One
Aiden’s p.o.v
RING RING RING.
I leaned over and looked at my phone to see it was my best friend, Lukas calling me. I also noticed it wasn’t even 8am and on a Sunday and like fuck was I gonna answer that shit before 10.
I pressed ignore and put my phone back on the table before turning over and looking at the head of blonde hair splayed out on the pillow next to me. I vaguely remember meeting her at a club last night, even more vague on how we got in my bed and I can’t even remember letting her stay over but she was a warm body and I was still hungover.
I moved over closer and noticed she was wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, soft snores coming from her mouth. I snuggled in closer, feeling her press her ass against my front and immediately let out a groan. She started to rub herself on me and I felt myself harden against her.
“Sweetheart” I whispered into her ear, pressing myself into her eagerly, “if you don’t stop that we’re going to have a repeat of last night”
“Mmmm” I heard her moan, reaching over and she grabbed my hand and placed it over her boob, forcing me to squeeze her through the fabric, “I think I can manage one more time.”
Well Fuck, that’s all I need. I turned my upper body to reach for a condom in my drawer when a text message lit up on my phone.
Lukas- dude where the fuck are u?!
Lukas- mate your dads gonna be pissed the meeting starts in 15 minutes.
Lukas- fuck call me back
SHIT. I threw myself outta bed, immediately disconnecting my body from the girl from last night. I completely forgot today was the merger meeting with the Wilson’s.
“I’m so sorry doll,” I said as sincerely as I possibly could, “work calls. Write down your number and I’ll give you a ring when I can” I smiled at her in my bed. The blanket has fallen off the bed slightly, showing off her gorgeous long and tan legs, my black shirt barely covering her thighs.
“Sure, yeah okay,” she nodded her head. I grabbed my phone and redialled Lukas’s number while trying to pull my nicest khakis on.
“Bro where the fuck are you!” He shouted the moment he answered the phone, “I knew leaving you at that club last night was a fucking mistake. You were eyeing that blonde like she was your last meal and your ass knew we had this meeting at 8.”
“Yeah yeah I know just add it to my list of fuck ups,” I said, walking over to the closet to pull out a short sleeve moss green button up shirt. “I’m pulling on my clothes now and then I’ll drive over there. Just tell dad I got stuck in traffic and I’ll be 15 minutes late,” I looked over and saw the girl sitting on my bed looking too fucking good for me to leave unsatisfied, “make that 30.”
“Dude what the fu-” I hung up before I could hear him lecture me anymore. I looked over to see her staring at me with darkened eyes, trailing down my body slowly. My pants were buttoned but my belt was hanging open and my shirt was still in my hand.
“That seemed like a stressful phone call,” she said seductively, licking her lips and crawling on my bed towards the foot of it where I was standing. “Maybe I could help relieve some stress?” She reached out for my pants and started to unbutton them, “I can be quick.”
Can’t say no to that.
~~~~~*~~~~~
“What the fuck was that?” Lukas whisper shouted the moment I walked into the building. “Your dad is fucking pissed off, your mom is embarrassed at you being late and even Joe is here wondering what’s taking so fucking long.” I stopped and looked over in shock, grandpa was here? It had to be serious.
My grandpa founded Matthew’s inc when he was fresh out of college with his best friend, my other grandpa Eric. It started out a small local business that boomed over the years becoming the multi billion dollar company that it is today. It dabbles in a bit of everything but their main goal is simple. They help out smaller companies and in return they get half their profits for 5 years. We find companies that are struggling, offer financial advice as well as rummaging through their employers and fire the ones that suck and hire people we approve of who will help them thrive. We’ve even bought out a few companies that we knew wouldn’t survive on their own and help expand our company. We own multiple companies but this is our main headquarters.
Lukas handles the financial aspect of the company, his father having done it previously. That dude is insane when it comes to numbers, he also is the youngest employer of the company at 25. I just turned 26 and am supposed to be taking over the company in the fall. My mother wants my father to retire as soon as possible so they can travel the world.
“Sorry man, when you have a half naked girl in your bed practically begging for you you can’t turn it down,” I chuckled out, walking towards the elevators.
“I get that man, but this meeting is important. The Wilson’s have been waiting and you know Carl is an impatient bastard. He brought along his daughter Macaila also,” he groaned out. We got into the elevator and I pressed the button for the top floor.
“Why the fuck is she here?” Macaila Wilson is well known in our world as being a gold digging whore, sleeping with anyone she possibly can to make out with the biggest buck. It was disgusting and she had tried with me twice, Lukas at least 4 times. She was determined I will give her that.
“Not a single fucking clue mate, but she’s here and she was also asking when you were gonna grace us with your presence,” he smirked at me. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, I walked out into the lobby and saw my dad's assistant, Olivia at the desk typing away at the computer. She was really hot, dark brown hair always up in a tight bun, her golden eyes and her pouty lips always in a sultry grin whenever she saw me walk through the door. She’s at least 4 years older than me but that didn't stop me from hitting on her every opportunity that was presented to me.
She never once returned my advances, my father made it perfectly clear none of the employees were allowed to sleep with me but I had always hoped one day I could get her into my bed. She turned around once we got to the desk and smiled at Lukas before looking at me with pure lust.
“Hello Mr. Henderson,” she smiled politely at Lukas before turning to me, “Mr. Matthews’, you're looking good,” she licked her lips and I shot her a wink.
“Olivia, sweetheart, I told you, you can call me Aiden” I replied, leaning over the desk to get close to her face. I saw her face flush and her cheeks reddened to a beautiful blush. Lukas rolled his eyes before he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the meeting room.
“Dude later were already stupid late as is.” I looked over my shoulder and winked at Olivia one last time before walking next to Lukas.
“God she’s so hot,” I groaned out, “Fuck dad for making that stupid ass rule.”
“It’s for the good of the company. If you slept with half the staff and ghosted them afterwards we wouldn’t have employees.” He chuckled before I slapped his shoulder.
“Way to make me sound like a piece of shit, every girl I hook up with knows going into it that I don’t do relationships. One night stands and flings are all I need right now, and if a girl gives off relationship vibes I cut that shit off before it gets too real.” I told him. Sure I’ve had a few girls get pissed, but how is that my fault? I tell them from the beginning I’m not interested in a relationship, that it’s only for one night unless we vibe well then it might be a few nights, 3 months tops. It’s not my fault that girls think they can change me. My longest fling was 6 months but she was something else, it kind of hurt to end that but she was moving 6 hours away and didn’t want a long distance fling. We ended on good terms, fucked the hell out of eachother, and I never talked to her again.
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” he dismissed me. We got to the door of the conference room and I was ready to get this shit over with so I could go back to bed. My hangover was shit, and I just needed my bed and to get out of these work clothes as soon as possible.
Lukas opened the door and we walked in, all previous conversations ended as the 6 people at the table looked over at us.
My father, Jake, was sitting at the head of the table with my mother, Franceseca, who had a scowl on her face. My grandpa sat next to my dad with a smile on his face directed towards me.
Further down the table sat Carl Wilson himself, looking smug as shit sitting with a man I didn’t recognize and then his daughter sat on the other side. She was wearing a tight black skirt, a pink blouse that was way too tight and small for her tits that were spilling out of the top. Her dark auburn hair was flowing down her back in waves and her face was caked on with makeup. She looked up at me with complacent look on her face and I fucking knew I wasn’t going to like anything about this meeting.
