Chapitre 8: Are you Declan Wilson?

A rival company had been making counterfeit products with his. They copied everything Declan added to his site, and he had a feeling that there was an informant in his company. There was no way they could have easily gotten the code to make a perfect copy of his programs.

Alex on the other hand already had two ladies glued to him. As the expert he was he maneuvered dancing with them both while swaying to the beat as if he was a professional dancer. He had attracted more girls with his dance skills, but Declan was sure it had more to do with his look and his bad-boy aura. Sometimes ladies didn't know what was good for them. Alex wasn't wearing a mask to look as if he was bad. Alex was bad. He was simply the man you would tell any woman to look the other way, and that was why Declan wouldn't want him closer to Fiona in any way.

"Hello, handsome." A lady appeared in front of Declan from nowhere. He hadn't been paying attention to the people, but he could see the features on the lady's face, and she wasn't that bad. She was going to do for the night.

Declan put his hand on her waist, "Hello, beautiful."

She smiled; glad to have gotten his attention. She had been staring at him from the bar, and although he looked very familiar, she doubted she would see the most eligible bachelor alone in a club as popular as this.

"Wanna dance?"

Declan frowned. Weren't they dancing already? Was there another way to dance apart from swaying one's body to the beat?

"I thought we were already doing that. The question should be, do you want to f"ck?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she moved closer to him angling her lips to his. She was shorter than him, even in her heels, and he had to look down at her, "I would prefer that too. I like that you are so straightforward." She turned around grinding her ass on him. He groaned and looked around to bid Alex an early bye, but he was already gone.

Declan pulled the lady towards the back exit to his car. The moment she saw the car, she stopped and touched the car as if it was some gold.

"You own this baby?" She chimed.

Declan nodded, "You can get in now. "The sooner you come in, the sooner we get to do this."

She smiled and entered the car. Declan drove to the nearest hotel within minutes. He wasn't ready to take some strange lady whose name he didn't know to his house. The only female he had taken to his house apart from his mother was Fiona, and she had ended up betraying him.

The moment he closed the door behind them, he started shrugging off his clothes. The lady stood still staring at him with a strange expression on her face. He sighed, "Are you going to off your clothes, or should I help you."

She stayed quiet, then, "Are you Declan Wilson?"

His hand paused on his belt. He hadn't told this strange woman his name, yet she knew who he was. He took two long strides and sat on the bed. "Who are you?"

She grinned showing off her white teeth, "I'm correct, right?" She ran and sat beside him while focusing her gaze on him. "Of course, you are Declan Wilson? Why didn't I recognize you immediately?" She smacked her forehead.

Declan stayed quiet, he had no idea where this conversation was going. She could be a spy sent to get information about him. But, if she were a spy, she wouldn't have given herself away that easily. She wouldn't have been surprised, and excited to be in the same room with him. His face was expressionless, it was a mask he had mastered in the presence of strangers. People are out there to get him, and they could easily use his open expression to get him if he wasn't careful enough.

"Who are you?" he questioned. Her grin was replaced by a frown, " I'm Maggie, but I am sure you don't know me." She moved closer to him as if they weren't close enough already. "I am such a huge fan of yours that was why I was surprised that I didn't recognize you immediately."

Declan focused on this strange woman. She had long red hair with a v-shaped face that made every feature on her face small, especially her lips. She would pass as beautiful to some, but she was just like every other girl to him. He was a businessman, he didn't have fans, The one with fans was Alex.

Excited, she continued. "I have always wanted to meet the owner of D' Factor. I'm glad to meet you."

He exhaled. This was not how he had expected his night to go, meeting some strange lady he was supposed to bang calling herself his fan. She rummaged through her bag and brought out a book and pen. "Please, can I get your autograph?"

He nodded and signed the paper for her. He had totally lost interest in banging her, so he decided to talk to her. "How did you become my fan? I am not some sort of celebrity. I am just a businessman."

She smiled, "You are a celebrity to me. You are the most eligible bachelor in the country." Suddenly, her eyes got wide and she clutched his arm, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He shrugged her off. "No, and I don't plan on having any soon."

The smile didn't diminish on her face. She stood up and twirled for him. "What do you think about me? I can be your girlfriend?"

He frowned, there was no way he was banging this girl again. He didn't need another lady clutching onto him like some bug. "I don't want a girlfriend, and I have suddenly lost interest in fuckin'. You can leave now."

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