In Fate’s Hands

Aiden was not used to this. Everything in his life had come so easy to him, but now that he had reached this pentacle point it seemed as if there was no place else to go but down. Being on the 20th floor of the company he created and built into a multi-million dollar company and sold in the largest business deal ever known for billions and billions of dollars, he realized he had reached and completed every goal he had ever dreamed of. His life had come to a standstill
Vivian was in a shake of shock. Things like this did not happen to her. She was used to struggling, to crawling through the dirt and now in one fell swoop she had everything she could ever dream of. Her small beach shack restaurant was becoming a huge success. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner the restaurant was bursting at the seams with people gladly waiting in lines for a chance to come in. She had nowhere else to go but up. For once her life was moving full steam ahead, and she was not going to get off for no one or anything.

Damn, I hate, hate, hate waking up this early! But when you have a successful restaurant that you run and are the Executive Chef, sacrifices must be made. Nothing wakes me up better than a jog and a cup of Starbucks, Venti size, of course. Rolling out of bed I threw on my shorts and sneakers for a jog to Starbucks, I mean why not kill two birds with one stone.

Vivian walked into Life is a Beach with a pep in her step, feeling much rejuvenated after the very big and delicious Caramel Frappuccino. Ready to start her day Vivian checked to see if all her orders were in and began prepping the food. If anyone were to walk in right now they would see a smile of almost orgasmic bliss on Vivian’s face for she is at her most peaceful when she has food in her hands. And it was during this moment her annoying partner in the restaurant, Pierre, walked in.
Seeing the smile on Vivian’s face almost made Pierre cum right then and there, watching Vivian in motion as she prepped today’s menu is something made for wet dreams. Though of average height there was nothing average about her. She had long, lustrous brown hair that ended at her breasts and what breasts they were. Round, firm, and perky they were what every man dreamed of. Her face is oval with warm chocolate eyes you can lose yourself in, a perfect nose, and luscious lips that beg to be nibbled on. Long supple legs and a firm round ass rounded out this perfect picture and it was all covered in smooth skin the color of warm chestnuts. Seeing and working next to her every day is why Pierre decided to go into business with Vivian. If he can’t have her being next to her all day every day is the next best thing.

Watching Viv chop and prep the veggies, etc. Pierre once again got annoyed. Someone as beautiful as Viv has no business getting her hands dirty. And he has no problem telling her that.

“Viv, you don’t belong back here!! I don’t know how many times I have to say this.”

Vivian groaned in frustration, here we go again. Frankly, she was tired of his ass and couldn’t wait until she had enough cash to finally buy him out, but for now she just tolerated him, barely.

“And Pierre, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I enjoy being back of house. Cooking is my passion, my dreams. I honestly don’t know what you don’t understand about that. You’re a reasonably intelligent man and I’m pretty sure I didn’t stutter. And once and for all DON’T CALL ME VIV.”

“Viv! Excuse me Vivian. I understand where you are coming. You of all people should know that I know that this is your passion. I mean I did put up money for your dream didn’t I? But I still feel as if your beauty and charm will help serve to brighten the front of house. Is that so hard to understand? Can you understand where I’m coming from?”

Vivian knew where this conversation would lead this conversation was a pretty much a monthly occurrence but now was not the time to argue tonight was a big night and everything had to be perfect. Deciding to make a slight compromise, Vivian just decided to give Pierre what he wanted to hear, kind of.

“How about this Pierre, I do what I usually do back here and I’ll come out and talk to the committee and the critics. Does this satisfy you at all?”

Gathering his pride because Pierre is indeed an intelligent man and he knows when he is being pacified, he left her domain but not before one last parting shot.

“That sounds fine Vivian but Vivian, please don’t forget where you came from. And never forget who is in charge here. I can break you.”

As the door shut behind him, he heard her murmur something but he didn’t really care. He had had the last word.

“He calls himself a man, a snake is more like it.” Vivian honestly could not take Pierre anymore. Every day that he was near her was another day closer to her snapping. And she definitely could not snap right when she had so much to lose. Tonight was the big night. Food critics and the committee of stars were eating here tonight. She had just started to gain success but a review from them could be the difference between freedom and life under Pierre’s thumb. With a good review and more stars added to her restaurant she would meet the terms of Pierre’s contract, so tonight had to be perfect for more reasons then one.

Usually I enjoy waking up this early. The earlier you wake up the more you can get done during the day, that’s my philosophy anyways. Yet today I wasn’t waking up with the usual pep in my step, coffee something I usually scoff at, is going to be much needed this morning. Dragging on my sweats and loafers, I decided a drive to Starbucks would be just what I needed to star this dreaded day. Dammit! I knew I shouldn’t have come to Starbucks, I just knew that it would be crowded. If I didn’t need the coffee so bad I would definitely bounce. I do not have the patience to wait in lines, freaking Americans and their need for coffee. Well look at that my day just got a lot better, waiting in line about four people in front me is an ass that is just asking for me to ride it and legs that I feel would look great around over my shoulders. I need to meet this chick so I can see the front of her and if she meets my expectations, I just might let her ride my stick. Ahhh Shit, this dumb bitch just spilt her coffee on my $80 sweats, there is no way this stain is getting out. Frustrated, I decided this asshole needed a putting down and I would definitely be glad to be the one to dish it out. “What the hell!!! You can’t see where you’re going? Stupid Cow! You fucking Americans can never do anything right!! I hope you know you’re going to buy me a new pair of loafers and sweats. So that’s going to cost you $220, and I’ll only accept cash.” “I’m so sorry Aiden!! I’m just in a rush. I have to get this back to my boss or else I’ll be fired and I really need this job. I’m pretty much broke. Can you just take an IOU or just forget about this? I mean you are rich!” “I see you know of me and if you know of me then you must have heard about me. Correct Mss.…?” “My name is Me…” “Actually it doesn’t really matter, all that matters is that you pay me back. You won’t get through life if people just let you get away with any and everything. Sooo let this be a lesson, hmmm. When you get your first paycheck, send it to this address, and don’t think I won’t remember. And since you know of me, then you also know I can make your life a living hell. By the way Me.. Its Mr. Neeson no one calls me Aiden except for my friends and you are far from that. Understood?” “Yes Mr. Neeson.” “Good.” Awww that felt good, think I relieved a lot of stress chewing out that young brat in front of everybody. I don’t even need coffee anymore. Turning around I left Starbucks with the previous thought of meeting the brunette hotty with a body gone from mind. Stepping into my custom made Tom Ford suit and Gucci shoes; I was ready to start my final day as President and CEO of my baby, Aries Route 6 Designs. Hopping into my refurbished Camaro, (what? I may like foreign designs but I’m all about the American Muscle) I headed towards downtown Los Angeles. As I merged onto the 5, I began to reminisce on the days when I first started the company. It was just me traveling around on the last of my inheritance and absorbing different cultures and their unique styles, when I stumbled upon the idea of starting a fashion forward men’s fashion house. I already had an impeccable sense of style, fitting different pieces from different cultures, etc., after learning how to sew, I was the complete package. However, no one was taking me seriously. Calling my ideas radical and senseless, the top fashion people proclaimed men were not ready to wear my kind of fashion. With no support, I sold everything I had and used the last 1 million of my inheritance and started my company. And now I have the top men fashion house in the world and one of the top fashion houses in the world. A multi-million dollar empire and I owe my success to no one else but myself. It was my vision, my designs, my hard work that made route 6 what it is today. Of course I owe my downfall to myself also. For when one works hard one has to play hard, at least that was my philosophy. There were women, parties, alcohol, drugs, Hollywood and friends who encouraged it all. When you have everything at your fingertips, why not make use of it. Of course, money is needed for these expensive habits and my company started going under but all I needed were a few investors and why not invest in my company it is making money. However, it got to the point where I was no longer the major stock holder and my title was now just a façade. I no longer held the reigns to the company and they decided to just sale it right from under me. Sure I was getting a huge paycheck out of it but they were literally tearing me apart from my baby that I created, nurtured, loved, cried tears of anger and joy over. There was going to be a huge gap missing from my life. One that I don’t ever know if I will be ever able to fill, there is now an empty spot in my heart. My passion is gone. Arriving at the high rise, I took a deep breath and walked in ready to sign the papers and with that my life away.