From Humble Beginnings (Joe Steel) (28 page)

It doesn’t take long to dress her, even though her limbs are as limp as a doll's.  Realizing that I’ve fucked her into exhaustion, I can’t deny I strut towards the exit of the function room.  We have to pass through the still on-going party, but on the back wall, I can see an illuminated clock and calculate that we were hidden i
n our den for no less than one hour!  

Time flies when you’re having fun. 

Amused at the thought, I clutch Juliet close to my side and when I fail to feel the usual, uncomfortable sensation of my mobile digging into my ribs, I grimace in irritation.  I must have left it under the table.  Propping Juliet up against a table close to the door, I press a kiss to her lips and murmur, “I left my mobile.  Be back in a second.”

Meandering through the tables, I retreat to the head of them all and duck underneath.  The light has long since flickered off, draining the battery to almost ten per cent and automatically switching the system on to conservation mode- that’s why I didn’t spot it as we retreated from our den… which reeks of sex. 

Grinning, I make a start towards Juliet again and with my eyes focused ahead and in the dim light, fail to spot the limp foot on the floor.  Tripping, I manage to grip the edge of the table before I fall flat on my face.  On the brink of yelling at some idiot, I realize that it’s Poppy.  Her snores are heavy, they rattle through her chest and she stinks of booze. 

Peering closely at her, I realize my tripping over her has urged her into slipping off the side of her chair so that her back is flat on the ground and her legs are up in the air.  She’s that pissed she doesn’t even realize what’s happened. 

Grunting in disgust, I’m about to help her upright and into some semblance of decency, when the lights flicker on, indicating that the party is coming to an end and that clean-up is about to start. 

With her legs wavering in the air, her skirt is almost around her hips. 

It would seem that PR Poppy, the pain in the arse, is a fan of going commando. 

Feeling like a pervert, I can’t help but reach for my phone and turn on the camera app.  She’s such a pain in the arse that any fuel I have against her is something worth having. 

Taking a photo, titling it Poppy No-Knickers, I upload it into an email and send it to her. 

With a big grin on my face, I remove the chair so that she’s no longer resting at a weird angle and that she’s resting fully on the floor.  Her skirt now covers her private bits, but I have evidence. 

And the next time she bitches at me, that she grouses at me, that she calls and/or slates me, well, she won’t be able to.  Because I have this over her head.  It doesn’t matter that I’m the head of the company now.  Her arrogance knows no bounds.  But this will shut her up like nobody’s business.

Call me a bastard, but hey, it’s dog eat dog. 

And the moral of this story is…

If you want to go commando, then make sure you don’t get pissed and flash it to all and sundry.

With a perfect ending for a pretty perfect night, I whistle and return to Juliet’s side. 

Life could not be better. 

My adventures are far from over; in fact, they’re only just beginning.  With Juliet by my side, things are bound to be even more interesting. 

On my way to the top, I’ve learnt that success does not bring peace of mind.  In fact, it brings more problems.  Some people might say that it’s worth it and others not, but I’ve strived for this moment.  Strived to reach the top and now I’m there, I intend to enjoy every minute of it. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed the trials and tribulations of Bergamo.  I’d like to say that there’ll be no more high jinks over knicker factories and local police playing cowboys at dawn, but who knows.  My life has never been boring and I doubt it’ll start now.

If I meet you in the next book, bring a fan. 

My life is about to get hotter. 

Joe Steel

Managing Director