Chapter 4 Wounded Hearts

• ❣️ BEN'S POV❣️
• Working with Mitchell is fun. She's kind, beautiful and a sweetheart.
• When I had nothing after graduating from college and searched everywhere for a job that I couldn't get till today, she helped me get a job at a company that pays really well.
• Now, Benson Johnny can pay his house rent, ride a good car and look good. And it's all thanks to her, she did all that without asking for anything in return.
• I started falling in love with her and I have done everything to get her attention, but she still looks at me the same way she would look at her brother.
• I was so surprised when I found out she's in a relationship with Terry. Well, what did I expect, he's handsome and wealthy, that's what matters to women.
• When I heard about the birthday party from my colleague, Tony, I didn't want to come because I loathe seeing her and Terry together.
• I despised it when everyone else got involved to give them a chance to reflect so that Terry will propose to her and we will turn the birthday party into an engagement party.
• Only God knows how happy I am that it didn't happen which means that I still have a chance with her, all I have to do is make her fall in love with me.
• But how to do that? If she's unhappy to go into marriage with this guy she's so fond of, how much more me?
• "See guys, the party ends for me... So let's call it a day. Good night" I said, getting tired of their hisses, sighs and murmurs.
• "I think so too. They are obviously not ready for marriage and there's nothing we can do about it, so I am going home" Tony added.
• "At least there's someone whose senses are still intact" I glared at them and walked away.
• "What the heck is wrong with Ben? That's unlike him, isn't he supposed to be Mitch's friend looking out for her?" I heard Joyce say.
• Tony fell into step beside me and we entered the same taxi. He stole glances at me as if I threw a bomb back there and about escaping before it blasts.
• Well, maybe I did 'cause my actions were uncalled for.
• "What's that look about, dude?" I fumed.
• "Ah! Was I looking at you? Sorry, it's a slip of eye..." He cleared his throat and looked out the window. "Some people have problems in their life," he added thoughtfully.
• "That's your cup of tea" I muttered.
• When the taxi pulled up in front of my gate, I came down, paid the driver and wandered off hissing all the way.
• There's no way I am going to sit down, fold my hands and watch that priceless jewel slip off of my hand, no way!
• I went straight into my bar and fed myself with alcohol.
• "What haven't I done for her to look at me half the same way she looks at Terry?" I soliloquized.
• Whenever I spotted her coming to the company or I saw her just anywhere, I would carry her bag and follow her around, sometimes I just follow her to the supermarket and carry her shopping basket.
• I was there before Terry, but she has never invited me to her house. She just helped me selflessly and I really appreciate her for bringing me out of poverty, but that's not enough.
• I want her for myself, I need her in my life and I shall do anything within my power to make her feel the need for someone like me and not just some fine rich boy that I am certain will play her someday.
• Does it even make sense? She doesn't look like she cares if Terry says it's over, the dude is drooling all over her and though I can see through her body language that she's feeling something real for the guy.
• She's one stubborn lady that won't be flinched by heartbreak, she seems to be expecting it and always waiting with welcoming arms.
• That also tells her tale of not giving just anyone her time or chance for strings attachment that's leading nowhere.
• She maintains a straightened relationship with everyone. It still surprises me that she and Terry have been on this one for a year and so now, from what I heard, this is the longest relationship she has been into.
• Well, maybe I will help them end it. "Sweet Mitchell, my goddess, my African Queen, if loving you is a crime, then I want to be wanted, caught and imprisoned for life" I sang as her smile played tricks on my mind.
• Everything looked and smelt like her.
• The alcohol is taking its tour on me... Very good.
• ❣️ UNKNOWN POV❣️
• "Boss, these are the pictures you asked for,"
• I took the envelope my spy held out to me and poured the contents on the table before me. I glanced at the pictures of my enemy cruising town with his girl.
• "What a beautiful smile" I smirked and took a scissors to cut off the image of the guy from his beautiful woman.
• "The headline shall be bloody if you give me a chance to handle this my own way, boss. I was able to get information that he's not their son by biological sciences" Uber said in his usual pidgin English.
• I looked up at him and nodded, "Good one! That's the kind of information that I need to hear, work on getting evidence and people who are willing to work for me and spy him under his nose"
• "Okay, sir. I will do just that"
• "I give you twenty four hours to do that. Now leave!"
• Ubermensch bowed slightly and left. I poured red wine on the pictures imagining the blood that will soon be wasted if they don't comply.
• "Then who is he if he isn't their son?" I grinned wickedly. This is good, I will surely win this fight if I set my mind to it.
• I took my phone and called Emily, she's one of my girls at the slut foundation that I raised a year ago and my favorite because she knows how to do it well and is always at my beck and call.
• She's my sëx doll and has no choice than to do her job. I paid her a really huge sum of money and gave her better accommodation than the other ladies, so she does her job well.
• She picked up at the first ring and I ordered her to come to my house immediately. She tapped at the door a minute later and I opened the door.
• "Hello, horny boss?" She said walking around me and stripping herself at the same time.
• She knows when I am in the mood and does exactly what is on my mind. I am pissed off at that moment and it's always my best time to fūck.
• Emily flung her clothes and undies and it fell in different directions as she pulled down my trousers and caressed my dïck.
• I shut my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful sensation when she knelt down and took my dîck into her mouth.
• Her skills increased by day, however she trains, I think she's doing that to please me.
• She sücked and I thrusted deeper into her mouth until I cum inside her mouth. She licked my sperm and smiled up at me.
• "That's the beginning," she mumbled.
• "Show me what you've got, naughty girl" I said and grabbed her by the hair, she stood up and trailed kisses all over my face as she unbuttoned my t-shirt.
• When I was free from my clothes, she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and slowly took my dïck into her horny pot.
• I grabbed her åss and threw my head back as I gave her what she deserves, I thrusted with all my might and our moans shook the whole building.
• "Aaaaaaahhhh... Ooooooh... Uuuuuuh... Fück! Shit!! Come on!!!" Her scream echoed in my ears as I disentangled myself from her and poured my sperm away.
• I moved backwards and fell on my bed with her still clinging to me. "Amazing!" I praised her when she looked at my face.
• "Yeah... That was one hell of a ride, boss. My head is banging" She said huskily and pinched my nipple.
• "Get lost!" I said moodily.
• She stood up knowingly, her service wasn't required anymore and my mood just swung. She dressed up and left.
• I stood up and went into the bathroom for a quick shower, then got into work on tracking down my enemy.
• I let him be for almost one year now and I think it's high time I showed him the stuff I'm made of.