Page 26 of Viral Affair

She’d fucking surprised me, showing up at my door and walking inside my house like she owned the place. Then it was that confident attitude. I’d had a raging hard-on the moment she’d opened her mouth.I had gone too far, but the truth was that I couldn’t fucking help myself. She was unbelievably sexy.

We ate in silence, and the moment the food I’d prepared hit Veronica’s palate, she let go of a throaty moan and made me hold on to the table, my cock leaking pre-cum from that sound.

“From now on you can cook for me all the time,” she said, closing her eyes.

She was going to be death of me. Damn, the universe was truly fucking with my mind. I knew the pasta was excellent, and we both enjoyed it while Veronica told me about the brands she was hoping to work with. I was a businessman and I’d been in property development for years, so I had plenty of contacts.I could help her out.

“The beauty industry is booming right now, thanks to all the social media posts, and if I become an ambassador for one particular brand then that would kickstart my future,” she explained as we slowly finished our meals. “You know, people are still messaging me on TikTok asking about you. I have made some posts, but I simply said that things didn’t work out. I don’t really want to post about my private life. These sorts of videos would easily go viral, but I’m aware of the consequences. I don’t want to get your brother into any trouble.”

“That would complicate things for Spencer indeed,” I agreed. I didn’t want to talk too much about my phobias. I hated social media full stop, so I always stayed out of it. “Come on, let me give you a tour of the house.”

She was too damn distracting, so I made an excuse to move around, thinking about everything other than her. She was trying to hide her arousal, but I’d noticed her flushed cheeks, erratic breathing, and hard nipples—check, check, and fucking check. She had a fantastic pair, not too small and not too big. Her tits filled my hands perfectly. Her nipples stood out through the thin material of her dress. I didn’t trust myself, especially now since she was in my house all alone.

“Yes, I love what you have done with the place. Me and Laura share a flat in Camden. It’s noisy, but we got a great deal and the connections to all the zones are great,” Veronica explained.

I thought about my Italian aunt who had no teeth, hoping my cock would go down. Christ, I acted like a horny teenager when I was around her, especially when she walked upstairs right in front of me. I hadn’t had sex for a while, and I needed to rectify this situation as soon as possible.

I showed her one of the bedrooms that I’d turned into my office, and then three other bedrooms. I lived alone, didn’t get many visitors, so this was new territory for me to have a woman walking around andpoking into my space. Sometimes my mother stopped by, always complaining that it was time for me to settle down.

Veronica was talking when my phone rang. It was my other business partner, so I picked up. He wanted to know if the meeting with some investors was still on for tomorrow. I wrapped the conversation up pretty quickly and then went back to find Veronica standing in my bedroom. She had a picture in her hand while she stared at the window.

“Oh, there you are. You were very cute when you were a child.” She smiled at me. “But you had no hair, Rupert. I didn’t remember it being trendy back then?”

My heart threw itself over my ribcage, and my inner voice reminded me that no one apart from my family knew about my past and my battle with childhood leukaemia. It was still hard for me to talk about this because of how close I’d come to never experiencing this life I now had.

“Give me that.” My blood pounded in my ears. “I’ll walk you out. It’s late, and I believe you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Oh, my Lord? What did I do? It’s just a picture, Rupert, and I was making a joke. Don’t worry, I’ll show myself out. You don’t have to walk me to the door.” She sounded angry, which was understandable.

She left the room before I could say anything or apologise, and I gripped that picture frame in my hands. Several seconds later, when I heard the door shut, I stared at the image for a long while.

My mother had taken it. It was just after my last session of chemo. I was in my parents’ garden, standing in the inflatable pool. Fuck, I didn’t know why my mother had insisted that I keep that photo in my bedroom. She thought it held a significant memory of me beating cancer at the age of four. I rubbed my chin, telling myself to breathe. Veronica had no idea what I’d gone through. I wasn’t ready to share this part of me with her just yet, and I was certain she wouldn’t understand. I was obsessed with my health, ate well, and always tried not to drink too excessively because this could put my health in jeopardy.

Then my shadow self reminded me that I should stay away from her, too, because if she found out about the past she’d leave anyway. Because women like her had never stayed with me before.

“Mr Banks, Katharina will see you now.” A young, attractive blonde who’d been hired because she looked like she belonged on the catwalk smiled at me.

She’d been checking me out the moment I’d entered. I nodded, stood, buttoned up my jacket, and entered the office of my old friend, Katharina Ivanova.

She was the head of the Cashmere beauty empire that had made a fortune recently splashing money on powerful influencers, and now she was searching for a new brand ambassador. I’d done my research. She wanted to leverage the TikTok audience, too, and other new emerging trends, so she needed fresh blood—someone young with great ideas.

“Rupert Banks, what a surprise. You were the last person I expected to see so early in the morning,” She smiled at me while I kissed both her cheeks.

Katharina was Russian, still sporting a thick accent. She was in her mid-fifties but looked no more than thirty, tall, lean, and beautiful with short brown hair. Her company leased my building. I’d given her a good deal several years ago, so we went way back, and I hoped she still remembered it.

“I was in the neighbourhood and thought I’d stop by for a chat.” I sat right in front of her giant desk. “I heard that you’re eager to hire a new brand ambassador—someone young, fresh, and not necessarily having a large following?”

I hated fucking small talk and wanted to get straight to the point. This was purely business, and although I told myself I didn’t want to get involved with Veronica, I was fucking getting involved the moment I’d stepped through this door.

Katharina had a great eye for talent. She was known in this industry for picking on emerging trends.

“Yes, I have hundreds of applications. I don’t even know where to start. This time I want someone unique, different but with fire. I know this is not your kind of thing, but this industry is saturated with the pretty blonde teenagers who refuse to accept my terms,” she complained.

I shifted on the chair. “I might have someone who you may like, and she fits your description. She doesn’t have a huge following, but I believe she might be exactly what you are looking for,” I said, not wanting to sound too eager. Veronica would be pissed off with me if she found out that I’d dared to interfere in her business again, but I knew Katharina. She didn’t do favours.She would make Veronica work to prove herself before signing a contract. This was how the woman worked, even if she owed me one.

I pulled out my phone and went to my media library. I wasn’t on any social media channels, but I’d saved one of the videos that one of my friends had sent me from Veronica’s Instagram profile.

“I don’t think so, Rupert. We both know that I am very particular. And who is this girl? Your family?” Katharina fired all the questions at me. She was one of the biggest gossips in this part of London. She knew everyone’s business and more, so I was paddling on the dangerous waters.

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