Cruel Beloved

Dressed in all black with her hair tied up in a high bun, a corset wrapped around her tight little waist, and shorts so short I don’t want her to bend over in front of Barry and give him a show.

I sit back in my chair as she walks over to me, not even giving a second glance to Barry. She throws a dress on my desk. “You think you can dress me?” Carla looks down at what she’s wearing then to the dress.

“Hello, Carla, nice to see you,” I say, looking up at a very angry face.

“Oh… it’s Carla today, is it?” She scoffs staring down on me with fury evident in her eyes.

“No, rich girl?”

She taps her foot on the floor.

“You have nicknames… already? How sweet,” Barry says, making Carla’s head snap to him. Barry stands and holds out his hand. “I’m the better one of the two of us. The name’s Barry, and you must be the way-too-good-looking woman for my dick of a friend here.”

Carla looks to his outstretched hand. At first, I think she won’t take it, but she does, shaking it then offering him a small smile she never gave me. Which, in turn, makes me furious.

“Pleasure, I’m sure.” She drops his hand then turns back to me.

“Take your dress,” she spits. “And shove it where the sun don’t shine.” She spins on her toes and goes to leave.

That’s when I stand. “The party is tomorrow, Carla. You are expected to attend with me by your side.”

Carla turns around, her hand firmly on the door handle. “And I will do so, dressed in whatever I please. Definitely not with something you had your personal assistant pick out for me to wear.”

She’s more offended that I got my personal assistant to pick it out. Well, that’s interesting.

“Actually, I did ring you, though you chose to not answer.” My hands come down on the desk, hard, making a loud noise. I roll them into fists in an attempt to keep my anger at bay. Looking at her ring finger, I notice she’s not wearing my ring. “And when exactly do you plan to wear the ring I gave you?”

“What does it matter if I do or don’t? You get what you want out of this situation no matter what I do.” Turning, she steps out, then slams the door shut behind her.

“Well, I like her,” Barry says.

I completely forgot he was in the room.

“So did I.”

“You’ve completely fucked that over now, haven’t you?” Barry sits back, shaking his head with a smile that’s way too large on his face. “You had to go and record yourself fucking her. Nasty. But I still want to know when I’ll get to see that.”

I swing my head around to him from looking at the door, thinking Carla’s going to come back in any moment, but I’m wrong.

“Never! That shit isn’t for your eyes.”

“But you’re willing to make it public?”

I sit back down while shaking my head. “It was a necessity.”

“Ah-huh! I bet she’s good in bed.”

I rub my hand through my hair. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I say, eyeing him.

“No. But do you ever tell me all the details? No, you don’t. I tell you when I’ve had the best lay, and all about it. Fuck, if I recorded it, which I might do in the future, I will watch that with you. Though, unlike you, I will get her approval first. We can have popcorn and watch me fuck her into the bed. Maybe it will teach you a thing or two about how to treat a lady.”

“By fucking her into the bed,” I say, almost shocked by his words. When in reality, I shouldn’t be.

“Yes, fuck her into the bed. Trust me, they love it when you go real deep.”

“Okay, you need to leave. Don’t you have your own business to run, instead of sitting here annoying me?” I open my computer, starting it up.

Before he can answer, my personal assistant walks in. “Sir, Rock Vintage called. They asked that a purchase be charged to your card. Should I authorize it?”

“Who by?”

She cringes. “Carla Star.”

I wave my hand at her. “Yes, yes, it’s fine.”

She gives a quick sigh of relief.

“Well, she works fast,” Barry comments.

I press call, and Carla answers this time.

“You didn’t waste any time.”

“If you insist on dressing me, you might as well pay for it. You are dealing with a rich girl, after all.” Then she hangs up.

I look to the phone—one thing I hate is being hung up on. And she likes to do things that annoy me.

“I like her even more. When you’re done, can I have the tape so I can blackmail her into marrying me?” Barry asks as he stands. He holds up his hand at the look on my face. “Okay, okay, maybe I’ll wait a month for your heart to heal, because she’s going to destroy it. Of that, I’m sure.”