Jesep's party was beyond successful. Nearly everyone in the building showed up and then some. He knew as he looked at his nearly filled first floor that some guests must have sneaked in. No matter, he didn't care as long as she showed up. While he waited, he made his way around the rooms, and had conversations with the other guests. Whenever he could, he would casually bring up Harold and Genoa, on the eleventh floor.
The others in the building had noticed them, noticed Genoa's odd behavior to be exact. Some thought she was autistic, others mental. One older woman, said Harold had told her Genoa had been in an accident as a child, and was never the same after. It was the biggest break he had so far. An accident would explain her odd behavior. Jesep had Grady looking at accident reports involving children in the last twenty years. He tried to get a last name but no one had ever gotten one.
He asked about Harold's career but apparently he'd given out different answers over the years. He was an heir to a fortune, in marketing, money management, and an accountant. Jesep took it all down. At this point a lead was a lead. Every time the door opened and someone new came in, he looked up, hoping to see those breathtaking green eyes of hers. He'd spent a few days looking at green contacts and as far as he could see, there were none like her eyes on the market, neither were there wigs that match her particular shade. He was beginning to think it was all real. He'd have to check next time he saw her, if there was a next time at this point.
As the night dragged on he began to realize she wasn't coming. He undid the collar of his tuxedo, grabbed a glass of champagne and wandered out on to his balcony. Security was tight, keeping everyone to select rooms, on the first floor. No one was allowed on the balcony. He wanted to minimize the damage as much as possible. The last thing he needed was some idiot jumping into his pool. Once he got what he needed, he planned on throwing everyone out, but it would seem he wasn't going to get anything solid from tonight's efforts. In the end rumors were just rumors until they could be proven otherwise.
He looked out at his pool, the soft gentle pool lights almost seemed to make the water glow. He thought of Genoa yet again, she...she almost had a glow to her that first day he'd seen her. She was like a ray of sunshine spinning about. He swirled his champagne and moved to the edge of his balcony. He leaned on his railing and looked out at the city lights. He was beginning to think he might need to see someone about this.
It wasn't normal...healthy to be so infatuated after only one real meeting, he kept telling himself it was just the unknown. He was a man of information...of facts. While he didn't like others knowing him or his business, he didn't like the idea that anyone could elude him. Yes, that made sense, right...right...right. He closed his eyes... who was he kidding none of this made sense. He DID NOT act like this! He DID NOT go out of his way like this, he DID NOT second guess himself and most of all he DID NOT sulk, when things didn't go the way he wanted. This whole situation was beyond ridiculous. If he wasn't so depressed he might have laughed. He threw his head back and let out a long groan instead.
"You look disappointed." said a sultry voice.
Jesep turned around, to see a voluptuous woman, scantily clad in a nearly sheer back dress. It complemented every curve of her body. Her hair was put up in exotic buns and she walked with a grace, most would have admired. Yes...to anyone else, she was quite the beauty but to Jesep she was a pain in his ass, a fucking leech of a woman.
Her name was Esma Eldro. Over the years they'd had quite a few run in as she was an investigative reporter. She was always poking her nose into other people's business. At one point she tried to sink her claws into him, but he wasn't having it. He bested her time and time again, until one day she 'seemingly' snapped. Out of the blue, she suddenly no longer wished to investigate him. Instead she sought to work for him. He wasn't buying it for a second, thinking it was just another one of her 'angles.'
He made it perfectly clear she was the last person he'd ever hire. Yet every chance this crazy bitch got, she tried to offer up her resume and herself. She had no shame. She'd 'run' into him at parties and try to point out how valuable she could be to him. She claimed she could read people and gather information on anyone for him. Even if she was telling the truth. He had no interest in what she could do for him, he and Grady were already efficient. He also doubted she really wanted another fucking job. No what probably happened was she'd poked around enough to find out he was one of the richest men on the planet and was after his money, if not power. There were some women who were attracted to power like moths to a flame.
He groaned again and finally responding to her, "Clearly," he took another a sip of his champagne and continued. "You're here, that's always a disappointment."
She clicked her tongue at him. "Always so cruel, Jesep" She pushed her lips out, pouting before smiling and adding, "I love it! Have you considered my latest offer?"
He chuckled, "You're persistent, Esma, I'll give you that, but even if you offered to work for free, my response would be the same."
She sighed, "Most men would be falling over themselves to have a woman like me at their side."
"You and I both know I'm not most men," said Jesep. He gave her a charming smile and she snaked up to him.
"Clearly, otherwise I wouldn't be wasting my time" said Esma.
"With me, that's all you'll ever do," he said bluntly.
"Oooo," she pouted. She walked around behind him and then seductively whispered in his ear "Maybe I should dye my hair orange. Maybe then I'd have your attention."
Jesep gave her a harsh look that made her take a step back. She knew she had upset him by merely knowing his business. He wondered how the word had gotten out. Obviously he had a leak. He clutched his champagne glass and the glass began to crack ever so slightly.
Esma quickly made her move while she still had his attention, "Like I said, I'm valuable. You want to know about your little orange haired princess-"
"As if you-" Jesep winced. He'd let his feelings take control of him. This was unacceptable. It was one thing to internally obsess and another to outwardly express it. He steeled himself and turned from her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
He went to go back inside and she quickly spat, "Fine, I'll guess I'll just keep this to myself then."
Jesep turned as she flicked a card into her hand. It looked like a business card, "And just what is this?"
"A taste of what I can do for you." said Esma. She began to fan herself with the card.
"Hmp." said Jesep. He thought for a moment and then walked back to her. He moved to take the card from her but she stepped back.
"Ah ah, I want a contract."
"Fine." he said. He pulled his phone out of his jacket, "You can work for me for one day,"
"One day," she hissed offended, "Please...one year, at least!"
"One hour," he said.
"One month," she said drawing closer.
"One minute," he said.
"You want her or not?" said Esma. He could feel her breath on his face.
"Who said I wanted her?"said Jesep, not pulling away.
"Oh please, I know men like you." said Esma, tilting her head, "You spend all your time consumed with work until that perfect little peach comes along and then you've got to have a bite. I'll admit, I was hoping it would be me. But I'll settle for what I can get."
"And what's that?" said Jesep.
"A place in your empire...a seat at the table." said Esma.
"And what makes you think I'm building an empire." said Jesep.
"I've seen the jobs you take and the connections you make. You claim to be a brain for hire when really you're using every last one of them to further you own ends."
"You've quite the imagination, Esma," said Jesep, studying her a bit closer.
"I told you I can read people and it just so happens I like what I've read about you."
This had to be the longest conversation they'd had in a long while. Up until this point she'd been nothing more than an annoyance but now it would seem she'd finally gotten her act together. "Fine… one week. One week for that card of yours," If she truly could read him, then she should know he wasn't going to give her a better offer then this. "But you'd better not be fucking with me, Esma. If you are, it's going to be the longest week of your life."
She swallowed and he could see the hint of desperation in her eyes. He could read people too, clearly she wasn't messing about. "Alright," she said letting out a haughty sigh, "In one week I'm certain I'll prove my worth to you."
"Hmp," said Jesep. He pushed a button on his phone getting Grady. "Draw up a one week contract. Yes for one Esma Eldro."
Esma smiled and knew enough to shut up. For ten minutes, they stood in absolute silence. When Grady stepped onto the balcony, he had a contract ready. Esma signed her name and then Jesep signed off on it. She handed Jesep the card and walked off. He looked at it, seeing there was no name just an address neatly printed on it. He quickly looked it up on his phone and then turned to Grady, "Get these fucking people out then get me my car!"
"Yes sir," said Grady.
In less than fifteen minutes everyone was out of his condo and the staff was already cleaning up. Jesep took his private elevator down as work on it had been completed. He made his way to his private garage, another perk of owning the penthouse, where his car was already ready and waiting. He got in and drove to the location within minutes.
He found it was a pop up art gallery and closed much to his annoyance. He still got out of his car and walked up to the glass windows. Everything inside was dark but he was hoping for something anything he could used to- Suddenly the lights in the gallery turned on. He stepped back and looked inside to see Esma.
She'd changed into a skirt suit and a pair of glasses as if that would make her look more professional. Next to her was another woman with long curly red hair, she looked about rather nervously. Jesep rubbed his jaw. He really didn't like being fucked around with. He'd warned her. Just what was she up to?
He walked up to the door and waited for Esma to instruct the woman she was with to unlock the door. The woman seemed flustered as she quickly rushed up to the door and unlocked it. She opened it for him and he strode into the room. "Hello, Mr. Zie...Zian, it's an honor to meet you."
Jesep ignored her storming up to Esma, "What is this bullshit!"
"A taste," said Esma. She turned on her heels, "Follow me,"
She started to move but he made no intention of following her. After a few feet, she realized and turned around, "Fine, look around on your own then."
He sighed. Jesep wasn't one for 'art'. He'd been to galleries before for dates, business events, and to keep up appearances. He must have seen hundreds of painting and sculptures. It was all trash to him. Give him a clean wall any day. Impatiently, he looked around the room glancing at the paintings, they were all large and... different. They had an almost chaotic feel to them, with paint splattered and smeared about... what they depicted was something else...something oddly familiar.
He stepped up to one painting and saw a world on fire, a dark figure appearing from the smoke. He moved onto the next, seeing twisted figures bound in agony and...ecstasy. Yes ecstasy. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He moved on seeing the dark figure once more, no...the shadow, covered in blood. The painting had the feel of violence...rage. He moved onto a large vibrant blue rose, splattered with blood. He saw more paintings of tortured lovers, twisted around one another. His heart was beating fast as he moved from one painting to the next, like reading a good book. He wanted to see what was next.
He saw a dark tower with the silhouette of the dark figure inside, there were twisted mazes and a woman screaming in agony yet her eyes were full of more ecstasy. He saw her in various other painting bound, twisted, tied and chained. She reached out almost seeming to dance amongst the chaos. In some paitnings she curled up tight. One of his favorites was the dark figure grasped hold of her by the neck and taking her from behind. Jesep found he was breathing hard...his adrenaline peaked. He did not like art! He did not like art but this...THIS. He found he could not take his eyes off them.
"The artist goes by the name Apature." said Esma, stepping up next to him. "No one knows who Apature really is. Well, almost no one."
He gave her a sideways glance and whispered, "Genoa."
"Yes. I was able to trace her to them. Apparently she was in an accident as a child that left her mentally scarred. She claims the paintings are of her nightmares, her brother Harold sells them though a manager named Micky Marcada."
Parts of it matched up with what he already knew...the rumors of her accident. Jesep looked to Esma he didn't know how she'd found out Genoa's information but she had. He wanted to know everything before he could open his mouth, she touched his arm and said, "I've already sent Grady all the information. He's no doubt got a team vetting it, I'm sure in a few hours you'll have a detailed report."
He looked back to the paintings, his eyes lighting up. In a matter of hours he'd know everything there was to know "What is her last name?"
"Weller. He full name is Genoa Nova Weller. She is twenty-two."
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The red haired woman who ran the gallery, quickly asked, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes...he's just admiring the art." said Esma with a wicked grin, "We'll let you know when we need something."
"Oh, okay." said the woman stepping away.
Jesep opened his eyes and Esma turned to him, "Her name is Mrs. Tenally she works at this gallery. Normally they don't let anyone see paintings after hours but I made it clear you aren't just anyone. I told her you were quite invested. She'll expect you to buy something, of course."
"Yes, I suppose so," said Jesep. "Get her,"
Esma nodded and motioned for Mrs. Tenally to come back over. "Was there any one piece in particular you were interested in?"
"I want them all," said Jesep without hesitation.
"Excuse me?" said Mrs. Tenally.
"He said ALL," snapped Esma before sweetly smiling to Jesep, "I'll make the arrangements with Grady,"
"Yes," said Jesep examining the paintings once more. There was one he'd missed in his scramble. It was a picture of the dark figure up close, his eyes were a shade he knew all too well. He stepped up to it, examining it closely. He could see her fingerprints in the paint. Who knew someone like her...did this? He wouldn't have guessed something so twisted could come from someone that seemed so...addled.
"Well, I don't know if that's possible." said Mrs. Tenally nervously.
"He's buying them all!" said Esma, raising her voice, "Do what you need to but make it happen!"
He looked away from the painting realizing there was a commotion. "What are you doing now?" asked Jesep, walking up to Esma. He'd lost himself for a moment but had come back to his senses, hearing Esma arguing.
"I informed Mrs. Tenally that you want to meet the artist and commission a private piece."
"Yes!" said Jesep. His eyes lighting up. He looked at Esma with surprise. She was turning out to have some use after all.
"Yes but, well, I'm sorry, Mr. Zian, I don't know if that is something that will be possible."
"Well, find out. Make it clear he is willing to be generous." said Esma.
"Yes," said the woman. "I'll get on the phone and see what I can do."
"Do that." said Esma.
The woman looked shaken but quickly walked away. She'd probably never had anyone buy out an entire gallery. He had no idea how much it would all cost but money wasn't a problem for him. The woman got on the phone calling around for nearly an hour. At one point, Grady showed up at the gallery, wanting to confirm such a large payment in person. He must have thought Jesep had lost his mind and yet when he moved about the gallery, he seemed in awe himself. He stopped in front of an orange figure that stood next to the dark figure in one of the paintings.
He moved to another one that showed three figures standing on a hill. He took notice of various pieces and then returned. Jesep looked at him but he said nothing seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Mrs. Tenally eventually approached and said, "I got in touch with the manager he...he says he will see about making the arrangements."
"The sooner the better," said Esma.
The woman nodded, "We don't have anyone right now but I'll have these wrapped up and sent to you first thing in the morning,"
"Home or office." said Grady.
"Home." said Jesep.
He nodded and began making the arrangements. Jesep left the gallery feeling restless, he felt more invigorated, more alive than ever, every hair on his body stood up as he thought of the images and found himself oddly aroused. He got into his car and turned on his headlights. Yet again there was Esma. She leaned over the hood of his car, nearly exposing her breasts. He looked at her and she smiled back at him wickedly. He titled his head and she quickly got in the passenger seat.
He drove home fast, weaving in and out of lanes. His private elevator was ready and waiting for them when they got to his building. As soon as the doors shut he was on Esma. He slammed her into the wall and pinned her arms above her head. They kissed passionately before he pulled back and hissed "You want to work for me bitch. You want a seat at my fucking table!"
"More than anything, master," she moaned. "I want to serve you and only you."
She looked up at him with such hunger but all he could think of was Genoa. Her big beautiful eyes that orange hair of her, the suspicious dirty looks she gave him. Soon she…he- He flared his nostrils thinking of her paintings... her nightmares...a whole side of her that had been hidden now exposed to him. He'd smiled thinking he'd make each and every nightmare come true! His eyes glazed over. He wasn't thinking clearly...no...he was thinking more clear than ever before. Soon enough, he'd have her twisting beneath him once more. Once more…..Once more... What was this? His thoughts felt strange and scattered as if there were...another within the dark reaches of his mind.
Esma struggled beneath his grasp practically throwing herself at him. He glared down at her pulling from his thoughts. He watching her squirm and smiled, he ripped open her suit jacket and her breasts practically popped out. He gave them each a mighty squeeze and she moaned like a fucking bitch in heat. Her legs quivered opening and closing. He put one of his knees between her legs keeping them open and then took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple as he squeezed it.
When he pulled away, he bit down with his teeth leaving a mark. She let out a hot breath of air and he watch her practically melt before him. He smiled and moved his hand down to the bottom of her skirt and then up her legs, she wasn't wearing any underwear and was practically soaking wet. He sunk his fingers in with ease and fingered her roughly. She winced at the sudden roughness but didn't resist letting him do as he pleased. It would seem she had been trained well.
When the elevator doors opened, he moved his hand from between her legs then shoved the fingers that had been in her pussy, into her mouth. She licked and lapped up her own juices sucking his fingers clean. He snickered, "You want to serve me!"
"Yes," she said almost breathlessly. Her body radiated heat.
He moved a hand around her waist and pulling her back with him. Once they were in his condo, he threw her to the ground. She fell on her hands and knees and then turned around to face him. He removed his belt and cracked it before dropping it to the ground. He unbuttoned his pants and let them and his briefs fall. His member sprung up and he proudly gestured to it. "THEN SUCK MY DICK BITCH!"
She moved almost gliding up to him, within second her lips were wrapped hard around his cock. He'd seen those lips, knew they'd probably suck a cock of two before but he hadn't expected much. Yet from the moment she touched his tip to the way she practically slid him down her throat, he knew she was going to surprise him, yet again.
She moved with such vigor, her lips sucking and dragging up and down his cock. She pulled at him urging his seed to erupt as if her life depended on it. He let his head fall back. After so many hand jobs he realized it had been a while since he'd had a good blowjob. After a few minutes he could barely stand. She wrapped her hands around his buttocks and pulled him into her more and more. He could feel her throat squeezing against him as she tried to swallow. The bitch barely came up for air and it almost brought a tear to his eyes. To believe this nosy fucking leech of a woman had such skills. If only she had come to him with this first, she would have been on his payroll years ago.
He grunted and she kept going moving him in and out or her throat. She moved him to her cheeks twisting her tongue around him. Several times she looked up at him and he swore, he could see the smile in her eyes, the sheer pleasure at knowing she would soon have his seed inside her. He ran his fingers through her hair before grabbing the back of her head. He pinned her face to him giving her what she so desperately wanted.
He dropping a big thick load down her greedy throat and she swallowed every last drop. Once he was finished jutting into her she even sucked his tip clean. When she was done licking, she began to undress and he chuckled. She may have wanted it but he wasn't giving any more gifts to her, not tonight. "That will be all for tonight Miss Eldro. You can get the fuck out now!"
She looked back at him disappointed, if not hurt, he could see she wanted to stay and had fully expected him to let her. Apparently she couldn't read everything. "Get me in a room with her alone." he said, pulling up his pants. "Then I'll let you have more than a taste."
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