One Night of Pure Lust

Nicholas Grey awakened to the sound of birds singing. He gently opened his eyes and got struck by the bright rays of light stroking through his window and pointing directly to his eyes.

He turned around and got startled as sleep condensed his eyes while trying to imagine why he had been sleeping in his study for some days now.

He could hear the sound of his ceiling fan rotating as it does during his work days. He observed the heavy, brooding silence that descended on him; the silence and loneliness he had gotten used to.

Still feeling tired, he leaned back in his armchair and fell asleep again.

Some minutes later, he eventually woke up to the sound of pattering footsteps. He could tell there were people in his office, not one person.

He sluggishly stood up, looked around and was flabbergasted to some files and documents scattered around his study.

“Who must have been here? Who would do this to me?”

He stood there staring into space while fiddling with his keys. He turned to look at the door that connected his office to the room and frowned in confusion.

His workers knew better than to enter his office without permission unless it was urgent. But what about his best friends? Those two idiots were capable of doing anything.

Suddenly, his phone rang; it was his secretary, Miss Lance.

“Ahh” He screamed and deliberately ended the call when his eyes caught a document of a deal he closed a fortnight ago with a client over a cup of coffee.

He remembered arranging those documents in a sequential manner on his office desk but here it was scattered around his study.

“What’s going on here?” he whispered as he wandered aimlessly around the room with his eyes feasting on every important file he noticed.

He had an inner room in his office where he relaxes and uses as his study and he preferred staying there for some unsolicited reasons.

In a jiffy, he walked out of his room, ready to give his best friends a mouthful for disturbing his sleep. His eyes widened as he peeped closely and saw his staff all dressed in a blue coloured apparel.

Of course, blue was his favourite colour. ‘How could they have known and why are they dressed this way?

Before he could complete his line of reasoning, he heard a sharp shout out.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS!!!”.

He looked up and saw his name boldly inscribed on a banner which was held at both ends by all his staff. He spotted his best friends smirking at him with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Happy birthday man! More chics to you" Killian said laughing.

"Happy birthday bro! I'm not suprised your birthday didn't ring a bell to you". Matt said laughing playfully.

He was amazed and worried at the same time. How busy was I to forget today is my birthday?

He pretended and let out a fake smile with slight tears running down his cheeks.

Everyone was surprised, they had never seen their boss in such frame of mind before. He looked so fagged and exasperated and appeared in the same garb he wore the previous day. They knew who their boss was and never questioned him.

Nicholas Grey was a typical business tycoon, handsome, rich, demanding and domineering with his fierce look. He possessed a latent leonine power and walked with purpose and authority. He had a Teutonic-gold hair that was always coiffed to perfection.

People always commented on his alluring grey eyes; they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were alight with joy. Other times, they could resemble two drops of flashing fire.

He had an upturned nose and high cheekbones carved down towards an identical prominent jaw.

Above all, he was sexy looking and every lady’s dream man.

Nicholas gave a warm speech and the celebration began, he enjoyed every bit of the party.

The atmosphere was light and he had never been that happy in his entire life for a considerably long time. He ate and drank with his staff and friends and got tipsy before the party ended.

He stood with his Killian and Matt as the trio discussed about random things. He thanked them before they departed while the employees dispersed to their working post one after the other before he noticed someone was missing.

“Prisca Lance!” he muttered while hitting his palms on his desk.

He quickly reached out for his telephone and ordered her to see him immediately in his office before the next hundred seconds. Yes, he was bossy and would never take no for an answer.

While he was still pondering on why she was absent, Prisca appeared like a ghost before him. He was lost in thought and did not notice when she came in.

She wore a sleek blue gown like the other female staff but hers was extremely revealing and showing off her curves. He stared at her perfect body without uttering a single word but broke his stare when he heard Prisca mutter ‘Mr. Grey’ as he was popularly called.

“Miss… Miss Pris Lance” he slurred. “I didn’t see you earlier in my short birthday party”.