By about two in the morning, it was apparent to Alex that the man known as Charles, who had accompanied the young woman to this party, was not going anywhere soon. He and the host seemed to be pretty tight and there was no way anyone was breaking them up anytime soon. Alex sighed and roamed about the room, greeting people he knew, nodding at people who thought they knew him. Planting himself at the bar, Alex pulled out his cell phone and opened a text he had gotten hours ago from Michael. He rolled his eyes as he read the warning that if this business was screwed up, Alex could say goodbye to his portion of the share.
Alex didn't bother responding as he knew there was nothing to worry about. He watched people who were still dancing, and noted how much fuller the floor was, now that people had gotten a considerable amount of alcohol into them. He easily picked out at least four new clients who had been more than interested in investing in Michael's little "hosting" business. Every man in his right mind loved the idea of gorgeous young women who would fulfill their every desire or fantasy.
Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Alex turned away from the display of gyrating hips and writhing arms. He leaned on his elbows as he thought of what it really was like to love a woman. He thought back to the other night at Michael's. He played along for his friend's sake because the man had taken him in when no one else in the city was willing to offer him a shot. He pretended to be interested in the money and the women Michael threw at him, but in truth, there was only one thing he was interested in.
He had to make sure his mother was provided for. Thanks to his little charade, Michael had secured a great place for her in a high class nursing home. While Alex's mother was still rather young, only being about fifty, she was unable to care for herself, being crippled from the waist down. Because of a car accident a few years prior, she had been bound to a wheel chair, and neither she nor Alex had had enough money set aside to pay for the expense of caring for her. Alex worked very hard to try and care for them, but it always seemed to fall just below the bar. Thanks to a chance meeting, Michael had taken the duo under his very financially stable wings and made sure they were provided for, as long as Alex worked as his right hand man.
Alex ground his teeth together and gripped his glass tightly. Downing his drink, he broke through the crowd, making his way up the stairs again. He had checked on Emma a few hours ago, and called a maid to bring up something for the girl to wear to bed so she could get some rest while her pal finished his playtime. He quietly snuck into the room now, knowing he would need some sleep himself soon. He might just pull out the little trundle bed he kept there, so she could stay asleep undisturbed.
He couldn't help sneaking a look at her as she slept, though. She had finished cleaning up, scrubbing away any trace of the harsh makeup she'd been wearing. Her hair was still damp, but had been carefully brushed and braided. She breathed shallowly as she slept, and a small smile danced sweetly on her lips. Alex was stunned and couldn't help jumping a little as she moaned softly and rolled onto her back, sprawled out in comfortable sleep. The comforter had slipped with the motion of her body and he watched in awe as her perfectly round breasts rose and fell softly with each heavenly breath. The simple white t-shirt the maid had found for her to wear fit loosely but had been pulled tight by the twisting and turning of her sleep. He wondered if suitable bottoms had been secured and fought the urge to look and make sure.
Shaking his head hard to clear it, he pulled out the trundle and peeled back the sheets, crawling in so he could sleep. He didn't even bother undressing, not wanting to put himself in temptation's way. Still, the knowledge she was only a few feet away left him breathless and he felt his cock beginning to swell with desire for this forbidden angel who had charmed her way, unknowingly, into his bed. He closed his eyes slowly and drifted off, an image of her, cleaned and sleeping peacefully, burned into the backs of his eyelids.
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Michael paced from one end of his office to the other. His suit coat was thrown across his desk, and papers were scattered everywhere. The only thing he had come up with that morning was that his mystery woman had gotten off on the floor that hosted a little no-name magazine. The like one would find in a grocery store checkout that held false stories of his kind, making them out to be shallow, unintelligent, spoiled lunatics. He huffed and fell back into his chair. He was supposed to be meeting Alex for lunch in twenty minutes, but didn't feel like waiting that long. Hitting the intercom on his desk, he sent his secretary out for something and dialed Alex's number on his personal cell.
"I've got too much going on today," he said when the young man answered. "If you still would like to have lunch to discuss plans for the gala, come to the office."
"What time?" The bright cheeriness in Alex's voice was in such contrast with Michael's own frustrated mood, that he contemplated hanging up right then, but he needed a distraction, so he resisted.
"Now. I just sent Stacy out to grab a bite for us. I want you here before she gets back."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I have someone with me today. I was just getting ready to bring her ho-"
"Bring her," Michael said, cutting him off. "We need to work on this. We have three weeks to get everything set, and I will have no dawdling." With finality, he slammed his phone shut.
It didn't take long for the door of his office to fly open and the boisterous Alex come strutting in. The blonde whirlwind looked as though he hadn't a care in the world and his eyes danced with mirth as he ushered his lady-friend in. Michael's heart stopped.
