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  “You too, and see you on Monday Kendall… maybe!” Jefferson added with a raised brow.

  I watched Jefferson and the others pack up their things and head off home, I started to finish up and sat thinking of the conversation I had just had with Jefferson. It was hard, should I consider leaving? Or was that too much. Hmm, and would it be my choice? Or was I being swayed by everyone else’s thoughts and opinions? I would consider it carefully, and watch what happened over the next few weeks.

  I left the office as I had already arranged to go to Mandy’s house for drinks. I decided that I would speak to her about it. Although she was a bit of a wild one at times, she still had a wise head on her shoulders. Thankfully, she was street smart rather than book smart.

  I turned into Mandy’s road, the kids were playing ball on the sidewalk and stood to watch me as I passed them, I gave them a small wave, and they all stood to wave back at me with grins on their grubby little faces. I often looked at kids playing like this and imagined what it would be like if they were my kids that were running and playing.

  The car came to a halt in Mandy’s driveway, and I turned off the engine and could see Mandy’s face pressed against the window looking at me with a huge grin. She was such a funny girl. And by the time I reached the house the door, it was already open, and Mandy stood there with her arms outstretched for me.

  “Hey girl, what’s up?” she beamed.

  “Hey girl!” I replied in a false, silly accent.

  “Come on in, make yourself at home, not that I need to say that,” she said as she checked her painted nails.

  “Glass of wine?” She held a bottle and two glasses up high in the air still trying to look at her multi-colored nails.

  “Sure, why not, it’s the weekend after all!” I loved being with her.

  “Steady on girl, I said a glass, not a bottle,” she said with a laugh as I poured from the bottle.

  “So, what’s new with you?” I smiled. “You found the man of your dreams yet?”

  “No, still looking, a few potentials though, I did start reading a new book. It’s 20 chapters on how to find a man and keep him. It’s a good read. It tells you how to be true to yourself. You should read it,” she commented and sounded as if she were being serious for a change.

  “I don’t think I need a book on how to find a man,” I said as I sipped my red wine.

  “No, it has plenty of information you could use toward other parts of your life as well, not just relationships, but like your job for example.”

  “Funny you should say that I have just had a conversation with Jefferson about the same thing,” I replied. “He said he’s thinking of leaving.” She checked my nails to see if they needed painting.

  “You should follow him, your boss is a real ass-wipe and treats everyone like crap,” she replied in an angry tone.

  “I know, but I can see past that, I think he’s a lost soul who just needs something to bring him out of his bad self,” I replied.

  “That may be the case, but why does it have to be you?” Mandy added as she chose a color for my nails.

  “I don’t know, in a way, I’m drawn to him, it’s strange, but I think he may feel the same somehow,” I said. “It’s just his attitude I can’t really handle. He has a really crappy mouth sometimes.”

  “Just don’t take any crap; what have I tried to teach you? Remember, you are in control of your own destiny,” Mandy said as she refilled the glasses with more wine.

  “I know all that, and the pay and the perks are excellent, but there is no way I could find that sort of offer anywhere else. My resume would look woeful if I left too quickly,” I added.

  “Nearly everyone knows what Elijah’s attitude is like, I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem,” she said, not letting me make any excuses.

  “That is true, but it shows I have given up quickly without trying to resolve the matter,” I replied. "What does it say about me as a person?”

  “Well, you should keep your options open, there is no harm in looking around and checking what’s available, what have you got to lose?” Her eyes were wide and obvious. She could be so assertive, and it was hard to ignore her, sometimes.

  “That would be a bit dodgy, Elijah has contacts everywhere, it wouldn’t be long before he found out I was looking, then he would surely give me hell,” I said in explanation.

  “Well if I were you, I would start looking, even if you just read the adverts, he won’t find that out. Plus, you never know what the future will bring.” Apparently, hot pink was my color.

  “Maybe you’re right, but at the moment, I think I can stick it out with him as long as he doesn’t get any worse,” I commented shocked by the nail color as she painted it on the first nail. “I’ll keep my options open, but as I said to Jefferson, I’m not making any rash decisions at the moment. It's better the devil you know than the devil you don’t!”

  “Oh well, just be careful and don’t end up in bed with the devil,” Mandy said with a devilish grin.

  "Once you have sold your soul, there is no going back,” she laughed.

  “Fill my glass, and stop being such a philosopher,” I said. “I’ll have to make this my last one. I have to get home to Bo, and I’m driving. I don’t want to be over the limit."

  “So, that is your final decision. You are going to stick it out for a while?” Mandy asked as she concentrated on my left-hand creation.

  “For the time being, yes, I’m going to tough it out and show my true mettle. I can put up with the crap because at the end of the day they are only words, and words can’t break bones, they can just be a little hurtful sometimes.”

  “You’re right, I suppose, just think of yourself and your dog!” she laughed.

  “Speaking of dogs, I need to get home to him. He’ll be wondering where I’m,” I said.

  I finished my glass and grabbed by things, I waved to Mandy as I reversed from her driveway and carefully drove home, and all the time, the conversation went through my head. My nails looked like they belonged to a call girl. Wow!

  I arrived home, and Bo was waiting, I quickly let him into the garden so he could do his business. He was a big dog, a big, lazy, beautiful dog. Great to cuddle with and a good listener.

  I fed him his favorite dinner then I had a shower and got into some nice relaxing pajamas, it was a long day, and I had already started to feel a little drowsy, or maybe that was the wine that had started to affect me? I couldn’t be sure.

  I jumped into bed and waited for Bo to join me, he always slept on the end of the bed and protected me. I wasn’t sure if he would be too lazy if anything did happen, but for moral support, he was always there for me.

  “Come on Bo,” I said patting the bed. He jumped up beside me.

  “So, how has your day been then eh?" His eyes followed my hand waiting for a pat, “I hope you have had a better day than I have, it was full of work related things. Yep, mainly conversations about finding another job. What do you think?” I asked the nearly asleep Bo.

  He looked at me with his big sad eyes. I’m sure he thought I should rough it out and give Elijah the benefit of the doubt too, at least for the time being. He wriggled his big brown and white body closer to mine, and I put my hand on his belly as we slipped into a deep sleep together. Thank goodness, the weekend was here. I was exhausted.

  Chapter 3

  Elijah

  I pushed the button on the remote, and the curtains slowly glided open. It was as if they were pushed by an invisible force. I could see the first beams of the sun as it peeped over the horizon; today was going to be a good day, a fun day I thought.

  I kicked off the duvet and placed my feet on the oak wood floor, I tensed my shoulders and stretched my arms out in front of me. I loved mornings, and I shook off the last remnants of sleep and headed for the shower to get myself ready for the day.

  I stepped in, the first drops of water cascaded over my body; their icy chill numbing my senses. I started to wash as I thought of the b
usiness, it would do them good not to have me there to carry them all of the time. Fuck them. I can do what I want, it’s my business after all.

  I found my robe and headed to my closet... my beloved closet. This was every man’s dream, I had spent a fortune creating this masterpiece, and that was without the clothes. Hell, my closet was better than most stores, full of Versace and other well-known brand names. It was worth a packet of money and I owned all of it.

  I stood there as I pondered over what I should wear, smart casual, or just downright rich and a bastard casual? That was the question. As always, it was the rich bastard who won out, so, I grabbed a pair of Alexander McQueen track pants, and a classy designer sweatshirt to match. Then, and as always, it was the watch. Which damned watch should I choose? I opted for my Bvlgari, not my most expensive by any means, but the styling best fit the rich bastard sporty look.

  I looked at myself in the full-length mirror as slipped on my watch. Damn, I looked good, what woman could resist this if it was offered to her? I had a body built for sin, and my light blue eyes could melt the heart of any woman, not that I wanted their heart.

  It was hard to improve on perfection, so I conceded defeat, and I combed my hair and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I needed a good boost of caffeine to keep me going, the adrenaline would kick in later, but for now, I needed a shot or two of espresso… double strength. I measured the coffee beans and tipped them in the grinder. I hit the button and watched as the blades sprang into action, the beans danced around as if they were on a hot tin roof.

  The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air; the hissing and spitting of the espresso machine worked its magic and the scalding hot water infused with the flavor from the coffee. It was a cup of pure Heaven I thought, and what better way to start the day.

  I finished my second cup, my body buzzed, and the caffeine got to work immediately arousing my body. Damn, that feels good.

  I decided to take the car to the airfield rather than the bike, and as always, I wanted to impress as I arrived. Not flashy bling, just something that oozed sex appeal because I did that's for sure. I climbed in the Audi A8, I started the engine, and the five point two-liter V-10 sprang to life. It was beyond powerful. With 540 ponies controlled by my foot, damn this car was good.

  I shot out of the driveway and tested the zero to 60 time; four seconds, damn I’m slow, the factory claimed a time of three point two seconds. Next time I’ll do it, I’ll, I promised myself with a cheeky grin. Fast cars and fast women were all I'd ever need.

  I arrived at the airfield and headed to the office for the skydiving school. It was a small place, and inside there was just one girl in her 20s with dirty blonde hair, which she repeatedly twiddled with her fingers while she chewed her gum.

  “Name please?” she asked as she chewed and talked allowing me to see the pink gum that rolled around in her mouth.

  “Hanson. Party of one,” I said as I chuckled to myself. This was going to be a fucking blast.

  “Take a seat, the instructor will be with you shortly,” she replied as she scribbled on her pad as if trying to look efficient. It didn't fool me, and I noticed her cleavage spilling out from her low-cut blouse. Damn.

  I sat looking out the window, the planes lined up, wing tip to wing tip, just waiting for their rich owners to come and take them out at the weekend. I should get one, but not a tiny one. A 10-seater would be good.

  I could see the instructor as he walked to toward the office. He was dressed in a red and blue skydiving suit with a white helmet and blue framed goggles. He kicked open the door and headed toward me.

  “You must be Hanson,” he said as he thrust out his hand to greet me.

  “Yep, but call me Elijah, the Hanson part can wait for my employees,” I replied as I took his hand and gripped it hard asserting my control with my firmness.

  “It’s just you jumping on the first flight, so get suited up, and we’ll get underway." He didn’t seem to like me, but it was irrelevant.

  The big-breasted girl behind the counter stood and placed a black helmet down for me and red-rimmed goggles on the top.

  “Are you small, medium or large?” she said as she scanned my body.

  “I’m definitely large,” I replied as I cheekily winked at her trying to get her attention.

  ***

  I climbed into the orange suit. I look like a God damned.

  We walked toward the Cessna, the pilot busy talking on the radio as we climbed onboard and slipped onto a wooden bench. The plane shook, and the noise from the engine filled the cabin. The pilot uttered a few words and slowly taxied toward the runway.

  “It gets bumpy when these planes take-off, just grab hold of something,” the instructor bellowed into my ear, his spittle leaving his lips which left me disgusted as it landed on my face.

  "Yeah, thanks!" I replied wiping my face in disgust.

  “First jump?” the instructor shouted as we started to leave the asphalt, the rumble of the wheels falling into silence as they left the ground.

  “Yeah, first timer,” I replied.

  “You will need to do a tandem jump first time,” the instructor informed me.

  “Fuck that, I want to jump solo,” I said taking control of the situation.

  “It’s against the rules, either that or you don’t jump,” he replied as he sat back in his seat.

  I reached into my pants’ pocket and pulled out a small wad of notes. I peeled off a couple and handed them to the instructor.

  “I’m jumping solo,” I pressed, as I held the notes in front of the instructor.

  He glanced toward the cockpit to see if the pilot was watching, he could see he was busy staring at the clouds. He greedily grabbed the notes and stuffed them hurriedly into his pocket.

  “Not a word to anyone, okay Big Boy?” he said.

  “That’s fine by me,” I replied with a wide smile. Money really gets you everything. I grinned in satisfaction.

  The plane reached the jumping altitude and circled back toward the airfield, the instructor gestured toward me, five minutes as he held up his greedy, fat fingers. I sat, and the adrenalin pumped through my veins, my heart pounded against my chest. I felt like I had just had fantastic sex. No wonder this is so popular. The light turned to green, and the instructor gestured me toward the door.

  “Don’t forget, count like I told you and then pull the ripcord,” he shouted over the noise as the air was sucked from the cabin.

  “I know, I know,” I replied, and confirmed I understood by giving him thumbs up sign. Stupid, greedy prick.

  The instructor placed his hand on my shoulder, I grabbed both sides of the door, and I rocked back and forth and then launched myself into space. The air rushed over my face and ripples formed in my cheeks as I plummeted to the earth below me.

  Count to six and pull, fuck that, I'll count to eight instead, I thought.

  Six, seven, eight... I pulled the ripcord, and the chute opened, my fall suddenly stopped, and the harness pulled at my body, and my chest was tugged hard. I looked below as I glided down toward the field, I could see people milling about. They looked like ants and then started to grow bigger the closer I became to the landing point. I was aroused, the adrenalin pumping at full speed around my body. My feet touched the green ground as I swooped onto the land.

  I grabbed the chute and walked to the instructor. “Again, I wanna go again,” I said. “I’ll pay you extra.” This guy loved money. At least we had something in common.

  The instructor agreed, and we did it all again, he was happy he had just earned and extra 500 bucks, and I was wrapped, and although I had no idea what could fill the day after that, I was sure something exciting would turn up.

  We headed back to the service lounge. My body buzzed. I was ready for anything. I entered the lounge and handed the dirty blonde girl my helmet and hung my suit back on the wall.

  “Five minutes and you will have your certificate,” the dirty blonde shouted over the counter. Fuck she
was more than hot.

  I ignored her momentarily. Something else had caught my eye. I noticed a woman who sat alone by the window. I ruffled my hair and casually walked over to her.

  “Hi, you here to jump?” I asked with my sexiest smile and a hand in my pocket.

  “Er, no, just waiting,” she answered looking delicious.

  “You can’t beat a good jump or two,” I said grinning to myself and noticing her lips. So hot. I wanted them to wrap around my hard cock and hear her moan.

  I cast my gaze over her body. She had curves, curves I could just devour and spend the whole fucking afternoon with. I sat in the chair next to her and flashed my blue eyes and waited. She avoided my glances, but I could feel her attraction to me as she closed her legs tight.

  “What would it take to get you to leave with me?” I asked.

  Her face looked stunned by my comment. Then the perfect O was created by her pink mouth. Fuck, yeah.

  “What do you take me for?” she replied turning her body away slightly.

  She was begging for someone like me to fuck her brains out.

  “You look mighty fine. I would love to spend the afternoon with you,” I replied as I reached into my pocket and removed my wallet, opening it to check my money purposefully.

  I sensed her eyes had caught the sight of my wad. I knew there were not many chicks who could resist the temptation of this much money. I had at least two grand tucked in the designer leather wallet.

  She suddenly turned to me after it caught her gaze. My plan worked. She winked and suddenly, just like a fucking magician, I was hers. I escorted her to the car and opened the door as she slipped inside with her sexy skirt. I slid behind the steering wheel and started up the powerful engine. I turned to the woman and let my eyes linger on her body.

  “Can you feel the power between your legs?” I asked with a wry smile, eyeing her perfect breasts under her t-shirt.

  “As long as it’s all go and not all show,” she said as she adjusted the seat belt which had happily worked its way between her breasts.

  We headed for home, and she touched me softly, stroking my leg as I drove. Fuck. It was going to be a perfect end to my already thrilling day. I was going to make her scream my name while I fucked her hard and fast under my silky sheets. All in the comfort of my own home.