Chapter 3
(Devon Houser Lewis AKA Mr.CEO)
That girl was something else. Her red hair, mismatch eyes, and attitude. I wanted her. Well, at least her name. I dialed a very familiar number. "Dev. What do you need?" I smiled. Tyrone always knew he was only an accessory to me. "I need you to do 2 things. First I need you to find a girl. Fiery red hair, left eye blue, right eye green. A spicy attitude so maybe a criminal record. She's kinda rich or knows how to handle money. She's off to Chicago and is in college." I said, describing the angel that was getting her luggage checked.
I stayed quiet, giving Devon some time to work. "Got it! Her name is Inayah Claire Bellingham. She lived alone with her mother Iris Bellingham. She has a few speeding tickets, and restraining orders. She's fresh outta high school and is going to School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She's only 17. Fuck! What you doing fucking with a minor?" I winced. She acted older. A lot older. "How soon until she's legal?" I asked. "She turns 18 in a few weeks. Her birthday is July 15. So wait before doing anything illegal." I sighed. "Second favor, give Alpha a report on her. She'll be in the area of our pack." I ordered. At least I could get time to seduce her, and then get her. I hung up and looked up to see her waving her arms at me. An age gap of 5 years. Her mom wouldn't mind. Would she?
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The girl leaned on my shoulder. I softly kissed the top of her head. She snuggled into me. I grinned. I didn't take her for a cuddler. If she was mine we'd cuddle all day long. She somewhat crawled over the armrest and into my lap.
"I've really missed you." She mumble, still sleep. Missed who? Did she already have a lover. Her face rested on my chest and her arms wrapped around my waist. This was too goddamned tempting. I wanted to right here and right now. I really needed to wake her up. "Hey honey." I purred. She shot up like a bolt. She was breathing hard, making her breasts unmistakable. "We'll be landing soon. I thought I should wake you up." I explained. She glared. "Mr. CEO leave me the fuck alone. I need my sleep no matter how shitty it is. How do you think I got to be this pretty." She said rolling her eyes.
Wait, what did she call me? Mr. CEO. What was with that name? I stared at her. She was one fine woman. A flat stomach, delicately wide hips, an ass for miles. Perfect. She was well toned, not any fat on that body. Well except in her ass. "Do you play sports?" I asked. "I wrestle, kickbox, and do some track. But I like that arts more." Clearly if she was going to a school for the arts.
"What type of art?" I asked, curious. "All art. From painting to sketching, but I am incredibly found of acrylic pour. I really do love how you code the picture to put it on a screen. I really want to make my own movie one day." She looked awed, and she was only thinking about art. "Doesn't that require coding?" I asked. She nodded. "It's a really complicated process. I've only made short films. Imagine how hard it is to do a movie." There she went. Back into her awe of art.
I could use a coder. "Will you work for me? Coding things, designing our website and commercials. Helping me with my public face." I offered. She scoffed at me. I frowned? What was wrong with my offer? I could pay her in more money and fame she could ever get on her own. "No. I don't need anything from you."
I sighed. "You can work for me until you find another suitable job. Plus, I'll be paying you $20 an hour for just 50 hours a week." She paused, staring at me. "It's a deal." She held out a hand. I went to shake it, but she pulled it out of my reach. "It's a deal, but I get to be separate from other employees. And don't expect any office affairs with me. Though I must say, you are quite attractive." I grinned. She called me cute and said yes. "It's a deal."