Business with pleasure [1/?]
Title: Business with Pleasure [1/?]
Author: gee_tarded
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: Matthew had been waiting for this opportunity to come. It was decide long before the meeting that his company would procure help from London. Dominic’s company was their best bet to acquire the right market for his business.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matthew, Dominic and Christopher, borrowed what little knowledge I have of them and used it to base their characters for my story. I own the rest of the characters that were used here.
Author's Note 1: My first time to do an AU. It was a bit of a struggle writing them in AU tbh, so kudos to those writers who are really good at this department. I'm a fan of your work. Also this is my first non one-off story, I won't be able to update this soon as the next part is still in the writing process and I don't know how many parts this will be.
Author's Notes 2: Thanks a lot to dolce_piccante for beta-ing this, giving a wonderful advice and heartfelt comments on this part ^.^ She owns the name Bello Italiano. Thanks for suggesting that name.
Word count: 2,620
Feedback would be very much appreciated.
It's that time of the month yet again. Board meeting or, as Dominic called it, ‘bored meeting’. The lad hated this task more than anything else. He’d rather have tons of documents to review and sign than listen to other members’ whines and nonsense talks. But Amy, his personal secretary, told him that this was not just an ordinary board meeting. Some man from Europe would be coming down to make a presentation about their clothing line and to seek help from them. Some man who he eventually learnt the name of, Matthew James Bellamy, the owner and President of the Bello Italiano clothing line.
Dominic Howard was the youngest President in the advertising industry. He inherited the company when his father died. Being the only son, he was taught how to run the company at the age of 21. He was now 31 and, since the day he became the President 10 years ago, the sales of the company went through the roof. He helped to make his family’s business one of the most sought-after advertising companies, striving to launch and establish their clients’ names, to make their products from Europe well-known.
Dominic was perched in his executive chair, face buried between the files for his review, and signing. He was reading the company profile he asked Amy for earlier that day. The company was planning to introduce their clothes in England as soon as possible. Dominic had been wearing said line for almost a year now, thanks to his best mate Chris. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet the brain behind the company that created the clothes he wore. So, there he was, reading every bit of information about the company for tonight’s meeting.
His concentration was interrupted when Amy buzzed him as instructed, informing him that the meeting was to start in 3 minutes. After answering Amy, Dom stood up and fixed his tie, grabbing his suit in the process.
Dominic arrived at the penthouse in the nick of time, having to run back to his office once to pick up the files he forgot to bring along with him for the meeting. He apologized upon entering, flashing his sweet smile at the members. He immediately took his seat at the far end of the conference table, simultaneously giving Mr. Simm a nod to start the meeting, oblivious of the pair of eyes watching his every move intently.
As usual, the meeting started with some comments on how their company was doing, the high-stakes competition with other ad companies, the things to do to be more competitive, and so on. Dominic, having read the agenda sheet already, let his eyes roam around the room.
He spotted Mr. Johnson, nodding not only once but twice, resembling that of a potato head. He snorted, controlling himself from laughing. His eyes then went to the next member, Mr. Hurley. He was a veteran, as they called him, and the same age as his father. He bit the inside of his mouth so as not to burst into giggles when he spotted a drop of drool on the corner of the old man’s mouth. He sniggered when he realized the reason Mr. Hurley wore heavy tinted reading glasses.
The next member he spotted was Ms. Davidson, his father’s former personal secretary, now a member of the board, the ’old fiery lady’ as they called her. Dominic wondered if she ever got laid, thinking it might be the reason why she was always grumpy and moody. He snorted at that thought.
Dominic tried to listen to Chris when he suddenly felt his skin crawl, as if someone was boring a hole into his face. His eyes slowly shifted from one member to the other until he reached the end of the table.
There he was. A new face, his head shaking side to side, eyeing him with a smirk on his lips. Dominic felt guilty about his childish act and abruptly turned his head to the front, pretending to take note of the discussion and trying to ignore the man’s presence.
It was the sound of a thick Yorkshire accent booming inside the room, that snapped Dominic out of his own little world; his best friend Chris Wolstenholme speaking in front of them.
“Okay, gents! As you already know, a clothing company from Italy contacted me to help them make their name here in Europe. I told them to make a presentation about their company to all of our board members. I’ve known this man personally for over a year, having met him while me and my wife were at Lake Como for our anniversary. He let us stay at his beautiful house for a couple of nights.”
Chris smiled gratefully at the black-haired man, the man nodding with a small smile. “I encouraged him to try our company for the help he needed and I couldn't be happier that he chose to work with us. Anyway, without further ado, I give the floor to Mr. Bellamy.” Chris ended his monologue and left the podium.
The moment Dominic heard the name, his attention was immediately caught. He followed everyone’s gaze and his eyes landed on the small man, standing and buttoning up his black suit. It was the same guy who had eyed him earlier and Dominic couldn't help but blush.
Matthew gathered his laptop and walked to the podium, Dominic not removing his eyes from him as he walked confidently to the front of the room. He eyed him from waist to head, trying to catalogue every inch of Matthew that could be seen from where he was seated.
Dominic noted how his hair was standing up outrageously, some strands literally everywhere, giving him a menacing yet sexy aura. His eyes were as blue as the water, twinkling yet, when examined, as deep as the ocean. A bottomless ocean, he noted. His lips were so thin and red, and he seemed to exude authority.
“I want to kiss those lips,” Dominic muttered. He paused when he heard himself say that and felt the tips of his ears burning. He immediately shifted his gaze to his paper, so as not to be obvious that he was ogling the stunning man.
Matthew felt every eye on him as he walked to the front, boring holes into every inch of his body, the situation making him tingle inside. Upon settling himself at the podium, he lifted his face to seek their attention, to seek someone’s attention. Matthew cleared his throat, trying to get Dominic’s attention, Dominic busy with his papers, or trying to be. The confident man decided to start his presentation.
“Good day everyone, I’m Matthew James Bellamy, President and owner of Bello Italiano, a clothing line specializing in casual wear to business attire, exclusively for men”.
The deep voice sounding inside the room with a posh Irish accent snapped Dominic out of his reverie. His eyes landed on the man in front of him. His face reddened when he noticed that Matthew’s eyes were watching him, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sneer.
The rest of the presentation was a blur, as Dominic kept his eyes on Matthew, following his every move, the elongated hands waving as he talked about their company, the lips that opened and closed as fast as lightning. Several times Matthew and Dominic would lock eyes, testing each other. It was always Dominic who gave up first and looked away, making Matthew smirk while talking.
He didn’t notice it was over until Chris tapped his shoulder. Dominic looked up at his friend.
“What?” Dominic asked in puzzlement.
“Heading to the bar room, don’t you want to join us?” Chris asked him.
Dom quickly stood up and gathered his things, heading straight to the intercom to ask Amy to get his files and leave them in his room. Dominic and Christopher walked side by side, chatting idly about Matthew’s company, how the boards were showing interest to it, Dominic having no idea what to say, as he didn’t listen to the entire process.
In the back of his mind, Dominic wanted to meet Matthew on a personal level. He was hoping that Matthew had chosen to stay for a short cocktail party, an activity Dominic enjoyed after board meetings, so he could get to know the man more.
The bar room was once part of the conference room, but since Dominic managed the business, it had been renovated. It was built for occasions such as these, celebrations after a meeting, or a party. The room was dimly lit, giving the ambience of walking into an exclusive bar in London. The walls were covered in dark red wallpaper. On the far left corner of the room, frames of their famous clients since the beginning of the business were pinned, serving as a mini-museum. The settees and chaise lounges matched the wallpaper, only lighter in hue. The tables were made of pure mahogany. The end of the room was a floor-to-ceiling window, allowing anyone to see the view outside and below. The bar was situated in the right corner, taking up one-fourth of the room, holding and keeping only the most expensive alcohols. Soft rock music emanated from the fancy speaker placed on the ceiling.
Dom approached the bartender, sitting himself on a high seat facing the window.
“On the rocks, sir?” Teddy, the young bartender, asked Dominic.
“Make that two, please.”
Dominic almost jumped out of his seat from the shock of hearing that particular voice coming from behind him, so closely behind him, he could feel the person’s breath on the nape of his neck. He felt the man’s arms brush against his back, knowing full well it was Mr. Bellamy. Dominic took a deep breath to calm his nerves and turned his head slowly to entertain their visitor.
“Mr. Bellamy, glad you could join us. My name is Dominic Howard but, please, call me Dom.” Dom flashed his charming smile at the small man and offered his right hand for a handshake, hoping the trembling would go unnoticed. Matthew eagerly grabbed his hand with both of his and shook it with enthusiasm.
“Matthew Bellamy, sir. Matt for short,” Matthew said, giving the blonde man the sweetest smile he could bestow.
“Please drop the, 'sir,'” Dominic giggled nervously. “You’re making me feel like an old man”.
“My apologies…Dom,” Matthew answered emphasizing the vowel more.
Noticing their drinks were already served, he reluctantly freed Dominic’s hand to take his drink. He motioned to Dominic about the alcohol waiting in front of him, conjuring something in his head, while trying to look busy consuming his drink.
The moment Dominic walked into the conference room, Matthew was astounded at how young and beautiful the president of the company was. He has heard stories about this man, courtesy of Chris when he stayed at his villa. Stories about how flamboyant Dominic was, a happy-go-lucky kind of person who also managed to deal with their business efficiently. The more Chris talked about Dominic, the more curious he became.
Matthew had been waiting for this opportunity to come. It was decided long before the meeting that his company would procure help from London. Dominic’s company was their best bet to acquire the right market for his business.
Matthew wanted to test just how far Dom could be flamboyant. He knew that subtle flirting would be a waste of time. He was not the type of man to close the door on opportunities, opportunities he saw earlier displayed in front of him. And so it was decided, when he was invited to this party, that he’d lay a trap for Dominic, to slowly lure him in and break the barrier that was holding back Dominic’s true personality.
Focusing on his project at hand, Matthew eyed the man beside him. He observed Dominic while drinking the scotch, how his Adam’s apple bobbed neatly in his smooth neck, Dominic’s face turning pink from the effect of the liquid. The way his hair was combed in every direction, shining like glimmering gold under the yellow dim light of the bar.
“I want to ruffle that gorgeous hair,” Matthew said to himself. His eyes stopped on Dominic’s clothing, immediately recognizing them as his own label. A smirk appeared on the dark-aired man’s thin lips. ”How lucky can I be?”
Dominic noticed the smirk. He had lost count of how many times this diminutive guy had smirked in front of him.
“What have I done? Something must have triggered it,” he told to himself. Dominic wasn’t aware that Matthew was talking to him until he felt a nudge on his left shoulder, the words, “Get it?” the only thing he heard from him.
“What?” Dominic asked Matthew, face flustered.
“I said, where did you get your clothes? They’re not yet out on the market here.” Matthew nodded his head towards Dominic’s outfit.
Dominic looked at his clothes, examined them a bit until it hit him like a hard rock. He was wearing Matt’s products, courtesy of Chris. He blushed when he looked at the questioning eyes, then shrugged.
“Chris gave them to me when he came back from Italy”, Dom said matter-of-factly.
“Reckon you like wearing them a lot. They seemed faded now.” Matthew was now behind Dominic, examining the man all the more from head to toe. “They look good on you, especially the trousers. They accentuate your bum,” he told Dominic, returning to his place again, smiling lovingly at the stunned lad.
Dominic didn’t know what to say to the bold man. His brain went into full gear to say something witty, but instead he found himself ordering another scotch before turning to leave Matthew. He excused himself quickly and walked towards the other end of the room where others were lounging, praying that Matthew wouldn’t follow. He wasn’t able to hear the dark laugh emanating from Matthew’s lips as he fled the bar.
Dominic knew Matthew had been flirting with him the entire time they were together. He was glad that he didn't have to make much of an effort to get the confident man’s attention, to lure him into his web, but it irked him that the plan he made on the way to the bar room was being ruined by Matthew.
Sitting on the settee, Dominic was relieved to see that Matthew had left him to his own devices. A quick shot of his drink was all it took for Dominic to come up with another idea.
Retaliation.
He watched Matthew mingle with the members of the Board. He could see how Matt easily gained their attention, their trust.
Dominic observed Matthew more, once in a while looking at his watch. Any moment now, Amy would call it a night, leaving him in his office all by himself. A tingling sensation ran through Dominic’s groin at the idea his mind conjured up.
“It’s been a while,” he muttered to himself.
A vibration inside his jacket pocket broke Dom’s daydream. It was a text from Amy.
Sir, I’m leaving now. Left the papers on your table that you need for tomorrow. Good night
After reading it, Dominic stood up and flattened his jacket with his hands. He stared directly at the small man, surrounded by his colleagues. He walked towards the group, facing Matthew. When he caught his eye, he beckoned him to come forward. Matthew’s eyebrow was raised as he headed towards Dominic.
“Yes?” Matt asked, upon reaching the blond.
“We have some business to discuss.”
Author: gee_tarded
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: Matthew had been waiting for this opportunity to come. It was decide long before the meeting that his company would procure help from London. Dominic’s company was their best bet to acquire the right market for his business.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matthew, Dominic and Christopher, borrowed what little knowledge I have of them and used it to base their characters for my story. I own the rest of the characters that were used here.
Author's Note 1: My first time to do an AU. It was a bit of a struggle writing them in AU tbh, so kudos to those writers who are really good at this department. I'm a fan of your work. Also this is my first non one-off story, I won't be able to update this soon as the next part is still in the writing process and I don't know how many parts this will be.
Author's Notes 2: Thanks a lot to dolce_piccante for beta-ing this, giving a wonderful advice and heartfelt comments on this part ^.^ She owns the name Bello Italiano. Thanks for suggesting that name.
Word count: 2,620
Feedback would be very much appreciated.
It's that time of the month yet again. Board meeting or, as Dominic called it, ‘bored meeting’. The lad hated this task more than anything else. He’d rather have tons of documents to review and sign than listen to other members’ whines and nonsense talks. But Amy, his personal secretary, told him that this was not just an ordinary board meeting. Some man from Europe would be coming down to make a presentation about their clothing line and to seek help from them. Some man who he eventually learnt the name of, Matthew James Bellamy, the owner and President of the Bello Italiano clothing line.
Dominic Howard was the youngest President in the advertising industry. He inherited the company when his father died. Being the only son, he was taught how to run the company at the age of 21. He was now 31 and, since the day he became the President 10 years ago, the sales of the company went through the roof. He helped to make his family’s business one of the most sought-after advertising companies, striving to launch and establish their clients’ names, to make their products from Europe well-known.
Dominic was perched in his executive chair, face buried between the files for his review, and signing. He was reading the company profile he asked Amy for earlier that day. The company was planning to introduce their clothes in England as soon as possible. Dominic had been wearing said line for almost a year now, thanks to his best mate Chris. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet the brain behind the company that created the clothes he wore. So, there he was, reading every bit of information about the company for tonight’s meeting.
His concentration was interrupted when Amy buzzed him as instructed, informing him that the meeting was to start in 3 minutes. After answering Amy, Dom stood up and fixed his tie, grabbing his suit in the process.
Dominic arrived at the penthouse in the nick of time, having to run back to his office once to pick up the files he forgot to bring along with him for the meeting. He apologized upon entering, flashing his sweet smile at the members. He immediately took his seat at the far end of the conference table, simultaneously giving Mr. Simm a nod to start the meeting, oblivious of the pair of eyes watching his every move intently.
As usual, the meeting started with some comments on how their company was doing, the high-stakes competition with other ad companies, the things to do to be more competitive, and so on. Dominic, having read the agenda sheet already, let his eyes roam around the room.
He spotted Mr. Johnson, nodding not only once but twice, resembling that of a potato head. He snorted, controlling himself from laughing. His eyes then went to the next member, Mr. Hurley. He was a veteran, as they called him, and the same age as his father. He bit the inside of his mouth so as not to burst into giggles when he spotted a drop of drool on the corner of the old man’s mouth. He sniggered when he realized the reason Mr. Hurley wore heavy tinted reading glasses.
The next member he spotted was Ms. Davidson, his father’s former personal secretary, now a member of the board, the ’old fiery lady’ as they called her. Dominic wondered if she ever got laid, thinking it might be the reason why she was always grumpy and moody. He snorted at that thought.
Dominic tried to listen to Chris when he suddenly felt his skin crawl, as if someone was boring a hole into his face. His eyes slowly shifted from one member to the other until he reached the end of the table.
There he was. A new face, his head shaking side to side, eyeing him with a smirk on his lips. Dominic felt guilty about his childish act and abruptly turned his head to the front, pretending to take note of the discussion and trying to ignore the man’s presence.
It was the sound of a thick Yorkshire accent booming inside the room, that snapped Dominic out of his own little world; his best friend Chris Wolstenholme speaking in front of them.
“Okay, gents! As you already know, a clothing company from Italy contacted me to help them make their name here in Europe. I told them to make a presentation about their company to all of our board members. I’ve known this man personally for over a year, having met him while me and my wife were at Lake Como for our anniversary. He let us stay at his beautiful house for a couple of nights.”
Chris smiled gratefully at the black-haired man, the man nodding with a small smile. “I encouraged him to try our company for the help he needed and I couldn't be happier that he chose to work with us. Anyway, without further ado, I give the floor to Mr. Bellamy.” Chris ended his monologue and left the podium.
The moment Dominic heard the name, his attention was immediately caught. He followed everyone’s gaze and his eyes landed on the small man, standing and buttoning up his black suit. It was the same guy who had eyed him earlier and Dominic couldn't help but blush.
Matthew gathered his laptop and walked to the podium, Dominic not removing his eyes from him as he walked confidently to the front of the room. He eyed him from waist to head, trying to catalogue every inch of Matthew that could be seen from where he was seated.
Dominic noted how his hair was standing up outrageously, some strands literally everywhere, giving him a menacing yet sexy aura. His eyes were as blue as the water, twinkling yet, when examined, as deep as the ocean. A bottomless ocean, he noted. His lips were so thin and red, and he seemed to exude authority.
“I want to kiss those lips,” Dominic muttered. He paused when he heard himself say that and felt the tips of his ears burning. He immediately shifted his gaze to his paper, so as not to be obvious that he was ogling the stunning man.
Matthew felt every eye on him as he walked to the front, boring holes into every inch of his body, the situation making him tingle inside. Upon settling himself at the podium, he lifted his face to seek their attention, to seek someone’s attention. Matthew cleared his throat, trying to get Dominic’s attention, Dominic busy with his papers, or trying to be. The confident man decided to start his presentation.
“Good day everyone, I’m Matthew James Bellamy, President and owner of Bello Italiano, a clothing line specializing in casual wear to business attire, exclusively for men”.
The deep voice sounding inside the room with a posh Irish accent snapped Dominic out of his reverie. His eyes landed on the man in front of him. His face reddened when he noticed that Matthew’s eyes were watching him, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sneer.
The rest of the presentation was a blur, as Dominic kept his eyes on Matthew, following his every move, the elongated hands waving as he talked about their company, the lips that opened and closed as fast as lightning. Several times Matthew and Dominic would lock eyes, testing each other. It was always Dominic who gave up first and looked away, making Matthew smirk while talking.
He didn’t notice it was over until Chris tapped his shoulder. Dominic looked up at his friend.
“What?” Dominic asked in puzzlement.
“Heading to the bar room, don’t you want to join us?” Chris asked him.
Dom quickly stood up and gathered his things, heading straight to the intercom to ask Amy to get his files and leave them in his room. Dominic and Christopher walked side by side, chatting idly about Matthew’s company, how the boards were showing interest to it, Dominic having no idea what to say, as he didn’t listen to the entire process.
In the back of his mind, Dominic wanted to meet Matthew on a personal level. He was hoping that Matthew had chosen to stay for a short cocktail party, an activity Dominic enjoyed after board meetings, so he could get to know the man more.
The bar room was once part of the conference room, but since Dominic managed the business, it had been renovated. It was built for occasions such as these, celebrations after a meeting, or a party. The room was dimly lit, giving the ambience of walking into an exclusive bar in London. The walls were covered in dark red wallpaper. On the far left corner of the room, frames of their famous clients since the beginning of the business were pinned, serving as a mini-museum. The settees and chaise lounges matched the wallpaper, only lighter in hue. The tables were made of pure mahogany. The end of the room was a floor-to-ceiling window, allowing anyone to see the view outside and below. The bar was situated in the right corner, taking up one-fourth of the room, holding and keeping only the most expensive alcohols. Soft rock music emanated from the fancy speaker placed on the ceiling.
Dom approached the bartender, sitting himself on a high seat facing the window.
“On the rocks, sir?” Teddy, the young bartender, asked Dominic.
“Make that two, please.”
Dominic almost jumped out of his seat from the shock of hearing that particular voice coming from behind him, so closely behind him, he could feel the person’s breath on the nape of his neck. He felt the man’s arms brush against his back, knowing full well it was Mr. Bellamy. Dominic took a deep breath to calm his nerves and turned his head slowly to entertain their visitor.
“Mr. Bellamy, glad you could join us. My name is Dominic Howard but, please, call me Dom.” Dom flashed his charming smile at the small man and offered his right hand for a handshake, hoping the trembling would go unnoticed. Matthew eagerly grabbed his hand with both of his and shook it with enthusiasm.
“Matthew Bellamy, sir. Matt for short,” Matthew said, giving the blonde man the sweetest smile he could bestow.
“Please drop the, 'sir,'” Dominic giggled nervously. “You’re making me feel like an old man”.
“My apologies…Dom,” Matthew answered emphasizing the vowel more.
Noticing their drinks were already served, he reluctantly freed Dominic’s hand to take his drink. He motioned to Dominic about the alcohol waiting in front of him, conjuring something in his head, while trying to look busy consuming his drink.
The moment Dominic walked into the conference room, Matthew was astounded at how young and beautiful the president of the company was. He has heard stories about this man, courtesy of Chris when he stayed at his villa. Stories about how flamboyant Dominic was, a happy-go-lucky kind of person who also managed to deal with their business efficiently. The more Chris talked about Dominic, the more curious he became.
Matthew had been waiting for this opportunity to come. It was decided long before the meeting that his company would procure help from London. Dominic’s company was their best bet to acquire the right market for his business.
Matthew wanted to test just how far Dom could be flamboyant. He knew that subtle flirting would be a waste of time. He was not the type of man to close the door on opportunities, opportunities he saw earlier displayed in front of him. And so it was decided, when he was invited to this party, that he’d lay a trap for Dominic, to slowly lure him in and break the barrier that was holding back Dominic’s true personality.
Focusing on his project at hand, Matthew eyed the man beside him. He observed Dominic while drinking the scotch, how his Adam’s apple bobbed neatly in his smooth neck, Dominic’s face turning pink from the effect of the liquid. The way his hair was combed in every direction, shining like glimmering gold under the yellow dim light of the bar.
“I want to ruffle that gorgeous hair,” Matthew said to himself. His eyes stopped on Dominic’s clothing, immediately recognizing them as his own label. A smirk appeared on the dark-aired man’s thin lips. ”How lucky can I be?”
Dominic noticed the smirk. He had lost count of how many times this diminutive guy had smirked in front of him.
“What have I done? Something must have triggered it,” he told to himself. Dominic wasn’t aware that Matthew was talking to him until he felt a nudge on his left shoulder, the words, “Get it?” the only thing he heard from him.
“What?” Dominic asked Matthew, face flustered.
“I said, where did you get your clothes? They’re not yet out on the market here.” Matthew nodded his head towards Dominic’s outfit.
Dominic looked at his clothes, examined them a bit until it hit him like a hard rock. He was wearing Matt’s products, courtesy of Chris. He blushed when he looked at the questioning eyes, then shrugged.
“Chris gave them to me when he came back from Italy”, Dom said matter-of-factly.
“Reckon you like wearing them a lot. They seemed faded now.” Matthew was now behind Dominic, examining the man all the more from head to toe. “They look good on you, especially the trousers. They accentuate your bum,” he told Dominic, returning to his place again, smiling lovingly at the stunned lad.
Dominic didn’t know what to say to the bold man. His brain went into full gear to say something witty, but instead he found himself ordering another scotch before turning to leave Matthew. He excused himself quickly and walked towards the other end of the room where others were lounging, praying that Matthew wouldn’t follow. He wasn’t able to hear the dark laugh emanating from Matthew’s lips as he fled the bar.
Dominic knew Matthew had been flirting with him the entire time they were together. He was glad that he didn't have to make much of an effort to get the confident man’s attention, to lure him into his web, but it irked him that the plan he made on the way to the bar room was being ruined by Matthew.
Sitting on the settee, Dominic was relieved to see that Matthew had left him to his own devices. A quick shot of his drink was all it took for Dominic to come up with another idea.
Retaliation.
He watched Matthew mingle with the members of the Board. He could see how Matt easily gained their attention, their trust.
Dominic observed Matthew more, once in a while looking at his watch. Any moment now, Amy would call it a night, leaving him in his office all by himself. A tingling sensation ran through Dominic’s groin at the idea his mind conjured up.
“It’s been a while,” he muttered to himself.
A vibration inside his jacket pocket broke Dom’s daydream. It was a text from Amy.
Sir, I’m leaving now. Left the papers on your table that you need for tomorrow. Good night
After reading it, Dominic stood up and flattened his jacket with his hands. He stared directly at the small man, surrounded by his colleagues. He walked towards the group, facing Matthew. When he caught his eye, he beckoned him to come forward. Matthew’s eyebrow was raised as he headed towards Dominic.
“Yes?” Matt asked, upon reaching the blond.
“We have some business to discuss.”