CHAPTER 3- KING INDUSTRIES

"Hmm" Wes clears his throat as the last of his Scotch slides down his throat.

He was at the Anderson Charity Dinner with a few of his friends providing their support for cancer children. Setting his glass down on a nearby table, his eyes scans through the crowd searching for the one person he'd been trying to reach all week. It also why he was here, Rick Martin one of his friends had advised him that the CEO of Macdonaland Enterprise would be in attendance tonight.

Mr Michael Macdonaland was a man of few words but the handler to one of the largest business empires in Ireland.

Wes had been trying to get in to business with him so it did not surprise the old man when he realized that Wes had spotted him from the other end of the room. He chuckled at the young man's determination.

As large as Knight Enterprise was Macdonaland Enterprise was larger. Wes Knight knew how successful he was, he had people lining up trying to convince him to get into business with them. Determined to get Macdonaland on his team he heads forward to greet the man who's eyes is now locked on his too.

"Wes!" Startled, he looks down to see who had stepped in his way. A freshly manicured hand grabs on to his arm and he smiles.

"Oh Wes baby, you didn't tell me you were coming, how could you?!"

Guilt flashed over him as he pulled the blond beauty in front of him into embrace.

"Monique, my love, forgive me. My appearance tonight was a last minute decision, but I'll make it up to you later of you'll let me." He suggested in a low tone, his eyes fixated on her red lips.

She blushed. Taking a slight step back and slightly bending her knee, Monique provides Wes with a perfect view of her cleavage. Then as seductively as she could, she whispered into his ear, promising the man before her a night of pleasure should he promise never to leave her again.

Eyes filled with lust, he sealed his fate.

Then turning her around and taking her with him, they headed towards Michael Macdonaland, his hand grabs her ass one last time in pleasure as he feels her shiver.

Hoping to just enjoy the evening with his wife, Michael grimaced as he notices Wes Knight and his blond bimbo strut towards him. Michael didn't mind the young Mr Knight, Monique Antoinette was as fake as they come and its was her he dreaded.

"You're grimacing Michael, stop and smile" Lavinia, his wife of 30 years whispers in his ear as she turns them towards the oncoming couple.

"Yes dear," he responded as he flashed his wife a lazy grin.

"Mr Macdonaland" Wes said as they approached the elderly couple. "Mrs Macdonaland, a pleasure to meet you both, please meet my girlfriend Monique Antoinette." The couples exchange greetings.

"Your girlfriend Mr Knight? I'm sorry, I was under the impression this beautiful lady was your wife" Mr Macdonaland stated feigning ignorance.

He knew the blond wasn't his wife. In fact he had met Mrs Knight, a lovely young woman she was and for the life of him he couldn't understand what the young Mr Knight saw in Monique.

A flash of anger appeared in Monique's eyes as she bit her cheeks to stop herself from saying anything nasty. She knew they needed to stay in Macdonaland's good graces so Wes could nail the deal he wished to seal with Macdonaland Enterprises.

"She soon will be" Wes replied as her stared down lovingly at her. "Mr Macdonaland, if you don't mind I'd appreciate a quick private meeting with you."

The women both watched as the men stepped out onto the garden to have their private conversation.

"Michael..." Wes began, but was abruptly cut off as the older man of the two lifted his hand in the air to silence him.

"Please Wes let me start. I know what you want son but I'm sorry I can't give you that. I am a family man now son, I prefer to be in business with those who understand the value of family and love. You have a wife and yet you aren't faithful to her. If you can't respect that relationship, how can I trust you to respect ours?"

"I prefer to keep my business and personal separate" Wes answered.

"But you are still one in the same son, forgive me for my words but you're just hiding yourself better at work and I value transparency."

Feeling bad for the young man in front of him, he sighed. "Wes, although I promised I wouldn't be saying anything, I will only tell you this because of the relationship I once shared with your father. He was a good man. Please know it is pointless coming to me anyway, I've already signed on a business partner. By Monday we will be announcing pur merger with King Industries." With that said, he turned around and walked back inside to his wife.

Frustration was one of the many feelings that was coursing through his veins at the moment. With how the conversation went, Wes barely realized that the old man had left him alone outside.

Who on earth owned King Industries and how did they get through to the ruthless Macdonaland.

Wes was snapped out of his thoughts as a pair of hands slips down his chest into his pants and grabs his dick slowly jerking him. He was getting hard. Forcing himself to withhold the groan threatening to escape from his lips. He pulls the her hand out, straight to his mouth and swallows her finger, his tongue licking each part of it as it enters his mouth.

"Monique" he groans.

Her eyes filled with lust, she shivers.

She was wet and he knew it, he could smell her and he wanted to taste her. Grabbing Monique by her arm he yanked her towards his car in the parking lot. Frustrated at how things had gone, he knew he needed to control himself.

Monique was great in bed, she sure had a nice body and served as a great distraction whenever Wes needed it. It was why was had agreed to date her despite his wife. Monique knew about his situation with Victoria and promised to wait for him.

Ensuring that she was properly strapped in, in the passenger seat, he took of towards their loft.

Arriving at their home he glanced over at her as he watched her sleep in his passenger seat. He could feel himself coming alive again. Turning the air-conditioning up, he takes a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. They had a long night so, he'd have to hold it in at least till they reached his penthouse then he'd take her up on her promises earlier.

Once he was certain he was able to control his desires he picked up his phone to call his secretary.

"Julie, get everything you have on King Industries on my desk tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir" was all he heard as he ended the call.

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(The next morning)

Dressed in his all black Armani suit he stepped out of the elevator on to his office floor. His office was on the top floor of the 57 story building looking out onto the Dublin city. A breath taking view before him as the sun rose.

Greeting with Julie with a good morning he headed straight for his office. Eyeing the files on his desk he quickly thanks her as he shuts his door.

Once comfortable in his chair he picks up the file labelled King and began reading.

Page after page he turned, it all had her photos.

Victoria. He hasn't seen her since their wedding. She had changed so much he didn't think she could look more beautiful than the last time her saw her but clearly he was wrong. She had lost weight, he curly brown hair was now honey brown and straight, ending just a little past her shoulder and was still so beautiful.

Annoyed at the incompetence of his secretary and the reminder of what he left behind, he buzzed her phone letting her know to come into his office immediately.

A pain in his heart as he remembers his wife. Not bothering to look up from the file to confirm that it was Julie, he heard the door open and immediately without taking a second to rethink his actions he threw the file at the wall next to her.

"I asked for a file on the fucking King Industries and you send me shit about my wife?!!" He shouted.

He was annoyed at the reminder of his unfaithfulness, the reminder of what he left behind in England.

Julie barely flinched, she was used to this, Mr Knight always had a terrible temper although he never did anything to hurt her.

"Mr Knight," her voice calm and clear despite his mood. "Mrs Knight owns King Industries."

The room immediately quietened. You couldn't hear a pin drop. Taking that as her sign to leave, Julie immediately steps back out and shuts the door.

Surprise wasn't even half of what he felt. How on earth did it take his wife 2 years to accomplish what took some of the men he knew over 10 years. King industries was the largest company in England. They owned everything, from malls to football stadiums to transportation services. A feeling of pride surged through him as he thought of his wife and her accomplishments. He needed to see her. Getting up and walking towards his office door, he called out to Julie.

"Julie, call the pilot to have the jet ready in an hour, I'm heading to London. Also, let get me an invitation to the Macdonaland Masked Ball on tonight."

Not waiting for a response he picked up his things and left. He had a trip to prepare for after all, he smiled to himself as he thought of what lay ahead.