Chapter 2: The Intervention

Divyansh's POV

I woke up in my penthouse, lazily stretching as the past nights pleasurable memories did nothing to soothe​ my rock hard, morning arousal.

The fact that I couldn't see any of her clothes lying anywhere implied that June was already gone. Maybe if I'd woken up a bit earlier I could've taken her at least a couple more times.

But alas! There's always a time when you get bored of the old stalk, now is there not? And the case with women is no different either.

Newbies are mostly a trouble up the ass. Getting way too overwhelming over losing their virginity and what not! 

Not a completely manageable field for me.

I've never banged a virgin, so I don't know or even want to know what it's like to open up a new parcel.

Besides, I think it's somewhat painful too. To stick your sensitive parts in an already resisting hole. Nope! Not good.

Cutting off the shower I tried to cool off.

The reason I had asked June to come over last night was because we had just arrived and I needed to release all the pent up agression from my body.

Nineteenth of June- our mother's death anniversary, for which we had to fly to Delhi and make up for a two day trip.

As usual, I already had all the arrangements done. The annual schedule was set, and my PA knew it well.

We would always unpack at one of my hotels and in the evening make a visit to our old home.

This was what she wanted. Ever since she shifted here, she would visit our old home on our mother's death anniversary. Though I never bothered to step inside the house. It somehow made her feel connected to mom. Something that never affected me.

Women, are indeed complicated creatures!

Although, my Mini is a beautifully​ grown up woman now. I'm just afraid I would hate the man who'd be marrying her. I'm clearly against all this marriage stuff but she believes in 'true love'.

I tried to explain her, that this shit didn't exist, but my sister's just so stubborn, she wouldn't listen to anyone.

However, I'm her brother too. There's nothing what Divyansh Singh Grover can't handle. If it's her marriage we are talking about. Let me be the first to interrupt.

But for now, I'm as good as a dormant volcano.

Refocusing on the business side once again, there is a small informal business associates meet that is to be held at my place, today evening.

At a very recently held meeting, Mini and I came to a conclusion that working together would not only be way more convenient but also immensely profitable, for both the groups combined or separate.  And hence the joining with my sister, 'The Interior Decor' side of the business.

I had instantly agreed, not only because her statement carried enough weight but I could also get an easy access to that bastard who's been hitting on her since the day he stepped into the office.

Grabbing my laptop I started going through the details of the current project we were handling since the past year. The architect had given me a written account of the completion in a few months so we'd soon have to go there to check out everything by ourselves.

Its a big task to go ahead with. A challenge to maintain our status on the top.

Five times in a row- we've been the leading chain of hotels, offering world class infrastructure and facilities. Our branches stand well known all over the world. And now we're expanding it to The UAE, Dubai.

TGC has always come up with the unexpected, always done exceedingly great but this was going to be huge.

We had to break our own records!

So in this moment of celebration, Mini wanted to host a small business party exclusively for our collaboration. In the long run also opening it to the general folk the new theme and design for the upcoming hotel.

It is somewhat meant to be a promotion.

Our investors know everything about the joining and they'll be there tonight. Among them would also be various news reporters, an elegant variety of models from Minaxshi's company and of course that one ass I hate the most- Humaid Ali Khan.

For now, I still had plenty of time left to get ready and leave for my home so in the meanwhile, just to be sure, I called my secretary to check up on the preparations.

It was complete. I needn't worry.

However, a weird feeling was nudging at the back of my brain. Somewhat near to anxiousness​. I've never been so worked up about anything, never given a dime about any deal I made.

But this... this was a billion dollar at stake and I can't lose this shit.

One thing I've learnt, is that the world is a selfish share market. It only gives you interest if you are willing to give up something which smells like money.

It took me years to get the hang of the industrial life, know my enemies by their gut, get the worst little slimes out of the gutter and expose their black investments.

All because of the one man that raised me to this level of accomplishment. Some people know who I really am. Some don't have a hint. And some that have a little idea are such pussies, they wouldn't​ dare challenge me.

But you know what the best thing is? I don't give two shits about what the world says behind my back, because that's exactly where they belong - behind me!

No one knows, how many low points have you gone through in your life and truth is, they don't care either.

And neither do I.

In a constant battle of kill or be killed, I just hope nothing screws up our planned endeavors for the night.

Because if anything goes out of the way, I'll be extremely pissed.

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