JEALOUS SPINSTER

ALEXEY

I should have asked that this meeting be held tomorrow, coming out late this night wasn’t part of my plans today. But oh well, this better be worth it. I plan to have a meeting with a fellow business tycoon who has an interest in using my tech security systems for two companies he is building in Africa.

I drove to the Prime Rose Hotel and it was the address given to me by Bernice. I decided to go with Oscar; one of my bodyguards, since Prime Rose, isn’t a place that I frequent I’ve never been there before, and I have never met this Mr. Derrick Monterey before; the man I will be working for.

We got to the hotel and I asked Oscar to contact Mr. Monterey.

“He said he’ll be sending one of his guards to take us to his room,” Oscar reported in his deep grim voice, while he kept his phone back in his pocket. Oscar was a huge man, a heavy weight lifter like almost every other bodyguard I have/had, he is African American, an ex-navy officer and he also happens to be a single dad, with a cute five-year-old daughter called Ariana, who I’m proud to call my goddaughter, even though I forget her birthday every year. Oscar was my oldest and most trusted bodyguard.

We sat in the hotel’s lobby and waited. Two minutes later, a huge Russian man came to the lobby, wearing a black T-shirt and black leather pants. He was almost as large as Oscar and he looked threatening too.

“Greetings,” his voice was deep and rough, thick with a Russian accent. “I am here to take you to Mr. Monterey.”

“Alright,” I stood up, but Oscar decided to take his sweet time standing up, obviously intending to be threatening and to let the new guy know that he is not one to take orders from just anyone and any ill movement would lead to intense pain and hurt for the culprit. The two huge men stared at each other intensely and in a threatening manner.

“Are you two going to keep acting like wild gorillas on heat or are you going to do your fucking job?” I asked nursing a smile at their territorial displays.

The Russian man grunted in reply before walking ahead of us, leading us towards an elevator.

We soon got in from of a room numbered fifty-four, on the fourth floor of the hotel and then the Russian man swiped a key card on the card reader. Who I saw when the door opened wasn’t who I was expecting to see; Irena dressed up in a sexy, provocative purple gown that hugged her body in the right places with laces running down the sides, revealing the smooth pale skin I yearned to feel and touch and rub against mine. She was looking as gorgeous as she always does, and her eyes were directly staring back at mine, equally surprised to see me too.

“Why are you everywhere?” she asked in an exasperating voice.

Realizing what the situation is about, there was a disturbing, burning feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I wanted to punch something, specifically someone.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a possessive tone, I could feel my blood boiling with rage.

“And who are you to question me like you fucking own me?” she was looking at me like I had gone mad.

“Did you fuck him?” I asked with spite in my voice

She scoffed. “I don’t have to deal with this.” She pushed me aside with unbelievable strength and walked off.

I wanted to go after her, but just then Mr. Monterey came into the door and opened it wider.

“Ah, you’re here. Why are you outside?” he asked laughing and completely unaware of what just happened. “come in he said smiling.”

Oscar attempted to come along with me, but the Russian man tried to stop him. “My bodyguard comes with me,” I ordered firmly.

Mr. Monterey chucked. “Nicholai, let him in,” he said waving him off.

We entered a well-furnished room.

“Good evening my friend, I am Mr. Derrick Monterey, and you must be Mr. Alexey Kojav,” he said politely with his hands stretched out for a handshake.

“It is a pleasure to meet you” I replied taking his hands in mine, trying my hardest to not squeeze it too hard while shaking it. I was furious, furious at this man for touching what’s mine.

He smiled again. He smiled too much, I want to punch the smile off and feel satisfied even for a little bit. “Please make yourselves comfortable,” he gestured toward the lounge.

I sat down tentatively, while Oscar decided to stand next to me.

Mr. Monterey took a couch opposite mine and called on one of his guards to get a bottle of scotch; Glengoli Blue 1885.

I poured myself some scotch because I needed anything to calm myself down from the rage I feel anytime I remember that he just shagged the woman I fucking want. Oscar doesn’t drink on duty.

Mr. Monterey sighed and smacked his lips in satisfaction and approval after sipping some of his drink. “Italian scotch remains one of the best scotch to be produced.” He commented nodding.

I nodded stiffly and dropped my glass back on the table with a harsh clank.

“So tell me what you think about the Prime rose hotel,” Mr. Monterey asked dropping his scotch glass and spreading his arms on the arms of the sofa while he crossed his legs.

“It’s impressive” I replied nodding stiffly while I looked around

“It was one of the first hotels, I built at the start of my success.” He said smiling fondly.

“That’s nice,” I replied trying my best to not sound too dry because I was uninterested in the conversation and would rather be having my men best him to a beat for touching what’s mine. But that itself is wrong and even more frustrating because she’s a fucking prostitute.

“Alright then,” he sat upright. “straight to business,”

Good, better start this shit and be done with it.

“In two weeks, I'll be opening my textile firm in Africa specifically Nigeria and Congo I have done my research and have concluded that your tech companies would be perfect. Your company offers the best security tech systems and I also discovered that you invented a new Security System that is becoming one of the best in the security tech industry." He said rubbing his hands together and looking at me with a serious expression.

His sources didn’t tell him that my new invention is still being tested?

“Do you specifically want to go for our new invention, or you would like to try out one of our many efficient and effective security tech inventions?” I asked, ensuring to speak clearly so I wouldn’t be misunderstood and would also know the exact thing he wants.

“I would love to work with your new invention,” he replied

“Although it isn’t public knowledge yet in the tech market, the new invention is being tested and will not be available for marketing until the test run is complete,” I picked up my scotch glass.

He groaned “and how long will that take?” he asked. There was hope in his voice, and for a moment I didn’t think too much about wanting to bash his dad against a wall

“The test run will be completed this month,” I replied taking a sip of scotch

“Your new invention is what I have made up mind to work with,” he frowned slightly as he appeared to be thinking.

“So what are you suggesting?” I asked I had a feeling that he would want to wait until the new invention is available in the market

“I will consult my board members and get back to you,” he replied after a moment of contemplation.

“Alright,” I placed the scotch glass back on the table

Seems there is nothing more to discuss, I double tapped the sofa signaling Oscar that we’ll be leaving immediately.

“Alright then, I’ll be taking my leave now,” I started standing up.

He stood up too. “I’ll see you off then,” he quickly took the final scotch drink in his glass.

The door was opened and we walked out. Oscar walked behind me, while Mr. Monterey walked next to me, with his Russian guard walking next to him.

“This meeting is supposed to be held with important board members, but I decided to treat myself to the comfort only a woman can give.” He said laughing and taking another swig of scotch

I could feel the vein throb in my head.

“She was the best woman I’ve had in a long time and I plan on doing so again,” he patted my shoulder “I always encourage my single friends to higher escorts like her and have good-”

I had done well holding my anger throughout the meeting but right now I don’t care anymore, and so I punched him; square in the face.

His bodyguard quickly tried to attack me, but Oscar was quick to come to my defense.

I angrily stormed out of the hotel, not caring about the repercussions of my action. I got in the back seat of my car, too angry to drive, while Oscar quickly got in the front seat and began driving off.

“Want to talk about what that was?” His eyes met mine from the rear mirror.

I gritted my teeth and my hands were in tight fists as my nails dug into the skin of my palms. I didn’t reply but looked away instead.

“She is the escort you were with some time ago; I have a feeling that there’s more going on between you too.”

I looked back at him and his eyes met mine through the rearview mirror again.

“I noticed how tense you were throughout the entire meeting, if that man poses as a threat to you getting what you want, with your permission, I’ll deal with him.” He sounded so reassuring and deep down, I wanted to give that order, but I decided against it, not because I gave two fucks about Mr. Monterey, but I didn’t want Irena to have more reasons to find me disgusting.

“Thank you, Oscar, just take me home.” I unclenched my fists and breathed deeply, trying to calm down

“Alright, right away.” He replied

We soon got to my mansion and worried Emelia kept on asking about what happened when she saw my expression, but getting a reply from me was honestly futile work. I told her to get back to sleep and then I went to my bar and drank more scotch, and passed out in a stupor.