any Buckholtz at that. The heir of Buckholtz. There was no telling what she would do. "Don't be selfish... OH... I'm hungry." Surely he had to know what for. Yet she could hardly concentrate with her body melting at his very touch.
 

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Devon had to agree that her eyes said it all. Her bright, exotic orbs were nothing short of a fucking turn on. He absolutely loved the way she watched him with pure desire; the same way he looked at her. In fact, he couldn’t recall a woman he’d ever wanted more. His manhood was throbbing with just the thought of where this would all lead, but he looked forward to the time it would take to get there. Gabriella’s beautiful body was like a canvas, begging to be painted by his touch, and he would be sure to take the time to cover every last inch of it. As he continued his sweet assault, his free hand kept her legs open nice and wide, making sure he had un-hindered access, and he sighed out a soft moan as he felt her fingers across his scalp. The fact that she was enjoying it so much made him even harder, if that was at all possible, which only encouraged his efforts. His fingers seemed to know all the right spots to aim for, masterfully flexing up or down to add pressure even as he worked them in and out. His mouth worked in a pattern to fit, sucking, licking, kissing, massaging . . . yet he was very good at leading her to expect one while he went for another. He loved to tease after all, and her revelation of wanting more wasn’t going to make him go any easier on her.

He grinned as she called him out, his eyes flashing up to watch her for a moment. His energies slowed as he gradually backed away, and scooted up to his knees. He stared down at her while the fingers that once worked to pleasure her were brought to his mouth, so that he could lick the evidence clean. Her delectable flavor could send chills through his body. “Selfish, huh?” he repeated teasingly, once the last of her juices had been consumed from his digits, “And here I was thinking I was being generous.” Even as he spoke, he gripped her last lacey garment, and slowly began sliding it down her long, smooth legs. As the sexy attire slid down, he lowered to follow its wake with soft kisses until he broke away at her ankles to strip her of it entirely. By that point he had slipped off the lounger, and stood so he could work at the button of his pants. It was quickly undone, and he pulled them down, boxers and all, to reveal the well-endowed length she was practically begging for.

He was back in the lounger with her not a moment later, his body gliding its away along hers as he again settled between her legs, and kissed his way back up. After reaching her chest, his gentle approach changed drastically. He quickly seized her hands from where-ever they’d been wandering, and pinned them hard above her head by the wrists. Grinning down at her, he lowered his body, his hard shaft grinding its self against her woman-hood as though it was drawn by magnetism. “I’m not so sure if I should feed that hunger just yet, though . . .” he teased, still grinning as he held her down helplessly, and began a wet assault of kisses on her neck. He’d seen how much she enjoyed them in the elevator, and the weakness was ammunition he planned to use to the fullest now.

“I can’t help but remember the way you toyed with the idea of making me wait at the bar . . .” he started in a hot murmur against her neck, “I kind of feel like I should repay the favor.” Teeth joined in with lips and tongue, as he nibbled upon her soft skin with varying strength, going off of her reactions. All the while, his hips had a perfect rolling tempo, gliding up and down her entrance, often with enough accuracy to be sucked into her slick channel if he wasn’t so good at denying her. “Of course,” he continued to say, practically breathless as he kissed below her ear, “If you’re anything like me, you’ll just take what you want.” Oh he would give into any of her desires before long; this was just as sweet a torture for him, after all. But in the meantime, he was interested to see if she would lose this game just as she lost her defiance to hold out. This was one torment he probably wouldn't regret once he learned her true identity. <e>
 

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He was the sensual devil incarnate. Who knew that one could get so close to heaven and hell at the same time. It seemed like she was finally getting a moment to collect herself, all the while she watch as he savored the nectar of her sex. As he began to speak a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. A sexy look took up her face as her hips lifted to aide in the removal of her panties. She watched as kisses were slowly peppered along the length of her leg. Slow and steady breathing was all that could be heard as chills of arousal danced across every inch of her exposed flesh. His lips leaving fire in their wake. Her eyes stared as he stood to remove the last of his garb. That such a handsome and sensually talented man was none other than a Buckholtz would never have crossed her mind. Openly she licked her lips at the sight of his marble hard length jutting proud and in terrible need of attention.

Oh he was armed and no where near a slouch in that department. She eased up a little as he returned back to her. A trail of kisses back up her nude form. One hand had been resting upon one of her breast while the other had her forearm resting upon her head. Gabby's heart skipped a beat as her wrists were soon pinned above her head and his length was heinously stoking the flames of her desire in one of the most taunting of ways. Her breathing was slowly, but heavy. Trying to remain calm, but the teasing was getting to her. In a silent plea her hips arched before her eyes looked directly at him. She was fairing good on the straight face, until... "Oh you ass..." The damsel hissed and moaned. Her hands instinctively tried to move, only to be reminded that they were not going anywhere. His hot breath beating down upon her neck as he spoke.

"Oh G-God, you are...too smart for your own good." Words spoken in a breathless tone. Again her hips moved of their own volition, but she could still speak. "However.... you seem to have misunderstood me." She whispered softly as she was tormented with perfection and easily denied. "I have two sets of lips, Devon, both of which you have sampled. I'm afraid that you misunderstood the manner in which I wanted my hunger sated. I wanted my appetizer... not the main course. Not yet, at least." Her breathing was staggered as she spoke. A steady sliver of control, just a hairs breath from shattering. Her tone was far from that of a aching woman, but one of negotiation. "I want to run my tongue up and down that rock hard length between your legs. I'm hungry, Devon." Repeating herself once more before a shaky and barely audible moan slipped past her lips. Her wrists writhed in his grasp in an attempt to free herself.
 

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“I’ve been called worse things,” Devon told her, unable to help grinning as she tested his strength, which she would find very adequate indeed. Every inch of his body felt like a fire only she could douse. This teasing game was building up quickly, and it would only be a matter of time before they took it to the next stage. Her explanation only increased the mirth written across his face, though. “Or maybe I just wanted to hear you say it,” he responded to her, though his expression could lead one to wonder if that was really the truth or not. Regardless, he casually took her by the waist, and rolled their bodies so that she was above him. No sooner than that, his hands worked their way up her exquisite form while he pressed himself up for one of their intoxicating kissing sessions, which he had been without for too long.

It was a quicker bout this time, though, a sudden, devious look lighting his eyes as he broke away. “Still, I suppose it’s rather rude of me to deny a lady her requests.” Without a word further, he lunged up, coaxing them into a sitting position as he took her arms, and roughly pulled them behind her back, holding them in place while he leaned in close, his breath hot upon the her plush lips. He kissed them only once, sweet, soft, and short. “So what are you waiting for?” He said hotly against her mouth, but the moment she made to move he took a quick hold of her body, and flipped her around into the 69 position, his mouth rising up to assail her sweet center like before. He couldn’t let her have all the fun, after all. Not to mention it would be amusing to see how much she could concentrate on her efforts while he worked to take her up and over the peak of pleasure.

And it seemed as though he had no intention of letting up on that goal, even more energetic than before, if that were at all possible. His mouth opened wide, covering as much of her sweet fold as he could, while his tongue came out to massage its way into her center, pushing as deep as possible as he rolled it around, and fed her a needy moan. His strong fingers gripped her ass tight, holding her in place as he continued to ravage, though after a moment he gave it an encouraging smack, as his mouth was a little too busy for ordering her to get to work on the erect length that throbbed for attention. <e>
 

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Her body was alight with the sensation of flames licking at her flesh. Back and forth, they went and Gabriella could only dream of what awaited around the corner. Red lips formed a wayward smile as she favored the idea of him having misunderstood her. However he was swift in his actions. Again, catching her by surprise. Now it was her turn to be on top. Yet again he read her mind and stole her breath in a kiss. Never, with him, was it long enough for her. Even she was not immune to the aftermath of desiring more. It was never enough. Their tongues fencing and the taste of him was maddening. Gabriella was going to shut him up with yet another kiss, but apparently he had plans. By now the manner in which he took things into his own hands was a nice turn on. Her arms were bound once more. The look in his eyes promised so much more. That this was only the beginning. Another tormenting kiss was pressed to her lips and when she tried to free herself she was easily maneuvered once more.

In moment she was faced with his throbbing hard length. Her mouth watering at the sight, but before she could sample him a gasp sounded followed by a moan. Her fingers digging into his thigh, while the pleasure made her toes curl. Her hot breath spilling onto his vein riddled length as her sex was consumed with great greed. With haste she collected herself. A tongue ventured from the base of his length and clear over the arched tip and down again. Nothing ever tasted as good as this. In a heart beat his length disappeared inch after inch past her hot lips. A moan sounding as she was being driving to the apex and teetering on the edge. Never would she give up so easily, but the fight was fierce. Hot, moist tongue ventured up and down his saliva slick length. The boundaries were pushed more and more as the entrance of her throat was slowly stretched.

Moan after moan ventured down the engorged length buried in her esophagus. Her panting grew ever more frequent and the moans were drawn out and lengthy. More than once she relinquished his length from lips for some much needed air. Her ass still stinging from where she was encouraged on. It only fueled her endeavors. His length was buried past her lips once more and she savored him with a passion and a mission. Gabriella wanted Devon just as burned out as she hoped to be, by the end of the night. That multi-talented tongue danced around his engorged member with great finesse. Such lewd noises were muffled by his length and her body trembled ever so slightly as the tension mounted within. "Oh God..." She whispered under her breath right before she shattered. Mouth removed from his generous length as deep pants spilled from her lips and her head hung off to the side of his arousal. It felt like a million fireworks were going off within her as she tipped over the apex and lost control of her body.

Her heart raced beneath her bosom as she tried to gather herself quickly. Curious as to how long she had been seized by her orgasm, but that thought was soon pushed aside. Her hand stroked his length as she drifted back down to earth. Without a word she removed herself from the chase lounge. Green blazing eyes looking down upon the man who was rocking her world tonight. She straddled his waist and seized his lips in a deep and amorous kiss before kisses were being peppered along his jaw line and down the curve of his. Along his shoulder lips dance before her teeth nipped at the taut flesh. Her heart was still pounding, but she continued at her advances. While it would appear that she was going for yet another kiss her lips brushed against his as she practically fed him the words. "Is that the best you've got?" A smile sprouted upon her lips as her breathing was steady and slightly heavy. It was a jest, but her way of asking for more.
 

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Devon had to hold in a moan just from the feeling of her hot breath upon his rock-hard member. She hadn’t even touched him yet and he was next to shivering with anticipation, which sent a pang of worry that HE might be the one having trouble with concentration during this little game. He kept his mind focused on the task, though, kissing and sucking until he had her practically flowing. It was obvious the effect she had though, from the very moment her soft tongue worked its way up his shaft. His tongue slowed its actions slightly, and he leased a hot breath against her lips as she swirled over his sensitive head. His eyes closed, nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his cock disappear within her hot, wet mouth. He had to break a way for a moment, breath heavy as she took him further down than any girl had in quite some time. “Oh, fuck . . .” he couldn’t help but moan out, his hips arching some to help in her efforts. He suddenly felt regret at choosing this position. He absolutely loved the taste of her pussy, but was disappointed he couldn’t watch her swallowing him down.

He had to wait a moment to catch his breath, but quickly returned to her needy sexy, pulling her clit into his mouth which he sucked on lightly. It was bad timing to return, as she slid back up, his length practically pulsing with the feel of sliding across her tongue. She brought a deep, masculine moan right out of the depths, his body nearly jerking as she traveled back down even further than before with no effort or pause. How the hell could one man get so lucky? Good thing he was just as determined, battling just as fiercely to draw sweet sounds of temptation from her. His grip on her bare ass tightened, fingers digging in every time she consumed him deep, or worked her tongue just right. The sound of her satisfaction was only making it worse, her throat practically purring around his shaft. She certainly knew what she was doing, more than once forcing him to lay his head back and groan while he focused on the pleasure. It felt like he could release in her mouth at any moment, if he just let go. He couldn’t make it that easy for her, though.

He assaulted her sopping arousal with complete diligence, working only more vigorously the closer she came to the edge. When he knew she was beyond the point of no return, he quickly added his fingers to the mix, two effortlessly sliding into her wet channel to work her towards an even greater climax. His mouth joined in the fun, placing soft kisses and licks while he continued finger fucking her, finally moaning heavy as he felt her walls clamp down on the digits, squeezing and pleading for the intrusion as she came. His lips pulled into a grin, even as his tongue massaged her clit around, drawing every pleasurable ounce her could out of her quivering body. Like her, he had no concept of time in that moment. He was only interested in treating her beautifully until she’d fully come down from Cloud 9.

He was still wearing his cat-ate-the-canary smile as she climbed off, only to draw a sound of surprise as she dropped back into straddling him. He wordlessly came up to meet her kisses, which were now hotter than ever after their intense oral play. His neck arched back as she trailed her way down, his eyes closed and he enjoyed to the fullest. She was learning to fight back with the teasing, he noticed, as he felt himself go light headed from being denied the kiss. His bright green eyes rolled open at the hot words she’d left upon his lonely lips, and he grinned. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He warned her. Strong hands suddenly shoved her off his body, throwing her back down on the large piece of furniture. Before she could recoil, he dropped himself over her, teasing her right back with a denied kiss as he slid down to her chest instead. He gave attention to each of her full breasts, teasing around her nipples with his tongue before biting one firmly. He retreated as soon as she reacted from the sharp action, sitting back on his knees while he grabbed her legs.

Instead of spreading them wide as she might have expected, he roughly twisted her around, flipping her to all fours in front of him. He then pried her legs apart with his knees, one hand coming to take her by the hips while he used the other to take hold of his hard manhood, and guide it to her entrance. He pressed in tightly, the tip of his cock working its way between her lips, and just barely gracing the tight entrance to her oily depths. He pushed his hips forward some as though he was going to enter her, but only put more pressure, teasing her with the idea. He didn’t deny her long though, as he was just as desperate to take her, and soon enough he penetrated her in earnest, his body feeling electrified as his full girth was delved in to the base. “Oh my god . . .” he breathed out, the feeling beyond anything he could have imagined. He could barely move his hips for fear of losing control. The slightest motion sent shockwaves as he slid across her splendid walls.

His body leaned in over hers, their faces coming closed as he brushed her long, beautiful hair out of her face, and began to roll his hips slightly, letting her get used to his size before he began in earnest. After a moment, the took hold of her hair, and yanked it aside, forcing her to arch against his strength so he could have un-obstructed access to her neck, which he kissed and bit upon hungrily, all while his hips worked with increasing tempo. Soon, he pulled back, releasing the bundle of hair so he could grab on to her hips, and pick this up to a deserving pace. His athletic body practically slammed into hers, each thrust more powerful than the last. <e>
 

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He had her smiling as he spoke. Without a moment's notice she was shoved onto her back. A moan of hunger was bit back with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she was viciously denied a kiss. A deep breath was taken in as his lips blazed a trail down to her breasts. "Oh yes..." The woman whispered as his tongue worked its magic once more upon the diamond hard peak of her nipple. Her heart was racing and blood was rushing through her ears. As his teeth joined the fray her back arched and a moan was ripped from her lips. Devon was one hell of a man. A rare man. Sex had never been this... invigorating. Or maybe it had and this was what topped the charts. They dulled in comparison to what he was doing to her. She barely noticed him as he grabbed her legs, but she was surprised when she was next on her hands and knees. Oh she was aching for him to bury himself balls deep into her greedy sex. Gabby actually growled at her tormentor. "D-Devon..." The the tone torn between pleading and an order.

When he finally entered her she was breathtakingly satisfied. The walls of her sex stretching to accommodate the sheer girth and length of his invasive member. When he was buried within her greedy loins, she could no longer sustain herself upon the palms of her hands and dropped down to rest on her forearms. After the initial shock wore off did she get back onto the palms of her hands.His hands could be felt as they brushed aside her long locks. Her body was a raging inferno and any moment he was going to make her implode. Being the greedy woman that she could be, she was ever so happy when he picked up the tempo. "Oh y-yes..." She moaned as this was what she was aching for. Fuck the entire previous week, she had Devon conquering her mind and body. Panted heavy breaths sounded as her hair was yanked aside and her weak spot was given some attention.

At this rate she would no doubt shatter twice before he might get off. Moan after moan filled the air. They may even risk waking the whole damn building from this fun little play date. Gabby had already been broken once, but she was on the verge of a second round as he picked up his pace after releasing her hair. Her hips gave no resistance and impatiently moved in tune with his advance in hopes to bury him, if at all possible, deeper. "Devon..." A single word dripping with unbridled passion while simultaneously praising the person who was driving her lustfully insane. Afterwards she moaned, whimpered, and panted before breaking down once more but urged him not to stop. Meanwhile her greedy body milked him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Eye shut tight against the blinding feeling while her toes curled. The pleasure never ceased and barely decreased as she took even more pleasure being screw with great expertise. With each climax she grew a tad weaker. She could see sexual exhaustion in her future. She had doubts that she would be going home tonight and she wasn't giving the slight damn about that right now.

"Oh God.... not again...." He was steadily building her up to knock her back down once more. Oh she wanted it over and over, but she wanted him to cum so badly, it almost hurt. To collapse with him in complete satisfaction. Gabriella did not want him out of her for one unnecessary second. Probably why she found the need to tell him. "Cum in me... in me." The woman was smart enough to come prepared with implanted birth control due to her chosen lifestyle. Besides... condoms were never all that fun for her.
 

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Devon was being driven absolutely wild by their joining. Every drive of his hips sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his body, sounds of satisfaction torn from him just as easily as they were from Gabby. He couldn’t explain why it was so damn good, as though the two were an impossibly perfect fit for one another. Every motion was pure poetry, the way her hips hungrily moved in sync with his causing him to go fucking insane. Her name escaped from his breathless lips for the first time, his grip tightening as they worked together to work him ever deeper into her delectable channel. He was hoping for a good evening after he left his office, but he never could have expected it to shape up into one of the best nights he ever had. Every passing moment with this woman was better than the last.

He could feel her walls tightening around him in no time, absolutely loving the fact that she was enjoying this as much as he was. The fact spurred him on harder than ever, his solid man-hood ravaging her with fury. Like her, the thought of leaving her tight, slick depths was just too disappointing to fathom. The sound of his name escaping so sweetly from her brought a deep moan from him, while one of his arms extended to rake his nails lightly down her back, his breath too heavy and mind too hazed for words. Despite that, their joining was a symphony of delicious sounds, his prediction of them waking the world more than likely true for the floors below them. The hell if he cared though, the whole building could know and take jealousy of the fact. Besides, he couldn’t help the deep, throaty means even if he wanted to. She was just too damn good.

With her climax, things only got even more intense for him. She became so tight he felt himself building up much faster, but he didn’t slow down. “Oh fuck, girl . . .” he moaned, the way the words rolled off his tongue nothing short of a compliment. His breath was heavier than ever, his stomach growing tight as he felt the pressure in his loins mount to its final stage. “I-I’m going to cum,” he warned her as he’d nearly reached his peak. The urgent, needy request she responded with was the last straw for him, the idea so hot that he couldn’t have stopped himself from it even if he wanted to. He buried himself to the hilt as he hit the edge, and exploded his hot seed deep within her with a heavy sound of satisfaction. His entire body felt the force of the orgasm, a numbing sensation unlike he’d experienced in a very long time.

It took him a long time to come down, keeping himself submerged inside of her while his thoughts cleared. His hips continued to roll gently, absent-mindedly, as he worked himself down. Only once she’d successfully milked every last drop from him, did his body finally give out, and he collapsed down to the cushions with her. For a long moment he could do nothing but breathe, his body nestled perfectly against hers in the dark silence. After a time however, he slid down to lay beside her, so that the weight of his body wouldn’t become a bother. His senses finally returning, he brushed strands of his now damp hair out of his flushed face, and grinned. His eyes opened to find her, and he gave a weak chuckle. “Well… that’s the most fun I’ve had in quite some time,” he told her, before sighing with complete satisfaction. It felt like he’d never be able to stop smiling again, though he managed to long enough to press a soft kiss to her addicting lips. He soon broke it though, drawing her closer as his eyes closed, and his breathing relaxed. It would probably be a while before the fire she lit within him died down, though. <e>
 

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Gabriella could swear that she felt his length throbbing within the tight depths of her body. The grand finale but a few thrusts away. It seemed a race to the finish as she heard her date announce the inevitably sweet conclusion to this Friday night romp. Yet another of countless moans escaped her lips as he painted the walls of her womb with his seed. The adrenaline had been pumping so hard and fast that when he finally collapsed upon her, she felt as weak as ever. However she wasn't too weak to not be able to smile. With a weary smile she tried to catch her breath eyes closed as her body tingled all over in the afterglow. Green eyes revealed themselves as her date moved himself to her side and she could look him in those charming eyes of his. His words caused her to smile even more and laugh softly. "You and me both, Devon. You and me both." The silence was golden. Even though she could faintly hear their symphony of lewd noises echoing softly in the back of her mind, she was far from disappointed. Her eyes closed in comfort as she was drawn closer. The warmth of his body seemed to radiate making him all the more attractive.

"A guy like you should really come with a warning: may cause dizziness, light headedness, fatigue, possible loss to voice, and a great time." His kiss was a treat, whenever she got it and he always left her wanting more. Gabriella couldn't move. No, correction: she did not want to move. Even with her eyes closed, she smiled. He had the magic touch. Even just talking to this guy was entertaining in and of itself. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she remained comfortably at his side. "I have one problem: I can't feel my legs. I'll blame you for that." A slight chuckled followed up with a smile before she continued. "Since I can't feel my legs right now, I am going to have to crash here." Or maybe it was just an excuse to stick around for a while. The idea of falling asleep at his side had a romantic and comforting feeling to it. However Gabriella knew when to pull away when she felt like she was getting a little too attached to someone.

Tomorrow the Beaumont girl would leave. Hopefully before he awoke. Not wanting to overstay her welcome, she would leave him her phone number. "We have to do this again, sometime in the future." The tired woman whispered. A sweet smile upon her lips as she lay there in pure bliss and satisfaction. Gabriella was on edge of falling asleep. I mean, come one. Passing out after a nice round of sex like that, so late in the even was only natural, right? Any other time she would have gotten up and put her clothes back on to sleep in her own bed, but that was not what she wanted right now and Devon was right. She was a woman to knew and took what she wanted and right now she wanted to sleep with him. A free hand came to rest upon his chest where she could feel his heart beat, echoing like a lullaby trying to lull her to sleep.
 

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Everything in the world seemed at peace for the first time in a long time as Devon lay beside his newfound lover. His body still felt the vibration of pleasure, the smile on his face feeling as though it would never leave. Everything was perfect, his mind silent for once. He laughed lightly at her comment, though, his green eyes opening to find her again. “Sounds like a dangerous but fun drug to me. Careful you don’t get addicted; I bet the withdrawals aren’t nearly as enjoyable.” Though at the moment, he feared he might be the one suffering the addiction; Gabriella was something special. No woman had ever filled him with such desire, nor left him with such a healthy glow. “What can I say?” he started as she goaded him, “I can be a vigorous man.” He certainly wasn’t complaining about her decision to stay, however. Seeing her off was the last thing he wanted right now. And besides, he didn’t have it in him to get his ass up after their intense little session.

He settled into her even more, and arm coming around to hold her closer still. His soft lips found hers for yet another, sleepier kiss, before he relaxed and let fatigue slowly consume his senses. “Oh most definitely,” he agreed with her, his mind on the same track. He wouldn’t have it any other way, and already he could feel that ‘sometime in the future’ wouldn’t be too far away. Taking her helped to sate his desire, but he was far from satisfied. One passionate union would not be enough when there were still so many delightful ways to enjoy each other. He was more than content for now, though, sleep tightening its grip ever faster when next to her soothing presence. Twice more his lips found her, like magnetism despite his lulled mind, but soon his breathing slowed as he submitted to the clutches of slumber. The world remained peaceful, quiet and far away. Everything was timeless, his energy and mind too spent even for dreams. Not once did he stir, not even as the first rays of morning light spilled through the grand pent-house windows to bathe the room. Already, the new day had dawned, but thoughts of the Trifexis account and the Baeumont bitch he would be fighting for it, would be an eternity away thanks to Gabriella. <e>
 

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Slumber was calling her name, with the aide of his comforting caress of his sweet lips against her own. Her eyes were closed and senses heightened for the remainder of her consciousness. A soft smile sat upon her lips as she drifted off into a dreamless and sated dormancy. It was a blissful night of slumber. The best that she'd had in a very long time. While work was so far from her mind that it didn't even come up remotely when the business woman awoke at the crack of dawn. Her eyes felt the ease to open. Instantly a weary smile tugged at the left corner of her lips as green eyes fell upon the sight of her lover still sound asleep. Memories slowly returning to her as she lay in silence and took to noting every perfect imperfection of the man laying at her side. A ghost of a kiss was pressed to his cheek as she was careful sitting up. As much as she would have loved to lay with him and watch him awaken and talk and get to know him better, if he wanted more, then she would leave the door open, but they were just getting started.

Ever so carefully Gabriella removed herself from his side. Once again looking over to him. The orange hue of the rising sun brought forth warm glow to the room. Her smile never faded as she maneuvered her way through the penthouse, picking up each piece of her clothing. Her phone was, no doubt, dead, but she didn't care. Bra, shirt, and skirt were slipped back on. The only thing that was not put back were her black laced panties. Quietly, the wicked Lady Beaumont silently walked over to the sweet sight of Devon as he slept. The black lace hanging on the edge of her finger. Gabby stood over his slumbering form for a minute or two before placing the black lace where she once laid her head. A napkin was plucked from her small purse and she wrote out her name and number in her red lipstick before placing it over the lace panties. Once more lingering look and ,with some disturbing reluctance, she made her way out of his penthouse. She locked his door... of course.

That smile still lingered on her lips. From the elevator,all the way to the cab that picked her up. "231 North Sunset Drive, please." The smile wouldn't go away even if she tried. Soon enough she was dropped off in front of The Oxford Towers. "Good morning!" The doorman chimed with a genuine smile. "Good morning, Blake." Finding Miss Beaumont in a surprisingly very good mood would be something brought up to the staff of the facility. The key was slid into the lock and upon opening the door the sun was shining through the floor to ceiling windows that lined three out of four walls. The floor plan was open and spacious with a grand piano near the windows. The kitchen bar was all that separated the kitchen from the rest of the penthouse. The sleek steel appliances and the black, silver, and grey marble counter tops. Her phone was plugged into a charger in her bedroom before she stripped herself once more before slipping into the shower. After a little while she slipped out of the shower and slipped on a red set of lingerie, a pair of short denim shorts, and a red female v neck shirt. For now she was barefoot and plucked her phone from the charger before heading to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. All the while she never forgot Devon. He was never far from her thoughts. As the kureg brewed her cup of coffee she leaned her back against the counter wondering if he would call her.
 

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Devon remained sound asleep even as Gabriella stirred with the morning light, eventually leaving his side upon the comfortable furniture. He was usually a light sleeper, and touch activity would have alerted him. But she was as graceful as she was beautiful, removing herself from her entwined body without so much as stirring him. Of course, it helped that she had done such a number on him last night, leaving him drained in both body and mind. It was close to another hour before he finally roused, the morning sun warming his face with its bright orange glow. Initially he stretched out, his hand sliding across the soft cushion were Gabby once resided. It took his mind a moment to process the lack of her presence, but when he finally realized, his blear eyes cracked open, and he sat up, his attention scanning the room for her.

He might have been disappointed not to find her, had his attention not fallen upon the note left in her wake. He read the napkin with a smile, flashes of the night before sparking his memory. Something about the way she left made him burn for her… usually he was the one slipping out on the other party, but now he would be the one left to crave another encounter. Only after reading the note did he spot what she’d left him beneath it. He lifted the sexy garment and surveyed it with a large grin. She couldn’t have left him a better message, the reminiscence of peeling them off enough to get him hard all over again. He would definitely be calling her when he got a chance…

For now, however, he set his trophy aside and followed in Gabby’s footsteps, carefully collecting his scattered articles of clothing before making his way to the shower. The whole time, she consumed his thoughts. Every second was another memory of their night or the wonder over when they would get to do it again. It seemed like Devon would never be able to think of anything else again, but the world seemed to have other plans, as his phone went off just as he exited the shower. It took him a moment to realize it was stuffed in his pants pocket, but he managed to retrieve it just in time to catch the angry voice of his father.
“I told you to be in over two hours ago!” His senior barked, pure irritation within the word.
“What? Since when? I told you I would be working from home today…”
“Yeah well maybe you should check your messages sometime. I called you several times last night! What the hell were you doing, Devon? You know what, I don’t want to know. Get your shit together and get down here, NOW. I managed to get a sit down with Trifexis. They’ll be arriving within the hour and if you expect to fill my shoes when I gone I highly fucking suggest you make it here before then. ”

“What!?” Devon retorted, “How the hell did you get them to…” his voice trailed off, as he mimicked the thoughts of his father, he really didn’t want to know what sort of dirty, under-handed tactic got them a meeting with the company less than a day later. “I’ll be there as soon—“ but his phone died before he could finish the sentence. With a growl of frustration, he hurriedly dressed. Not having the time to deal with a full suit, he decided to go business casual, choosing a white polo shirt with one of his nicest, charcoal blazers and a pair of khakis. He would have preferred to be a little more professional, but there was no time for it. Once he was ready, he hastily made his way out of the building, Usually he would have preferred a driver to take him in, but being in a hurry he made his way to the resident garages and entered his unit. Very rarely did he take his vehicle into downtown, for fear of all the things that could happen. And it was a very justifiable hesitation, when one saw the beauty of the jet-black, Aspid Gt-21 Invictus. There were few better ways to get somewhere in a flurry, which Devon proved from the moment the engine roared to life, pulling out into the parking lot and on to the road as fast as possible while being safe.

He made it to the office in record time, quickly heading into the parking garage across the street. He past the valet, deciding to park the car himself as the man looked a little too excited at the prospect of driving it for his liking. It meant a longer walk, but he’d seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off enough times that he wasn’t taking any chances. With much difficulty, he left the car behind and made for the lobby of his building. He reached the board room just in time to see his father greeting the Trifexis CEO. Devon calmed himself before approaching the men, and after quick introductions and a stern look from his father, they proceeded onto the long, tense meeting…

“Yes, I understand what you’re offering… however we’ve formed good relations with Globex and have already promised the account to them.”
“With all due respect sir, I thought you were a business man,” Devon challenged, completely annoyed and frustrated with this company. “We have twice as much to offer if you sign the contract over to us. We are being MORE than generous… There’s a chance to make a lot of money here and to throw it away because of ‘good relations’ is a fool-hardy choice.”
“Regrettably, I just don’t think our style of business is compatible. There’s a little more to the world than money, no matter how much we may love it. I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing more to discuss here.”
Devon’s further attempts to persuade him otherwise were quickly shot down; leaving him in one of the worst moods he’d had in weeks. He refused to meet his father’s eye once the two were left alone, but he could still feel the man’s ire.

“This is the third time the Beaumont girl has intercepted, and bested you. You know... One of the biggest reasons our family broke ties with the Beaumonts is because we all thought a woman would be an unfit choice behind the wheel of this company. And now here she is, beating you at every fucking turn now! It would seem to me that we might have been wrong about which heir would be an unfit choice.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure our ruthless approach has absolutely nothing to do with it. You heard the guy, ‘Our style of business just isn’t compatible.’ We’re the sharks of the industry, Dad, and the fish are starting to realize it. If we keep eating and eating like this, eventually there’ll be nothing left.”
“I have taken this company from the ground and made it into an empire. Don’t you dare question how I run it. You start going weak or soft, and the fish notice that too. We are successful BECAUSE we are ruthless. You’ve let Globex step on your toes enough times that potential clients are seeing the strength in them instead of us. It’s time to change that, Devon. At any cost.” Following his words, he slid a large, black folder over to his son, who caught the portfolio with an angry look.

“What is this?” Devon asked, no interest right now in seeing whatever scheme or target his father was plotting over next.
“Information on the Beaumont girl and her mother.” he explained.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do with it?”
“The first step to victory is knowing your enemy, son. From what I can tell, they're clean; nose to the grind stone and all. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my years running this corporation, it’s that people in this field of work are seldom what they seem. You’ve always had a good eye for detail, boy. Maybe you can find something I couldn’t… something we can use.”
Devon scoffed. “Are you telling me to find something I can blackmail them with?”
“I don’t really care what the hell you do, Devon. But if you want to take my place when I walk away, then you better find a way to shut them down. Because if we lose one more contract to Globex, the board is never going to see you through to this seat.”
“I didn’t sign up for this shit,” Devon responded, watching his father darkly.
“You didn’t sign up for anything. It was given to your ungrateful ass on a silver platter. Now take care of it.”

Devon was left with those words ringing in his mind with the force to drive him mad. His hand sat upon the black folder as though it were the scales of judgment. It was a lose-lose decision, and being forced to make it was not sitting very well with him. He wanted to be away from all this crap… to think of the night he’d spent with his beautiful Gabriella . . . The thought of her alone chased away his annoyance, his mind suddenly jumping track as he fetched the napkin he’d stuffed away out of his pocket. The tip of his thumb trailed across the writing, a smile tugging at his face. If there was one thing that could turn him away from all this shit, it was her. It was a little sooner than he liked, but he had to get in touch with her if for no other reason than to hear her voice. Luckily, his phone had charged enough on the drive over, but it was still dangerously low, so he quickly dialed in the numbers, and waited for her to pick up. Maybe he would invite her to dinner or something, though he found himself wondering if she would want to see him again so soon. <e>
 

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Gabriella's phone rang as she sipped on her coffee and took her time eating the eggs benedict that she cooked up herself. The flat screen t.v. was visible from the bar and the news happened to be on. Looking at the caller i.d. on her phone, she smiled before answering. "Hi mom, sorry I forgot to call you when I got home...." Abigail sounded fairly happy and excused her daughter's lack of memory at the time. It wasn't the first and it wasn't going to be the last.
"You're still in one piece and that is all that I care about. I do+ have some news for you. Guess who just called me?" Gabriella groaned. This no work on the weekend was a newly implemented rule that she even included her mother in. "Now, now calm down, I'll make is short. The Trifexis people want to get together over lunch on Monday. They say that they like what we have to offer and want to talk a little more. I think we have it Gabs." Well, it was good news. Despite it entailing work it wasn't bad."
"Okay mom, then I will see you on Monday."
"You sound like you have plans today...." Gabriella laughed, letting her mother know that she was right.
"Well, I am just leaving my day open for possibilities. Let's go with that."
"Well, okay, dear... if you say so. If your day is still open later, you can join me for a manicure and pedicure appointment that I have at 2 o clock. You know that Jade would find some way to squeeze you in."
Abigail would hear the smile in her daughters voice, wondering what had her so happy.
"Thanks for the offer, I'll call you later mom, love you. Bye." After her mother said her goodbyes she hung up.

Just as she was planning to sit herself upon the comfortable grey sectional her phone rang once more. A quick assumption that her mother had something else to say, formed in her head. It came as a bit of a surprise to see an unknown number pop up. "Hello, this is Gabriella speaking." Always the professional one, she had to be when her clients had her phone number as well. A bright, wide smile spread across her lips. "Devon, well this is a pleasant surprise. Nice to see you got my message." The smile that seldom left her lips since yesterday night got even wider after hearing his voice. "Well, my weekend is a time to relax and you gave me a very nice head start yesterday. How about you have lunch with me? Maybe at Luma on Park Avenue?" Tossing out the suggestion with a face that showed far more excitement than her voice.

Upon the edge of her counter top, she sat. Legs swinging idly over the edge. Her eyes looked over to the clock on her stove which read '11:10 am'. "Is noon okay with you?" She asked as she looked herself over and approved of the casual attire for a lunch outing. When all was said and done, she hung up the phone and smiled to herself before rolling her eyes playfully at no one but herself. "This is like a high school crush or something." Teasing words directed at herself. Along with the plain red v neck shirt and the casual denim shorts, she slipped on a simple pair of black velvet peep to pumps that showed off her french tip pedicure. Long dark locks were left to cascade down and past her shoulders.

Make up was lightly applied and every ten minutes, she found herself glancing at the nearest clock. A small purse was snagged on the way out the door at '11:45'. A cab was quickly hailed and she relayed the destination of her choosing to the man and sat back with delicious thoughts of when she was last in a cab with him. The cabbie was paid in a twenty a told to keep the change as she walked through the front doors of the restaurant and greeted by the hostess. "Just one?" Gabby nodded before replying.
"No I'm expecting a friend he shouldn't be too long."
"So a table for two, follow me this way please." The restaurant was brightly lit with floor to ceiling windows, and white tables and booths with bright yellow cushioning. Bright yellow lamps dropped from the ceiling which was white with bright yellow filigree along it. At a table for two, next to a window, she sat. Warm eyes gazing casually out the window after she told the waitress that she would wait for her guest before ordering a drink. That is...if he were to arrive.
 
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