Her eyes closed as she felt the pleasure ripple through her body, veins pumping with passion and voice hoarse from overuse. Her arms gave out as she fell unceremoniously atop the body under her and she took notice of the slick of sweat they both shared and felt a swelling sense of satisfaction of feeling the labored breathing of the girl under her.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one having a good time." She smirked devilishly. A small hand reached and wrapped around her neck, nimble fingers twirling her baby hairs before pulling her down into a searing kiss.
"You're just keeping up your end of the bargain."
Beca let out another unsubtle yawn, leaning her head on her hand as she stared blankly at the crotchety old man running his mouth.
"Ms. Mitchell, are you even paying attention?"
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes, I've been listening to your drone for the past two hours. You've made your point—multiple times, and I'm hungry. So if you could hurry it up and finish this, I'd like to go."
"But this is important! Swanson Productions is one of the most well-known and established studios and they want a partnership. This could make this company millions for each project. It'd be foolish to not take the deal!" He said with a near sordid tone.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bates, but whose company is this?" She hissed, eyes clearly flashing with anger.
The man stared back at her before slowly taking his seat. "Yours."
"And as CEO of this board, I have the power to overrule any and all of your decisions, correct?"
He nodded stiffly, choosing not to look her in the eyes.
"Huh. Thought so." Beca tapped her chin as if pondering. "And what part of 'I don't want a partnership with Swanson Productions' is so difficult to grasp?"
"We just believe that'd it be a wise decision to—"
"Well I believe that it'd be a wise decision to fire my entire board of directors whom feel the need to question every move I make." There was a silent moment. Beca stood up and put her blazer back on. "I only keep you here because my mother thought highly of you but I am not going to let you all take control of this company. Whatever happens, good or bad, I'm the one who faces the public, not you. From this point on, I do not want to hear another word regarding Swanson Productions. Am I clear?"
Beca couldn't help but smile at the tight smiles and curt nods coming from the old men. "Wonderful! Now if you excuse me, it's past two and I am famished."
This person had to be the most barbaric excuse of a man she had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Her best friend/manager gave her a comforting nudge when she noticed Chloe's signature fake smile appear yet again.
"Well, tell you what," The brute began. "If I actually like the music, I'll donate as much as I promised. But I don't see the reason to when I didn't like it. I'm not one for children or sickness, Ms. Beale. All I care about is the music. The rest comes after but seeing as how there's a lack of any good music tonight, there really is no reason for me to stay."
As usual, Chloe simply smiled and gave a short nod before letting out a sigh after the man walked away.
"He's just being an ass, Chlo." Aubrey said, rubbing Chloe's arm comfortingly. "You're used to it by now, right?"
Chloe only let out another irritated sigh, rubbing her temples.
"But I might have to agree with him," The blonde said carefully. "You're lacking your usual spark when you sing."
She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a moment to look at the patrons that were in attendance for the annual pediatric cancer fundraiser her company hosted. She was surrounded by beautiful men and women of power and fortune and she couldn't be more miserable. "It's just, this whole charity thing, added to time in the studio and the rest of my album prep... It's all a bit much for me."
"I can schedule you some time off—"
"No." She shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm probably getting my period or something. Thanks though, Aubrey." Chloe gave a sincere smile.
The blonde returned the smile and threw her arm over Chloe's shoulders. "What are best friends for? Now come on, let's go greet the guests."
"Good evening, Ms. Mitchell." Aubrey greeted with a smile. "My name is Aubrey Posen and this is my client Chloe Beale. We'd like to—"
"Thank you for attending our event." The redhead finished with a twinkling smile. She watched as Beca smirked, standing up tall and proud. Chloe held out her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Mitchell."
The brunette stared Chloe straight in the eyes with a playful twinkle of he own for a second before taking the girl's hand firmly in hers, both breaking into grins at the familiarity of the feeling. "The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Beale. And please, call me Beca. I'm a big fan of your music."
Aubrey jumped in. "Oh? That's wonderful! If you're interested, we're having another event next—"
"Do you always speak for your client?" Beca cut off, with a raised eyebrow.
"Next Wednesday, I'll be hosting a private concert as a preview to my new album releasing in two months time." Chloe said strongly, surprising both Beca and Aubrey. "It'll be held at the Kodak Theater and we are expecting a handful of my fellow colleagues as well as board members of our partnering companies. If anything, you can use this event for your own exposure."
"Chloe!" Aubrey chastised, appalled and slightly embarrassed.
The brunette merely smiled and turned to the blonde. "Ms. Posen, was it? I'd like to speak with Ms. Beale privately."
Aubrey opened her mouth to protest, but Chloe's hand on her shoulder stopped any words from forming. "Wait for me by the entrance, Bree. I'll be there soon."
Giving one final skeptical look on Beca, Aubrey nodded before leaving.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Beca broke into a megawatt grin and sat back down in her seat, gesturing for Chloe to do the same. "Funny running into you here, Red."
"It's not like my name was in big letters on the invitation as the main entertainer or anything." Chloe smirked, taking a seat across from the brunette. She couldn't help but notice how deliciously attractive Beca looked in her business formal wear, her creamy white legs crossed and tall stilettos just screaming for Chloe's attention.
"So, you think I need extra exposure?"
Chloe leaned forward to rest her head on her hands, blue eyes sparkling from the flicking candle centerpiece. "Don't we all?"
"I'll come to your event, but only on one condition."
"And what's that?"
"You spend the night with me afterwards."
The redhead's eyes grew wide at the serious request and she looked down, twirling a strand if her auburn lockes. "I don't think it's wise to see each other more than once a week."
She stared Chloe down, it was unreadable whether Beca was angry or disappointed. "Alright." Beca finally said. "I'll see you Saturday then."
Chloe simply gave the brunette one final smile before excusing herself to go over to Aubrey, not hearing the disappointed sigh coming from Beca as she walked away.