The BillionaireBy: Jordan Silver
She has no idea that I was coming here today. I hadn't wanted her to worry herself over the outcome, and I also didn't want her to inadvertently warn her father of my approach, sometimes the element of surprise was your greatest weapon.
It had been two days since our first meeting, a meeting that had ended with me stealing a kiss. How could I resist? Could a dying man resist an oasis in the desert? She'd been just as sweet as I'd dreamt she would be and that little taste had just whetted my appetite for more. She was expectedly skittish in my arms but that just added to her appeal. I'd promised her after that first shared kiss that I'd be back for her and I aimed to keep that promise come hell or high water. No one, not even the top cop in some little town was going to stand in my way.
Her father answered the door on the second knock. He looked about the same as his picture, which I'd had my security snap while they were doing a background check in him. I liked knowing who I'm dealing with and since he was not only the law in this town, but the father of the young woman I meant to claim I needed to know as much as I possibly could. It’s a good thing I had, but a picture was one thing, seeing the man in the flesh quite another. I called on all the etiquette-training mom had tried to drill into me as a youth not to do what I so badly wanted. I had to think of my little Blossom.
"Yes, can I help you?" Clifton Sanders was a forty five year old fit, attractive male who took good care of himself. All of that was obvious in my first cursory glance. He didn't look like the friendliest of people though if the look on his face was any indication. Before the day was over I was sure to put a frown on his already scowling face I was afraid.
"Mr. Sanders, the name's Gideon Thorpe, I'm here about a personal matter, would you mind if we took this inside?" He studied me from head to toe, taking in the expensive cut of my suit, the limo behind me and the two men standing guard at my side.
I'd chosen the limo today for just this purpose. I wanted to make a statement, that of power and utter control. It wasn't everyday I flexed my muscles but in this case there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to get my way. “I suppose come on in.”
He led us to his living room and took a seat on the couch while pointing me to one of the two armchairs across from him. I ignored him and remained standing, first tenet of the top dog. Always hold the position of power. There was a huge portrait of who I assumed was Ashley's deceased mother over the fireplace mantle.
That more than anything in my reports told me about the man. It also helped me to understand a little better why he was raising his daughter the way he was. I felt the first niggling of anger hit my gut but held it at bay. It was never a good thing to jump the gun. Things could appear one way on paper and be entirely different in reality. This was a delicate situation so I thought it best to proceed with caution, feel him out so to speak. One wrong move on his part though and I'll show him just who the fuck he was dealing with. I came here with the words of the report fresh in my mind, but yet willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. So far I wasn’t too impressed with what I’d seen.
"Before we begin let me just say that I have with me any documents you might need to verify anything I might say to you." I saw the confusion cross his face.
"You said this was personal?"
"Yes, I'll get to that. I think you should know I've had you investigated before coming here today. Both your personal and professional life, and though you may not know me, I am an honest, upstanding man of my word."
"I've heard of you, who in these parts haven't?" He leaned forward with a look of what the hell is this about on his face but I wasn’t ready to give him anything quite yet.
"Good, I have a reputation in the business world that's quite separate from who I am as a man. I like to keep my personal life just that, personal."
"Well what is it that you think I can do for you Mr. Thorpe?"
"Gideon please, and it's quite simple. I want your daughter. No let me reiterate, I mean to have your daughter." Never beat around the bush, it's just a waste of fucking time.
His anger was instantaneous, and expected.
"Get the hell out of my house." He got to his feet in anger but that little show of aggression didn't phase me, I stood my ground and stared him down. "No."