PROMISE OF DOMINANCE

Chapter 4

The room held an air of tension, filled not only with fear but an unsettling sense of mystery. A man's face on a barrel which could take his life any moment from then.

"I'm not telling you anything. Go and do whatever you want! Coward!."

"Don't underestimate what I can do."

Gerald, ever devoted to his master, found himself in the midst of a mission devoid of bloodshed.

It became clear to him that coaxing information about Olivia's whereabouts from Martin was an exercise in futility, a realization that time was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

"I will return for you, my new young friend," Gerald whispered into Martin's ear, gracefully securing his shotgun back between abdomen and belt.

"Attend to your customers, and let not a word of this escape your lips," he cautioned, gracefully departing with his associates.

Though their mission bore no fruits. He dumped the earrings he picked from the table earlier.

Gerald's plans remained intricately woven within the tapestry of his thoughts. Not even would he share them with his colleagues. Trust was not in his diction.

Outside, a gathering of about twenty people waited patiently to collect their breakfast, including a mysterious figure - Veronica, unknown to Gerald.

"Greetings. We hail from the CIA, seeking information about a missing person, and our signals led us here. Enjoy your breakfast," he declared, beckoning his team to their cars as they swiftly departed.

Later that evening, in the silent sanctuary of McCarthy's study, Veronica, adorned in a designer black-and-white dress, entered the scene and broke the haunted silence.

"Time for serious business, my boy."

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her attire, an exquisite complement to her lipstick and glasses, revealed a captivating allure. If beauty was a person, it would be her at that moment.

"Why have you been alone all day, my handsome recluse?" she inquired, her graceful movements echoing those of a beauty queen.

She circled McCarthy, tapping her fingers on his desk, attempting to engage him, yet he sat with an air of detachment tapping the tip of his pen on the white sheet which lay before him.

"I merely seek solitude, please," McCarthy replied in a hushed tone, his words seeming to carry more beneath the surface than met the ear. Veronica, attuned to subtleties, caught the nuance.

"Are you attempting to cast me away, my love?" she playfully mused, drawing nearer. She pressed a kiss to his neck, her touch working its way to his shoulders, a delicate dance of seduction unfolding.

In their world, who could resist the charm of a CEO, let alone one as handsome as McCarthy? Every woman wanted to have a taste of his cock, even one of his male friends!

For a moment, McCarthy succumbed to the allure of her hands, as they ventured to his chest. His main concentration did not shift from his desk, where the divorce document lay exposed. Olivia's refusal to sign lingered like an unsolved riddle.

"Do you miss her?" Veronica queried, her eyes fixed on the divorce agreement too.

"Hmm," McCarthy sighed. "Your task was to kindle jealousy, leading to the signing of this document. Alas, she remains steadfast. What... did you miscalculate?" He resisted the pull of desire, attempting to distance himself from her.

"But she declared her disinterest in you. Surely, that warrants a divorce. I am your witness, having captured the entire episode on camera," Veronica asserted, seated on the table, revealing her bare legs.

She kissed him passionately, declaring her rekindled affection. "I'm drawn to you once more; make me yours now that she's departed. Think of no one but me…" she enticed, leaving her mark on his ears with his lipstick print.

"NO!" McCarthy recoiled, his resolve strengthening. "You're my EX, entrusted with securing her signature for our deal. Why should I dwell on her when she still stakes a claim to my wealth? Even without a child, such a treacherous woman!" His anger manifested in the veins on his face, threatening to erupt.

"I provided evidence of her infidelity, enduring trials for your sake, McCarthy. I love you deeply," she pleaded, attempting to engage him physically. He resisted, dismissing her advances.

"Do not speak of it again. It pains me," he warned, clutching the divorce document and exiting the study.

Left alone, Veronica grappled with embarrassment, anger, jealousy, and confusion. Half-naked, she observed her lipstick's symbolic imprint on McCarthy's face. She turned her attention to his portrait, stoking the flames of desire. She inserted her finger into her V and did what would make her feel satisfied yet it was never close to enough.

Seated in his chair, she indulged in a moment of self-gratification, eyes fixed on the portrait. Her anger persisted, leading her to make a call.

"Hello, why the delay in answering?" she whispered, her voice alluring. The person on the other end strained to hear.

"Is it done?" William, the person on the other side asked.

"No, not until you assist in removing that obstacle. His mind lingers on her, hindering my path."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. Find her and kill her! Don't call me until you are done, you're money will be sent after work is complete."

Frustration led her to hurl her phone, a display of unbridled emotion. A woman possessed by such unrestrained anger is to be feared. Beautiful, yet harboring a dark side.

Seated in McCarthy's chair and using his glass, she contemplated for thirty minutes, scheming on how to seize McCarthy and his wealth. As she picked up the remnants of her phone and switched it on, a message awaited her.

, the message read.

she replied.

Armed with newfound optimism, she departed, leaving behind a door echoing with the promise of dominance.

In her mind, victory was already hers, as McCarthy would be hers alone.