The Royal Contract

"Michael, will you move my two appointments to later or tomorrow. I need to leave for a couple of hours." He told Michael as he exited his room and moved towards the elevator.

He knew that he could not concentrate unless he had done something about his stress level. He could only think of one fastest way to release his tension.

Because, as of now, he wanted to strangle someone. He was starting to put the pieces of evidence together. He was not too keen on the direction it was going.

"Sir, you can\'t cancel on Mr. Mortey." Michael tried to reason with him not to leave. The man was one of their top investors that should not be ignored.

"Do your job? Think of a good excuse." Nick waved goodbye to him as he entered the elevator and left him to deal with the client.

He had a more important matter to attend to besides entertaining a spoiled rich client who thought the world should revolve around him.

After a few minutes, he was unlocking a door in one of the expensive condominiums in the city. He never bothered knocking since he was paying for the place.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the day?" A woman greeted him, sitting on the balcony, wearing a cute top and skimpy shorts. "Come to think of it. It has been a while since your last visit."

She stood up from his position and sexily moved towards where he stood, in the middle of the living room. As soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her waist, pulling her hard against him.

"You know exactly why I am here." He whispered in her ears as he let his lips graze the side of her neck.

His hands started moving around her back, pulling her even closer until there was barely a space between them. But he had no time to play with her.

"Do you want something to eat?" She teased him, trying to pull away.

She was a bit angry with him for making her feel like she meant nothing. But she was more disappointed with herself for ending up in this position.

Although she could not complain about the money, he provided for her and her family. Still, it would be nice if he would at least show her a bit of respect. That she was not just a paid whore he fucked when he needed his release.

"No." He told her in all seriousness, making her stop her childish notions. He pulled her with him until they both fell on the couch, with her sitting on his lap. "Take off your clothes." He ordered, not wanting to waste his valuable time.

She stood up and quickly removed the little clothes she wore while he watched her little show. He would have enjoyed playing with his latest toy, but he was on a tight schedule.

He did not care about her feelings. He was paying her enough to deal with that. He only wanted her body and a quick fuck without too much complication.

He had no time to hook with random girls every time he needed to get laid. Since Cassie went missing, it had been hard to replace her, but luckily, he accidentally found her. A beautiful desperate woman who needed assistance.

"Then, let me take care of you." She said, doing what she was paid to do. Take care of him and his needs.

She would never have agreed to this, but desperate times made her do things that she thought she would never do. However, this was better than whoring herself on the street or in a club.

At least Nick paid her more than enough to live comfortably and get her mother hospitalized. She did not mind what he did to her body, even if she had to lose her dignity.

Self-righteousness would not put food on the table or pay her mother\'s piling up hospital bills. But Nick\'s money would. All she had to do was make sure to make him happy.

"Come here." He commanded, pulling her back on his lap, letting her straddle him.

She would do, for now, he thought as he let her work on his body. But his mind went back to another woman who he wanted to occupy his bed. This time, he was not thinking about Cassie.

He was obsessing about her, about tasting her delectable body. But the time for them would come soon enough. He would have her eventually. In the meantime, he had to deal with his immediate problems first.

Daniella Hamilton would be his again. "Dani," Nick moaned her name loudly as he closed his eyes, imagining that it was her, moving underneath him.

He pictured her face as he let his hands roam all over her body. He kept saying her name as he pleasured himself at the expense of the woman writhing in his ministrations.

He did not care for her satisfaction. He only wanted his as he kept pounding on her until he had found his release. He shouted her name again, feeling the gratification of consuming his need.

Then, they lay spent on the couch for a few minutes, both catching their breaths. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked him, standing up naked after a few minutes of recovering from their recent tryst.

She still could not understand his fascination with the name. It was part of their condition. That was, once she agreed to their arrangement, she had to change her name to Dani.

The first few times he mentioned the name and referred to her, she felt weird. But now, she did not care anymore. After a while, she had gotten used to him calling her by the name.

She did not question his fetish or what the name symbolized. She was not being paid to snoop around about his personal life. She also did not plan to, not wanting additional complications in her life.

"No, I still have to go back to the office." He told her as he stood up and put back his clothes in order.

He had no plan of staying long. He had already accomplished what he came here to do. Now it was time to deal with his current problems. He had to find his enemy.

He ran his hands on his hair, fixing it with his fingers, and then walked towards the door. "Buy yourself some new clothes. Decent ones." He said, turning around to look at her still naked body.

"What would I do with my clothes?" She asked since she was comfortable wearing them.

"Burn all of them." Nick indicated the clothes that were still lying on the floor.. He believed his Dani would never be seen wearing those kinds of trashy clothes.