2 Head Arslan

I'm leaving the university with my security team. We move to the parking lot, where there are two tinted jeeps. I get into mine with my personal guard, and the others get into the other one.

- Ars, the office?

- Yes, Pash.

Pasha, my head of security. Fate brought us together when we were in our twenties, each looking for a place in the sun. We got into a scuffle, which left me with two gunshots in my ribs and shoulder. Pasha carried me out, pushed me into his car, drove me to his place, and was on his way out. I thanked him very generously. I did a very lucrative job, came to Pasha's place, and left a weighty bundle in gratitude for my rescue.

And we split up for two years, he went his way, I went mine. I went up, something didn't work out for him. Called him to work for me, and he's still working for me.

I leaned back on the headrest, closed my eyes, wanted to relax, and the image of that fragile girl of about one meter seventy-two centimeters with a long braid down to her waist appeared in front of my eyes. Kneeling on her knees and licking her lips. Fuck! My cock in my pants twitched at the memory, but the lips are gorgeous, fucking lips, I'm sure that my own, looking at them, thinking only about the fact that to stick between these lips. Fuck, I can't even remember the face, just the lips on "half a face." I remember the blonde in the baggy clothes, flowers clutched to her chest. Yeah, that's never happened before, I grinned to myself, my memory was always fine. I corrected my erection, I had to fuck someone, Inga had to call, it was all from abstinence. While I was doing the business of my new acquisition.

A lot of bloodshed, I had to fight for this club. I'm sitting here smiling, I've got a great team working as one cohesive unit. I'm at the head of it. There are, of course, those who want to throw me off, because I'm like a bone in the throat to many. But especially Fox, I've beaten him, I'm sure he'll make himself known. He'll be happy to organize my funeral. I grin to myself, but I don't think he'll be so lucky, I pay my men well.

I have a chain of banks and a chain of hotels across the country, a large cannery, several projects in development and a new acquisition - a nightclub. A lot of people wanted to get their hands on that club, including Fox, but I got my hands on it.

I've never had it easy in this life. I chewed it all up.

If you swim with sharks, you can't be weak, they'll eat you. I'm feared and rightly so, I'm ruthless. That's why a lot of people know I don't bend, quite the opposite.

We drive up to my NovorBank office in the town where I live - in Novobirsk, only here I feel at home. Even breathing is easy here.

We go through a private entrance where security greets me. I go up to my floor. My personal secretary, Lena, meets me at the door. She's well-trained, in a straight line.

- Good afternoon, Arslan Valiyevich.

- Lena, get my deputy in here, I'll expect him in fifteen minutes.

- All right, Arslan Valiyevich.

My employees know I like punctuality. So exactly fifteen minutes later, there's a knock on the door.

- Arslan Valiyevich, you called? - my deputy.

- Come in, Valentin. Valya, if you can't do your job, I can easily find a replacement.

Valentin, six years younger than me. He was tall, good-looking, and had never allowed himself to do anything like that before.

- You tell me, why the fuck didn't Clauga transfer the interest? I was supposed to have a report on my desk this morning that you personally brought in?

Valya sits pale, mumbling something under his nose.

- Valya, you fucked up! Do you think you'll pretend to work and pocket your paycheck? And fuck your secretary on your desk every day? Valentin is not just the color of white cloth, he doesn't even blink, he sits like a taut string.

I never yell, except in exceptional circumstances. Today must be one of them.

- I don't get it, do you take me for an idiot?!!!! Or do you think I don't know what my employees do?

- No!!! Arslan Valiyevich! W-w-w-what? I don't think anything like that and I'll fix everything!

- If I don't have a remittance report on my desk by tonight, you can file your papers at the labor exchange, Va-la! Dismissed.

- Got it, I'll do it!

I'm pressing the selector:

- Lena, come in.

- Yes, Arslan Valiyevich.

- Lena, I need coffee, I have a headache. Make it stronger.

- Okay, Arslan Valiyevich, anything else?

- Make my evening free, I need to be out by 5:00.

- You have a 15-hour appointment today.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember. The loan for the shopping center. I've got some time on my hands, so send me the geolocation and related docs. I'll take a look, but first coffee.

I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and just started to calm down as my consciousness drew those vicious lips again. What the fuck in my mouth!

Fuck, I gotta fuck my whore Inga tonight.