The scent of tomato sauce,
buttery crust and lots of different meaty toppings announced nourishment at its
finest. Pizza box in hand, he went to the oldest wing of his house. Moving to
his desk made out of mahogany wood, he laid the flat square cardboard box on
his desk and sunk down into the comfortable leather seat while opening the lid,
breathing in deeply. A smile spread across his face.
"Now, that's what I
call food."
After he’d inhaled the
first two slices, he booted up his computer. Nikolas put his head down for a
moment and closed his eyes. He was tired and cranky and his eyes hurt from
straining in the light. He let them rest a moment as his mental complaining subsided.
Only later, when it was over, did he finally pick up his head and look up the
screen.
Nikolas scrolled through
his emails, snorting in disgust at the spam with the offers to: enlarge the
size of your cock. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about in that
department. I don’t need no miracle grow. Asswads!” Self consciously he glanced
down at his lap. If anything, his size freaked most men out which is why most
of his subs were well accustomed or he gave pleasure without indulging himself
and handled matters on his own. “What?” he chuckled at the ones on ‘Getting it
up vitamins and VIAGRA. The click of the mouse deleted those and deleted most.
Nikolas’s attention was
riveted to that one email. From: Black Eagle. Subject: Invitation. His jaw
dropped. He stared at the monitor open-mouthed as he stopped eating. Tension
throbbed in the silence that followed. As he sat in his large leather chair, a
rumbling noise much like a growl grew in his chest. Feeling blood begin to
boil, slowly he expelled a breath; eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment,
and concentrated on his disbelief. Opening his eyes, he scanned the contents
making sure he hadn’t been mistaken and read it wrong the first time.
Pushing his chair back,
standing abruptly, Nikolas began to pace one end of his office to the other.
Doing this vigorously and frequently in past years was starting to do some
serious wear and tear into his plush beige carpeting. “I can do this. No, I
can’t. Who would have the audacity to send this? Why me? ”
His mental bantering was
giving him a migraine. As long as he didn’t answer himself, or they were sure
to have him committed to the psych ward for going off the deep end. Stopping at
the large bay window, groaning out loud only caused a severe ache in his chest,
which no amount of rubbing would alleviate the ache which no amount of rubbing
would alleviate the pounding. His pain would always be there, but maybe a night
of distraction from it might not be so bad.
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