Chapter 9

• THE GIFT FROM GOD
• I stand in front of the enormous modern-looking building that is in silver and white which was entirely covered with huge glass windows that glimmered against the bright sun. I take a deep breath in before finally taking a few steps closer to the front door which was in gold as I breathe out through my mouth.
• "You know what to say." I pep talked myself. "You can do it."
• From the outside, the whole building absolutely looked extraordinary and as soon as I stepped my foot through the golden front door where two guards in black suits were standing by, I was wowed by the entire interior design which was definitely breathtaking. The lobby had this enormous gold chandelier that had tons of diamond-like embellishments. It was screaming expensive.
• The beautiful chandelier is hanging brightly over the high ceiling as the pillars were thick and remarkably high that are made of expensive white marble. Everything around looked fancy, from the floor to the walls and the ceiling, and even the scent in the lobby smelled high class.
• Lavish. That’s the word that can best describe this place.
• What surprises me the most is that the employees are very well-dressed in their own formal attires while their hair is really styled to the nines.
• I find my way to the front desk, "Hi. Good morning." I greeted.
• She smiles at me, "Hi, good morning. How may I help you?"
• "My name is Florence Winchester. Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli is expecting me at ten o’clock."
• "Oh yes. Right on time. He has been asking for your arrival." She smiled politely and those words makes me feel nervous. "Here is the visitor’s pass which you can also use to access the elevator. Please do fill out this form before you proceed for precautionary measures and you can head to the thirty-fourth floor where his office is."
• I did what I was told and after that, I find myself entering the thirty-fourth floor as I make my exit from the elevator’s doors. Even the scent in the elevator smells rich. Not until I reached the floor where his office is found that I could instantly tell that he had customized the entire floor since it looked much different from the lobby. It had many paintings on the walls, expensive-looking vases, and jars and the smell on the thirty-fourth floor was remarkably fragrant and totally far different in comparison to the lobby and the elevator.
• "Hi." I greeted the woman on the desk nervously. She looks as bright as the sun as she smiles at me politely, "Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli is expecting me."
• The woman responds, "You must be Miss Winchester?"
• I answered with a nod, "Yes."
• "Wonderful, I would want you to sit over there while waiting for him. He is currently on a phone conference as of the moment."
• "Oh okay. Thank you so much!" I smiled happily.
• "We will inform you as soon as he calls for you." She gestures nicely to the small room filled with chairs where I should sit. "Would you want something to drink? Eat?"
• I smiled again politely, "Thank you so much but I am full."
• She answered back with a smile before she gets busy with a phone call as the woman next to her was also busy taking a phone call. I guess you are expected to wear something formal when you are working in such a big company as TIZELLI. I mean just by looking at that woman’s shoes which seem like a very expensive snakeskin pave the way. Even the way these employees dress and look is all fancy schmancy.
• I sit on this chair in this small room which is covered with an all-glass window trying to contemplate what words I should use as soon as I speak to him. I just can not formulate words when I am in front of him, he makes me nervous so much.
• Trying to pass some time while I am waiting to be called, I grabbed the remote control out of my small bag and tried to think if I should do this here or not. It would be fun and thrilling to be doing it in a place I have never tried before. I look around the floor and it seems that everyone around did not really care so I wanted to check if this panty vibrator really has no sound at all.
• I pressed on then pressed level one and as soon as I did, the vibration gives me a sudden rush of slow motion. I subtly close my eyes trying to listen to the vibrating sound and as the packaging had said, it didn’t have any sound at all. I feel the continuous movement of the vibrator in my underwear causing me to start getting drunk in my own glass of lust. I clench my hand on the remote as I squirm inwardly trying to hold in my moan.
• So good.
• So good.
• So good.
• Absolutely fucking good.
• I clench my fists which are turning white from clenching it too hard.
• So good.
• So good.
• So good.
• "Miss Winchester?"
• Out of panic and fright, I widened my eyes open as soon as I heard a voice calling out my name while the continuous vibration keeps making me confused about what to focus on. I look over to the door and find, of course, Kieran Tiziano-Vetrelli himself standing by the doorway and looking at me. Why in hell is he freaking here in this room?
• Jesus!
• He blinks at me as he takes a pause, "Good morning."
• Like a breath of fresh air, he looks charming even in the morning.
• But the sensation I am feeling underneath my underwear is causing me to run out of words as I am admiring his handsome face.
• Please, Kieran. Those words I muttered while masturbating last night fill my head.
• I instantly pressed off the remote control and the feeling of vibration begins to subside as I begin to pant while catching my breath.
• "Good morning Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli." I greeted politely, breathing out heavily as I try to calm myself.
• "Are you alright?" He questioned curiously with worried eyes.
• "Y-Yeah. Yeah, of course," I responded breathily as I push my hair behind my ear.
• Shit. I cursed in the back of my head.
• He begins to walk closer as I continue to feel much more nervous than I have ever been since earlier, "Are you sweating?" He asked with curious eyes as he kept staring at me intently and I feel more and more awkward. "You look like you are out of breath Miss Winchester. Are you fine?"
• I brush the back of my hand across my forehead, only to realize that I was indeed sweating while I am still trying to overcome what just happened to me. As he gets closer and closer to where I am sitting down, I grew a hundred percent nervous that he had to find out what I was doing in here and moreover catching me out of breath and sweating, which already makes my stomach churn so bad.
• "No, I... I am not sweating," I answer breathlessly, trying to calm my breathing. "I am… I am just nervous that is all, I guess that is why I am sweating." Realizing that I was making absolutely no sense and how he might be thinking that I am looking stupid again in front of him.
• Jesus Christ Florence, you are making yourself look stupid in front of this ridiculously handsome man. What the hell is going on with you, Florence?
• His brows creasing in the middle of his forehead, "You are aware that you are not making any sense Miss Winchester."
• I laugh nervously and realized that I am just being so stupid again in front of him. I wish I could at least once have something more intelligent things to say.
• "Are you sure you are alright, Miss Winchester?" He asked inquisitively with his eyes darting right on my face, making me feel more awkward.
• The moment he stood close to me, my entire breathing just went absolute shut down. I nervously slid the remote control into my small bag that was next to me while focusing my eyes on him as I try to calm myself down. My rushing movements caused out of panic and kind of made him look at me with doubt in his eyes. "I am really fine sir," I assured him, as soon as I felt my breathing back to normal. "I never felt any better," I stated clearly.
• His bluish-gray eyes, firm, and piercing, were glued at me for a second before he looks away and turns his back on me, "Very well. Please follow me."
• "Y-Yes... Yes, sir." I begin to follow him as I gathered my thoughts and tried to march forward trying to get rid of my voice screaming for his name from last night.
• Why in the world was I even calling out for his name in the first place?
• As we walk past the two women who were at the desk, my eyes could not look away from anyone but Kieran who was walking ahead of me while he was giving instructions to that woman who had entertained me earlier. I couldn’t hear what he was telling her because his manly scented perfume is infiltrating my nostrils that were directing right towards my brain which tells me to focus my attention on him.
• Please, Kieran.
• Why in hell am I hearing my voice again?
• Please, Kieran.
• Shut up.
• Please, Kieran.
• No, I can not be hearing my own voice and recalling how I was calling out his name while I was masturbating.
• Please, Kieran.
• Shut up!
• Kieran finally leads me to a door that was high enough to make me look up to its entire height and as soon as he opens it, he welcomes me to his own office which was absolutely spacious and very well organized from every nooks and cranny. My eyes are busy looking around the entire world that he has inside his own company where he does his own business planning, analyzing and so much more.
• In the back of my head, I wonder if he had ever fucked anyone in this room or had masturbated when he wanted to.
• Jesus Christ Florence, why do you keep on thinking about that?
• The room itself was in hues of neutral colors, which makes it much neater and really well organized, aside from the incredible scent and cold air-condition that was slightly pricking my skin. Maybe he was right, he was just terribly right. I was sweating profusely and I can still feel myself sweating.
• His office has such an incredibly spacious room where he had the white marbled floor, he has his own sitting area in the middle, a series of bookshelves in the right side which was filled with books, an entire massive glass window from left to right of the entire room and a white marbled desk which had distinctive carvings on its feet with his black business chair which screams ‘his throne’.
• Wow. I thought as I mentally liked his own office.
• This was an honor.
• My eyes landed on the white block of marble with his name in cursive and in colored gold as soon as he calls out my name kindly, "Miss Winchester?"
• Stop spacing out, Jesus Christ Florence. Stop spacing out and looking like a dumb woman.
• "Yes." I answered right away.
• "I was asking if you have decided on my offer over the past weekend."
• "Oh." I shyly state, without realizing that I have been in complete awe of his office as my thoughts are battling between getting serious about this meeting and at the same time getting infiltrated with sexual thoughts that are coming out of nowhere.
• "Miss Winchester?" He calls out for my attention again. "Have you decided about the offer?"
• "Yes." I clear my throat as soon as I finally found the courage to answer him more sensibly, "I have finally come up with a choice for it, Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli."
• "Wonderful. Please have a seat first." He gestures to the black sofa which is facing directly towards his throne where he is standing right in front of his desk.
• I obeyed what he told me as I watch him leaning his back against his desk while our eyes are glued on each other, "May I know what’s your final verdict?" He questions.
• "Mr. Tiziano-Vetrelli, the offer is such a great opportunity for me to earn and save money."
• There was a few seconds of silence before he finally chimes. "But?"