C3 Chapter 3

Stefan

I saw Mark with his beautiful kid the following morning, and I couldn't get her out of my brain. She seemed so youthful and innocent. How on earth could a man like Mark have a daughter who is such a hottie?

I had never seen a hotter body than hers. My mouth was watering just looking at her gorgeous tits and her voluptuous behind. Just thinking about her was making me feel hard. I knew she would make a wonderful woman. Nadia, after all, had it all—young, attractive, with huge brown eyes and an unrelenting ass.

Getting her out of my brain required an enormous amount of work. I had to concentrate on the documents that would formally put an end to the Pink Flamingo. I wanted to get Nadia a new job, even though it was absurd. Since I hadn't really spoken to her, I wasn't sure why I should have been concerned. Would she be interested in a job at The Grand? I was dreaming when Lisa, my secretary, buzzed me.

I sighed in frustration as I answered the call with reluctance. I detested chatting on the phone, and it was hardly eight in the morning. Stan and I had been out drinking till the early hours of the morning, so I also had the hangover of a lifetime. Although I pretended to be doing him a favour, I had actually been relieved to have Nadia as a diversion. We would strike at least half a dozen bars.

As I closed my eyes, my thoughts turned to the night before and I wished I was somewhere other than at work.

Sure! We'll shoot three more times. Stan let out an excited shout. Laughing, I took the whiskey shot and knocked it back without even flinching.

"I must go," I growled. "I have work tomorrow."

"Avoid being a pussy! You must not enter!" Stan put his arm around my neck and drew me in, acting as though we were fraternity brothers intoxicated.

Jesus, dude! Leave now! Stan reached for another shot, but I yanked his arm away and threw it back. Stan winced but shook his head, returning to his foolish smile.

Yes, indeed. What's agitating you so much? Stan queried.

I exhaled. "Today, I saw the cutest girl." That scumbag who was rooting around in my dumpster was her father. Do you recall the one I mentioned earlier?

Jon puts on a show. "Oh my god. Once more, what was her age? My friend grinned and took a swig from a lime.

Nineteen? I get it. She just received her high school diploma.

"Oh my god! That's youthful, man. As in, quite young.”

At that point, it was my time to smile, though it was more of a dejected grimace. I know, fuck off. These days, they appear to be getting younger and younger. I shrugged and let out a sigh. She's a child, though, and I can't really offer anything to a child. For heaven's sake, I might be her father; she wouldn't want some old man."

"Nope, everything's fine," Stan bellowed as he took another shot.

"It is irrelevant. In any case, I won't be seeing her again.

"Did you not tell me that her dad wants to dig in the dumpster at The Grand once more?"

With a nod. Stan smiled at me and shrugged.

That's your chance, then! Track down that old bastard and make a bargain. Retrieve his daughter from the trash can. Whatever works, guy, even though it sounds corny. You won't get another chance if you don't.”

I was torn with the fact that I knew Stan was correct. What, getting a gorgeous, naive girl in return for dumpster diving? Would any man in his right mind consent to that? However, we were discussing Mark Butler, after all. For two cents, that person would sell his soul to the devil.

I was startled out of my trance when my phone buzzed once more, winking as I grabbed for the receiver.

"What?" I complained. I sipped from my steaming hot coffee, hoping it would give me a magical energy boost.

"Hello, Mr. Stefan, this is, uh, Mark Butler," declared Lisa. Alright, my love, my love. Who was the person who happened to be at the door? Perhaps he had Nadia with him.

"What is his desire?" I growled.

Lisa said rather softly. "I'm not really sure. Would it be okay if I called security?

I exhaled. Mark had to have a good reason for being here. Most likely the dumpster business once more.

"Take him in."

Lisa hung up, muttering, "Um, sure boss."

I scowled as I carelessly combed through my brown hair. What brought Mark here? Was he attempting to extract a bribe from me? Did he want to tell me about anything he found in the trash that was worth something? He knocked on the door, and I squeezed my lips firmly together, narrowing my eyes.

It was not a long wait for me. The door opened in a few seconds, and Mark walked right in. He appeared considerably worse than he had under my office's fluorescent lights. His face was marred by adult acne and scars, and his hair was oily.

"Mr. Stefan's Man!" Mark exclaimed with joy, as though we were the closest of friends. He stood in the large entryway and held out his arms.

"Mr. Butler, take a seat."

With a cackle, Mark limped into my office. He headed towards the seats in front of my desk, slamming the door behind him.

With a toothy grin, Mark said, "Nice setup," surveying the opulent area with its solid oak desk and unhindered view of the Strip below. When he grinned, I noticed that the man had several decayed teeth in the rear in addition to three gold teeth. As a gust of his body odour drifted across my desk, I curled my lip in disgust.

"What has brought you here?" I was able to do so politely.

Is it genuine silver? Mark pointed to the glistening vase behind me and said.

"Yes," I answered, 'It was a gift. It is in Italian. very costly and uncommon.

Italy? You're an Italian man, then? WINK Mark.

"Is it important?" I tried to remain patient as I squinted my eyes and inhaled deeply. “Mr. Butler, why are you here?”

He disregarded my question entirely. Fascinating. Although she wasn't Italian, my great aunt was from Italy. Mark folded his hands across his protruding abdomen and reclined in the chair.

I let out a sharp breath and gave him a grumpy glare.

"Mark, what do you want?

With a snort, Mark surveyed my workplace.

"You have a pleasant workspace, Randolph Stefan. Mark leaned forward and spoke softly. "You also got a really nice hotel, and men like you have got nice, big money." "But as for me, I don't have much."

"Yes, all right, and?" With every passing second, my irritation level increased.

"Well, I understand your interests," Mark remarked with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, truly?" I leaned forward and asked. And what kind of thing is that?

Mark ducked once more. Would it be okay if I took a sip of that coffee? Mark gestured toward my coffee machine and asked.

I nodded ever so slightly, my jaw clenched, without answering.

“Good!” Rising to his feet, Mark poured himself a cup of coffee, turned, and took a slow sip.

"Assured?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah." Mark gave a quick lip-smack and resumed his seat. You know what I like, again. I'm aware of your desires. Is that not my daughter? You want a piece of Nadia after seeing her yesterday, don't you?

I almost choked on it. How was that known to him? Normally, I'm as smooth as butter. Even in the worst of situations, nobody can know what I'm thinking.

How come? My eyes went narrower. "Avoid being ridiculous."

"I noticed how you were glancing at her. If I claimed she wasn't a gorgeous piece of ass, I would be lying. Nice figure. Beautiful face. As he took another sip of his coffee, Mark acknowledged, "She gets it from her mother."

I gave a headshake. I said in a harsh voice, "I wanted to make sure she wasn't stealing anything." "It's true. as her elderly man.” I could feel my heart pounding and my hands starting to get hot, but there was no way Mark could see that.

"Whoa, what a horrible liar you are!" Mark sputtered. With a loud belch, he drained the last of his coffee and set the mug down.

"Mr. Butler, could you just get right to the point? From me, what do you want?

The senior citizen grinned. It's simple. You want what I have, and I want what you have. "So why not engage in a modest exchange?"

"What in the world are you discussing?" I growled. Now my finger was on the security button. This guy was a real douche, not because I was terrified. Evidently, being an asshole doesn't require wealth. Mark Butler might be himself and try Jesus' tolerance.

He seemed to read my mind as he grinned. "Rich boy, I want some nice money." And I'll give you Nadia in exchange.

My jaw dropped open. Was this repulsive old man genuinely attempting to sell his daughter? I was disgusted and immediately regretted it. However, for fun, I chose to comply.

"You desire money in return for your lovely daughter? Which kind of a man are you? I raised my eyebrows and asked icily.

Mark gave a shrug. "What else is there? Just a man trying to make a buck?"

I nodded, as though I was genuinely thinking about his offer. Now let's talk in hypothetical terms. If I agreed to this brief trade, how much would you want?

After pausing briefly, Mark began to pick at his teeth. It took him some time to respond.

"Five hundred dollars should be enough. Yes, it seems correct.

I chuckled. Just 500 people? Would you be willing to sell your daughter to me for just $500? To me, that sum seemed insignificant. But my cock was increasing along with my disgust. To put it mildly, it was exciting to consider having Nadia, seeing her every day, and having her at my disposal. With a girl like that around all the time, life could be quite nice.

Her father sighed. Mark answered, "Yeah, for however long you want her." "I'll take her back after I've settled everything." I took a seat back in my chair and considered his offer.

"Are you really serious?"

Mark whistled and nodded. "As grave as it gets," he declared. He gave me a wink, like we were plotting together. "It's not like you're doing anything illegal, and she's eighteen."

"That's right," I said glumly, without even trying to mention that the entire transaction was probably unlawful.

"So?" Mark sat up straight. His hands were rubbing together in anticipation of the money, and his eyes were beaming. I was unsure. I was considering purchasing Mark's kid, even though I knew it was wrong because I had accused him of being a human trafficker. How incredibly bizarre and ironic at the same time. But Nadia was more of a want to me than any woman had ever been. Even after only five minutes of meeting her, I could still picture her gorgeous curves. Furthermore, wasn't dating in general similar to purchasing a woman? Purchase her supper and drinks.and perhaps be fortunate in return? Yes, it's transactional, but that's just the nature of the world.

Perhaps this was not as horrible as it seemed. Perhaps it was just removing the "dating" portion in the midst.

I said in a silky voice, "I'll give you five thousand dollars." And Nadia for a month is what I want. She returns to you after that, and everything will seem to have happened at that point. Said I. Mark would never have realised that my heart was thumping like a drum because of the steady, calm tone in which I spoke.

Mark gave a round of applause before bolting from the chair.

Mr. Stefan, oh boy! That is a really big thing! Mark gave me a firm handshake. I gave a stiff smile.

I said, "Calm down." "This agreement is only between us. Nobody else discovers it. Do you have that? Mark dropped back into the leather seat, glanced over his shoulder, and nodded.

Oh, indeed. Of course. With a gesture of pulling a zipper across his mouth, he declared, "My lips are sealed."

Like a relaxed male animal, I reclined in my chair.

"When will you bring Nadia to me then?"

Mark flashed me a sly smile that revealed his golden teeth. "As soon as I receive the money," he stated, his face lighting up with a sly smile. When did you consider? Money is what keeps the world turning.

I paused to think, my fingers curled under my chin. This can be a grave error.

Alternatively, it might be the most exciting thing I've ever done.

I crossed my office without saying anything to Mark and unlocked the safe I kept hidden beneath a replica of a Doré artwork. I closed the safe and went back to my desk after taking $5,000 out of it.

I continued, smoothly, "You're to bring Nadia to me tomorrow," as I ran my fingers over the crisp banknotes. "Are you getting this?"

Mark was drooling almost from the sight of all the green that I was holding. "Oh, yeah," he blurted out. "We struck a deal." He extended his hand. After a little pause, I took hold of his hand and abruptly shook it.

This way. And in the next two seconds, Mark grabbed the money from me and grinned avariciously.

Mark smirked and added, "Nice doing business with you, Mr. Rich Guy." After placing the money in a small bag, he turned around and left my office, closing the door behind him.

I let out a breath and returned to my chair. What had I gotten myself into just now? The deal was exciting and nerve-wracking to think about. Though Nadia was a dream, how absurd is that? Had I truly just purchased her? I turned to face the Pink Flamingo papers that were sitting on my desk once more. Nadia would no longer require the Pink Flamingo because she would be with me. Without a doubt, that location was toast. I smiled and sipped my coffee once more. This was going to become interesting.