The CEO'S syndrome

CHAPTER TWO: Party! Party!! Party!!! That's what the CEOs does.

The brothers rode to the party in Omar's Porsche 911 sports car and all agreed to meet at the car at exactly 4am to go to their respective houses. After sharing the cocaine they had come to the party and separated with the intention to get as wasted as they could. They approached any lady who just wanted to get wasted as they wanted as well.

The party was lit up. The three brothers had enough drinks to leave them high for a whole week but surprisingly, came down from their high barely three hours after drinking to stupor.

With the music booming and the LED lights flashing through. Girls are seen grinding their ass hard against men's crotch. Some are seen in groups taking drugs like Amphetamines, cocaine. 

Joseph moved to the bar, waiting patiently for a lady or ladies- if he was lucky-to approach him.

Beating his fingers repeatedly to the music currently being played by the Dj. He ordered a very strong drink and raised his glass to his lips to take a large gulp when he felt a hand on his private part. He paused momentarily to see her next line of action. The lady scooted closer and spoke dreamily, "Mind if we take it somewhere? I have a friend who would like to join  as well"

Joseph assessed the woman, to be sure that she passed all the requirements, the kind of women he sleeps with possess. 

She had bright big green orbs, an hourglass figure and tits big enough to suck and massage.

Once he was satisfied with what he saw, he gulped his drink in one go and asked intrigued, "Is your friend a female?"

The lady giggled and shouted YES.

Joseph does not need to be told twice as he stood up and followed her to a private room where her friend sat naked, ready to be shagged.

After having a wonderful time with the two ladies, he walked to the poolside to get some other ladies.

Finding a spot to sit, he sat and sniffed a little cocaine in his package. 

A few ladies came around but they were not to his taste so he decided to return to the bar. 

Standing up and moving close to the exit, he heard a sob. Joseph would have walked away as it was not even his business but somehow he could move but stood rooted to the ground.

He heard another sob and then a sniff. He smirked and made a turn, listening to the periodic sniffs and sobs until he saw the lady who had been making all the sounds.

His smile disappeared as what he saw was not what he was expecting to see. 

A lady sat on the floor leaning on the wall, her long hair cascaded down her back, she wiped her face with her hand and sniffed again. She was crying. And she's alone. Not sniffing cocaine.  

Joseph's inner voice begged him to leave but he could not just move away. Rather, he moved closer until he could see her face.

She had smudged her make up with all the crying but it was clear even with her messy appearance. She's beautiful. 

Why is she crying at a party?

He thought.

Curiosity got the best of him as he walked closer and crouched down to her sitting position. Raising her chin, he looked into beautiful brown orbs with tiny sparks of gold in them. 

He never liked brown eyes. In fact, he doesn't pay attention to ladies that do not have green lenses. Yet, he could not just look away. 

The girl carefully removed his fingers but he could not still look away. She stood up and dusted her dress before asking if he had a handkerchief she could lend. 

Paying attention to her stature, he found her undesirable. He doesn't like women with very curvy hips and large butt cheeks. 

He liked them like a certain woman was built- an ideal hourglass.

Instead of answering her, he asked the question in his mind, "Why are you crying at a party?"

She let out a humorless laugh and cried harder. Joseph did not think before acting when he moved closer and gathered her in his arms.

After crying to her satisfaction, she found herself seated next to the stranger and could not keep her mouth shut so she narrated her ordeal.

Sniffing again, she started to speak, "He was my first in every manner. My first kiss. My first time"

Sniffing again, she spoke, "But he left me for someone else. He made me come to this party, just to show her off. And I came here all dressed up like he was going to show me to his momma or something".

After a while, she spoke again smiling "I thought I would be his last you know? Like we were going to plan a big wedding and spend our honeymoon on a ship touring around". She frowned immediately and whispered,

"I guess that would not be happening".

The real Joseph would have stood up and left but he sat still as he watched her wipe her face with the tip of her dress.

He really wished he had a handkerchief to lend her and save her already ruined dress.

"Sorry for ranting, you can-" 

He cut her off as he advised her, "I think it's time to move on. If he thinks he's found someone better, find someone better as well"

He never shared a conversation with them, talkless of listening to them talk about their exes.

But he listened to her cry and talk about some guy he may never meet.

Patting the space next to him, he further surprised himself when he asked, "You can sit and we could talk for a while. For a start, your happy days?"

Sitting close to him, she told him of her days in high school. The poems she wrote in her teen days. She told him a lot of happy moments in her life but cried at some point whenever she nearly mentioned her ex.

Time passed as they sat together. She talked and he listened. Smiling when he felt amused, laughing when he found something funny and said a few words when he felt it was relevant. 

She moved closer and rested her head on her knee before she  looked at him. He too was lost looking at her.

She jerked when she heard movement at the other end of the pool and moved close to him. She whispered seductively, "I want you to fuck me till am ripped into two".

Joseph was astonished by her statement. Turning to where the noise was coming, from the other side, the lady diverted his head to the other side and kissed him deeply.

And just like every other time, he did not need to be told twice as he did the needful.