When Love Meets War

A man dressed in a green two-piece suit threw stacks of paper at two men. The man held a walking stick in his left hand.

The two men stood in front of the man and bowed their heads in embarrassment, neither attempting to speak, for they knew the repercussions.

"What nonsense is this!" the man spat out. "Where is the file that contains the contract between Foreshore Buildings and Power International Limited? Where is it?" he shouted at the men in front of him.

"I'm not speaking to the deaf and dumb, am I?" he said when he noticed the men were not speaking. He was furious; the document was critical to him and his business's progress.

"Sir...sir, we are sorry. We mixed the files up and—" The man speaking was harshly cut off.

"Shut up!"

"You mixed up the files and lost it?" He scoffed, then he chuckled lightly. "Then you both lose your jobs the same way the file was lost," he said firmly.

"What!" Both men gasped, raising their heads to look at their boss, one of the most powerful men in America. Richard Anthony Power was a well-known business tycoon who only cared about his business and his family.

"Sir...we are sorry, we promise to rectify our mistakes," both men said simultaneously as they fell to their knees, pleading.

Mr. Power dialed a number on his landline. "Security, come to my office now!" he demanded. The men knew what he meant. They were fired, and if they didn't leave, he'd have security take them away by force, so they got up and left.

"Mr. Power, you called me," a young man dressed in a two-piece black suit said, getting Mr. Power's attention.

"I want you to go to Switzerland and bring Andrew back to America by any means," Mr. Power demanded.

"I shall do as told, sir," the man said firmly before taking his leave.

Clubbing nights are the best. I didn't want to come, but my girlfriend wanted me to. She had promised to show me some of her sexy moves if I followed her to the club.

I slip in among the crowd, and bee line for the bar. After a shot of whiskey, I was ready to move with the music, my hands in the air, body moving like an uncoiling rope, eyes on fire. The joy is like a shot of adrenaline to the heart and all at once I'm one with the music, one with every crazy person dancing in this place.

My girlfriend moves towards me, taking seductive steps. She wraps her arms around my neck then slowly turns around, so her ass is against my crotch. I let my body move to the rhythm of the song in the club as I wrap my arms around the waist of the woman of my dreams. She sways her hips, and I follow her every movement.

She turns around a little later so she faces me, and although it’s dark, her beautiful face, those mischievous eyes, can't be hidden. She dances like no one is watching, but of course, I was watching, and her movements turned me on.

I felt my pants tighten. I groaned, frustrated, as we jived and boogied to rave music. She looked so sexy. Her mischievous eyes, the way her long lashes fluttered and the way she bit her lips turned me on. I wanted to leave immediately and take her somewhere, so she would scream my name alone.

Suddenly the DJ changed the song to Wobble Up by Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj and G-Eazy. My girlfriend turned around again, so her ass rubbed against my dick and I hissed. My hands held onto her waist as she began to twerk to the song, making it hard for me to move.

She was killing me; I knew she could dance, but tonight was extra. She knew what she was doing; her beautiful smirk told me everything. I groaned again and she giggled while licking her lips seductively.

I don’t know how I was able to pull through, but at the end of the night we burst through the doors into the artificial glow of streetlamp. In the charcoal hues of almost-dawn we arrived at my apartment.

When we made it into my apartment, I slammed the door and claimed her lips, catching her off-guard. She chuckled then pulled away slowly, "Calm down, sweetheart."

I leaned back and kissed her again. This time she didn't pull back. She kissed me back with the same force. Maybe time stopped when my lips met hers. The flutter of passion only intensified. My heart pounded in my chest as my knees grew weaker. It has always been this way when we kiss; she made me feel intense passion all over.

Every time we kissed, it was different but powerful. I could only focus on the softness of her lips against mine, how addictively she invaded all my senses.

Heat rose from my stomach to my chest. She parted her lips and I thrust in my tongue. Our tongues fought for dominance until I finally won. She tasted so sweet, better than ever. I felt like a volcano on the edge of combustion. I couldn't have enough of her. No matter how much we kissed, I wanted more.

I moved my hands slowly until they landed on her butt and she moaned. I squeezed her butt. "Jump," I said in between kisses and she did as told. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I moved to my room. As we both ran out of breath, we stopped kissing, but that didn't stop me from trailing fleeting kisses from her neck to her collarbone and to the top of her breast.

I hadn't said much earlier when she appeared in that sexy, short, red gown. I had wanted to stop her and fuck her until she couldn't walk anymore, but she was so happy; I couldn't ruin her joy.

When she walked into the club, I watched her hips sway, and I couldn't help but hold her possessively. Every man was eye-fucking her, and I didn't like that, but I ignored all of that for her.

My erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. I placed her on my bed, and she bounced twice before settling down. She giggled.

"You are so hungry. I can see," she whispered. Her long lashes fluttered, and she licked her lips. I leaned towards her and smacked her ass, "You are bad. Wearing this short dress to a club and..." I trailed off to open her legs to see the panties she wore. I smirked; she was that naughty. She was wearing a G-string.

She giggled. "You like what you see, don't you?" she asked, teasing. I chuckled.

"I'm gonna punish you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days," I said to her and she shrugged.

"As long as it's your dick, there’s no problem. Fuck me hard!" she said, and her lips formed a devilishly attractive lopsided grin. She was never this clear with her words. She was always shy and cautious of what she said.

"You are speaking bad, my little baddie, but as long as it's for me, I have no issues." I smirked, "Now let daddy eat something." I pulled down her panties, making sure to take them off painfully slow.