
Mr. CEO's Thief Lover
Chapter 2
Declan Graysen's POV
“Everyone out! Fucking get out!” I yelled at the top of my voice. The air crackled with tension as anger swirled within the room, creating a terrifying atmosphere for my very incompetent employee. My face flushed with fury, my eyes blazing with fire that could melt steel.
“How hard is it to find one bloody fucking woman? How hard is it?” my face hardened as I fought to maintain control.
“Mr Graysen ... I…I’m sorry- “
“Get out, Jane. And you better have something for me by twelve or you’re fired!” my anger intensified, the room seemed to vibrate with my continuous mounting fury. I sighed and yelled as I watched my PA walk away.
It has been seven days since the banquet. A week since I ran into the most beautiful woman to walk the planet earth, and five days since I asked my very incompetent PA to find the girl who I’m convinced beyond reasonable doubts, is the woman of my dreams.
She was a vision of beauty. Her striking figures and captivating figures made it impossible to keep my hands away from her when I cornered her in the hallway. Her shimmering blue eyes drew me in, holding my gaze and setting an inferno inside of me. And those freckles scattered on her cute little nose like constellations in the night sky.
Her lips, oh, those lips. Full pouty beckoning with lusciousness. The moment my lips met hers, I became incredibly hard. Stone-rock hard. I stroke my cock every morning because she would visited me in my dreams. And this morning was no different.
I had to find her. No, scratch that. I need to find her. I need her slender body pressed against mine. I needed to quench the fire she’d set inside of me. And maybe then – hopefully, I’ll stop thinking about her.
But I knew that was impossible.
A frown appeared on my face at the sound of a phone ringing. Still annoyed at my futile interaction with my PA, I sighed and answered Andrews call. Andrews is my account manager.
“Andrews,” I spoke firmly into the call.
“Mr. Graysen! I’m sorry to bother you at this time of the day, but we’ve noticed some unusual activity in your bank account,” Andrews explained and I frowned.
“Several large withdrawals have been made over the past few days. Normally I’d direct this to your PA and have her sort it out, but I thought to reach out to you instead.” I frowned but stayed silent, waiting for him to get to his point.
“Did you by mistake lose any of your black cards? I know not to ask if you have made any payments or withdrawals. I had IT department look into it and the records shows these transactions were made in the suburbs of Verona,”
Confusion stirred in me as I tried to make sense of what Andrews was saying. Of course, I wouldn’t be caught dead in the suburbs of Verona, so how come I have these records. And what did he mean these transactions were made from my black card?
“I’m certain your mistaken Andrews,” I spoke into the call as I quickly searched my wallet. “I have my cards here-” my speech trailed off as I realized one of my cards had indeed gone missing.
“Mr Graysen?” Andrews voice trailed on the other end as I tried to recall when last I’d used that card. I had so much money that I barely kept tracks of my transactions. Reasons why I paid Andrews extra to handle that little issue for me.
My mind immediately floated back to the party and to the young woman I was with. It was foolish of me to even think that lowly of the woman of my dreams. But it was a path I had to walk on. After all, stealing wallets at a banquet wasn’t one of her traits right?
“Tell me, Andrews, you wouldn’t happen to have the address and possibly the name of the person who made these transactions, would you?” I asked, a mix of curiosity and amusement laced in my voice.
“Actually, I do, Mr Graysen,” Andrews fidgeted on the other end before speaking up again.
“27 Verona Lane. And for the name, a certain Reyan Santana.” I smile. A little too hard. Found you, little one. A mix of amusement welled up within me.
“You know what? I think I might have an idea of what happened,” I replied, a smirk forming on my lips. “I encountered a rather skilled pickpocket a few days ago.” I smiled as the image of my girl flew back to my mind. Not only was she incredibly sexy. She was also a thief. Quite a combination if you ask me.
Andrews’s tone turned sympathetic. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Graysen. We will do everything we can to resolve this matter and recover the funds. However, I would advise you not to take matters into your own hands. Let us handle the investigation.”
I paused, contemplating Andrews’s advice. “I appreciate your concern, Andrews, but I think I can handle it. Don’t involve the police,” I reply, my voice filled with determination.
I searched throughout the city for the address Andrews had communicated with me. I came alone. I wanted to see the look on her face when she saw me. I knew it would be fun.
After a series of inquiries and following various leads, my search led me to a shady neighbourhood that didn’t look safe for anyone to live in. The GPS in my car indicated that I’d arrived at my destination. It was a little town house that looked like it was seconds from coming into pieces. Emphasis on the ‘seconds’, so much so that I was wary of stepping foot inside.
The woman of my dreams lived here. But not for long though, with what I have in store for her. I walked up to the door. It was slightly cracked opened so I walked in. The interior looked better than it did outside. It was heavily decorated, which is normal for any female owned property.
A picture on the wall caught my attention. It was my woman in a two-piece red lingerie with a pepper red bunny head. Her pouty lips covered in a bold shade of red lipstick and were slightly parted, revealing two big front teeth that made my cock rock hard.
“Who the hell are you?” a shaky voice came from behind me. I smiled. It was her. My little one. The woman of my dreams. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned and wore the friendliest smile I could muster.
“Excuse me,” I began, “but you wouldn’t happen to be the one who stole my wallet, would you?”
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