Chapter II: I Need a Change
Again. Not a-fucking-gain. Grimmjow ran a hand through his his mane of stylishly unkempt sky blue hair. It just didn't make sense; he was a grown ass man. So how did he find himself knee-deep in immature bullshit every eleven minutes of his life? He stared at his phone disbelievingly. He understood that the person he was dating was a few years younger than him, he prefered it that way, but there was a limit to the nonsense that he could withstand as a grown ass man.
Grimmjow was the chief executive officer of Jaegerjaquez Inc, a global logistics firm started by his father. He was intelligent, hard working, and he knew how to get the job done. There were many who thought he'd been given a free ride to the top of his father's company, but they were wrong. Gerard Jaegerjaquez did not give free rides to anyone, and certainly not his son. No, Grimmjow had started from the very bottom of the firm, in the mailroom, and had fought his way to the top, just like anyone else. His father's retirement four years ago had brought him to his current position. No ass-kissing, brown-nosing, or any of the other basic bullshit that lesser men dabbled in did anything to advance his career. Yes, he was very successful in every aspect except his "love" life.
Tier Harribel: I think we should give it a rest.
What the serious fuck?
He sincerely felt like raging, spitting obscenities, flipping some tables and killing some hookers on GTA V, but alas, this had to happen while he was in a boring ass board meeting for his well-paying, yet extraordinarily boring job. The CEO resisted the urge to sigh as he typed his quick response of "whatever" and turned his phone off. The fucking nerve of that bitch to end a two year relationship via text message. What were they, fucking sixteen-year-olds? He tried with earnest to listen to the boring dribble that was coming from his partner, Ulquiorra Cifer's, mouth but of course he failed. He was brought out of his wandering thoughts when his CFO, Nnoitra Gilga, nudged him roughly. He glared at him, and then at the person who'd been speaking.
"That's fine. Dismissed."
He promptly stood from his chair, stalking out of the room. Nnoitra followed closely behind him, sensing the tension and anger rolling from his friend and boss. Once they reached Grimmjow's office, the blue-haired man walked to the far side of the room, staring daggers out of the floor to ceiling window.
"You wanna tell me what the fuck just happened?" Nnoitra asked casually. Grimmjow continued to glare out the window.
"I just got a text message from T."
"And? You storm out of the room after an important, though boring, speech about our new fiscal year because of a text?"
"She fucking broke it off," Grimmjow growled, finally turning towards his dumb ass friend. Nnoitra rubbed the back of his neck. He understood how easily Grimmjow's temper was set off, though he found it hard to believe the woman Grimmjow had been with for the past two years would do something so petulant.
Grimmjow and Tier had met at a mixer that was thrown by his sister, in order for important figures from her company and Grimmjow's to interact. Of course Grimmjow hadn't wanted to go anyways, but once his eyes locked with Tier's from across the room, he figured it was totally worth. She was truly the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, and the past two years had been the best of his life. Needless to say he was confused as to why she decided to send him a random text message terminating their relationship. He deduced that it was better not to dwell on it. No use getting all lost in his feelings over some stupid shit. He had better things to do.
But no matter how much he wrote it off as nonsense, he couldn't help but sense a sort of pattern in his relationships. All the people he'd ever dated were very beautiful, yet very shallow people who either only wanted his money or were completely unstimulating outside of the bedroom. He'd dated doctors, lawyers, authors, even a handful of supermodels like Tier, and it'd all been the same. He would never understand how he couldn't seem to find one person who wasn't completely vapid. Was that too much to ask? To meet someone who wasn't as transparent as saran wrap?
"Damn, that's fucked up. Well, what are you gonna do?" Nnoitra asked. Grimmjow shrugged, slumping down in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. He needed a cigarette.
"Shit if I know. I'm sick of the same tired bull fuckery, man." Nnoitra nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in front of Grimmjow's desk. "I mean, I get that I prefer to date people younger than me, but why can't I find someone who's at least, you know, interesting? Someone who's not completely one-dimensional. I just need something different, Nnoi."
Grimmjow watched as Nnoitra circled his desk and came to a stop in front of his computer.
"The fuck are you doing?" he asked as the onyx haired male began to type quickly. Nnoitra chuckled.
"I'm helping. Am I not allowed to help?" he replied, cheekily. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and rested his head on his fist. "Alright, have a look, Grimm."
Grimmjow retained his relaxed position and gazed nonchalantly at the computer's screen. His nonchalant expression was immediately changed to one of absolute confusion.
"What the. . ."
"Now, now, Grimm. Before you shoot this down, you remember Shinji right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"This is where I met him." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
The website was obviously a porn site, what with all the good looking men in inappropriate poses, in varying states of undress. Grimmjow was not amused in the slightest.
"You met him on a porn site called ineedasugardaddydotcom?" he asked. It was Nnoitra's turn to roll his eye.
"It's not a porn site, dumbass. It's kind of like a dating site, minus the dating," he replied. His answer only served to confuse Grimmjow even more. "Look, you register, you browse through the profiles, and if you see one you like, you make them an offer."
"What kind of offer?"
"A monetary offer."
"So they're prostitutes? And they're looking for a new pimp?" Grimmjow asked, his confusion now turned to mirth. Nnoitra heaved an exasperated sigh.
"Jesus, Grimm, do you want my help or not?" Grimmjow chuckled but nodded nonetheless. "Good. They're not prostitutes, they're sugar babies. You take care of them financially and they take care of you sexually."
"So prostitutes?" Grimmjow inquired, completely serious. Nnoitra deadpanned.
"Sure, Grimm, they're prostitutes. The thing is, once you choose them and they accept, they become inaccessible on the site, and so do you. So basically a sugar baby can only have one sugar daddy and vice versa."
"Oh, so they're technically not prostitutes." Nnoitra facepalmed.
"That's what I've been. . .you know what, never mind. Do you want to do this?"
Grimmjow looked at the screen once more. He wasn't really looking for someone just to have sex with. He was a grown ass man after all, and therefore he wanted a real relationship. He figured it couldn't hurt to get one of these "sugar babies" just to pass the time though.
"Yeah, Nnoi. I'll give it a try. What do I have to do?" Nnoitra's piano-tooth grin spread over his face.
"Click register as sugar daddy." Grimmjow shook his head and clicked the appropriate link.
"This sounds creepy as fuck."
"Shut up and fill out the profile."
"Keep talking to me like that and you'll find yourself standing in the unemployment line," Grimmjow grumbled as he began to fill in the profile with the required information.
Name: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Birthdate: July 31, 1983
Ethnicity: French-American
Body Type: Muscular
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 186lb
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos/Piercings: 1
Education: Graduate Degree
Occupation: CEO/Logistician
Income:
"The fuck they need to know my income?" he asked, irritatedly. Nnoitra shrugged.
"That's kind of the whole point here, Grimm." Grimmjow sighed and continued to fill out the profile.
Income: $2,500,000-3,000,000
Location: Atlanta, GA
Hobbies: Video games, motorcycle collecting, drawing
"Alright, now you need a picture. Try to find one where you're not making the rape face," Nnoi said. Grimmjow snickered as he searched through the pictures he had saved in his phone. Once he found one without the "rape face", he uploaded it and added it to his profile. He and Nnoitra stared at the completed profile for a few seconds before Grimmjow clicked the submit link.
"Now what?" Grimmjow asked.
"Now you browse through the profiles of the sugar babies," Nnoi responded. "If they have a dollar symbol next to their username, then they're available. If there's a red heart next to it, they're taken."
Grimmjow nodded and clicked the appropriate link. He browsed through the numerous profiles, mentally writing off each one that he found undesirable. He could tell which ones were doing this solely for the money simply by looking at their profile pictures. He'd almost had enough of the provocative poses and kissy faces when suddenly, he came across something that made him do a double take. It wasn't the plains of gorgeous sun-kissed skin or the shocking orange hair that caught his attention; it wasn't even those lithe and smooth muscles, or the full soft looking lips that were pulled into a delicious scowl. No, it was his eyes. Those gorgeous, big brown eyes looked like they were telling a story. This kid had a reason for doing something like this. Grimmjow didn't know why, but he had to find out what that reason was.
He clicked on the orange haired male's picture which led to his profile:
Name: Ichigo Kurosaki
Birthdate: July 15, 1991
Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 143lb
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos/Piercings: none
Education: High School
Occupation: Retail/Sales
Income: $20,000-30,000
Location: Smyrna, GA
Hobbies: Video games, soccer, swimming
Grimmjow searched for the boy's username and was overjoyed when he found it:
Username: zangetsu22-$
"Alright, this is the one, Nnoi," he said. Nnoitra leaned over Grimmjow's shoulder to get a view of the screen.
"He's gorgeous, but he doesn't look twenty-two to me."
"Yeah, me either, but I don't care. This is the one I want." Nnoitra shrugged.
"Alright. Send him a message."
Grimmjow clicked the message icon under Ichigo's picture. He stared at the blank box for a while before he realized that he had no idea of what he was supposed to say to this kid. Nnoitra looked at his pathetic friend impassively. "Just say, 'I have an offer for you'." Grimmjow nodded and typed the message quickly, clicking the send icon once he finished.
"Alright, that's it?"
"Yeah. Now you just have to wait for him to respond."
Grimmjow nodded once more and watched the screen. He decided his first mission would be to find out the kid's true age. After that, he'd make that offer, but he didn't just want the boy's body. He wanted to know why he was doing this; he needed to know the boy and the story his eyes told.
Who knows, he thought to himself. This could be the change I need.
There you have chapter two...I don't know about you guys, but I love super rich and successful Grimm ^_^ Thanks for reading...until next time,
Patd06
