I was a perfectionist. The slightest thing off caught my attention like an alarm blaring in a quiet building.
Adjusting my webcam setting, I clicked on the link that appeared in my box a few days ago and waited for my client to come on. Three seconds later, attractive, full breasts covered by a tiny tank top that was splattered with paint appeared on my screen. My mouth watered as I admired the creamy bundles of joy while I heard a soft confused feminine voice through my earphones, conferring with someone in the background. The lady was obviously not aware her boobs were all over my screen, or on full display, but I wasn’t gentlemanly enough to point this out. I was busy ogling the beauty of them with blood rushing in the wrong direction.
Focus, idiot. This is, technically, a business meeting.
After moving the screen around a bit, the webcam finally settled on the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen, and all I could do was stare into them for a moment. The lady cleared her throat, and my eyes roamed over her face, admiring her classic bone structure, her full lips spread in a nervous smile, and long hair that was tied in a knot at the back of her head. Shaking myself out of the sensual and lustful haze, I got down to business. It was clear quickly that she’d never done this before, and I knew I needed to be careful with this kind of client.
The nice ones. The pure ones. This wasn’t the side of the fence they should’ve ventured over to.
“Your code word?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her… and her breasts. Though, I did make sure it wasn’t obvious my attention was down there.
“Housekeeping,” she answered with confidence, as if she had done something big and bad just now.
“Day shift or night shift?” my questions continued, following interview procedure.
“Both, two to four weeks.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred thousand, with full vacation package till job is completed?” Amanda answered, still sounding nervous.
“Housekeeping details, please,” I continued.
“I want to fake my kidnapping. It needs to look real enough. My mom and I have a boat ready with supplies and disguises ready to sail to the Caribbean through Miami. Before that, you will seize me in front of our home where the cameras will capture it and take me away. The rest will be based on your plans. The ransom demand will be a billion dollars, which we will return after I’m found.”
I arched my eyebrows, a little interested at the unusual request. Though, in my job, I’d heard a lot. “Now, I want your detailed profile.”
“I’m Amanda Coventry, the stepdaughter of Michael Coventry, the business mogul and billionaire. I, err…” Amanda’s words trailed off.
She probably noticed how cold my expression had grown; if I clenched my teeth further they would surely break.
“I’m sorry, Miss Coventry, but I can’t take this job. I hope you find someone else.”
Obviously confused and surprised by the abrupt refusal, Amanda asked, “Is it the pay? I can triple it. I really need your help, please. Why won’t you work with me?”
“Because I do not pander to the whims of a rich spoilt heiress. This may be a game to you, but this is my job and it is very risky and dangerous. You can’t just fake your kidnapping because you want attention,” I answered, really pissed off at how shallow she had turned out to be and even more angry with myself because I couldn’t stop picturing my lips on her soft creamy breast.
Her eyes glazed with turmoil at being insulted and the blue deepened as she said angrily, “I thought I was dealing with a professional who could separate his biases and focus on the job, but I guess I was wrong. You’re apparently not as good as I thought.”
Now that stung a bit. Fuck that, it stung a lot. My ego was fucked right in the face.
“I’m the best in this line of work, and I pride myself on my work. I simply do not like rich entitled women with too much money on their hands, or rather Daddy’s money in their accounts to spend. It’s vindictive and spiteful. Give me a good reason why I should take this job?” I was harsh, but I felt she needed a wakeup call and should go running to Daddy or try talking to a therapist to solve her daddy issues.
I’d tried jobs like hers in the past, back when I was still green and naïve. Usually, when they came to me, I did my best to get them off the path they were on. Working with the mafia was safer, not to mention less messy.
“I owe you no explanation, as I’m the one paying, and if you’re so good at your job, you would have Googled me the second you heard my name to get your facts straight rather than jumping to conclusions because you recognized my stepfather’s name. I’m independent and do not need his money, so either you take the job or fuck off. I’ll find another willing person, I don’t care if you’re the best.”
I Googled her as she reprimanded me and got a bit of a shock. And, if I had to admit it—though never out loud—I was impressed.
She was a successful painter, and just the cost of one of her paintings could probably fund the whole kidnap thing. I reconsidered, not because I needed the money or found the job interesting, but because I found her interesting. It would be fun getting to know her and rattling her cage a little, because on closer look, she seemed so innocent and stubborn and another kidnapper may take advantage of her. Say, the likes of Taggart Jones.
“How much was the ransom again?”
Her expression cleared a bit as she answered, “A billion dollars.”
“Your stepfather is powerful and will utilize all his contacts in the government and underground to find you and avoid paying that money, you know that, right?”
“I do, and that is why I have you to convince him, my mom will help too.”
“This sounds too good to be true. Are you sure it is safe to be riding around in a yacht with a guy you barely know for weeks, or probably months? Because it may take more than two to four weeks to convince your stepfather,” I said, adding a bit of flirting, though still partially serious, because she was an attractive woman and I was already attracted to her.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been with a woman, and then I end up with someone this good looking, and we’d have to be in close contact for weeks? Yeah, I knew I was going to cave.
She was going to cave for me too. Right on my dick.
She smiled slightly and answered, “That depends on how much effort we want to put into getting along. After all, I am paying you very well to go on a vacation with me and to collect a billion-dollar ransom—which must be returned,” she stressed.
I scoffed. I didn’t need her to remind me; I had a pretty good memory.
“I’ll charge a million dollars if I take it. It’s easy, but risky, and I will lose other jobs while I’m away. I’ll make a decision by this evening and give you a call to confirm if it is a go, so leave your number so I can contact you later.”
“Make up your mind quickly, this can’t wait any longer. If I don’t hear from you by evening, I’ll assume you’re not interested,” Amanda said, wanting to have final say. “Thanks for calling all the same,” good manners made her add.
I smiled; she was cute, but strong-minded and I admired that about her. I just needed to know one more thing before I truly committed. “Why?”
Amanda hesitated and glanced around her before she spoke.
“My mother. I want to protect and ensure her happiness. She is the only other person who knows of this plan and she assisted me. She will be our outside pressure,” she elaborated before going offline.
She seemed to also have the last word. Even with that little, it was easy to figure out from there just why she had planned this whole thing. I was impressed by this loyalty and fierce desire to protect her mom, probably from a neglectful husband, because that was what it always boiled down to.
I called at six o’clock that evening using a new burner phone in my car. Her breathless answer came through the phone.
“Hello, Amanda on line.”
“Operation billion-dollar kidnapping is a go,” I confi
rmed and hung up.
I then drove off to go get supplies, such as more burner phones and cameras, cash, and some appropriate outfits.
It had been a while since I did a kidnapping. This was going to be interesting and fun.
* * *
One thing I liked to do before a job was to have a long stint at the gym. It not only prepared my mind for what was about to go down but made me feel physically up to the task.
I had accepted the mission and there was no going back.
I opened the front door of my house and dropped my gym bag on the floor. My arms were sore from all the weights I was pumping. Jogging up the stairs, I found my way to my bedroom and changed out of my sweaty gym clothes, so I could step into the shower.
The refreshing water washed over my face, hair, and body. It felt good cooling my body down after a one-hour intense workout.
For a moment, I even toyed with the idea of Amanda seeing my muscles. I was on my way to making a bad mistake already. The motto was never get involved with people on the job.
“Fuck, stop thinking about her just because you haven’t gotten any pussy for a while.” I grabbed some soap and blocked any thoughts of Amanda out of my mind for the duration of my shower.
Once I was clean and ready, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. It was still a bit early in the evening, but the big day was tomorrow, and I’d have to get my rest. Lying down in bed, I closed my eyes and shut off my mind.
But one thing popped up in the back of my head: Amanda.
“Fuck, why can’t I get her the hell out of my mind?” I hissed, turning over in my bed. I had the whole ensemble, good pillows, good bed, and here I was, stuck in this weird loop that kept dragging me around to her.
I still couldn’t tear away from that image of her breasts taking up my screen. And I couldn’t get that sound of her voice out of my head. She was a feisty one. And that concerned me. There was only room for one alpha, and that was me. Any kind of interference from her would cause her own plans to fall through.
The level of danger increased just because she was a sexy female with a damn backbone. Both fun and enticing. I had only hoped that she’d obey and listen to me.
Or else I’d have to spank her.
I could already feel her soft firm flesh jiggle against the firm impact of my hand. My thoughts were now getting the best of me… and I was going to let them.
Maybe I could just go through the motions and get her out of my system.
My cock began to twitch and harden the more I thought about her and her body.
I grabbed my aching cock and began to imagine her ass in the air, begging for my cock to plunge into her wet pussy. The tightness gripped my cock, milking me for all it was worth.
Each stroke of my hand was just another illusion into my fantasy of making her mine. Fuck, I truly did have to get this out of my system. I furiously shucked my cock to my dirty fantasy.
One moment Amanda was on all fours, another she was on her knees begging for my cock, and the final one that sent me over the edge was me spanking her wet pussy and her climaxing out of control.
I shot out thick heavy ropes of cum down my thighs and cursed when I realized I hadn’t put anything down to catch it. Amanda had me and my cock so fucking messed up that I came with no regard to where my seed was going.
Once I was satisfied, I threw myself back into bed and was finally able to think rationally.
Well, more like concerns.
Didn’t Amanda take into consideration that this was hurricane season? And we were supposed to be doing all this waiting around on a boat?
Not that I was going to pass up a million dollars. I had taken jobs way more dangerous than this.
My only issue was the pirates.
And for some reason, they loved the hurricane season too. That only meant that I’d have to make sure I was loaded on weapons. This was more than just kidnapping, it was also protecting her. I tossed over in my sheets. No pirates, no Amanda, damn it, not anything.
What did I have to do, start counting sheep?
Pirates… There went my mind again. I hadn’t had to deal with them in a long time.
Which piqued my curiosity.
“Fuck me, maybe I’ll sleep once I do this,” I said to myself as I got out of bed and went downstairs to my regular laptop. I didn’t need my basement tech lab right now. And I was pretty sure if I had gone down there that I’d end up staying down there the entire night.
I went to the search engine and checked in to see if there were any recent news involving any pirates.
Well, there was news. But not the type I was looking for. They were still heavily active, and none were caught yet. Yep, I was going to have to bring heat.
“That’s enough for now,” I said, closing the laptop.
I jogged back up my steps to my bedroom and when I was halfway there, an explosion rocked my townhouse.
I slid back down the steps quickly, shot over to a drawer with an emergency gun, and rolled over to my front bay windows to see what the fuck was going on.
“Someone doesn’t want me to sleep tonight.”
I lifted my curtains carefully and looked around. Flames shot up from a car down the block.
Once I deemed it safe to go out, I inched out my front door and away a few steps from my home. I still had my gun in tow and looked around.
“Oh, my God, my car!” a woman screamed, running out of her house with her silk gown flowing. She was bent over and devastated. “Oh my God, oh my God, no!” she cried.
Police would be here soon. That I could bet on. I checked on my car while I was out, and lo and behold, my tires were slashed. And not just mine, but the whole block of cars had slashed tires.
Whatever. I had to use a different car for tomorrow anyway. I chalked this up to being another one of those crazy New York nights and went back inside. Though, just to be more careful, I put on a higher amount of security on once I got inside.
Satisfied that things were going to be calm from here on out, I dragged myself back upstairs and fell face forward into bed.
This time the bed felt really good, and sleep began to tug down hard on my eyelids. With a small smile I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to drift.
Tomorrow marked the beginning of a huge job with an insanely attractive woman named Amanda Coventry. This job felt different despite being the same as many in the past.
She wasn’t the spoiled brat I thought she was going to be.
The thought of being stuck on a boat with her for weeks, possibly more than a month was tantalizing.
Chapter Five
Amanda
I couldn’t help being excited as I thought of what was to happen in the evening. Whether this was due to fear or pure excitement, I couldn’t be sure. The fear was good, though, because it meant, even with this over the top idea, a part of me was still sane.
The start of an adventure.
I’d never done anything even remotely daring or exciting in my life. I always existed in my own sphere. Ken, the manager of the gallery, approached me as I picked up my purse to leave. He looked so neat and suave. He had an artistic and handsome look about him that was captivating, and man, was I captivated. I had a huge crush on him and tended to babble whenever he tried to talk to me about anything except my work.
That was the one thing I was passionate about to the point just about nothing could distract me from it once I got on the topic.
“Hello, Amanda,” he greeted, “where are you off to in such a rush?”
“I’m going home. I have a lunch date with my mom,” I said nervously, hoping he wouldn’t ask any specific questions.
“Okay, my loss. I was going to invite you to lunch so we could get to know each other better. You’re always rushing off whenever I see you,” Ken said, then added as he joined me to walk down the hall, “You look flushed and excited. I hope it’s very good news?”
I blushed profusely, looking down at my maxi flowy skirt before
saying, “I’m just glad about how my latest work is coming together. It may be my best work yet.”
“Oh, that is good. Let’s celebrate tomorrow with dinner?”
Wow. This was new and strange, especially as Ken had been showing an interest in me lately. How could this be happening just when I would be disappearing and faking my own kidnapping? I adjusted my scarf, noticing the paint splattered on it again and sighed. I wish I could really go out with him, but nobody could know of my plans.
“We will certainly celebrate. Thank you, but I have to go now before I’m late meeting my mom,” I stammered and walked toward the exit. When would I learn to stop being a nervous wreck around men? When would I stop?
I was going to die a virgin at this rate.
I whistled on the way to my car and as I pulled out of the car park into traffic, driving out to the suburbs. My phone rang, and an unknown caller ID appeared on the screen. My heartbeat skipped as I answered the call.
“Hello, this is Amanda.”
“Hello,” his cold and husky voice came through the phone. “Be ready in an hour’s time. I hope you have properly briefed your mom?” He went straight to the point.
“Yes, I’m heading home now to finalize everything with her.”
“Good, don’t be late.” He abruptly dropped the call before I could ask anything.
I frowned. The guy was so cold, stern, and serious. His voice could chill even boiling water. There had been a moment there, when he’d mentioned the two of us spending weeks, or months, on a yacht together, when I thought I’d heard something different. But surely I’d just imagined it.
I rubbed my arms and shivered, but I had to admit the deep and husky nature of his voice was really attractive as well.
“Mom, I’m home, where are you?” I called out as I walked into the house.
“Hello, Norton,” I greeted as I passed by him.
“In the kitchen, sweetheart! Michael has some friends coming for dinner this evening, remember?” she told me.
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