I cursed in anger for the umpteenth time against my laptop. I hated this. I despised this. I didn't deserve this torture. I sure as fuck didn't deserve to be rock hard with blue balls right now.

     I hated the fact that every time I closed my eyes, a certain blonde woman with chocolate brown eyes and the softest pink lips kept resurfacing in my mind. I hated the fact that her voice kept ringing in my head as she called my name with so much lust, like my name was a goddamned candy and she a baby.

     Of course! Of fucking course! My brain just happened to chose this moment to play the way she bit down her lower lip when I had caught her eating nutella in my kitchen wearing my shirt after our first wild sex. I wasn't a relationship time of person and I wasn't the fuck and dump type of person either. I had my priorities set and right but after our first night together, I was ready to go down on one knee for this woman because the way her eyes shone with amusement and the way she bit down her lower lip, I knew I was chest deep in love with this woman.

    If my slacks weren't tight enough, they sure were now. Thanks a lot brain, you've succeeded in putting me in a lot of pain. I've tried, I've tried to get Cecilia out of my head but each effort just brought back a lot of graphic things we've done together, putting me in more pain.

     "Oh God!" I ran my palm over my face in frustration. I could really use a break from this woman right now.

    Blackheart Ltd was a family business that had ran for over centuries. It was ran by my great grandparents and was handed over to my grandparents who in turn handed it to my father before he passed on. After my father died of lung cancer, I and Marcelo took over the business and together, the business has been blooming from every corner of the world.

      We had ensured to deal with conflict free gems only as neither I and Marcelo wanted the blood of innocent children on our hands. We had mines over at Canada, Australia and we were opening a new site at Sri Lanka.

   But now, we are in deep shit. The chief editor of New York times, Evelyn Joann had called Marcelo saying she got information from a source that Blackheart Ltd was a fraud and that we were changing the reports of our gems and are selling nonconflict free gems. We had thought she was bluffing when six days prior to now, she had called to say that her article is ready and would be aired at the end of next week of we don't bring up evidence that the reports from her source are wrong.

   It all felt like a dream. I mean even old Carrie, my shipment manager thought she was hallucinating but the photocopy of the article told us that it was as real as blood running through our veins.

     I was a hairline away from losing my sanity when we had asked Evelyn to tell us who her source was and she gave us those crappy words that fell out of her lips.

     "It is against our policy to reveal such important information"

      "We have limited time to put and end to this crap she's saying before it goes viral" I was the first to speak after we had ended the call with Evelyn. We were seated in my office. Carrie, Marcelo and Brad my secretary.

     "We need to get a lab and professional researcher to review our gems and write a report" Brad said.
"That would be enough evidence to stop this article" he added.

     "It would take practically a month to get a professional researcher, Brad" I said.
"Let's not forget the cost for everything" Carrie chipped in.

    "Good thing I know one who could help us" Marcelo spoke for the first time since the call had ended. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what he was going to say and the knowing look on his face sold him out.

     "No! We are not contacting Cecilia for this" I barely gave him a glance to tell him to shut up. I knew Marcelo kept tab on Cecilia a few years after we broke up but I didn't know if he still kept tab on her. The thought alone made me want to vomit. Was he a sadist? Did he have a thing for her?

    "Suite yourself" he shrugged, treading his fingers through his hair. We were all stressed out, I knew for sure but nothing could make me contact Cecilia.

     "You know how great of a risk it is to not only involve Cecilia into this but into our vault" Marcelo remained silent. We were all silent for some time.

    "I'll schedule a meeting with Darlene tomorrow, let's see if she can recommend a researcher for us" I said with a final note, indicating I wasn't interested in further argument. I just wanted a night rest alone and I was thankful they all got the memo and made their exit through the door.

    I knew Darlene Torres since when I could hold a spoon. She was a tight friend of my father and I knew she wouldn't hesitate to find the right researcher for me. But I was wrong. She had gotten the complete opposite of what I had expected. 

    Now here I was, completely annoyed, frustrated and disgusted with myself. I had only one option left. If I wanted to keep Blackheart away from the mud, I had to meet the daughter of the man who almost dragged it into the mud. If this wasn't the irony of life, please tell me what else could be?

     "Brad! Schedule a meeting with Ms. Alba please" I said through the intercom that laid on my table, hoping that this move wouldn't destroy my company because it sure as hell has scarred my ego real bad.

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