Tonight Hunter was wearing a suit, the only one he owned. A black suit. He wore it with no tie, because he didn't have one. What would he need to own a tie for? He didn't like dressing formal. It always made him feel funny. He believed that suits were designed for people at a high hierarchy and that whenever an ordinary person wore it, they would all of a sudden start behaving like they were now important, out of the blue, a somebody. When he stood infront of his closet an hour ago and the suit caught his eye, he found a reason to finally wear it. He was now one of the people at a high hierarchy. He had every right, even so, he was still not comfortable in a suit. Suits suited people like Hector and some of the capos, depending on their line of management, but him? He didn't think so, even though he was the second in command now. He had set the meeting at 7pm and he was walking in at 7h05. This warehouse was one of their interrogation sites. It was hard for anyone to find it if they h
Hector King was coming down his stairs when Hunter was walking in. Hector had a glass of whiskey in his right hand. You could see that he had just filled the ice because the glass looked misty. It was now almost 10pm and Hector was still in a suit. “You shot my best man.” Hector said when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He stopped there. Hector was wearing cream suit pants and a navy blue golf t-shirt which was tucked in. Hunter lowered his gaze, he knew that Hector would be mad about this. How mad, he had no clue. What if it cost him his new position?Hector then continued towards him and came to stand before Hunter. Hunter couldn't look Hector in the eye. “You shot Ricardo.” Hector repeated, as if Hunter hadn't already heard him the first time. “I know I told you to run shit but I didn't know you'd go and shoot Ricardo.”“King, I can explain.”Just then Hector's front door opened. Hunter knew better than to get distracted while Hector was staring him down, so he didn't look
“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?”Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”“Man leave her alone man.” Hunter laughed, pushing Joe backwards on the couch. Joe and Zahn were both sitting on the three seater with another girl between them. On the two seater, there were two other girls and then Hunter was seated on the one seater with a girl sitting on his lap. “He's stupid.” Zahn said, drinking from her bottle. She was wearing a vest, showing off her tattoos. Both her arms were covered in red, green and black ink. Most of which were entangled branches and flowers. Zahn had black dread locks, dyed blonde at the edges, the sides of her head was cut low and the dreads were in the middle, like a mohawk. She was African American and light skinned. Both her nostrils were pierced, a ring and a stud. She was prett
He stood back with his hands on his waist, admiring his cleaning skills. The kitchen looked spotless. Clean enough to work as his office for today. He was specefically looking at the marble island. He had to work on changing his second bedroom around, with a little more buying and discarding, it would become the perfect office where he could hold small meetings and handle the organizations money. He then went upstairs to take a shower. He pulled his white plain t-shirt over his head and went to look at himself in his full-body mirror on the wardrobe door. He was begining to lose his packs. He threw his t-shirt on the bed and then went down to do a few push-ups. He did twenty then got up and looked in the mirror again feeling better. He then pulled his shorts off and stepped into the shower. He turned the tap on and cold water came splashing out.“The heck!” He muttered pushing the shower nozzle to the side as he tried to get the right water temperature. When the water was finally hot
“Lastly, a black suit, white shirt, both medium.” Pedro Ceasar passed each of them to Hunter. “And then black formal shoes, size 9…”Hunter took the pair of shoes and made sure of the size. When he looked up, the two men on his right were watching him like they've been doing ever since they walked in here. After a few awkward seconds they each looked away. He knew why they were looking at him. First of all, he wasn't as big built as them. These guys were taller with shoulders that looked hunched because of such big muscles they had. And here he was, looking like an ordinary dude that works out. Hunter use to compare himself with Joe and felt proud because he was bigger built but now standing with these guys, he was far from big built. Pedro Caesar then clapped his hands. Sending a loud echo through the small almost empty office. There was only he's large brown office table, rotating office chair and an opened box on the floor where he'd taken the clothes out of. “Alright, I just need
It was easy for Hunter to put two and two together now. The reason why he couldn't recognize her in the picture Angelo had brought was because she had make up on and she wasn't wearing the blonde curly wig. She looked older with make up on. In the club she wasn't wearing any make up, like now. Just the red lipstick. With the make up, she looked like someone way out of Hunter's league. But natural, she just looked simple, innocent and beautiful. She was wearing dark blue flare jeans and a light blue cropped long sleeved top with white sneakers. Her hair pitch black, curly at the edges and loose. “Lost your voice?” She asked Hunter as if she wasn't too happy with his presence. Hunter looked at the billionaire and then back at Rebecca uncomfortably. “Uh... of cause not. Sorry ma'am... I’m Hunter.”“I know.” She responded curt. “What I really want to know is what you are doing here.” Hunter looked over at the billionaire, anxiety spiking. The billionaire too looked a little anxious. “H
Oh that rosey scent— sly and subtle... Inviting you to draw in closer. Getting closer was like a trap. Some kind of sensual bait. Because once you were up close, you never wanted to step away: Rebecca Holland's perfume. Hunter was kissing her neck while penetrating her as she moaned softly. She had her fingers in her black soft hair which was now messy and smelt of some soft organic shampoo. “Hunter...” She whispered softly, he could feel her breath against his ear. That gave him goosebumps. “Shit... Talk to me... ” He muttered back, he's eyes closed, completely lost in how good it felt being in her. “Say my name again...”“Hunter…” Her voice a little more aggressive now, telling him she wanted it harder. “Harder, yeah?” “Hunter!” She shouted, alarming him.He sprung awake and looked around his room feeling busted.Rebecca Holland was standing at the doorway. She was wearing black formal pants, sneakers and a black cropped top with a small silver chain hanging out. Her hair was in
“Look, I don't think that's a good idea.” Hunter told her as she reached over him to get her sunglasses in the glove compartment. “And why not?” She put her glasses on and pulled down the driving mirror to see how she looked. She titled her head to either side and then closed the mirror. “Because if your father had to find out we went to my place I don't think it would look right.” “We slept together and you're worried about him finding out we took a little drive to your place?” She began adjusing the hight of her seat. Hunter paused, looked forward and then turned to Rebecca. “Okay, none of that sounds right.”“Exactly—” “Yes, exactly why we shouldn't do it.”“Do what? Have sex again or go to your place?” She had a small smile as she looked around trying to see whether she would be able to see into the road. Hunter sighed and then answered. “You know what I mean. My place.”“Relax, I'm the one in charge anyway.” She told him and then began driving. “You won't get in trouble.”Hu