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Chapter 8: Gentlemen’s Agreement
Carlos hated being at his own house more often than not. It was empty. The cleaning woman had done her job. The multiple rooms were clean, the hallway looked ready to host, his living room had some gaudy, nearninety inch television that he rarely watched, and his kitchen was the definition of organized.
Walking from the front door to the kitchen, he saw his study that was adjacent to the back porch, with its books, desk, and laptop. He smiled. When he bought the house from his grandparents, he recalled how he used to sleep there.
Smiling, he missed those times. He had overpaid for the house in that market. It had only been worth about two hundred, seventyfive thousand at the time, but he had given them nearly four hundred for it. He wanted them to enjoy their retirement, and when he had bought the home, he had promised to fill it with many grandkids. There were many rooms on the second floor for that specific purpose in mind.
Shaking his head, he just could not deal with that memory. Marriage, kids, and all of that was what he had once wanted. He could only shake his head, at the moment, at the idea of marriage. It was a joke. How many married people were really happy? Almost none in his dealing.
No one stayed in love. No one kept their word. In the end, everyone was out for themselves. They wanted what they wanted, and they would excuse their behavior however they could.
He paused and opened a drawer in the kitchen before walking out onto his back porch. He looked up one of the few contacts in there and dialed. The extension he gave sent him right to the Neurology department.
“Hello, this is Doctor Kaufman,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“This is Mister Santiago. I was told to call Doctor Goldstein. He’s the head of the department, no?”
“Ah! Yes. He told me you’d be calling, Mr. Santiago,” Kaufman said. “We have been discussing moving Mrs. Bhullar to—”
Carlos was usually very good about keeping his temper in check, but on that day, in that moment, he snapped.
“That will not be happening,” he declared simply.
“I know you feel strongly about this. Elliot told me that you felt strongly about this, but with the hospital making cuts we need the room for patients more in need.”
“You will not be moving her!” Carlos replied, raising his voice. “She stays where she is. Doctor Goldstein promised she would be there so long as I paid for the room.”
“Generous contributions aside, it might be more cost effective for us to keep the room.”
“Cost effective for me or for you?” Carlos asked, accusation mixing with his loathing anger.
“Well for both, but probably for you as well. I know this has to be out of pocket.”
Carlos almost lashed out, but he knew this would do no good. He told the doctor on the other line he would need a moment. He inhaled deeply before exhaling. Making sure that he was not making a fool of himself was paramount to Carlos, but more important was keeping Priya cared for.
“Is this what Doctor Goldstein is advising, Kaufman?” Carlos wondered, removing the honorific title from the physician.
“He is keeping it under advisement.”
“Then before a decision is made, tell him I will be in the hospital. Do not make a decision until then.”
“Sir, this conversation is more of a courtesy,” Doctor Kauffman said back. “The decision is made.”
“You tell him,” Carlos said, calming himself. “I will see him this weekend.”
When he had his words out, Carlos hung up and called the number with another extension.
“Go for Nancy.”
“Nance, this is Carlos.”
“Carlos!” she said with a melody in her words. “You coming to see Priya this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Bringing the usual?”
“Arabian Nights and Brontë,” Carlos said, trying to get past it.
“Something up, beautiful?” Nancy asked.
“Doctor Goldstein is looking to move Priya.”
“You still making those monthly payments?” Nancy inquired, irritation inching into her voice. Not because of Carlos, but for him.
“You know I am.” Carlos paused, exhaling deeply. “Could you talk to—”
“Don’t you worry about it, babe. I will be talking to Elliot about this. You just get your ass over here on Saturday. I will make sure you have that room.”
“Thank you, Nancy. I will.”
“See you, then.”
Trusting Nancy, Carlos showed her the courtesy of letting Nancy hang up on him. Breathing deeply, he let out another breath for the events.
He could not handle another call like that. Thinking of his day, he knew he would need to talk to Jonathan. The more thought he put on it, he knew he would have to do more with Tiffany.
Morning came pretty easily. The talk with Juan went well. He actually seemed mildly possessive that he would come to protect his wife from Carlos’ intentions.
While Tiffany was not one to say she liked possessive men, because of bad experiences with overprotective men in her youth, she enjoyed her husband putting in some effort for her.
That made her smile as she was walking into Carlos’ office.
“Morning, Tiff,” Carlos said with a smile on his face. When he saw she had something to say that was far more serious, he offered her a seat.
Tiffany sat down in her formal suit top with a boring brown skirt.
“He agreed to meet with you and to talk about the terms of what you can see or touch,” she started.
“See and touch?” Carlos asked. He raised an eyebrow with curiosity.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Carlos stopped her with a raised hand. ” should be about consent. I won’t fuck you behind your husband’s back or tricking you. If he knows and he agrees…”
“Are you assuming we are going to have ?” Tiffany asked.
She froze as she saw him stand up and walked around his desk. He fixed his vest and leaned down to her in the chair. The look in his eyes told her his answer long before his words did.
He put his hands on the arms of the chair she sat in. She stared up at him as he moved closer. Her heartbeat started racing when he was inches from her. Breathing became impossible when he locked eyes with her. She stared into his brown eyes and realized how deep his mahogany swirl of his irises.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Tiffany broke and grabbed his shirt to pull him down to kiss her. She knew she would let him have her just once. What did that matter? Maybe he did fuck around, maybe he did have other lovers, maybe he fucked or would fuck Michelle, but Tiffany was going to enjoy her one night’s adventure with Carlos Santiago.
Carlos sent Tiffany out of his office, making sure she fixed her blouse. What was fun was watching her put the last button up for him. When she was gone, he went to his phone.
“Stacy?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Connect me to Ross,” he said, fixing his vest and collared shirt.
“In security?” Stacy asked for clarity.
“If we have another Ross, I will take him too,” Carlos said, lighthearted.
“Go for Ross.”
“Jon, can you send Anthony home today? You and I need to give someone a tour of the building and security room.”
“Are we thinking a ‘Reverse Casino’?” Jonathan Ross wondered.
“You got it. Anthony’s new. He won’t know the procedure.”
Jonathan laughed. “You got it, boss.”
Carlos hung up and wondered what the day would look like.
Tracy struggled with everything going on. Chris leaving her home alone all night and then coming home drunk was becoming too much for her.
She wondered what she could do. She couldn’t just reach out to anyone about what was going on. Family and friends would not know. Every part of her was screaming at Chris for even introducing this to her. If he had done so maturely and actually been committed to his own fantasy, it would have been better than getting her on board only to rip it back from her.
Quick to hold back her temper, she could not scream, could not bitch, could not cry. Somehow, Chris would blame all of this on her when it had been his idea.
Exhaling, she knew she would just have to put up her big girl panties and make it through the day.
Lunch came for Carlos and he had a chicken Caesar salad with southern semisweet tea. He did not watch his calories, but proteins, sugar, fiber, and vitamins were all important to him. He worked out regularly so his body was his to take care of and work out.
A knock at his door made him look up. He saw a gorgeous, curvy redhead at his door.
“Ah, Michelle. Come in and shut the door,” he said. Michelle would not come in during lunch for a formal matter, so she must have wanted something more private. “What can I do for you?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked bluntly. She put her hand on her hip in her confrontation of her employer.
Carlos almost choked on the romaine lettuce. Reaching over for his large glass, he gulped down a big portion of his tea. “Excuse me?”
“Do you…want…to…fuck me?” she repeated with deliberate declaration.
Carlos blinked, unsure how or even why she would ask the question that way. Something must have changed. Did Steve cheat? Was there another prostitute? Carlos could not be sure. As such, the easiest answer was to just be truthful. However, like any deposition, he would only answer as much as much was needed.
“I do,” he said.
Michelle let out a sigh of relief before returning her attention fully to Carlos. “I know you used me somehow with the Jim situation. I don’t care. But I won’t be used like that again. So I need to know: Am I a game between you and Steve?”
Carlos set his salad aside and leaned back in his chair. “A game? Maybe,” he conceded with a shrug. He considered her question more meaningfully before continuing his answer. “Between me and Steve?” he asked before shaking his head. “No. Between me and you.”
“Me and you?” Michelle asked, bewildered.
“I want you to say yes, unequivocally, irrevocably, unregrettably,” Carlos said confidently.
“What’s going on with Tiffany?” Michelle wondered.
“Are you jealous?” Carlos teased. He looked her over with a a salacious smile on his lips.
“A little,” Michelle conceded. For a moment, she did not look like a successful attorney, who was very good about making men quiver in a courtroom or in an office. Rather, Michelle was a late teenage girl without as much ual experience that a puritanical family would be proud of. “”I liked thinking I was the only on in the office you want to fuck.”
Carlos laughed before a devious look overtook his facial features. “Michelle. I want to fuck you; I want to fuck Stacy; I will fuck Tiffany.”
While hearing that from someone else might have turned Michelle off, the brutal honesty from Carlos caught her off guard and made her close her legs. The jealousy of having him was overriding her sense.
“But I can’t have you right now.”
“Yes, you can,” Michelle quickly said with a hiss. There was no hesitation in her voice. She was Steve’s husband, but in that moment, she would be a dirty slut for Carlos if only he would claim her as such..
Carlos shook his head. “I won’t touch you until Steve says yes.” He looked her over, practically reading her mind when she rubbed her thighs together.
“Why not?” Michelle cried before catching herself. It was too late though. Carlos could see how much of her decorum had vanished in her disappointment.
“Priya,” Carlos said simply.
Michelle might have said something but instead she nodded. “I understand.” The truth was that she did. She had known Carlos for a decade, before he had even a millionaire dollars. She knew that part of his life, and that was enough.
“So you won’t touch me until Steve says yes?” Michelle asked, making sure she understood.
Carlos stood up and walked towards his door. “That’s it.” He opened it.
“Is there any way I can change that?” Michelle wondered.
Carlos shook his head before smacking her ass. “No, because I have plans for you, Michelle, and I won’t settle for anything less.”
Her ears perked up at his statement. “What are the plans for me?” She wanted to know more than almost anything.
Carlos leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I am going to make you mine, and I won’t stop you until I am good and done.”
If jealousy had made her wet, her panties were drowning from Carlos’ confident promise. Michelle turned from him and smiled, walking out the door.
“Yes, sir, but let’s see if you can handle it.”
Carlos smirked. “Oh…I intend to, Michelle. I intend to.”
With her gone, he made sure that he ate his lunch and got through the day. Michelle was practically a sealed deal, but he needed to make sure everything was ready for Juan and Tiffany. This was a plan that had many moving parts. He had to be careful.
While alone, Tiffany was forward, but this was something that was planned. She could get nervous back down, and then of course there was Juan. Carlos had to maneuver him correctly. That would not be too hard. Most men thought with their dicks, but in this case, Carlos was thinking maybe it would be greed that would be the vice that sealed the deal. It would come down to how he played his head.
Carlos was one to bluff, overextend, and sometimes he went all in, but he never folded when it counted. This day would be no different.
Four o’clock came around and Juan made it to his wife’s workplace. He had been there before. Juan was a tow truck driver, so being involved with the white collar environment was uncomfortable with him.
With time though, he could understand people making calls, trying to make deadlines. He had been there, done that.
“You must be Juan!” Carlos said, extending his hand.
Juan accepted the hand and shook it. Looking him over, Juan could appreciate how welldressed Carlos was. He must have been as chicano as Juan, but life had simply done better for Carlos. The black dress pants, smooth black vest, and clean white collared shirt made Carlos look even taller.
At five foot seven inches, it felt strange to look up at him. He could see why Tiffany was open to the idea of letting him play with her tits. Truth be told, it was kind of hot, but Juan knew men didn’t know when they crossed a line, and men like Carlos wanted to think they could play with another man’s wife as if it was okay. Juan needed to put his foot down to show Carlos who the man in this marriage was.
“I am. You’re Carlos I think you want to—”
Carlos blanched as Juan almost called him out publicly. “I think this might be best to discuss this in my office,” Carlos said. He motioned for Juan to comply.
Juan smirked, knowing he caught Carlos off guard. He did go where Carlos said, which led them to Carlos’ office.
When the door was closed, Carlos offered Juan the chair on the outer part of his desk. When Juan thought he would sit on the opposite side of his desk, Carlos grabbed two chilled glasses and poured a brown whiskey into the cups.
“While I understand your need to check my intentions, I do like my laundry aired out in the public eye. As your wife works for me, and in Human Resources, I would also prefer this not get out or need to have eyes on it.”
“Oh? Why’s that?” Juan asked. “You don’t want everyone to know you want to suck my wife’s titties?”
His cheesy smirk had Carlos recoiling.
“People knowing I touch your wife usually leads to needing lawyers. I would rather you be informed and not tricked.”
“Covering your ass?” Juan challenged.
Carlos laughed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Kind of, but I also think its tasteless to kiss and tell so to speak. Besides, you’d look worse than I did if everyone knew you just allowed me to play with your wife’s chest.”
“Who said I allowed it?” Juan countered, swirling his drink. He knew Carlos’ type. He was the kind of guy that thought his money and position could buy everything.
“I mean, you accepted the augmentation,” Carlos pointed out.
“My wife’s boss paid for my wife’s boob job? I would have been stupid to say no.”
“You agreed to let me play with them, then,” Carlos added. “Did you get cold feet?”
“No. I just know you might try for more. You’re the kind of guy where enough is never enough.”
Carlos let out a long laugh. “Fair enough. How about this? I give you a way to prevent it from going too far?”
“Oh?” Juan asked, curious.
When Carlos saw his drink was a little light, he poured another glass for him.
“This room, like most rooms in this building, is constantly being recorded,” Carlos said, motioning to the two cameras that were in the opposite corners of his office and to the one on his bookshelf.
“And?” Juan asked, swirling and sipping his drink.
“There’s a security room where you could monitor us to make sure things don’t go too far.” Carlos stopped, motioning to his phone. “And there’s a phone with a direct line to this room that acts like an intercom. If I cross the line with your wife, you could always tell us to stop.
Juan looked at his drink. He looked at Carlos’ smug face, the means he had, and the position he had that let him throw his weight around.
“I see. I don’t really like the idea of my wife getting he tits face fucked by another guy.”
Carlos tried not to shake his head at the crass nature of this husband. “What’s your point?”
“How about we make it more interesting?” the husband said.
Carlos raised an eyebrow.
“If I tell you cross the line, and I call you out, you pay me a hundred grand. How about that, rich boy?”
“Excuse me?” Carlos asked, handing Juan another drink.
“You heard me. You go too far and I call you out, you pay me one hundred grand.”
“What’s going too far?” Carlos asked.
“Pulling your cock out for one. Anything more than sucking her tits.”
“Are you saying you’d let me fuck your wife?” Carlos asked.
“I’m saying if you try, you’ll pay me.”
Carlos laughed. “Got it. Only touch, maybe suck her tits? That the deal? Or you would demand money from me?”
“You got it. I heard things about you. You fuck around. I’m not a guy you can fuck with…You fuck around, you will find out.”
“You got yourself a deal,” Carlos said, toasting his guest. Juan killed his third drink as Carlos drank his single.
Juan left Carlos’ office to go to his wife’s office. This worked fine for the millionaire. He knew this would be tricky. If he had concerns about pushing things with Tiffany before, he would not anymore.
Content to use his wife as a bartering chip, Juan believed he had the better of Carlos. He shook his head. There was no such thing. Tiffany and Juan were in Carlos’ home. He would get what he wanted and more.
He went to his phone and pushed a button.
“Go for Ross.”
“Reverse Casino is ago,” Carlos said. He paused for half a second to ensure he gave the right orders. To win or to lose this would ultimately come down to him and what he did. “Let’s do an intruder lockin procedure.”
“Oh…Someone piss you off, boss?” Jonathan Ross asked back. He seemed mildly flippant but altogether excited at the prospect.
“Someone wants to try and leverage me, using their wife as leverage,” Carlos answered back.
“Turnabout is fair play,” Ross said.
Carlos hung up on him. He went to his bookshelves and grabbed a few copies of hardbacks that he had duplicates of. This whole thing only worked if there were some kind of show, both for the husband and the wife.
Juan found Tiffany’s office after a few directions. The place was more of maze than he might have thought. If he didn’t have some help finding his way, he would have struggled to find his way back to Carlos’ office.
When he was sure no one was around, he paused and grabbed his wife’s attention. She was on call with someone. He motioned to the door, and she nodded, so he shut the door.
After a few seconds, Tiffany finished up saying, “No, no, coordinate with Michelle. We should be okay on our end. Get the legalese together and we should be fine. Upside is, I think we can use this to do some charity work. Have it for me by next Monday, and I will have Carlos sign it. No, no. You too. Bye bye!”
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