Chapter 42: Dimwits and flirts.

GIOVANNI.

“Mr. Callisto!” The man, Mr. Douglas said. He was an Irish man so his accents were a bit funny. His date whose hands were hooked with his, smiled warmly at us, her eyes flickering over me.

“Hello, sir." I took his hands for the handshake gripping them tightly when I noticed his eyes were on the beautiful woman clinging to my side.

He stopped on getting the unsaid words, his eyes on me again. “How do you do?” He asked, his smile not reaching his eye.

“Very well, thank you, and you?” I asked him.

He shrugged freely yet suggestively. “I've been fine too. Thanks to the fact that I have this warm blood to pass their warmth to me.” He snuggled closer to his date suggestively yet his eyes were on Kiki.

“That's nice. Sometimes, a man's gotta enjoy himself.” I dismissed quietly. Kiki leaned close to me, suggestively and I got the hint.

“Pardon my manners,” I held Kiki. “This is Kiki, my assistant,” I told him. He cackled loudly, taken aback.

“Oh wow, Mr. Calisto.” He took Kiki's right hand. “Your PA is very beautiful. You don't mind if I have her one of these days, do you?” He questioned, a lustful twinkle in his eyes.

His date hit him across the back in correction and he chuckled awkwardly. “Just joking. I wouldn't even dare do that with this beautiful Camille by my side.” He mumbled and I got what he was trying to say. He was going to ditch her and then come after Kiki.

“Hey, I'm Camille.” The lady introduced, bringing her hand along for a handshake. I took it but I got what she was doing when her thumb started to press on my palm a little too long. She took Kiki's hands after.

“I'm Kiki,” Kiki said softly.

“I know.” The lady replied, a little too harsh. Kiki just smiled and stepped back.

“Camille owns a business too. She has been talking to me about investing in your sector. Maybe she could invest in Callisto.” Mr. Douglas informed me.

“Oh wow. It would be nice to have you talk about our masterpieces, Ms. Camille.” I told her.

“Oh no, call me Camille.” She dismissed, smiling flirtatiously.

“You can tell me when you would like to come so we can schedule a date.” Kiki took over. The woman sneered, obviously not interested in speaking to Kiki.

“I will think about that.” She sneered.

“Good, we will be on our way. I just sighted the host, sir.” Kiki told me. She took my hands even though I was hundred percent sure that she didn't know the host. Anyway, I let her lead me away from them. I'd had enough myself.

Once we were far away from them enough, I and Kiki locked our gaze and as if controlled with a remote, we burst into laughter at the same time.

“Dimwits!” She added and I smiled. A waiter passed by us and I took a glass of what he was offering.

“So, who do we meet next?” She asked me watching me run my fingers around the rim of the glass in my hand.

“Just wait for it.” I winked at her and she chuckled.

“Giovanni?” Someone called out to me. I turned around swiftly to meet the welcoming smile of the host and his beloved wife.

“Mr. Rodney?” I called, putting on my best smile.

“Callisto's second son?” He smiled and took my hands too excitedly. I laughed, bowing slightly. He was a powerful man in the business world. Yet, humble to the core.

“Hello,” His wife greeted, waving at us.

“Hello, madam,” I mumbled taking her outstretched hand. She smiled and took Kiki's hand too.

“I'm Kiki, Mr. Giovanni's assistant.” She introduced.

“Kiki? You are so gorgeous!” His wife blew her a kiss and I smiled.

“I know you are here to convince me to invest in your latest product, I understand. I made inquiries and I'm impressed with what I've heard so far. I will call you for a meeting so we can proceed with the plan.” He informed me. I gasped, taken by surprise.

“That's good sir. I look forward to hearing from you.” I bowed.

“No problem. We have to attend to others now. Do well to enjoy yourself tonight and you too Kiki.” He concluded and took my hand for another handshake before walking off with his wife.

“The wife is so pretty,” Kiki whispered.

‘And so are you,' I wanted to say to her but caught myself midway. I had to get a hold of myself real quick.

I gulped my drink and turned around to admire the people in little cliques chatting excitedly with one another.

I turned around when I heard the familiar cackle of Kiki's laughter. She was laughing alright, falling for the charms of this man I didn't care about. I didn't hear what the man said to her but he leaned onto her and she allowed him. He was openly flirting with her.

The gesture made my blood boil!

I scoffed angrily when he placed a hand on her shoulder. I would have thought she wanted to but when I saw her shift uncomfortably under his touch, I understood the scenario.

“Kiki,” I nearly snapped but managed to control my tone.

She turned towards me, her eyes still twinkling from laughter. She stopped laughing when she saw the look on my face, catching herself halfway.

“Oh, Giovanni.” The man turned too and I instantly recognized him. He was a familiar face.

“Your PA is very funny.” He laughed a little. “And sexy.” He added the last part suggestively. Kiki's face flushed at his compliment.

“You don't mind spending the night with me, right?” He winked at her and my blood rose the more. He took her hands.

“Get your hands off her!” I snapped at him. Shocked, he took his hands off her as if scalded by a hot iron.

“Take it easy, Giovanni. She isn't your girlfriend but your PA.” He suddenly snapped drawing little attention to us.

“Unless she is more than your PA. Something like your fuck buddy or something. A two-in-one package.” He said, taking a bold step toward me to spite me even more. The little attention he had gathered murmured in agreement. I stared at his cynical look, finding more reasons to deal with him but I stopped myself midway. He wasn't worth it.

“You would know that. After all, that is the relationship you share with your PA after having a wife at home.” I concluded, gulped my drink, and passed the glass to the coming waiter.

“Sir,” Kiki called out to me but by then, I was already out of the scene.

What the hell was wrong with me?