CHAPTER ONE
My first move
*Murphy*
The night seemed so long, sinking my heart into an abyss of desire. The ticking sound of the clock seemed so loud in my head. In that solitude, I heard the sound of silence. I couldn’t stop thinking about the cute girl that I met at the fruit shop. She was my next target in my game of kinky proposal. Any girl I want, I always get; therefore, I had to do anything humanly possible to get into the panties. She was tall with sexy red lips, sweet blue inviting eyes, smooth skin, seductive unibrow, and thick black hair that accentuated her beauty. Simply put, she looked like a temptress who could make a man sacrifice his entire world just to have one night with her. I was drowned in those titillating thoughts that stole away my dreamless slumber of that very night.
There was no need to spend my time wallowing in sadness and deep thoughts because I’d stop at nothing to ensure that the girl gets my dick warm. I promised myself that I’d make sure that she goes down on all fours when she’d be sucking my hard cock. That’d make her choke for me and beg for her freedom.
At that time, the ticking auditory sensation of the clock ticked away my attention into fantasy, lust, and sleaziness.
My deep thoughts were disturbed by Sniffer’s presence when it came and jumped on the bed, having noticed that I was feeling restive and twirling on the bed without sleeping.
“Hey, guy,” I called and stroked the dog’s head while he snuggled in my arms, “why aren’t you sleeping, boy? Don’t worry; we’ll get her like we’ve been getting others,”
The dog kept wagging its tail as it tried to lick my face.
I checked on the time through the dim light that stormed the darkness of the room. Oh, it was already 4: am. I just remembered I had a meeting to attend in the office at dawn. I got up quickly and went straight to my computer and sent a message to my office computer programmer and friend, Louis Cater who was always the one doing the dirty jobs for me. We work closely; especially when it’s about tracking sweet girls to their current locations.
I quickly sent a message containing the exact time I met the girl at Peachtree Street, Georgia, for Louis to trace back and hack into the CCTV to give me the information I needed that particular time. It was expedient.
After sending the message, I got an ‘ok’ from him as a reply; making me know that he was awake too. I took my phone and dialed his phone number forthwith. After the third ring, he took the call followed by a courtesy greeting: “Hi boss, I got your message and I’m already doing what I know how to do best,”
“That’s my man,” I said hilariously and hung the call.
In a jiffy, I got a message from him revealing the location of the girl and the entire information I needed about the sexy queen. Being that I was already equipped with the things I needed, I sent Louis Carter to get me more information about her next plan of action according to her itinerary.
Three days after, I was more informed about Julie Brown. She was planning for her wedding with Jeff Churchill, though her man wasn’t too financially stable.
Jeff made a modest income that could take care of a low-profile wedding.
***
On the day that Jeff and Julie scheduled for an official engagement and a marriage proposal, I made sure that I attended the ceremony. It was to take place at the event hall of Musky Hotels and leisure, GA. I didn’t have to come on time so that my entrance would be felt by both the guests and the hosts.
On the D-day, as the engagement ceremony was going on, I found my way into the event hall, looking sweet in my all-white suit and jacket, matched with a white glossy cowboy’s shoes that flattered my classy dressing. My opium perfume performed some magic; announcing my presence and entrance in a grand style.
When I entered, many eyes shifted from the hosts who were already at the stage and got affixed to my direction. I walked majestically with sedate steps as I proudly sat at a position closer to the couple.
The young girl glanced at me as I made my awesome presence take the entire people’s attention. In as much as she didn’t want to accept the fact that my presence stole her attention, she still had to look at me twice before she got focused on her groom-to-be.
Jeff was already confused judging from his body language. He wasn’t sure he’d met me before.
The event continued while the entire waiters and waitresses came around me to ask me what I wanted to take but I rejected their offers. To spice up my actions, I instructed my driver to bring five cartons of Romaneé-Conti wine; a very expensive wine that’d make the people shudder. This gesture got the entire people asking questions about who graced the occasion to the extent of making such an expensive wine available for all to drink. It was then that I got Jeff Churchill’s attention. Even though Julie was my target, I could use Jeff as a means to an end.
Jeff came closer to me looking both excited and confused. I knew the feeling, and it was expected.
“Hello, Sir,” the young man greeted and thrust his hand for a handshake, “you’re welcome to my engagement party,”
“Sit,” I said and pointed to the seat next to my position, “I know you may have lots of questions and confusions because of my presence,”
“Exactly, Sir,” he said and chuckled, “The last time I checked, a bottle of the wine you made available here was around twenty-thousand dollars. How could you make such available in that magnitude while you’re not a friend or a relative to either me or my fiancée? Of course, I asked her and she said she’d not met you before,”
I smiled and nodded as I continued tapping my fingers gently on the table.
“Well, two of you have just met a friend who is willing to be your friend,” I said with a tinge of boastfulness, “I’ll stick around if you need my attention,”
I took a sip of my wine as I watched my target girl on the sly sitting at the north of my position. I observed that she was keenly watching to know who I was but that was a puzzle I was willing to create just to make the game of attraction very interesting and adventurous.
“I’m glad to meet you,” he said and remained humble around me, “I’m Jeff Churchill,” he said and beckoned Julie forward to come and meet me, “meet my fiancée, Julie Smith who will soon become Julie Churchill,”
“Hi, Sir,” Julie greeted with a curtsy and offered her hand for a handshake but I took her hand and kissed the dorsum followed by a seductive smile as I fixed my eye on hers.
“I’m glad to meet such an angel getting engaged to a cool guy,” I complimented and pulled another seat for her to sit.
“Thanks, Sir,” she said and sat. She shifted her weight to one side and crossed her legs, revealing that hot thigh that was evident through the slit of the floor-length peach prom gown, “I guess you’re a friend to my baby,” she said trying to guess who I was to Jeff.
She immediately observed that my looks on her were becoming lewd, so she winced trying to pretend that she didn’t notice my lascivious looks.
I cleared my throat and smiled, “I’m new to him just as I am new to you,” I said plainly and signaled the waitress for more glasses of wines, “Actually, I came for a business meeting and decided to stop by and attend the occasion as an uninvited guest,” I humored moving their lips into smiles.
Julie still had some reservations concerning my sincerity. It was written all over her face but I didn’t care. My attention was locked on the game I was playing already.
“I still have some doubts about that,” Julie said and tried to remain serious and unmoved by my show of wealth, “If actually, you came for a meeting, how could you just make some wines worth like a million dollars available for people you never met?”
“That’s an intelligent question and I think she could be right,” Jeff said knitting his brow.
“Well, I came to let you guys know that I sell such wines, hence this form of ads,” I said trying to clear the air, “huge ads ensure huge returns on investment,”
Julie didn’t buy that, so she still showed a form of uneasiness around me.
“You can’t spend so much trying to promote a product, Sir,” she insisted, trying to make her hubby understand that I came for something else.
“Well, if my magnanimity is misunderstood,” I said and stood feigning being a bit sad, “I guess I’ll have to leave now,”
“No, don’t,” Julie said apologetically and held my hand unwittingly. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to sound unfriendly,” When she noticed that Jeff could feel somehow, she freed her grip, “Please, sit…sir,”
I felt as if I just scored a cheap point but still had my glee disguised.
“Sir, I’m sorry if she badgered you with aspersions but she’s the kind of girl that always brings rationality in all situations. I apologize for the mistake,” Jeff added meekly.
My magic was working as I planned, so I had to quickly think of the next move that’d make me close to perfecting my winning plans.
“Well, I want to be a friend to you guys; the newly engaged,” I said and cleared my throat, “I’ll sponsor your wedding if you let me,”
Knowing full well that I just said what could blow their minds; I dropped my business card before them and turned to leave.
“This is too much,” Jeff said tearfully feeling overwhelmed with the superfluity of my altruism towards them, “Are you God’s sent?”
Julie was flabbergasted but she already connected the dots and knew that I was doing everything humanly possible to get her attention.
“Don’t ever think much about this but feel free to call me anytime,” I said and started leaving when I already made sure that I’d created an impact that could leave them thinking and confused.
Two of my bodyguards appeared immediately looking like bouncers at Miami nightclub. The people were amazed as they saw me leaving.
I didn’t turn to look but kept moving straight ahead making sure that my steps were well coordinated. I tried revealing my youthfulness and virility as I walked out from the hall accompanied by the two hefty men.
Getting into the Limo, I heaved a sigh of accomplishment and said: “Phase one is completed, phase two of the game ignited,” I looked smilingly at the driver that was patiently waiting for my orders, “Take me out of here, friend,”
