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With the brief in my hand, I knocked and entered my father's office, with 2 minutes to spare. As usual, he was there with his secretary Mrs McFall.
Trudy McFall had been Dad's secretary since he had opened and just between you and me, I'm pretty sure she's fucking him. After all how many other secretaries do you know that come in on a Saturday?
"Here's the brief on the Thompson case." I dropped it on his desk and turned to walk away.
He glanced at it, "Fine, grab a seat. We've got some work to do".
Work? What the fuck, its Saturday.
I mumbled, "For fucks sake." I sighed. "I've kinda got plans... Is this going to take long?"
"It will take as long as it takes." The motherfucker smirked and before my eyes, my Saturday evaporated. He's such a fucking twat. He does this kind of shit on purpose just to ruin my plans!
At 5.30 that afternoon, I finally managed to get out of that hell hole. I left the office silently cursing under my breath, wishing all kinds of incurable diseases on my father's head. He deserves it.
As I walked out of the office into the horribly cold late afternoon, I suddenly remembered I still had to go to Royce's shitty little engagement party, I just wanted to shoot myself. And to make matters worse, I realised that I hadn't even bought him and his girl a present. Now the thought of working was looking pretty fucking good.
While driving back to my apartment, I tried to imagine ways of solving this dilemma. I could ring up and cancel? Attempt to offer some kind of bullshit excuse for not going?
For fucks sake. You see the trouble was, everybody from the office was going to be there, everyone I fucking knew who saw that I was perfectly fine today would be there. Oh fuck it, I'm just gonna have to go.
When I got back, I showered and changed into a fresh suit; Armani this time. I squirted a shit load of aftershave on and ran back outside to my Jeep.
Jumping in my Jeep, I drove to the closest liquor store. I ran in, grabbed 4 bottles of the most expensive type of Scotch and Bourbon and ran to pay. Fucking 90 bucks I just spent. Better be some good fucking shit.
I didn't bother buying some wanky card that's only going to be thrown away the next day. I headed towards Royce's place and hoped to god that there were at least some decent women there to fuck.
As I drove over, I suddenly realised that I've never actually met his fiancé. I wonder what she's like? It makes me wonder real fucking hard, I mean, what kind of woman does a man like Royce attract? I shuddered at the mental image that appeared in my head and continue the drive in an even more depressed mood.
When I arrived at Royce's place, I noticed a few kids who had obviously been hired to park the car. There ain't no way in hell a kid is parking my Jeep! I'd rather do it myself.
Ignoring the signals of the kids, I parked my Jeep where I wanted it to be and then made my way up the stairs, where I could hear the soft noise of a party in progress. As I got closer, the volume increased which gradually improved my shitty mood.
There ain't nothing I like better than a good party, even if it does happen to be at Royce's. The prick.
The door to Royce's apartment was wide open, so I just walked in casually nodding to a few of my fellow workmates. A small cheer echoed around the room as people recognised me and more importantly for them, noticed the free booze I'd brought with me.
As I was setting the bottles on the counter, Royce was suddenly at my side, attempting to shake my hand with a big stupid ass smile on his face.
"Hey man! So glad you could make it! Oh and thanks for these!" Royce picked up each different bottle and examined them. "Oh great! You actually got the good stuff! I guess you're not a cheap bastard after all!" My nostrils flared and I clenched my fists. How fucking rude. What I would give to just clock this cocky ass motherfucker around the face right now.
"Oh! You haven't met my Rosalie yet have you?"
I just smiled. I thanked god when he disappeared back into the crowd to find his wife to be. As he vanished, I calmed down a bit and smiled at some of the other guests, including a cute trainee who I noticed for the first time last week. She had a nice rack. I think she may be my objective for tonight.
I walked to the bar and fixed myself a drink.
With my drink in hand, I moved to one side of the room so I could take in the scenery.
I looked at Royce's apartment. I guess he has a bit of style in him, there was loads of art placed around the place, including several pieces I wouldn't have minded myself. The furniture was tastefully decorated and he did have the state of the art electrical equipment which I guess is a bonus.
As I was gazing around, a few people came over to say hey, all of them being still relatively sober which meant they were conscious and knew that it was the boss's son they were talking too.
Being the boss's son had its downfalls, the small talk was mostly work orientated and fucking boring as hell. Like I want to discuss work at a party? Pricks.
As if to further emphasise the dreary night ahead of me, I heard Royce talking and by the sounds of it, I think he was walking towards me. Fucking great.
"There you are! Emmett, meet my fiancé Rosalie!" He gestured between us. "Rosalie, Emmett, Emmett, Rosalie."
I wasn't fucking expecting this. There, stood before me was the most gorgeous woman you could ever meet. Fuck, she looked like an angel!
I was in shock. She was so fucking beautiful! How the hell did a gimp like Royce get someone like this?
As Rosalie smiled and lifted her hand out, I gave her the quick once over. She stood at almost 5"10 and had absolutely gorgeous long, curly blonde hair that went past her tits. Oh fuck her tits. They were fucking massive! I could already feel my pants start to tighten. Fuck Emmett, stop drooling.
Taking her hand finally, I spent a long moment studying her face. The hair, which I have already described was very long and smelt of blueberries. Fuck I love blueberries. This woman was a fucking goddess. She had a love heart-shaped face that was full and soft, with skin that was just luminescent. This women had a face of an angel. Her eyes were a piercing light blue color, just like mine! She stared boldly and intelligently into my own. God, I was lost in her eyes. The rest of her features were all perfectly proportioned too. A sensual mouth grinned at me to reveal a perfect set of pearly white teeth, underneath a rather imperial looking nose that went well with her chin which had a look of stubbornness about it.
Interesting, very fucking interesting.
As I took her hand into my own, Rosalie noticing my attention brought me not so subtly back into the real world.
"Hello Emmett, I'm so glad we've finally had a chance to meet. Royce has told me so much about you!"
Her voice was amazing. It was soft, smooth and very assured. She had that type of accent that makes you wonder whether swearing would be acceptable around her.
Her introduction brought me back to reality real quick. Man, what I'd give just to know what that little motherfucker had told this goddess about me. Not really knowing what to say, I came out with the lamest thing I could have ever said.
"All good I hope, Royce!"
Royce laughed like the twat he is and blushed slightly. What a gay bastard. If Royce had told Rosalie the half of my reputation, then I'm fucked.
I wish I could say that my reputation was entirely undeserved but unfortunately for me, all the best and juiciest of the gossip about me was all true.
Smiling curiously to herself, Rosalie draped her hand around my elbow and with all the grace and style of a movie star, led me through house into another room where the atmosphere was a little friendlier. Stopping just inside the room, she smiled at me again in her curious way and just left me there.
Just fucking great. I'm stuck inside a room with all the drunks and halfwits of the office while the rest of the party spends its time kissing each other's asses.
Bitch. Why'd she take me here? I haven't even drunk anything yet!
I quickly walked over to the bar and helped myself to a large Scotch. As I moved back to the corner of the room, I noticed that there was large mirror on the wall.
For a moment, I stood there looking at myself, trying to see what it was everyone else saw.
A large man around 6"6 with brown curly hair, bright blue eyes who was in his twenties. I quickly lifted up my shirt, washboard abs that makes the women cream at the sight, and large biceps that were almost straining though my suit. The body I had was a reminder from my recent stint in the Army. I still tried very hard to maintain an exercise regime every morning to keep myself in shape while also going to the gym almost every day after work for my weight training.
As I looked a little closer, I noticed perhaps for the first time how much I was actually starting to resemble my father. With a pointed nose and a jaw that combined with a firm mouth, allowed me to mimic almost exactly, my father's arrogance.
My bright blue eyes stared back insolently, reminding me of the devil within. I hunched my shoulders and turned back to face the crowd, giving some thought to my well-deserved reputation.
Now just before you start thinking I'm one of those fucking drug addicts or wino's that can't handle their booze just give me a moment to explain. Drugs, alcohol or even little children aren't the cause of my somewhat sinister reputation at the office. Unfortunately for me my vice is much more dangerous for a soon to be partner of a respectable law firm.
My vice unfortunately happens to be women; any sort of woman will do. I'm proud to think of myself as one of those non-discriminatory men when it comes to women. However, the problem not only lies within the fact that I'd probably go for any type of women that is put in front of me, but in the fact that I prefer those women to be in some sort of relationship.
Needless to say, fucking other men's wives is not something I would recommend to the average punter if they care about maintaining any sort of friendship with their work colleagues.
Not only that, I've also noticed that by fucking someone else's wife, it can be quite dangerous to one's health if one isn't discreet. As you've probably already guessed though, I'm neither discreet nor do I give a flying rats ass about any of the other wankers at work. So as you can imagine there has been times where the atmosphere at my work place has been rather frosty to say the least.
I'm proud to say though that it has been almost three weeks since I've fucked a married woman, with the exception of Tanya of course, that bitch practically begs to sit on my dick. I only fuck her because she's a pretty fucking decent lay.
It's actually also been 5 weeks since some complete tosser has threatened to beat the shit out of me – which may I just say results in them being the one getting the shit kicked out of them. Yeah. I don't really appreciate being threatened.
So as you can see, I'm attempting to learn from my mistakes, although I highly doubt that it's gonna last long since that cunt Royce introduced Rosalie into my fucked up life.
She's now become my objective. Operation get Rosalie on my cock is underway.
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