Chapter 14

Still, it irked him to think Anabel possibly cheated on him. Michael had favored her most among all of his mistresses. Initially, they had both wanted the same thing. She doesn t want commitment and he wasn t ready to give it either. All she wanted was fun, great sex with him, and of course the lavish extravagant spending and lifestyle. Michael didn t have a problem with all of these and that was how it was between them for two years until she turned Oliver Twist and started asking for more. For many months afterward, Michael stayed off relationship, only when he needed to satisfy his libido, did he pick up a lady of his choice. They were always available. But for over a year now, he had remained celibate. Since he took over the leadership of one of his companies that had cost him the loss of millions of naira over a failed takeover bid of another company because his company had lost an ally on their board of directors. Because his appointed CEO had missed an important meeting for no reasonable excuse. Michael had fired the CEO and took up the role. He had worked tirelessly for a year trying to recover every lost penny. "It s about time I get back to the pitch," he said He needed to do something. Michael closed his eyes and drew a sharp intake of breath while trying to clear his head. But he just couldn t get the image of Mitchell off his head. The smiles she gave him after he had apologized to his employees. The lady sure has a beautiful smile. And a body with curves at all the right places. It was the ringing of his office telephone that brought him back to the present. He looked at it menacingly for a moment before picking it up. "Yes," He growls into the phone. Cursing under his breath. "It was his assistant trying to confirm his date with Alexia. Alexia Alvarez was the daughter of Adam Alvarez. He owns Bi- Alvarez Company. They had met a couple of days ago at an event. Alexia had been there to represent her father. Just like almost every lady present that day, Alexia had sought him out for a conversation, and he had found her quite interesting and intelligent. They had sat together throughout the event discussing businesses and some other topics. Afterward, she had invited him to dinner which he had outrightly rejected One look at her face had told him she had been hurt by the rejection but she was quick to mask the rejection with a smile and afterward said she understood he was a busy man. Michael had felt like a pig and had asked her out for lunch during the week instead, which she had happily agreed to. "Are you asking me on a date?" Alexia had asked. Loud enough for the hearing of other ladies seated close to them. Michael knew she had done that on purpose, it wasn t a first for him and what does it matter. She can call it anything she feels like. A date. A lunch. He doesn t care. He looked up at her and smiled, one of his most seductive smiles, and reply "Yes, a date honey" He had told his assistant the next day to fix a day when he would be free with Alexia and confirmed if it was okay with her. And he had almost forgotten about it. Thanks to his always efficient assistant. Though he hadn t been looking forward to this date, he now has every reason to look forward to it. Alexia was just the way he likes his woman, and tonight he was going to satisfy his raging male hormones. And judging from the way Alexia had hung up on him and his every word the last time they met, he knew she would be only too glad to get under the sheet with him. "Sir, are you there?" His assistant asked. "Yes. I will be going, call miss Alvarez, that I will pick her up at five." "Alright, sir" And the line went dead. At exactly five, Michael pulls up in front of Alvarez s state-of-the-art mansion. Giant with a beautiful garden. He met Alexia already waiting for him on the front stairs. Michael stepped out of his sleek black Lamborghini and walked up to her with a smile pasted on his face. He was determined to enjoy the evening and get Mitchell s face off his mind. His head. He had closed from work to return home, just immediately after confirming his date with Alexia to his assistant. And all through the drive home, he couldn t get Mitchell off his thoughts. He had created about a hundred images of her in his head, mostly erotic with her putting little or no cloth on. The cold bath he had and the few cups of whiskey didn t do anything to calm him.