Chapter 4 First Encounter

“You wanted to talk Dennis, so talk,” a deep seductive voice rumbled from behind me, startling me.

That voice was deep, sexy, low and commanding it called to your attention and hold it, promising wicked sinful things you could never imagine.

It was strange and a first for me, I didn't know who that voice belonged to but it didn't stop the shiver that slid down my spine or the clenching of walls long neglected. I blink and scrunch my brows.

The fuck is going on?

“You didn't call me, you said that you would master,” a soft female voice replied. I sip my wine and rolled my eyes at how pathetic she sounded.

God some women could be clueless. Girl you need to take a hint. If a guy doesn't call you, it's because he doesn't want you anymore.

Usually I mind my own business, but they're talking a little loud and I can't but listen in on their conversation.

“You know the rules Dennis, and yet you broke them,” the man said calmly, from his tone you could tell he's controlling his anger.

But God that voice, this is seriously messed up and— alarming. I didn't know the guy didn't even know how he looked but my whole body suddenly perked up, my nipples were instantly tight, sizzles of heat went straight to my core.

I suddenly feel hot, I cross one leg over the other as I try to find my zen. That calming place I always go to so I don't lose my cool.

I inhaled deeply trying to get my acts together, my face going back to the calm I always portray.

Must be the wine, I'm getting buzz. I refused to believe that just a stranger's voice is capable of wreaking havoc with my body.

There's no man in this world who will ever have that power over me. Never again.

“I know, I know Master. But I've missed you so much, have you not missed me? I'm honestly surprised that you didn't call me back. I've left you several messages. I was about to make another reservation with the firm but then I saw you. You came back for me master. That's a sign, don't you see master? It's fate, we belong together.”

“Stop, just fucking stop Dennis. I've had enough,” he muttered lazily.

“No master you don't understand I love you, I can't live without you. And I know you love me too, I also understand you love your work and won't leave it for me. I…I understand, I really do. I'm okay with sharing you, master. But please don't leave me,” the woman said desperately.

“I hate to do this to you Dennis. But you don't love me, it's just sex. You need to move on. I love women and I enjoy making them happy but you're breaking the rules here Dennis.” he sighed frustratingly.

“You weren't supposed to call me or stalk me and you aren't especially allowed to post pictures of me. I've let it go too far, because we've been in business for a while but that's where my patience ends. This insanity needs to fucking stops. Now,” he growled.

His deep voice lowered, shutting her up. If he'd yelled at her his words wouldn't have been this effective.

Instantly the woman started crying silently, I heard the man swore. I turned slightly in my seat anticipating what he would do next.

I take in first the woman, she's a gorgeous blonde, tall, thirty-ish, too thin but busty obviously not natural, she's classy and sophisticated.

Her face looks familiar but I couldn't place where I'd seen her before, not the kind of person I'd hang out with though. I'd probably met her at a gala or some charity auctions.

You could tell that she's rich from her clothes and shoes. Her stilettos alone are a Louis Vuitton Vintage limited edition, I've got one just like it, mine was red.

When my eyes fall on the man who owns that sexy as sin voice. Lust and dislike instantly shot through me so hard my nipples hardened into tight points.

My face on the other hand hardened to a glacier, that has never happened before.

Dislike or attraction yes, though I never acted on it, but never both at the same time.

I could see now why this woman is acting so pathetic, he's simply put, a walking sex god. He exudes sensuality as though it was part of his genetic makeup.

He's gorgeous with a clear-cut shaven face, dark green eyes from where I'm sitting, I could be wrong.

And a ridiculously ripped body that is just too perfect. Probably six feet four inches, he's exactly the type of man I dislike immensely.

From the way he sat down, you could tell he's never had a moment of insecurity, he has confidence in abundance. I know his type and just exactly how heartless they are.

They'll pull you in, make you feel safe and loved, make you believe they love you, care about you then break you apart without any guilty conscience.

I've met men like him, avoided men like him. Men who use women then throw them away like yesterday's trash, men who break women like…my mother.

At this point I couldn't even hear what they were saying and I didn't care. I only saw how this woman was openly sobbing pitifully and pathetically holding onto this man while the bastard tried to leave, they were standing so close to me now.

Pity and disgust is what I feel for this woman, she reminds me of someone. Rage and anger has covered my eyes.

I didn't know what devil possessed me to stand up or what I intended to do when I walked towards them.

But suddenly I found myself two feet away from the huge man. I stumbled, my hand flew upward as I emptied the half full glass of Cabernet Sauvignon I'd barely drank in his gorgeous face.