Chapter 2 Thomas de Anchorena

Thomas de Anchorena's black hair could barely be seen over the pile of files that were accumulating on his desk. He had spent the whole day until the sun went down checking the profits for the month of the new automotive branch that he had opened in Argentina of his company "AM" and that his parents had entrusted him 100 percent so that he could take charge and prove that he was a born leader. Therefore, everything had to be perfect.

Hearing the knocks on his door only increased his nervousness and his desire to send everything to hell.

He ignored the knock, perhaps the person on the other end would understand the hint and leave without insisting.

The door swung open, ruining his peace.

-I'm sorry, Mr. de Anchorena! Try to stop him! - shouted his secretary.

Thomas didn't have to look over the papers to know that Bruno had been the brazen person who had entered his office without permission.

-It's okay Nancy, don't worry, but next time call security- he said calmly and without taking his eyes off the papers.

-Yes sir- he exclaimed looking angrily at Bruno, who raised his hands innocently.

-Dear friend...- he exclaimed approaching Thomas carefully surrounding the pile of papers.

-I told you a thousand times that I'm not your friend, Mr. De Anchorena for you- he said without looking up-

-Sorry boss- Bruno frowned in annoyance- Are you going to stop looking at those boring papers and pay me a little attention?

-I bet my company that what you're going to say is not so relevant that I'll stop reading these papers.

-You're so cruel.

-Thanks...

-Thomas...

-Didn't work hours end?- he exclaimed in annoyance, finally raising his green eyes to his employee and according to Bruno, his friend.- Why aren't you going to do whatever it is you do after work?

-That's what I came for!- he yelled exasperatedly, sitting down on some papers without a care.

-Be careful with that! It's important- he growled, removing the papers from Bruno's butt.

-Aren't you going to ask what I came for?- he said, pouting.

-If I ask you, are you going to leave?

-Not without you, honey.

Thomas rolled his eyes, sometimes he wondered when he had been so crazy as to hire someone as shameless as Bruno and why he hadn't kicked him out yet.

-You, me, alcohol, people desperate for our attention. How are you?

-Go away already.

-Thomas!- He screamed like a little kid, all he needed to do was throw himself on the floor and kick his feet.

-I have to finish closing the month to make sure the profits are higher than CC Motors'.

-Again with that, why don't you just measure your penises? I'm sick of hearing CC Motors this... CC Motors that.

-They're the competition- He growled.

-Okay, that's enough- exclaimed Bruno, closing his boss's notebook on his fingers.

-Hey!

-Either you come with me or I'll hand your files over to the competition!

-You wouldn't be able to...

-Honey, you have no idea- he said winking shamelessly.

Thomas was about to give him a good punch in his mocking face, but he breathed through his nose three times and finally got up from his seat. Maybe a drink and a rest for his eyes wouldn't hurt, then he would get back to business in the morning.

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-I can't believe you brought me to a strip club- complained Thomas for the umpteenth time that night.

-Please! It's what's trendy! It's obvious that you haven't been out for years. Besides, it's a very exclusive place, you should be grateful that I got a free table on a Saturday night.

Thomas rolled his eyes in annoyance. His ears were ringing, the noise of the music was unbearable and everyone was screaming louder to be heard over the music. He had stopped listening to Bruno half an hour ago, he didn't seem to care either, he just talked and talked about him as if nothing else mattered and he was the center of the world.

He was about to get up and leave when the lights went out, the music stopped and everyone remained expectantly silent.

"What's going on?" he whispered curiously.

"The show is starting." Bruno smiled enthusiastically.

Thomas settled into his seat, he didn't want to leave without knowing what he meant by "the show," although he could imagine what it could be. Some grotesque spectacle, naked women or something like that. It's not that he didn't like women, but in his mind there was only room for numbers, statistics and beating that damn Cesar Caceres owner of CC Motors. Every second he spent inside that seedy bar with very bad taste in decoration was an advantage for his enemy.

The dimness of the bar was replaced by a soft blue light that illuminated a small stage that ran across the bar. In the middle was a silver pipe that was eagerly waiting to be used and that he hadn't noticed until that moment.

Thomas' ears were filled with soft music that could be described as classical, sweet and fantasy style. The dark curtains at the end of the long stage caught his attention when they moved as if they were dancing and from between the folds of the fabric a moon-white leg dressed in a soft, transparent stocking with diamond-like inlays danced delicately.

The raven-haired man had never felt such a desire to know the identity of a woman as at that moment. He wanted to see the full body of the owner of that delicate and slender leg. He stared intently at that meaty, juicy thigh, not noticing that Bruno was looking at him with an amused expression. He was dying to take a photo of his boss to forever save his distraught expression, but he knew he would kill him if he did.

The music increased its rhythm, invading and mesmerizing his senses, but neither the music nor the alcohol in his blood were as aphrodisiac as the woman who owned those legs. From behind the curtain came an angel fallen from heaven.

He was not surprised when the speakers asked for applause for "Angel," the young woman with golden blonde hair, a wide smile with pearly teeth and blue eyes like the sky itself, who walked towards the pole as if she were sliding down soft, fluffy clouds.

She took the thick pole in her delicate, small hands and Thomas felt his body tense up. He couldn't help but wonder how those soft fingers would feel on his body and he felt envious of that pole.

He had never seen anyone dance like that, it was as if she were flying and the white wings that opened behind her back moved gracefully as she spun around the pole in complicated but delicate and provocative positions.

He heard male sighs around him, although he thought he felt his mouth also release a hungry and desirous exclamation.

"Look at me" he said to himself, fixing his black eyes with dilated pupils on the small face of the angel. He begged again and again for her to look at him, and as if the young dancer had felt his hungry gaze, her sapphires crossed with his onyx in an explosive encounter.

It was only a millisecond, but for Thomas it was enough for his heart to beat strongly, coming back to life after years of being asleep, dull and cold as an ice cube. Now in his chest there was heat and even fear for what that angel could do to his perfect and controlled life.

Suddenly the music stopped. So fast? He needed more, it couldn't be just that, the show had been too short and he didn't feel satisfied.

She saw out of the corner of her eye that her drinking companion was greeting some friends she had no interest in meeting and saw in that her opportunity to escape.

"Thomas, do you mind if..."

"Go with them," she exclaimed with disinterest as she stood up, still keeping her green eyes fixed on the Angel who was bowing gratefully at the applause of the men who were watching her just like him. She felt jealous, that Angel had to be his and no one else's.

Thomas moved through the tables without stopping to watch her like a hungry animal, she hadn't noticed him yet, but he would make her do it and make those eyes not look at anyone else.

Bruno watched the scene with curiosity, he had never seen his boss so focused on something other than his work.

"I can't miss this," he thought, still watching him from afar.

The Angel greeted his audience from afar, throwing kisses and winks. Many of them were familiar faces, single men or men with problems in paradise who attended without fail every Saturday to watch his dance with their eyes full of desire or perversion. But not enough to choose her for a private dance!

She was about to turn around and leave the stage for the next dancer when her eyes moved on their own with an uncontrollable magnetism towards the front, meeting a man she had never seen before in the bar and who seemed determined to go to where she was.

Celeste froze in place, unable to avoid those almond-shaped jade eyes that made her tremble from head to toe as if she were a schoolgirl about to have her first sexual encounter.

That man was not like those who usually went to the bar, they were usually men with a lot of money but not very attractive, and most of them were over 60 years old. Celeste was sure that the man was not more than forty years old and did not understand what he was doing there, he could make any woman dance for him and for free.

When the mysterious and handsome young man approached the edge of the stage as if the angel was the most beautiful thing to admire in the room, the young woman bent down delicately, raising her artificial wings to the cuts of her body with the blue light shining around her like a mystical and idyllic aura.

For Thomas that image was a dream, it could not be real, that woman could not be from this world.

-Angel... How much for a private message with you?

The young woman's breath caught and her blue eyes trembled. At last what she had longed for had arrived.