"I visited the docks yesterday to see that all we had ordered had been delivered. Every single one of it with no pin left loose. Congratulations J.K., you've successfully extirpated the entire Bear clan," Keelan explained to his friend as he took a sip of his Hennessy, trying to gauge his friend's reaction, which wasn't exactly much.

"Hmm. . ." Jordan replied absentmindedly as he swirled the cup of bright red drink in his right hand, staring directly at the switch on his desk lamp, which took the colour green. He was seemingly having a heated conversation with the green-coloured switch through his eyes.

Keelan continued watching his friend, trying to read him like always, but he knew it was only a waste of time and effort. His friend was a stubborn man with stone-cold stolid features. A man who never showed emotions. His friend was someone who if anyone attempted to read or predict his actions, they would only run mad with gazillion questions running through their minds about this indecipherable man.

But as for Keelan, trying to understand his friend was like a recipe for an impending migraine and he couldn't afford the luxury of one right at the moment so he tried to change the subject.

"Mom and Dad send their greetings," he tried again but was still met with the same detached and abstracted "hmm. . ." from his friend. 

'Was he still brooding over the brutal acts he had committed about a week or two ago?' Keelan thought.

Jordan always became overly withdrawn - even more than he usually is - after he had 'taken care' of the trespassers of his territory, in other words, after ending their entire existence and wiping their lineage off the face of the Earth. He always tried to act like it didn't affect him but after all, the man still had a heart. Keelan knew that much, at least. 

Usually, his brooding only lasted for two days at maximum, yet it had already been a week since the rather bloody night. Keelan couldn't help but ponder on what could actually be running through Jordan's mind. He was quite certain it wasn't the event from the uneventful night and it wasn't any time close to the D-day yet, so it had to be something else but what? Keelan couldn't place his finger on.

He blinked, already feeling the fast train of the approaching migraine as it wrapped around his temple. He rested his back against the sleek and lustrous chair in which he sat before attempting to try for the last time.

"How did your business meeting go in Napa valley?" he finally asked. 'That was sure to snap him out of wherever he had drifted to.' Keelan thought because he knew his friend was a businessman who put his entire focus on his work. 

His omphalos was his business with Carol included but he was really passionate about his companies and he had never allowed anything else to distract him. He was a man who had perfect control over his private life and his work life. He didn't have a boundary between both areas, he was the boundary. 

But Keelan had no idea how wrong he was with his theory. What was currently running through his friend's mind was no mere distraction. Add two long hot legs, a voluminous ass, bodacious breasts, voluptuous qualities and to top it off, amazingly emerald green eyes, now that was a rather extraordinary and out-of-this-world distraction.

"Good," Jordan replied absentmindedly. He was paying zilch attention to what his friend was sputtering. He could only grasp the whispers of his words as they breezed past his ears.

"You stayed there longer than you said you would. Was there a problem?" Keelan enquired further as he refilled his glass and took a sip.

It was true, he had stayed there for three days instead of the usual one day he had originally planned on staying for, but it wasn't because there was any problem with his business. Rather, he was the problem himself.

He couldn't bring himself to pay attention during the meeting, something that had never happened before. His mind would always drift towards a certain green-eyed temptress and the topic that was being discussed would only enter into his right ear and float right out the left one. 

They had had to postpone the meeting twice for this reason, this - never been experienced before - event not going unnoticed by his employees but they knew better than to make any comments. After the second postponement, determinedly, he had willed his brains to take charge of the situation and not his cock.

It had been a difficult task but he had grasped some paramount details from his employees and he had successfully relayed his messaged to them for the perfect outcome of his endeavors as it had always been and should continue to be.

As of now, his mind conjured diverse dirty thoughts on how to take the sensationally striking and appealing enchantress, completely dislimning all Keelan was saying to him. He had work to do, papers that required his signature and files that demanded rapt auditing from him but he was finding it quite difficult to focus. 

Hell, he couldn't even move his eyes from the green switch on his lamp, one having a semblance with the seemingly glowing emerald green eyes of his sister's therapist as they had peeked through the glasses that had sat on the bridge of her nose.

"No. There was no problem. I just had some other things to take proper care of," he responded gruffly, the lie coming out smoothly through his lips.

He needed to get his head straight and get all his work done. As he finally struggled to shift his eyes from the green switch to reach for a file which had the bar chart of the ratings of their total sales from the previous month, his brain decided to torture him by sending particular images through his cranial nerve which ran through the optic chiasma and retina, causing him to visualise the image as though it were right before his eyes. 

Withdrawing his extended arm, he sunk back into his black seat. He stiffled a groan as he felt his member rise between his thighs, tugging at his pants. 

His brain had besieged him with the image of her plump lips as they had moved while her euphonious voice - enveloped in the seductive locutions of her Australian accent - had slipped out of them. 

It also bestowed upon him the facsimile of her sexily kenspeckle boobs which had screamed 'bite me!' Consequentially, he was finding it more arduous to do his work and with the impossibly growing bulge in his pants, he came to a resolve.

With that resolution, he promptly shut his laptop, making Keelan - who had been watching him - raise his eyebrow in question while meagerly sipping his Hennessy. His fists tightened in determination on the desk as his desires overwhelmed him. 

He knew what he must do.

• • • 

The beautiful half Australian, half American woman sat behind her desk as she stared intently at her mobile phone, her expression completely blank, a total contrast to the myriad of thoughts that ran through her mind.

She was dressed in less formal attire since it was a Friday. A simple blue jean trouser with single rips on both knees, a black top that stopped right above the hem of her jean, revealing a tad bit of her stomach and the slightly dim yellow long jacket she had worn on the outfit hung off the coat rack standing a few feet from the door. 

She paired the entire outfit with a black Converse, dabbed with little specks of white and tetrahedral shaped diamond stud earrings sat on her ears. Her right wrist had her emerald bracelet around it and a fitted black wristwatch was laced around her left one. Her neck was bare of any jewelry and her golden brown hair was in bun. The light brown roots were held together and the golden tips were rolled, forming a golden doughnut.

Her eyes continued to stare at the words on her phone. She was unable to lift her gaze as she stared blankly, the never leaving guilt eating deep into her, totally violating the orders her mother had given her.

She had just finished a session with a patient and her lunch had been delivered. She was about to eat while reading the paranormal romance novel she had bought, when a text had entered her phone from her mother.

It was a usual routine for her to text her mother every morning when she woke up, afternoon at lunch and at night after work. It always served as a form of comfort and a way to assure herself that her mother had nothing against her. It was also a way to somehow reduce the guilt she had always felt by showing her mother that she cared deeply about her and that she was her most prioritized responsibility.

The text she currently gazed upon read,

"Make sure you have lunch before your next session and have a wonderful day ahead, Mera. And remember honey, I hold nothing against you. I love you, darling."

Her mother never hesitated to drop hints of consolation while trying not to make it seem like she pitied Emerald, which was the last thing she sought from anyone. She despised being pitied or looked down on. That wasn't Emerald.

The reassurance was comforting. It seemed like nothing but a simple text but she gnawed at the bits of solace it gave her. She finally dragged her eyes from the device and looked to the little white customized bag with the logo of a burger on it, containing her meal. She had lost her appetite.

"M-miss Pearce?" Claire's voice called from the intercom. She sounded a bit off but Emerald was in no mood to take notice.

"Hmm. . ." She replied absentmindedly, her eyes still on the paper bag as she gently ran her thumb across the screen of her phone.

"Y-you have a visitor. Should I s-send him up?" She stuttered unsurely, her voice filled with terror. It was unlike Claire but Emerald was still too out of her element to pick that up.

"Hmm. . ." she agreed abstractedly, earning an unsure 'ok' from Claire before the intercom went off. 

Her eyes glided towards the styrofoam cup holding her black coffee and she picked it up, tossing her phone on the desk before she pushed out of her chair and walked to the floor to ceiling window in her black flip flops, her anklet hanging loosely around her small ankle. She stared at the passing vehicles and pedestrians, her mind far away as she became oblivious to her surrounding. Oblivious to who had entered the room.

Jordan pushed open the door to the familiar office, an office he never thought he would ever willingly return to. He walked in, taking in the regal yet simple arrangements and his eyes searched the room for the woman that, in the past week, had caused him countless arousals and cold showers just at the mere thought of her.

His search came to a stop as he finally spotted her standing by the window, sipping a cup of coffee. He let his eyes skim down her body as he ultimately took in her full body. There was no desk to shield her from him this time.

At the sight of her, his throat ran dry and his rod sprang up, making all the motivational speech and words of chastity he had rained on his dick on his way here, seem useless. Seemingly, he had no control over his own arousal, something that had never been a problem before.

His eyes began from her golden brown hair which was pulled up into a bun, running down her spotless neck and clothed back, which revealed a little bit of her skin above the hem of her jean. 

He explored lower from her pretty small waist to her perfectly curved hips, which were rather voluminous but it fit her stature perfectly. His eyes came to an abrupt stop at the sight of her ass. He swallowed thickly. The sight before him had way surpassed his fantasy of what he had assumed the size of her ass to be.

She was heavenly gifted, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, the creature that had created her had also had the same tremendous urge to take her like he currently had.

He reluctantly followed her jean, not wanting to take his eyes off the substantial delicacy standing before his eyes. He took in her flawlessly straight legs, her small ankles which had a little golden anklet wrapped around the right one and the black little flip flops that encased her small feet.

He continued to stare for a long while, not making a sound and she continued torturing and blessing him by bestowing upon him such an amazing view. 

Still watching, he saw as she lifted her right hand which wasn't holding the styrofoam cup and brought it to rest above her left breast before closing her eyes. She soothingly rubbed over her swells as she let out a shudder.

For some reason, that simple gesture seemed to turn him on even more. She wasn't touching herself in a seductive way. It looked more like she was rubbing an injured spot, but his fantasies had a mind of their own as they forged images of her touching and pleasuring herself right in front of him. Resultantly, his dick hardened even more, if possible. 

After a few minutes, he watched her eyebrows furrow before she suddenly whirled around, presumably just sensing his presence.

She looked shocked as her green eyes, which weren't hidden behind her glasses, were wide, making her look even hotter, not forgetting cute if that were even possible. She recovered after a few seconds and confusion replaced the surprised expression as she tilted her head a bit to the side in question.

The surprised expression was also gone as soon as it had appeared, leaving only a blank stare which mirrored his signature catatonic and gelid one. They stood completely still like garden gnomes, staring at each other from across the room until Emerald made the first movement. 

She lifted the styrofoam cup to her lips, immediately downing the remnant of her bitter coffee which had already ran cold before she looked towards the trash can which laid some steps away from the cellarette. 

Unconsciously, she licked her strawberry pink plump lips and she began moving towards the bin. She walked right past Jordan, making him shut his eyes tightly as he sucked in a breath while he caught a whiff of her perfume, which scented like spicy vanilla, saffron and a snippet of coriander. 

She had a sweet balsamic fragrance to her wake as though one were taking a deep breath into earthy Africa. The deeper notes of Madagascan vanilla and roasted barley with the subtle hint of Mahogany blended together with her unearthly scent, formed an amazing blast of timeless glamour.

The scent was so strong as she stood only a few metres away from him. The urge to rip the clothes off her glorious body was so overwhelming but he took in a deep breath and willed his cock to lay low. 

After the inner battle - which had been harder than he had thought it would be - and the much needed self control speech to not take her right here in her office, he finally opened his eyes and saw her already seated in her chair, her glasses on and fingers held together as her hands rested on the desk. 

Her face was emotionless as she gestured towards the seat in front of her, intending for him to take his seat. He stood rigid for a moment, wondering what had fed her the nerves to command him. 

He was J.K, the most feared human in America. His name invoked terror in all nooks and cranny without even his presence being demanded for, so who was this green-eyed woman with a body that basically screamed 'fuck my head off' without her making even an effort to look that way. 

Unclenching his fists and choosing to comply, he moved and sat in the chair in front of her. Like the first time, they continued to stare at each other with expressionless yet intense eyes boring into each other. 

One with the intention of getting her patient to open up and the other with the bourne of instilling fear into the woman before him. Neither of their meaningful gazes achieved its aim though. None of them could get through the gelid walls they had built around one another and the silence continued to stretch eerily round the room.

There was a spark in the room, that was an undeniable fact. A spark that was bound to ignite at the littlest movement and consume the entirety of them both.

"Will you be talking today, Mr Kale?" She finally spoke as she opened the notepad to a fresh page and held her black pen in her left hand, seemingly prepared to jot down every thing he had to say.

She was so direct and professional with her approach. She spoke to him like he wasn't J.K, the most feared man in all of the U.S and even more places. He wondered what was so special about her. What was the thing about her that made him angry and lustful at the same time. 

He couldn't deny that he was drawn to her but he had pegged it to be that it was his desire for a good fuck. I mean who could turn a blind eye to such ethereal beauty? He wanted her, that was already established.

She let out a sigh and leaned back into her chair, pushing her glasses to rest really close to the end of her button-type pointed nose. Her eyes were now soft but still emotionless as she spoke,

"Mr Kale, keep in mind that you paid quite a sum of money for this session. You wouldn't want your money to go to waste, would you?"

Emerald's eyes subtly took in his well suited form and how well tailored and crisp his suit was. He didn't look like someone who ever had to worry about his financial status and she was right, Jordan almost burst out laughing at her assumption that a few thousand dollars would ever have an effect on his pocket. 

"Do you really not know who I am?" He finally spoke after long moments of silence. His voice had Emerald a bit stunned because she had only heard him say 'same' and that was all. But now, having him speaking a whole sentence was thrilling.

His deep, velvety voice - which had a frigid edge to it just like the aura around him - resonated round the office. She sat still, dazed for a few minutes before she processed his words and lifted her eyebrows in question.

"Am I supposed to?" She inquired curiously.

What did he mean by that?

"Other than the fact that you're Mrs Levine's brother, I see no way we could be acquainted. Besides, you're just my patient." 

His jaw clenched when he heard her refer to him as 'just my patient.' He was neither her patient nor was he patronising her. He had been forced to attend all because of Carol.

'It wasn't Carol who forced you to come this time around, now was it?' His subconscious asked.

Shut up! He didn't want to admit it but his subconscious was right.

'Just saying. You know very well why you're here and it's neither because of Carol nor for the supposed 'I'm going to threaten her to back off' plan. You just wanted to see her so bad.' 

His subconscious mocked stubbornly and his fists tightened instinctively because he knew his subconscious's analysis was accurate but he wasn't going to admit it. He felt stupid having an inner battle with his mind so he snapped out of it just in time to see his walking sex magnet advance towards the cellarette, her hips moving gracefully as her ass - which appeared taut due to the jeans - bounced up and down rhythmically.

She stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach for the bottle of Sauvignon seated on the upper shelf. 

"I know it's quite hard to open up to someone, especially if it's someone you don't know and trust me, I've had patients like you before. People who were so scared to speak up, afraid of being judged or worse, not listened to." 

Having no luck reaching the bottle, she pulled the little footstool from beneath the marble counter of the cellarette before climbing on top of it.

"You don't need to be scared. We have all had painful pasts, some more than others and we each have different ways of reacting to certain things. Some resort to suicide, some reach out to people immediately while others just prefer the silence. They prefer to endure the torture, too scared to say anything.

They smile through the pain, through the agony. They're hurting so much inside but they have no choice but to put on a brave stance in dire need to block out the outside world," her voice grew softer with each word until they were just a stone throw away from being whispers.

She finally reached the bottle and held it in her hands as she stood still on the stool with her eyes shut tightly as she tried to get her emotions under control. She was being too emotional today and it wasn't even near her period yet. She couldn't risk breaking down in front of a total stranger so she shook her head to clear her thoughts before stepping down from the stool.

Grabbing two wine glasses from the stemware cabinet, she proceeded to turn around but immediately bumped into a wall. She stepped backwards, wondering how a wall that wasn't there before, had gotten to be. 

Immediately, she was engulfed by the alluring scents of vanilla, cinnamon and cedarwood. Unconsciously, she took a deep breath and she breathed in the underlying whiff of ginger and bergamot. 

A wall could never smell so enticing. With that thought, she lifted her head and her eyes met with the familiar chocolate brown ones, belonging to the man that had refused to speak since the first time they had met. 

He was standing really close to her and she took in the raging storm in his eyes and his set jaw. He looked like he was trying to keep his fury at bay. She looked down and noticed how his fists clenched and unclenched every now and then.

She had no idea what had ticked him off and as she attempted to open her mouth to demand that he return her personal space, he took a step closer, moving impossibly closer to her. Attempting to put some distance between them, she took a step back but immediately collided with the marble counter behind her.

He took another step forward, making her dig her back into the countertop. Her breasts were a few inches away from his abs as he towered over her, a couple of inches. Dipping his head, his algid eyes looked squarely at her, causing her to stifle a shudder.

"Don't you dare act like you know me. Those people you just mentioned, they're cowards. I'm J.K, I don't hide behind my fears, I don't even have fears. I instill terror into the hearts of the most powerful men out there," he moved his face even closer to hers as he let out in a icy cold, harsh whisper. 

She clenched the bottle of red wine in her hands as though her life depended on it, trying to stymie the chills that threatened to run down her spine as his intoxicating scent clogged her head, making her mind foggy.

"I am the devil everyone runs from and you should too." and with that, he turned and walked out of her office, leaving her completely stupefied.

• • • • •