Beau
There! She had done it. Mission accomplished. She had set her goal and followed through with it. With flying colors. Several times.
Wincing at the soreness she felt in between her raw thighs, every muscle in her body protesting, she tiptoed out of the suite, carrying her Manolos.
It was six in the morning, the sun has not come out to kiss the horizon, yet she was sneaking out of a man's room like a burglar. Why couldn't she be like any normal girl? A rhetorical question.
She could have woken up beside the guy she had sex with the whole night and maybe enjoyed breakfast with him. She was escaping instead.
You know why.
But the guy is just so yummy!
Then that is a hell of a reason to move you’re a** out there.
You are right.
Why was she having a debate with her conscience? That, she knew the answer.
Beau was sparing herself from the humiliation she would surely feel when he kicked her out of his room. That was why. One night stands had not changed their meaning.
No clingy goodbyes. No promises.
Plus, she had other more important reasons.
She grimaced. It was virtually impossible to get out of his arms. He fell on top of her after the umpteenth time of se*, both of them drained, unable to move. She had nearly fallen asleep, thanked God she didn't succumb to exhaustion. She realized it was dawn and she needed to hightail it before he woke up.
With a heavy heart and after gazing at his perfectly carved physique to store in her memories for those lonely nights, she donned her wrinkled dress, sans the underwear. She didn't even know where it was and she had resigned to go commando for the time being.
She leaned to kiss his cheek softly. Thanking him for the most wonderful evening of her life. He stirred a bit but didn't wake up. He hugged the pillow that has her scent on it. She smiled, wistful. Wishing she could stay. But no. She wouldn't. Life was already so much complicated as it was. She does not need to add him to the mix.
The elevator ride she took to bring her down to the first floor of the hotel made her jittery. Aching to go back to him. She sniffed. She wasn't even aware she was crying.
Her bare feet didn't make a sound on the sheening marble tiles at the elegant lobby. She must really look a sight with her disheveled hair, swollen lips, and state of dress. Blushing scarlet, trying to pat her hair to tame it.
Exiting the five-star hotel, her heart grew heavier. She didn't know why but her feet were trying to drag her back inside. She can't. Knew well of the rules.One-night stand. No strings attached. Besides, men like him had girlfriends and mistresses in abundance. He may even be married.
Feeling her eyes filled with tears, she took a deep breath. How could she be so stupid? She had resigned herself that she could be pregnant. She had wanted it. However, having a night with a married man should have been out of the question.He doesn't have a wedding band, Beau.
She squinted her eyes, trying to think. Yeah. He didn't have one. She relaxed a bit. Nevertheless, she wouldn't go back no matter how much she wanted him inside her again. Besides, he was a foreigner. A Russian. She was sure he will be gone in a few days. And she would never see him again. The thought dampened her mood even further.
***
She just couldn't believe she cried all the way from the hotel. Now, her eyes were swollen and she was breathing through her mouth. Perfect!
She sank deeper in her tub, savoring the warm water and she felt her sore muscles relax. The soreness in her genitals was still a bit uncomfortable. A reminder of him. She sighed. He will always be but a distant memory. If she got pregnant then she would be the happiest woman in the world.
Beau's eyes felt heavy. Feeling the exhaustion from the strenuous activities last night and the early hours of the morning. She lost count on how many times they did it.
She had better take a much-needed nap and later talked to Lily.
The familiar ringtone blasting at a distance --probably from her living room-- jerked her awake from her sleep. She glowered in annoyance. The water was cold and she was all wrinkly. The stopper was removed to drain the tub before she wore her cozy bathrobe.
She reached for the Bluetooth device, which was connected to her secure server that also had her cell phone attached to it.
"Hello, Beauty Grace, " she rolled her eyes, however, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's British robotic accent.
"It's Beau."
"Heavy sigh."
"What is new, Lil?"
"The Marcelinos wants your expertise again. Looking for the file."
"They are boring, Lil. Anybody else?"
"Another heavy sigh." Beau grinned. " The Marcelinos are willing to pay double. I suggest you take it, Beauty Grace."
"Ok. I'll take it. I must warn you though I will be done in a day or two so you must find me another one."
"Grinning at my best friend. I will. This time I will make it more complicated. Oh and, one of the clients wants to meet B. G. Anderson."
"Not a good idea, Lil. I don't want conflict. And they don't know who I really am. I want it that way."
"I agree with you, Beauty Grace. Take care. Sending the file to a secure server. Dropping call."
That went well. Usually, Lily will torture her with an endless sermon about the merits of life. It was Beau's turn to exhale heavily when the call ended.
She missed Lily. They grew up together in an orphanage and had always watched each other's backs. Her best friend was deaf and mute, the main reason Beau was fiercely protective of her and the fact that Lily was the only one that knew her secret. The only family she had.
Having been diagnosed with IQ autism 360 had been a burden. A nightmare concealed and suppressed. She didn't want to be considered a freak of nature. And she sure as hell didn't want to have been experimented on in a government facility. Moreover, she didn't want to lose Lily.
By the age of seven, she was already teaching Lily the universal sign language. She had memorized and solved every math equations there was. Her mind was constantly at work. Brainwaves always restless and churning with equations and puzzles and out of this world's ideas. Only Lily kept her anchored. She learned how to pace herself so her best friend could keep up.
The pretense of not knowing more than what was taught at her age had taken its toll when she was ten years old.
She just needed more. First, she had decided she needed books, mostly in foreign languages. Mostly, unsolved math equations by geniuses. But she would need money for that. She begged Mrs. Anderson, their foster parent to let her bake some goodies and sell them from house to house. Thank God the crack addict agreed with a commission.
In secret, she studied, her knowledge broadened. Her skills strengthened. She learned 40 languages, including old Latin and Hebrew. Got her own computer from the money she and Lily had scraped and saved from selling goodies.
By then, Beau decided to create her own website with untraceable IP. Her expertise in Math soon gave her the ability to manage financial reports. Complicated, mind-boggling, brain-twisting investment, and expenditures. She analyzed transactions, cross-reference any minute detail in each data. The only set back was she was underage at that time, no legal company would employ an accountant at her tender age.
The obvious solution was to dig deeper into the dark web. There, she found clients that will look the other way as long as she managed their books and investments. In return, they filled her prepaid cards after each contract. No questions asked.
Because there was a steady flow of cash, she was able to support Lily's studies. She had to go to a special school and Beau had no problem with shouldering her expenses.
Due to advanced learning, at fourteen, she graduated high school. Went to Berkeley at fifteen and graduated Suma Cum Laude at 19 with a Bachelor's Degree in Finance and Accounting. And she had her Masters and Doctorate the same year. At 20, she owned her own business and she was her own boss.
Her sister by heart Lily became a Special Education teacher, fell in love with Adam then moved to England.
Beau was happy Lily found love and remained her best friend. Up to now, still working as her part-time secretary. Lily was the only person she could trust with her life.
If her clients and their men would actually know who she was. She knew she would have a lot of enemies.
***
Five days of routine. Five days of restlessness. Five days of hell.
When she told Lily she would finish the books in 24 hours, what she meant was within six hours. The financial analysis was submitted a few minutes after. Good luck to whoever was stealing from the coffers.
Shaking her head, she went back to cleaning her quaint cottage. Located on the outskirts of the city, all she can hear were cicadas singing in the stillness of the evening.
She bet Dominic would love to see that.
“No!” Where did that thought come from? She can't. Not with him. Tears will flow once more if she kept on thinking of him. She wouldn't do that to herself. It was an absurd infatuation leading nowhere. She just couldn't. And even if it was possible, she would not bring trouble to his doorstep.
Because if there was something she was sure of, her middle name was trouble.
She had plummeted into the unknown. For the first time in her genius life, she didn't know the equation she needed to apply for her to come up with the correct solution to her situation.
There was no denying it. For a genius, she was quite idiotically stupid to the highest degree.
She, Beau Anderson, had fallen. In more ways than one.
***
"Hey, Lily Billy. Wassup?"
"Rolling my eyes from your silliness." Beau smiled despite her melancholy.
"I know you love me."
"I wish I didn't. Shakes my head. I found you a legit client."
The Beau System she had invented from scratch was more advanced than China's Wuxi. Her computer can perform around 200,000 trillion calculations per second. And she could climb any secure server known to man.
It was twice as fast and three times as efficient that it can surpass any software in the world.
She bet Pentagon would love to get their hands on her baby. Too bad they couldn't. Her invention was deeply ensconced in her brain, they had to kill her and dissect it to have the smallest possibility to know how it was built.
If her next invention will pull through, she will be able to hear Lily's voice or give her a true voice, the one that will actually come from her vocal cords.
"Beauty Grace. Tapping my fingers."
"Eh...still here, Lil."
"The client? Heavy sigh."
"Ok. Legit you say? The name of the company?"
"DV Corporation. Owner of hotels, restaurants, resorts, and casinos. They also own various shipping companies. Last I checked they are earning billions in profits for the last three decades. In Euros. The accounting head has noticed discrepancies for the last two weeks. The difference is 200 million in Euros. You know the guy. He was a colleague of yours. Daniel."
"Wow.
If the initial computation came from that dickhead, then he is a mess. When will I receive the data?""Shaking my head at your language. The twins are playing in the background. There is a catch." She wished she could really hear her and the twins' noise in the background. She smiled at the thought.
"The client wants to meet the accountant and work from their main office. Cringing. Waiting for response."
"You know I don't do that, Lil."
"You want legit and this is how legit works. Banging my head on the table with your stubbornness."
"I know... it's just that..." Dare she?
"Please. For me? I worry about you. Blinking back tears. You need to go out."
If only Lily knew.
"Don't you dare cry, Lil. You know I hate it."
"Sniffing. Kids are embracing me." Lily had her there.
"You are not playing fair, Lily. I am mad at you. My lips are pouting and I am pulling out my hair."
"Laughing hard. I know you love me and your nieces. That is why you are going to do this and stop working for your dubious clients. Besides, they will pay you double. They just want the report like yesterday. You are the only one who can do it."
"Ok. You win. When?"
"Triumphant smile. Monday at 9 am. DV Corporation Main Building, edge of the financial square in Union Street. Make mama proud. Smirking."
"Yeah. Yeah. Miss you and girls, Lil."
"We miss you too. Sober. Sad face. I wish you could visit."
"I can't do that. I won't risk putting you and my nieces in danger. Love you."
"Another heavy sigh. Embracing my kids. Love you, Beauty Grace."
"Yeah. Talk to you soon. Bye."
The beeping in the Bluetooth device signaled the call had disconnected.
DominicPeople say he was just like his father. A motherfucking nutcase made of titanium no man can crack.Arrogant, merciless, and an overbearing asshole who can make enemies lose their shit when he walked into a room. His presence alone commanded absolute respect.Of course, the description came from his little sister. He smirked. She was the only one who can talk to him like that. And mom was the only person who can make him quake in his boots.Until HER.The traitorous thought came unbidden. He shook his head. Irritated. Angry and agitated once more.His thoughts went back to his parents. To his father, the former mafia leader mellowed over the year
BeauAfter debating with herself the entire weekend, her answer was no. N.O. No. Nay. Negative.There were a million reasons why she shouldn't do it. The most obvious one was, she would be exposed. Her identity has been kept a secret since she was a child. Yes, her colleagues from college might know her as a nerdy girl who studied hard and ended up graduating at the of the class. However, that Daniel guy has no idea of her genius. He never knew that everything was a child's play for her. A means to an end.She was not worried about her egotistical former classmate. What worried her were her shady clients. From cartels and mafias to gangsters and yakuza organizations. She handled them all.There was no way for them to
DominicThe little sleep he had last night, even after jacking off with thoughts of his detka had him in a foul mood. Add his hangover, he was looking for an excuse to kill anyone today.Where the fuck was Alec? His general had gone out before Dominic woke up. He needed some positive news about his woman and he needed to meet the freelance accountant today for a few minutes. After that, he was free for the day. His one-track goal was to personally go to his detka's place to fuck and kidnap her. Or which opportunity came first. He would prefer the former. If his general had found the fucking address.Motherfucker!He was crazy about her. One night will never be enough.She had turned his world upside down
BeauDisorientation and pleasant tiredness was the first thing she felt when she woke up. Second, soreness and creamy wetness between her thighs. The activities they had indulged in all morning drained her. The man was insatiable.Beau was glad he was nowhere to found at the moment. She needed time for herself. And she needed to think. Desperately.Gingerly, her body moved to the edge of the bed. She had found out from their previous encounter a soothing warm bath could cure the twinge of discomfort in her genitals.Walking on wobbly legs, with the satin blanket wrapped around her, she made it to the spacious bathroom.Looking around her, her lips twisted in anxiety.
The EnemiesThe nervous tension around the roomwas palpable. What had spooked the hardened criminals around him? The meeting was unexpected. He was with his latest bitch when the boss called him in. Apparently, it was a pressing issue that has to be dealt with tonight.Sometimes, the boss can be overdramatic. He decided to humor him though. From what he had observed, he had made a sound decision.He watched their leader pace back and forth, cold sweat streamed down his face."What the fuck happened?" The bald man at the front asked.The man stopped pacing and turned to them. His face was taut and he was pale.
Beau This was by far the most complicated financial datasheet she had ever encountered in her accounting career bar none. And she had solved every fucking shit there was since she was a kid. Still, she saw this as part of growth. A gauntlet was thrown, who was she to turn her back on challenges. She craved them. And will never be dissuaded by a small complication. She tilted her head to the side and examined the patterns once more. Like an artist, evaluating and assessing a rare creation of a masterpiece. Hmmm, I wonder how they did it. It took Beau a moment but when it did, something clicked in her brain.
Dominic"Why do you have to come home with me tonight?"He bit the fleshy side of his cheek to stop his smile. Instead of feeling irritated, he relished the idea of his detka getting impatient with him. It was infinitely better than her being too quiet. This passionate side of her --with expressive brown eyes spitting fire-- was a turn on.Damn!She was in a bad mood. His detka. Ever since they got inside the car, she scooted away from him, averted her gaze, and looked out the window. Her attention to the mundane scenery and her silent statement as loud as a thunderstorm.The fact they had spent the best part of the afternoon lolling in bed hadn't sweetened her prerogative.
The GeneralAlecSonofabitch! No one escapes him. No one!He will have that cocksucker in his hands and will skin him alive slowly.Alec was boiling inside with rage. He had always prided himself on his astute perception of his surroundings. What happened was a blotch on his reputation. It wouldn't do. He will have his man.His tzar would want a piece of that cocksucking assassin. Alec would be glad to let Dominic play with the fucker before he made good on his promise.The general's mind might be preoccupied with planning but his outer countenance remained stoic and observant. No emotions showed on his face.His concentration shif