Finding Hillary

Travis POV

“Marcus, where are you?”

I asked through the phone, staring at the view from my office window.

“I'm on my way sir.”

“Okay. I need you to come and get me to the bar and also get me a white tank top when coming .”

“Okay sir.” He ended the call and I swiveled. I took a deep breath.

I hated wearing a suit but had to because of my job. I was Worried about the project for the event. Fuck. I just wanted to get so high and drunk. I stare at my bruise. They were healing already.

The doors opened and Marcus walked in

“Good.” I stood up taking off my suit and inner wear while Marcus took them from my hands. I tore the package off the top and put it in. I walked towards the door while Marcus followed suit.

“Sir.”

“Yes?”

We both used the elevator.

“Well, about the vineyard wedding setting and event.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I think I've got a very strategic plan for it that the couples would love.”

I laughed. “ Oh really. I won't even score you a 50 over 100 based on your past suggestion.”

We were out and I walked out proudly the moment the staff bowed and greeted me. Yes. Pride and power. I owned the fucking Caster business.

“Yes, but what if I told you you'll like what you're about to hear.”

Marcus hurriedly opened the car door for me and I sat adjusting my back comfortably.

“ I found someone actually.” He started the engine and I noticed something was at my back or more like, I sat on something.

“What the hell?” I murmured and reached my hands to grab it. It was a phone.

“Is this your phone?” My face was showing irascibility. What sort of low budget outdated android was this?

“Huh? He balanced looking at me and driving.”

The phone beeped with a notification and that's when I saw the phone's wallpaper.

“What the heck.” I whispered, amazed. It was Hillary's face.

“Marcus?” I dragged the ‘S’ and gave him the side eye. “How did you get…”

“Oh, my. That was the girl I picked up. She must have left her phone and I didn't even notice it.”

What? Hillary? That fucking whore. How many more men does she fuck with. I scoffed. I was angry.

“The girl you picked up? And what does that means. You're sleeping with her?!” I suddenly yelled, feeling Insecure. Why? I don't know why.

“No sir. Hell no. We talked about business.” His eyes were focused on the road. “Oh shit.. how do I get to locate her.”

“Stop the car.”

“What?”

“STOP….. THE……CAR.” I gritted in between words and the car suddenly screeched to a halt. The moment of silence enunciates before I finally speak up.

“Where do you know her from and how did you meet?”

Marcus smiled, “Boss, do you know her too?”

“Huh? What? No.” I stuttered. Yes I do. One poor bitch that role played outstandingly perfect.

“Well, it happened last week. I almost ran over her with my car and….”

“You what?!” My voice was raised.

“Relax, boss.”

If I don't, he'll definitely suspect.

“Uh, continue.” I tilt my neck meticulously.

“So instead, she sprained her ankle and you know I had to take her to the hospital. After the treatment, I had to pay the bills and before I left, she heard my conversation with your assistant on the phone. I know it may sound weird but she was interested in knowing more about the event and I decided to give her a try.”.

“What kind of try?” Did he sleep with her? My thoughts were wild.

“We decided to meet yesterday and boss, this girl is fire.” He smiles.

What the fuck. I gasped. Fire for what? Fire on bed?

“She performs so well and doesn't waste time at work.”

Jesus Christ. Was he saying she was a fucking rider on Dick. Doesn't waste time in what way? My gosh. Was he referring to her cum?

“My Gosh Marcus. How could you do this? You're a married man.” I blurted out before I knew it.

Marcus' face was twisted into perplexity. He chuckles. “Sir, I mean she's very good when it comes to event planning. That's why I decided to give her a try after her critical suggestion about the project. That's what I'm trying to say. We met at the restaurant because I told her if she gives credit to the work, then I'll tell my boss about it and she did perfectly fine..I'm sure the couples would love this.”

He stretched his hands to the back to grab his iPad and I opened my mouth in shame

What the fuck was I thinking? I ran my hands through my soft hair. Damn, Travis.

He opened the pad. “Her name is Hilary. Funny enough she doesn't have a job or worked with her skills for some… problems I think.”

I remembered when I read Hillary's resume. It was actually good to be honest. Was she that good with event planning?

“ I had to make a video while she talked, sir , just to show you.” He handed me the pad and I saw Hillary.

“This is also a note of the constructive setting according to her.”

I paused the video and my eyes roamed throughout the notes. Oh my gosh. This was a great setting. I watched the videos multiple times. From the way she spoke, it was very professional. How could she possess such skills and be without a job? This is exactly what I was looking for, not my regular boring assistants. I remember quite well telling her to work for me but she refused obviously because of Victoria.

“So what do you think?”

“Well, I…”

“According to her, she wants the order of settings and innovation to be shown to the couples first.”

“That's right. This is very different from what they wanted. It's smart, it's like an AI generated the whole plan.” I was stunned.

“Exactly. We should show the couples first. If they like it, then we can proceed to the go ahead.”

I nod. Hmm. She's perfect.

“But if you don't mind, she requests if they accept it, that she would like to work with your company.”

“Ohh.” Was all I said. She might not accept this. I don't know.

“I'll have to find her and introduce her to you.”

I laughed. I knew, I knew her already. Damn this looks like it's getting worse.

I sighed and watched the video once again. Fuck, her lips. Pink and full. It was sexy and soft from the way she spoke. I felt my dick rise. I could imagine my giant dick shoved into her mouth and she sucked it without caution.

“I'll have to find her.” She stays at Lakers Avenue. Though I couldn't get the exact house.” Marcus said and I stopped my erotic day dream.

“Maybe someone would call her phone. Let's wait and see.” I concluded.