Executive Decision

Executive Decision 003: Beneath the Surface

Sierra: Sierra was clearly out of her mind. Why else would she completely disregard her own rule of no second chances, actually schedule another meeting, a dinner meeting, with the very man that her mind twisted up on knots. Once again she was walking in to their neutral meeting space. Only this time, instead of dressed like a knockout bimbo with intent to harass him, she was dressed as herself. Sierra McKinney. And this was going to be strange… -07:55 Dec 18
Gian: He met her outside, there was no press, no fanfair. He was wressed in a simple golf shirt and slacks, nothing special, and certainlu nothing hidden in his pocjkets. He had no game plan, and he had no unterious motive, other than the fact she was going to enjoy tonight, on one sense, or both. -07:59 Dec 18
Sierra: When she approached, she looked wary. But she held up her hands to show they were empty. “No financial records or paperwork. This is a date, Bentivoglio…” she muttered. One that she wasn’t planning on sabotaging. Which made her all the more uneasy! -08:02 Dec 18
Gian: “Good I’ve had enough business.” he said. “My father is a very adament man when he wants to be. He and I had words over the apropriations of an emergency expence account he caught me trying to make. He thinks I’m sabotaging the deal of the century, when really nothing could be further from the truth. Good thing he can’t actually stop me making it. Pity the one I’m offering it to is too proud to take it.” -08:06 Dec 18
Sierra: “You are the most confounding person I have ever met.” Her couldn’t possibly mean making an expense account for her. And if that were the case, she didn’t know if she should be insulted, suspicious, or amused. Her hands rest on her hips for a moment, tapping as she frowned. “I don’t know if you’re manipulating me, playing games, or are just naturally infuriating and I hate not knowing.” -08:11 Dec 18
Gian: He pulled a card out of his pocket and placed it on the table. “In case you were being serious and you will end us destitute if this deal doesn’t go through there will be enough on this card for you to live comfirtably for the rest of your life.” he said ignoring her indirect question. “So there, you don’t have to feel forced to marry me anymore.” he leaned back and crossed his arms. “Of course the funds only unfreeze of you do end up on the streets with nothing no you’ll just have to trust me.” -08:18 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra leaned and picked up the card. Holding it with both hands and tapping her fingers at the edge of it. There was the temptation to snap it right there. She didn’t need his charity. Was he even being charitable?! “That’s just the problem, though, isn’t it. Trust. I don’t trust you. And for some reason you think I am just supposed to, for no reason, on pure faith alone.” Sierra stared him down for a moment, before her expression soften and with a slight huff she was tucking the card away in to a little snap pocket book. “…but I suppose it’s only fair to give you one opportunity. One.” she mumbled. -08:24 Dec 18
Gian: He shook his head. “I don’t expect you to trust me. I never expect anyone to trust anyone and I sure as the sards are red don’t trust anyone.” he said this cynical sentens was occonpaniec by him opeing the wine list as if he had been commenting on the weather. “That is why I like my sex shallow, menaingless, and with many people, or used to.” he pointed to a bottle and the waitor bowedbefore taking the list back. “But I can see things from your perspective, and the feeling of being trapped is something I resurve for those I seek to control utterly. You’re too creative for that, I woud never want to restrict your tallent. I guess that I’m trying to say is I respect you.” -08:30 Dec 18
Sierra: This was exactly what she meant by confusing. He said one thing and behaved in a completely different way. Sierra finally slipped in to her seat. There was no sense in standing there all night. “I am not sure if I believe you. …but we’ll see, won’t we?” She reached for her glass of water and took a sip. “This is going to be a problem for me…” she finally stated, slowly… as if she really wasn’t sure she wanted to have this conversation. “I need trust. Trust is important for me. I have to trust the people I work with, and I need to trust the person I’m going to be married to the rest of my life. And he needs to trust me. Respect is a good start, but it doesn’t go very far without trust.” -08:38 Dec 18
Gian: “There are rumors about my family.” he said. “That the Bentivoglios solve problems thier own way. An accountant skimming off the top into his own pocket finds himslef in a transtude accident. A Bentivoglio son scenemig against the family with a company you are very familiar with turns up dead a few dats later… those rumors are true.” he said. “I have never personally endorsed this meathod of bussiness but it was my father’s stock in trade. Since I’m taking over the dusiness I’m putting a stop to it, but this is what I grew up with. Hnives at my back in the hands of those who call me son, or brother. Trust has to be earned Sierra. You’ve made threats against me and I take all threats seriously. What can you say now that will make trusting you easier. because I would like to trust you.” -08:44 Dec 18
Sierra: Sharp. Speaking of knives to the back, it felt like having needles run up her spine having him so openly admit those rumors were true. His family killed people, it really wasn’t a surprise. Sierra fell silent, twisting her water glass on the table as she chewed her lip and gave it some thought. “Nothing, I suppose.” she admitted. “Every threat I made, I meant it. I felt threatened, so I threatened back. Someone hurts me, I hurt them. And I got shoved in to a situation I didn’t want to be in. …so I can’t take it back. But I could try to.. be more… open?” That was a hard thing to give. He had no idea how hard! -08:51 Dec 18
Gian: “That card gives you a way out.” he said”It will be the first bridge of trust even though I doubt you will use it. You’re not the type to back out of anything.” he leaned forwards and looked her in the eyes. “A fair warning, my father and I most resemble eachother after being betrayed.” he accepted a glass of wine and indicated for her to ge given one too. “I want you to know what you’re getting into, that is why I’m telling you everything. I gave you a way out, so you need to understand where you are before you decide not to use it because if we’re getting married I need to be able to trust it will last.” -08:58 Dec 18
Sierra: “I am not an idiot, Gian. You can sure as hell bet I’ll know exactly what I am getting in do if we marry.” If she had too much pride, he was too damned arrogant. The wine she accepted with a smile, sipped and appreciated for the moment as she eyed the man across the table. “Your family might be a bunch of back-stabbing thugs, Gian, but I’m not. If we get married, it’s going to be forever. There’s not going to be anyone on this planet you could trust more than me, and it’s not just for your benefit, but because that’s what I need. I want a real husband, not a business partner…” -09:03 Dec 18
Gian: He mashed his fingers on the table and took a pacient breath. “Don’t assume I’m assuming you’re an idiot. Sometimes things need to be said for clarities sake.” he said “Forever is a long time and it we’re facing it together then we need to be on the same page.” he picked up his glass and took a sip. “And giving you a way out is my way of seeing if you really do want to marry me.” -09:10 Dec 18
Sierra: Hrm. Was he getting frustrated with her? It was the first time she had seen even an inkling of him not having everything perfectly under control. Sierra smiled wide and leaned back in her seat. Swirling the wine in her glass. “If I don’t want to marry you, I am not going to. It doesn’t matter what my father says, where I will end up, or whether or not you’ve so -kindly- allowed me an escape route. Do you even know -why- all of this pisses me off so much? I can promise you it’s not because I feel powerless. Because I don’t…” -09:20 Dec 18
Gian: He quirked an eyebrow at her and then took another sip from his glass. “No, none of those worth the time ever do, because they see thier own ways out.” he gave her a smirk and set his glass down. “And as I’m sure you’ve noticed. If we’re going to be married there will be sex, between us, exclusivly, on a regular basis. I’m sure it would help you trust me to know I’m not looking to sleep around?” -09:24 Dec 18
Sierra: And there it was again, the assinine smirking that just instantly made her want to smack him. He would have to bring it back to sex, which sent a flush of red to her cheeks and had Sierra staring in to her glass instead of at him. “Sex is a part of a working marriage.” she mumbled, tapping the glass against her lips. Damnation. Now she was shifting in her seat. “Though what makes you think you are so interesting for it to be a regular basis, Gian…” and that tone of her voice. Accidental flirting. Purely accidental! -09:31 Dec 18
Gian: “That color on your cheeks for one thing.” he said. “Your smile for another. The fact that you would be the first person willing to be in a relationship with me without the promise of shiny baubles is yet another. I never claim he be good in bed, or that I’m a rolemodel when it comes to monogamy. But you’re the first peson I’ve met that I’ve been willing to give that too, and I promise that next time I’ll show you something differnet to the previous times. It will be just us, alone, a little music. No rush, just getting to know eachother in the biblical sense.” -09:37 Dec 18
Sierra: Why did that offer give her goosebumps and force her to shift in her seat to cross her legs. She moistened her lips with a drink of wine, and willed her subconcious to behave. Sierra didn’t even like him. So why was the promise of a night alone sounding so, so tempting. “You’re very good at speeches, Gian. I hope you can make good on your promises. I don’t like to be disappointed.” -09:43 Dec 18
Gian: “You’ve been technically satisied both times we’ve met.” he said “Tonight I’m going to take the time make sure you’re not angry at me for it afterwards. After a nice meal of course, during which I will look into your eyes a lot and mull over why you make me was to be a one woman man. I’m having just a simple pomodoro with a side of garlic bread tonight.” the last sentence was to the waitor. -09:46 Dec 18
[Sierra is having dinner with her fiance. An actual… not so bad.. dinner.] -06:13 Dec 18
[Gian for once is winging it, and is on a date.] -06:15 Dec 18
Sierra: "Physically doesn’t count. Lets just go ahead and make that clear." And her face was red. Again. It didn’t matter she was a grown woman, had plenty of men before. For some reason THIS man was unnerving. Sierra muttered her order to the waitor quickly, and then her eyes were right back on Gian. "You are, however, starting to head down the right track." -06:22 Dec 18
Gian: "Don’t think I was ALL force and subjigate did you?" he asked placing a hand on the table. "You should know however that it takes a very special woman to tame me enough to take it slow once lips meet. Think you’re up to the job?" -06:30 Dec 18
Sierra: "I like challenges. I’m not so sure you are a challenge, though. Just a pain." Sierra smirked at him, even leaning forward on the table. Maybe even just a tiny bit relaxing. It didn’t have to be a knock-down battle. "I do think you are all force and control, however. So I am very interested in seeing you totally lose it." -06:34 Dec 18
Gian: "There are many ways to lose it." he pointed out. "I think the one you’re looking for is the hardest to get." he tapped his nails on his glass and eyed her. "Do you think sex is something special, or just satisfying a need?" -06:39 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra stared at him in amazement before she suddenly laughed. "You’re seriously asking that question? You’ve fucked me twice, both resulting with me being pissed as shit and you actually ask me what I think." Another sip of wine, and she just… couldn’t get over her amazement. Was he just asking to hear her say it, or was he actually that damned clueless? "What do YOU think my opinion is? Based on whatever background information you dug up on me. First impressions." -06:47 Dec 18
Gian: "I see." was his only reply before he stood, slowly. "I need to go to the bathroom for a moment. I’ll be back." he turned and headed off before glancing back at her. She was a difficult person, maybe there was something to her other than what the public knew. -06:52 Dec 18
Sierra: And now he was escaping. Another moment of surprise for Sierra. Why was it, the vast majority of time he didn’t do what she expected from him. She didn’t like surprises… Once he was out of sight, she was frowning at her glass. Maybe this was a bad idea. Surely it was easier living on the separate side of the globe from her soon-to-be husband… -06:56 Dec 18
Gian: When he returned he sat and pulled his chair forwardsand gave her a smile before refilling his glass. "I havn’t done any digging into your personal life." he said. "That would be inconciderate. My father has but I havn’t bothered to learn what he found. So before you say anything just remember I prefer to be told personal things by the people they are personal to, unless I want to know thing for business reasons." -07:00 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra set her empty glass down on the empty and pushed it towards him. Her expression was a little dubious, with the slight raise of her eyebrown and the faint frown. "And you weren’t in the bathroom quickly searching for my past boyfriends, lovers, and somesuch…" -07:04 Dec 18
Gian: He filled her glass and pushed it back at her. "I was taking a leak." he said eying her. "You past boyfriends are not my business, unless they make themselves my business and then they won’t be for long. Some of us in this business don’t have to know absolutly everything about everyone around us. How many names of my former consorts to you know? I know someone has been around asking about them." -07:08 Dec 18
Sierra: "Hmm. I know the more famous ones, quite a few after that… and then I begged no more when the list became ridiculous. Perhaps I should be asking you how you view sex." Sierra took her glass back, but didn’t drink. Just swirled it’s contents a bit as she gave him that wide smirk. "So? You admitted you have shallow relationships and a problem with trusting people. Normally someone like that doesn’t have sex with everything that breathes." -07:12 Dec 18
Gian: "I’m a needy man." he said taking a sip and eying her. "And staying with the same person for too long makes things complicated, and very few women can satisfy my appitite completely without help. And no I don’t mean threesomes, I mean as they’re recovering I see someone else, but then I think yu guessed that. You probably hate me because of that pattern of behaviour." -07:17 Dec 18
Sierra: "No. I hate you for not asking permission." It was hard remembering she was pissed off when she was talking to him like this. And that small disturbing fact that she might have liked that he didn’t ask permission. …this was not a realization she wanted to come to in the middle of a dinner date. Sierra cleared her throat, and gestured a finger towards the bottle. "You have good taste in wine." -07:24 Dec 18
Gian: "If you truly obgected would you be here alone with me tonight on a date?" he asked her before looking at the bottle. "It’s on of my favorites that are actually grown on mars." he explained. "That, and I own it, but I only own it because they make good wine. Next time we’re get an import that I also find to be very good. Ahh.." thier food had arived and he wasmore than eager to sprincle cheese onto his. "Do you have a favorite?" -07:29 Dec 18
Sierra: Damnit. That hadn’t occured to her. Sierra was frowning again, and just shook her head. "I only drink wine on dates and at events. I prefer hot tea or water with cucumber." Sierra picked up the glass to peer through it. The man owned a winery too. But then, whatever her family didn’t own was probably his. The glass was set down, and she smiled at the waitor once their plates arrived. Ravioli in a simple sauce with fresh cracked pepper. "Do you take all of your dates to nice places and treat them to your favorite wine?" -07:41 Dec 18
[Gian enters.] -08:01 Dec 18
[(Timeout) Gian was consumed alive by feral plot bunnies.] -08:02 Dec 18
Gian: He checkled. "Out first meeting, that is a typical date for me, sometimes with more talk beforehand, but never wine." he held up the glass and looked into the dark liquid. "Wine is somethign I usually enjoy with people I want to spend time with." -08:16 Dec 18
Sierra: "You just get more and more confusing, don’t you." she mumbled to herself. That actually made her more uncomfortable than when she thought he was a scheming, psychopathic asshole. A rare, awkward moment that she didn’t know where to go next. "I can honestly say, you’re not my typical date…" -08:30 Dec 18
Gian: "Then we’re in the same boat." he said placing his glass down ans laoding his roks with pasta to take a bite and glance up at her, chew and swallow. "You an say at least we’re getting through the meal before I bring out to sissors tonight." it was a joke he wasn’t actually carrying any with him, this time. "Do you want to see the place no other date ever has?" -08:37 Dec 18
Sierra: "Hmm, you promised there was nothing in your pockets, lying already, Gian?" That was a terrible joke. And Sierra was itching to ask him why he carried around scissors to begin with, but she doubted that she really wanted to know. Or perhaps she already did? Her fork tapped on her plate as she rest her chin in her hand and gave him a curious look. "Another special first? I’d be lying myself if I said I wasn’t curious…" -08:41 Dec 18
Gian: "If we’re going to be married you need to see where I live?" he said eying her. "The place I go to reflect on everything I’ve done and plan my next moves. The place where I control everything." he kept his eyes in her as he ate and watched her, testing her. Would she bite? -08:50 Dec 18
Sierra: "To the lion’s den." She ate and she would take a sip of wine. Give an examining look, deliberately silent as she gave it some consideration. Sierra was battling an inner duel between her suspicion and that irritating curiosity. She should know if they were going to be married. It’s not like she could avoid him. He already proved that today! "I suppose I’d like to see where the man sleeps when he’s not ruling half the world." -08:54 Dec 18
Gian: He gave her a smile and then took another sip of wine. "Excelent. I hope you won’t be dissapointed." he ate quickly and was soon looking at an empty plate and leaning abck in his chair. She had agreed to go home with him, that meant that she was going to be technically physically satisfied if nothing else. "I have to say, I like that angle your eyebrow takes when you’re thinking." -09:00 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra took all the time in the world to eat. She didn’t like to rush through good food. And maybe the fact he was plying her with compliments also amused her. How observant he was, not so much. She finished her glass of wine and made an effort to be as expressionless as possible. Easier thought, than done. "You seem to like a lot of things about me, Gian. Now when am -I- going to be infatuated?" she teased. -09:04 Dec 18
Gian: "That is entirely up to you." he said. "I’m trying to look at the good things about you since we’ll be maried and I want to…" he stopped to lean over and refill her glass, his his a splash and down it. "Maybe when you open up to me, unless you want me to see this as a bussiness deal and treat it like one, I can do that too. In which case I’ll be adding a sex clause to the contract, a dress code for personal areas, a schedule for dates and public excursions, and… well I don’t think either of us would be happy if that were the case." -09:10 Dec 18
Sierra: "I told you that’s not the kind of marriage I really want…" she sounded a bit annoyed, and why wouldn’t she be? The contract she tried to scare him with was for that purpose only. Scare him away. The thought of having to follow some assinine conditions… sex clause? Dress codes? Sierra scoffed and drank some more. Had she any sense she would have refused more wine. But it was good wine, and a little liquid courage would do her very well! "Sex contracts are messy, messy business in any case. I’d rather not have to deal with that with my husband. I told you trust was important…" -09:19 Dec 18
Gian: He smirked and shot her a look. "That wasn’t a serious option." he said, in truth is was a cover. "Frankly I’d rather take over your company the hard way than have a marriage work that way, but here we are, on a date, and I have no idea if we’re doing it right. You’re not a floozie to be seduced ad that’s what I’m used to." -09:25 Dec 18
Sierra: "You’re doing unexpectedly well so far, Gian. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you damn well do know how to treat someone on a date." Not a floozie to be seduced. It was a line, she knew it was. But she still cast that smug, satisfied smirk. No woman could resist a night full of compliments without taking pride in at least a few. Not even her. "Why even agree to the marriage? You like your life, I know you do. We could have made a different deal, and you don’t strike me as the type to agree to wild ideas by backwards old men…" -09:32 Dec 18
Gian: "When my father says something, you agree." he said simply. "And there isn’t a man on mars whe wouldn’t want to be married to you, we just need to find something that works." he sighed. "If you ever met my father you’d understand. Standing up to him enough to get that expence account was more than I’d ever normally do. Schedule a meeting with him, see if you can dissagree with him knowing his reputation, and that the rumors are true. I was just happy you’re not marrying my surviving brother. You should be too. We’s ten times worse that I am." -09:42 Dec 18
Sierra: "I’d be the same with them as I am with you, the minute either one of them pissed me off." If he was the best of the bunch, and the mess she got in to with him… "…Maybe you’re right. It’s probably best that it’s you. I can barely deal with you without feeling like I’m out of my mind." Another reluctant confession, probably to blame on her empty glass of wine. She set it aside. "My father is like that. You don’t say no, unless he wants you to say no. And then when you think you’ve found a way around it, you realize it’s what he really wanted all along. I don’t like being manipulated.." -09:49 Dec 18
Gian: "At meast he lets you think you’re doing things your way. My father is all about intimidation. It’s how he maintained and expanded our holdings even with your family ariving on the scene. Maybe that is why I never knew my mother." he looked at the bottle, shame to waste whe small amount left… emptying it into his glass he swirled it around and drained it. -09:55 Dec 18
[Gian os takign a woman home, suprisingly fot the first time.] -06:44 Dec 19
[Sierra is only a liiiittle bit intoxicated by wine, and a loooot curious about her fiance’s never-had-a-girl-here home.] -06:45 Dec 19
Sierra: Sierra was still a little shaken by the man’s offering of so much personal information. To the point of even now, arriving at his home she was still silent. It was what she wanted, wasn’t it? But now she felt compelled to give back, and that she didn’t want to do. It was easy to make demands of other people. Not so much doing it yourself. "And you have really never brought a girl home?" That was a safe topic. Safer than his family. -06:49 Dec 19
Gian: A privte stanstube ride to an isolated and secure sectore and now he was sliding a keucard through the lock and making the roor slide open and the blinds flicked open in an inpresive display to let the starlight in. "Never, I like to keep this place untainted. It’s where I come to be the me without pressures, insluding the need for sex. Lydia." there was a beep from the room. "Moonglow, please." overhead hundreds on tiny pale blue lights surned on simulating moonlight as the computer listened to his command. "And add Sierra to the whitelist." he indicated his guest. "Bedroom, bathroom, livingroom, kitchen. Thank you." he turned back to her and gave an noncommental look. "Talks less than a buttler; feel free to look around." -06:56 Dec 19
Sierra: "It’s not traditional, that’s for sure." she mumbled, stepping insane and glancing around. The view was spectacular and the lightening relaxing… She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it. It was better than the ancient stuffy atmosphere her father liked to bring to every room in their home. "What do you do here, when you are being just you?" she asked, running her fingers over a table as she passed it. This really wasn’t the sort of place she expected him to live in. -07:00 Dec 19
Gian: "Sleep, eat, drink, build, plan, play, observe, reflect. Is there anything a man can’t do on his own?" he walked deeper into the room and made sure the light in the stoor room turned red when she Sierra got close to it indicating it locked itself. "WHen the pressure get too much, or family is at eachother’s throats, this is the one place I can relax. No one else ever comes here." -07:06 Dec 19
Sierra: "Hmm. But you’ve let me in here. ..with exceptions." She indicated to the locked door with a finger before she turned to him. Sierra was gaging his expressions again. Crossing her arms as she tapped a finger against her mouth. -07:14 Dec 19
Gian: "Never has anyone here so this is a good opotunity to test the security system." he said. "Lydia, add Siera to the whitelist for the storeroom." the light turned green. "Snack? Drink? Best view of virgin marsian surface in the western hemisquere? -07:21 Dec 19
Sierra: "There’s that ulterior motive I was looking for." she gave a teasing smirk before she stepped away. Crossing the room to the window so she could peer out. Her stance softened as she gazed at the landscape. There wasn’t a view like this in her own home. At not where she was allowed to go. Patriarch’s grand rules. "Before all this crap happened, did you ever think about getting married, Gian?" -07:27 Dec 19
Gian: "Never." he said. "I have everything I could ever want, and I’v never wanted marriage. It’s an investment with questionable rewards and a heavy price in time and hassle. And the fewer members in my family the better. I’ve mused on the notion of sitting in that chair, right there, and calling a private military contractor to pay them to level the city with everyone in it. But that’s a fantasy I’ll never play out. I’m not Nero. Nor do I want millions to pay for the sins of so few. What girl couls I possibly meet that wouldn’t be like you met the night we did, or some corporate shark sent to control me. No one controls me forever." -07:34 Dec 19
Sierra: Sierra laughed suddenly, turning around to face him with a wide grin and leaning up against the window. "You sound like me. Destroy everything in an angry rage. Only I was thinking about secret assassins and taking over the world." The grin faded to a thoughtful frown. Sierra tilted her head and was tapping her mouth again. "And marriage. I did want to get married one day. Someone that actually cares about you, only you? Respects you and is reliable? One person out of millions you can trust and be close to." -07:40 Dec 19
Gian: His turn to laugh. "I always thought that for one with my power, from my family, no such thing could exist. Maybe if I were a middle manager, or destitute, people would be the owner of most of mars from a family of psychos when they looked at me. Becayse that is all they see, even those girls who I used to spend my nights with. They would ask me things late at night. If it was true that my brother maked every girl he took in a very perminant way, if the Dovka twins were real of a myth. I used to think there would never be anyone who would see me for me." -07:45 Dec 19
Sierra: "We are trophies for the ambitios. Even to our fathers." Sierra pushed away from the window to approach him. Standing close, and leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Another smirk. "If it matters, I don’t give two shits about your brother, your father, or any of the other bullshit. They aren’t the ones I will be alone with at the end of the day." -07:53 Dec 19
Gian: "It is the end of the day." he said snaking an arm around her waist since she was close. "Are you saying you’re teh dream girl I never thought could exist? What do you see when you look at me?" his eyes met hers with a sudden intensity. "What am I to you?" -08:01 Dec 19
Sierra: That was a sudden shift, and Sierra found herself locked in place. Unable to find the will to pull herself away and that desire to test the limits being overwhelming. "I don’t know anymore." she admitted softly. "You’re not what I assumed, and every time I think I have you figured out, you switch it up on me again." Giving in to another impulse her hand rose to brush her fingers over his mouth. -08:08 Dec 19
Gian: He knit his brow. "That is the way I am, when people think they know you, they think they can controll you." he said before he took her hand in his and wih his fingers on hers parted his lips and drew it into his mouth to run his tongue against it’s tip. "Do you want to control me?" -08:15 Dec 19
Sierra: Her breath hitched, and she found herself curling her arm around his waist and plucking at the fabric of his shirt. Sierra nodded slowly. "I do. To an extent… Just as much as I’d like to see you out of control." That really shouldn’t have come out of her mouth. -08:24 Dec 19
Gian: He pulled her finger out of his mouth scraping his teeth along her skin and then looking at her. The he uncurls his arm fror around her and put both his hands on the collar of her shirt and wanked it open tearing fabric and popping bittons to open her shirt and run his hands down her chest and squeeze her breasts. -08:31 Dec 19
Sierra: Sierra gasped, and for a brief moment she wonder how she could be amused by something but so pissed off about it at the same time! She grabbed his hands and pulled them away, but didn’t step back. Sierra shook her head as she scowled at him. "No. You are going to kiss me first." If he honestly wanted them to work, he was going to do it right. Her way. -08:38 Dec 19
Gian: He twisted his hands out of hers as if he had done it before, but her grabbed her dea with a hand on either side and ravages her lips with his forcing his tongue between her lips and swirling it around as he pressed his body against hers. So not the slow exploring he har promised but there would be time for that after sex. -08:41 Dec 19
Sierra: Sierra groaned, her mouth parting as she returned his kiss with equal ferver. She meant to push him back, maybe slap him for going one step too far. But she was circling her arms around his neck even while scowling against his lips. -08:47 Dec 19
Gian: His hands slid down to her neck and down her hips to pull them against his as he tipted his head to ravage her lips with his and dray her tongue indo his mouth to suck on to and scrape his teeth against it and he grunted apreciativrly. He had tissed her, now in his book he had permision t do whatever he wanted. "You’re a great kisser he whispered herfore capturing her mouth again. -08:57 Dec 19
Sierra: "Don’t speak." she muttered in between biting his lip and then softly nibbling on it. Her hands gripped his shoulders for a moment before the ran down his chest and stomach, then began pulling his shirt up. "Take off your clothes, Gian." -09:04 Dec 19
Gian: He pulle off his shirt and fressd up against ehr to inhook her bra and pull to from her then his hands slid aorund her sides to unhook her skirt and drop it to the floor, then he burried his hands into her hair to pull her head back and crush his lip agaunst hers, then he was wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the floor. "Time for you to see the bedroom." -09:12 Dec 19
Sierra: Narrowing her eyes, both her hands wrapped around his wrist and squeezed. Perfectly manicured nails just barely digging in to his skin. She didn’t try tugging his hand away. Her instinct to fight and scream was warring with an unaccostomed twinge at the pit of her stomach. "It doesn’t seem I get a choice now, do I?" she murmured. Sierra twist her hips against him and arced her back to test his grip and balance. "I’m not one of your whimpering bimbos." -03:14 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: "Good." he twisted around, dumping her back on the back the bed, this time on her stomach back his hand struck her plump rump with a satisfying smack. Then with a rattlin his belt and trousers wnt sliding to the floor along with everything under them leaving him as naked as she was. He wasn’t shy, his erect member standing proudly as he reached out to take her hip. -03:20 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: She yelped, which was a regretable moment of weakness. Then she was rolling away from his hands, scooting backwards on the mattress. The scowl was gone now, replaced by a wide almost mocking smirk. Sierra leaned back on her hands and shook her head, crossing one leg over her knee and pointing a bouncing foot at him. "Giii-aaaan~! You didn’t ask for permission. But now that you’re undressed you can start by kissing my feet." Maybe the fact she knew he was going to refuse her was interesting. Just a tiny bit. -03:30 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: His smirk was as wide as her. "As fun as remaining dressed would be just to spite you…" he reached out to grab her ancle and pull her towards him with a strong tug, the silky fabric providing little resistance, then with an almost practiced motion he turned her over and with her kneeling with her back to him placed one hand on her hip and another over her shoulder to bend her over. He was working fast before she opened her mouth again, that is until his hips moved forwards and his shaft rubbed against her and he tightened his frip to keep her in place, the motion of his hips teasign her, but not splitting her open to push in just yet. "Actually, I was thinking of skilling a new steps…" -03:36 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: She sucked in a breath and bite in to the corner of her bottom lip, squirming under his grasp just to see how much she could shift. Sierra amost reached behind her to backhand him, instead she was propping herself up on an elbow, wriggling against him just to see if she could make him twitch and tighten the same way he had her twinging. "You like to be contrary." she breathed out in a sultry mumble. "What if I demanded you shutup and fuck me?" -03:48 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: He almost mist himself in the way she moved against him, almost. "THen I guess I’ll have to preempts your demand…" he said the hand moving from her shoulder to guide his tip to her and with a slow, drawn out motion he pushed into her. A smirk of satisfaction formed. She liked being demanding and yet he had her like this… there was another slap to her rum just to see how much the would tightem and when she did he pushed in faster, then started moving in ernest. he was too worked up to take it slow…. His hips ground against hers pushing him deeper into her as the nails of both ahnds dug into her hips. Why was cintrary, demanding and a pain in the neck but… or maybe because of that if made when he had his way with ehr all the better. -03:56 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: Too slow..! She nearly whimpered, but that moment of almost begging vanished when he slapped her ass again. Sierra didn’t take well to it, growling out a frustrated hiss and swinging an arm backwards to smack him back. He no longer had her pinned, which gave her all the room to escape, but all she could do was curl her hand in to the silk sheets. Her legs widened to give her more control and balance to push her hips back against him. Without meaning to she groaned out his name, prompting her to swing her arm back to strike at him again. -04:05 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: He caught the second swing and twisted her arm aorund pinning it against her back and he pushed harder, the wight in his hand anchoring her agaist the matress. He liked hearing his name on her lips like that and ther was a sound from his too even if the slaps had turned it into a growl and he slowed, holding her in place as he watched her, his heavy pants replacing all over sounds. No, he didn’t want this to be over quickly…"Sierra." he panted back, a fresh smirk on his face… maybe hes see how she reacted to different things after all. -04:13 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: She grunted a snarl of complaint, the fingers behind her back flexed before curling in to a tight fist, digging her nails in to her own palm. The pain was minimal if she didn’t struggle, but struggle she did. As he was dragging to an agonizingly snail’s pace, and her every twist or squirm ground him in to the perfect sweet spot. Once he muttered her name she squeezed her eyes shut. "Gian." she hissed back, the name getting broken when her voice got caught in a whimpering sigh. -04:24 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: The sped up, hips grinding against hers as he let out an audiable open mouth breath, so maybe he couldn’t take it that slow for long. He wanted to feel her tighten in climax. "Sierra." he said again louder with his teeth clenched. -04:29 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: Every thrust was making her whimper and moan now. Soft breathy squeaks to long gasping sighs. And Sierra would not be still. She shifted and twist. Pulled forward and pushed back. Her whole body was near burning with need, flushed and taunt with the mounting coil of pressure that almost had her pleading his name. When it finally snapped, she quaked and shuddered, almost melting in to the sheets as she surrendered to it. -04:40 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: She caved adn he did soon after… the sticky fluid splashing her thigh as he at least managed to remember that getting her pregnany BEFORE the wedding and maybe EVER was a bad idea. But once he was done he sank down next to her, a hand going to her chin to turn her face towards him before he brushed the hair from her face as he panted, unable to speak. -04:44 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: The action was oddly tender and so unexpected, Sierra remained still in a baffled silence. Just savoring that one strange moment of peaceful company. Once her breathing had settled, she opened her eyes to find him watching. A small thoughtful frown form as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She hadn’t hated this. Even found it exciting, almost. But a good night did not mean he could be trusted. "What are you thinking, Gian?" -04:53 Mar 25 Sierra
Gian: When she spoke he placed a finger against her lips in a gesture of silence. While it was true after sex he usually jumped strait into planning and deliberating now… now he wanted not to think. With her eyes open though he didn’t waste the opotunity to look into them. We would return her question if she pressed it… what was she thinking? What was the man in front of her to her. He still wasn’t sure he could trust her… -05:04 Mar 25 Gian
Sierra: She examined his face with a look of confusion, but conceeded. Sierra could have insisted, asked again and demanded to know. That was what she always did, and it was exhausting. Sighing deeply, she let it go – just this once. Shifting forward to curl up against him and rest her face in the crook of his neck. A companionable silence was strangly satisfying. It was not something she ever did, and Sierra suspected neither did he. -05:11 Mar 25 Sierra
Executive Decision

Executive Decision 002: Under The Desk

[Sierra is in her office working, and waiting for some people to arrive for a meeting.] -07:18 Dec 17
[Gian is unanounced and not knocking.] -07:27 Dec 17
Sierra: Sierra was busy writing. So when she heard the door open, she assumed it was her secretary and continued working. “I need a cup of coffee before the the board members arrive, and make sure there is sugar in it this time, please.” she muttered. -07:30 Dec 17
Gian: The door closed againa and five minuted late reopened. “You know I usually like a hello before being told what to do but I hope two lumps is enough.” he had a bemused smile on his face as he placed the mug down and sat on the corner of her desk. “Well arn’t we busy, too busy to remember you forgot the folder I gave you at our little meeting?” he asked placing that next to the mug. “Though I’d deliver it myself and see if you had one for me or if I needed to improve efficiency around here when I get the big seat…” -07:35 Dec 17
Sierra: She froze and her pen stilled for a moment. Forcing herself not to look up, she resumed her scribbling. Only now with a scowl across her face. “It’s easy to forget things when you find yourself mauled by your future husband. You’ll have to forgive me.” Sierra made a note to murder her secretary for letting him through the door. Taking the mug and sipping with only a mild look of approval she finally glanced up at him. “Besides, I am fairly certain you’re a over achieving little fuck and likely already did the research on your own. Better to conquer with, as they say?” -07:40 Dec 17
Gian: He leaned closer and watched her write. “But I’m not conquoring, am I? You’re giving it to me. Sierra, whatever you may think of me after last time I do want to work together in this. You can keep personal bussiness out of work attitude, can’t you. You’re one of the titans of mars. Of course you can. Even though you’re absolutely right, giving me your records is not only the required thing during a merger, it’s opening your hand for the shake, showing us you have nothing to hide. I thought you wanted this to work.” -07:45 Dec 17
Sierra: “Oh my. I am moved by such eloquent words! My entire world view changed, surely we could be the happiest of couples and business partners now that I know how much you care!” If sarcasm could kill, that would have done the trick. Instead she just had to make due with glaring at him for a moment, then scoffing and returning to her work. “You had your chance to make a good impression on me, and you didn’t. Deal with your consequences and get out of my office. I have a meeting and the last thing I need is you in here trying to weasel your way in to my half of the company.” -07:53 Dec 17
Gian: “As far as I remember it you tried to hardball me into an arangment you though I’d back out of to gain autonomous control for yourself. Now you’re being very difficult and trying to keep the two halves insular which voids the whole purpose of this in the first place. I know you’re not happy with this deal and I know you knew I’m not either but you’re being extremely selfish and putting your own hissyfit before the good of your own company. Family or not on a deal this big on my side you’re be taking a walk outside without a helmet. No, that’s no a threat, that’s me letting you know how my father likes to do business. Not that I think you hadn’t found that out in your own research. I suggest you get over yourself and whatever slight you took from out last meeting and do business.” -08:01 Dec 17
Sierra: If she could snap that pen with her hands and stab it in to his eye… Sierra dropped her pen and slowly rose from her chair. She placed her palms on her desk as she leaned forward and hissed at him. “It’s so easy to sound all self-righteous and reasonable when you’re getting exactly what you want regardless. Do you really think it makes any fucking difference what I decide? I refuse and walk away, I don’t get this company. I’m disowned and thrown out on the streets to spend the rest of my life living as a goddamned stripper. And if I agree? I’m rewarded with an arrogant prick and a company I’m probably not going to be able to run anyway. So fucking FORGIVE ME if I am less than enthusiastic. Maybe you want to try a different approach, hmm? Or get out. That would be better.” -08:11 Dec 17
Gian: He frowned, then deepened it into a scowl. “Do you want to know what I took away from out last meeting? I took away that you were a good bussines woman, a shrewd negociator, and wanted this to work. What I’m getting righ now is someone willing to cut off their nose to spite their face. I want you behind the scenes making sure everything goes right, I want you on every deal making them squirm with the barest milimeter of wiggle room. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t love to leave the book keeping and focus on the dealmaking. You’d be at every meeting and have the wieght of your own and you family’s stock behind you. I really don’t see what you’re worried about. Now are we going to discuss this contract or not?” -08:20 Dec 17
Sierra: “Wouldn’t it have been great to remember all of those things before fucking me on a table like one of your trashy bimbos. I have every right to be petty. I also have a -meeeting- at any moment and you’re not weloome.” Wasn’t that cute. Now he wanted to ply her with the compliments and the making nice. But it was too late. Sierra didn’t believe in second chances, especially not with him. Snatched up some of her papers, she rounded the desk and headed towards the door. “When I get back, you better be gone.” -08:27 Dec 17
Gian: “And what a mess you made.” he shot back not budging as she left. So she wasn’t the type to leave persona grudges at the office door. Pity, it would cost her millions. He had no intention of leaving however and glancing around he made sure no one one was watching before he pulled out her chair and slid under her spacious desk. She would really hate him forever for this but he wanted to see if making her melt in his arms, even for just a second last time was a fluke. -08:33 Dec 17
Sierra: The asshole. Sierra couldn’t remember ever being so furious. And she was just supposed to treat her life like a goddamned business deal? A marry some douchebag that treated her like an asset to add to his hefty collection? People scattered in the hall when she passed to drop off her papers. Smart people that respected her and her space. When she returned back to her office, no less fuming, she was at least relieved to see that it was empty. Just in time, because not moments after she closed the door her secretary buzzed in letting her know her guests arrived. “Send them in, thanks.” she muttered in to the com and circled around the desk to her chair. -08:40 Dec 17
Gian: A hand curled around the leg of her chair and pulled it further under the desk and then both hands were on her legs preventing her from kicking as he pulled off her shoe and kissed her ankle. An experiment to see hos sensitive she was. He didn’t say a word, he just licked up to her knee and then reache up to pyll her hips further forwards, until they were within reach. He didn’t care if she did have a meeting, that would just make this more fun. -08:45 Dec 17
Sierra: In walked to ricketty old men that looked about as ancient as Mars itself. Taking their sweet time shuffling in and both prefering to kiss her hand and linger too long instead of being satisfied with a shake. Sierra greeted them with a pleasant grin, but the moment she was seated… Thankfully both old codgers were too busy chattering to notice the way she froze and choked. That son of a bitch..! Sierra squirmed in her seat and shoved at him with a foot. And through some sort of miracle managed to keep her tone even while she spoke to her guests. She was going to kill him. Kill him. -08:50 Dec 17
Gian: He grabbed her foot and hand his hand up her leg to her knee, curled his fingers aroun it to hold it in palce and then used his other hand to run up and down her inner thigh as he nipped her knee. It was very very rare to him to give attention this low and not to stait for the crotch but her was teasing her, testing her. -08:56 Dec 17
Sierra: What the fuck did he think he was doing! “If we can skip through the pleasantries, as much as I love hearing tales about my father, I was um-” Shit. Sierra shifted in her seat. “We need to discuss the upcoming changes after the McKinney-Bentivoglio merger and what that means for the Board.” Damnit she was ticklish and this was going to end in someone’s murder. At least for now her tone was completely normal. She could do this. -09:02 Dec 17
Gian: She wasn’t responding like he’d hoped, there was only one thing to do, up the ante. His hadn travelen upwards to brufh her panty line under her skirt and pull in the fabric, slip underneath it ever so slightly before coign aorund and expertly brushing over the cloth and her folds before sliding back down her leg and then repeating the process, only this time it lingered a moment longer on her, pushing her panties into her. -09:06 Dec 17
Sierra: Her breath hitched and she was pretty sure her entire body had flushed hot in a split second. The old bastards were arguing now, one excited about the merger while the other complained. Leaving Sierra’s sudden distress going completely unnoticed. Her hand disappeared under the desk to pull her skirt down and squeeze her legs together. And when she did have to interject with comments, she nearly croaked out the words. -09:11 Dec 17
Gian: He pushed her knees apart with his elbow and reached up to slid his fingers between her thighs and under her panties. She was wet and he grinned as his fingertips stroked her folds lightly, a nail running up between them. Interesting, so the ice queen did indeed her hot and bothered. -09:18 Dec 17
Sierra: The man was a goddamned psycho. Sierra nearly whimpered but held it back by biting her tongue. She grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away, suddenly freezing and painting on the smile again when her guests were looking in her direction. Having to retract her hand so she could shuffle through papers to hand across the desk. “This is my… my schematics to… the merger. I’ve every intention for the…!” She sucked in a breath and tried to scoot her chair away, which resulted in a couple of curious stares. “…making an equalpartnershipandkeepingallboardmembers!” -09:25 Dec 17
Gian: When she shifted away he grabbed her chair and pulles it back towards her as his fingers slid inside her, penetrating her soft fonds and exploring her walls as his arm pushed forwards his thumb taking ofer the rubbing of rubbing the outside if her folds. Maybe he could get her to slip up, maybe he could get her to adjurn the meeting, maybe she could hold it together…. maybe. -09:30 Dec 17
Sierra: Her hand hit the desk with such a loud thump, it made both the old men jump. Her legs shifted and her toes curled…! “You okay there, girl…?” one of the coots asked, giving her a peculiar look. Sierra’s laugh was breathy, and slightly awkward. “I’m just… so damned excited about this merger! If you’ll flip to page six and read the negotiations you’ll uhm… um. Read it.” Oh gods, she couldn’t think. Her skin was craaawling with goosebumps and she bit in to her bottom lip. -09:37 Dec 17
Gian: She was responding beautifly and he wriggled his fingers deeper his thumb crushing into her clit and grinding in a circle. She was still going for it and he had to admire that. Girl had guts, when would she learn he actually respected her and not even his own father could say he did them. -09:43 Dec 17
Sierra: They were reading and she was dying. Absolutely dying, and trying her damndest not to make any sort of suspicious noise. Swallowing a gasp here, or digging her nails in to her skirt so she wouldn’t slam the desk again. She could already feel her body tensing and at this rate she was going to pass out if these jerks didn’t read faster…! -09:55 Dec 17
Gian: He stopped wriggling and started trusting with his fingers, adding anothing into her and using his other hadn to rub her leg softly. He was going to make her finish, he knew he was, He could feel her getting closer as sure as he could feel his own grin on his lips. Maybe she enjoyed kinky fun fucked in front of board members. Maybe after they left he’d get to push the papers from her desk and show her what it was like to have him withough him being rough. -10:01 Dec 17
Sierra: Sierra straightened in her seat, leaning backwards in her chair and biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. And then she was leaning forward on her desk, resting her head on her arms as she gave a sudden startling squeal. She very nearly kicked the jerk under the desk as her body responded. Both old men staring in surprised at the outburst, and Sierra was sitting up again as she gasped. “I …nearly forgot! Important paperwork, why don’t we just reschedule this…!” Oh gooood, she was delerious! -10:11 Dec 17
[(Timeout) Sierra has timed out.] -06:33 Dec 18
[(Timeout) Gian was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.] -06:33 Dec 18
[Chat Cleared by: System::Timeout (No Users)] -06:33 Dec 18
[Gian is fingerbanging his fiance,] -06:37 Dec 18
[Sierra is losing her mind!] -06:39 Dec 18
Gian: He twisted his wrist and found they small spongy spot on her wall, her g spot and rubber his fingers against it feeling it swell, then he ufshed into it and ground mercilessly. He would show her feeling like she had never had, then he would ease the minds of her investors. -06:43 Dec 18
Sierra: This could so easily be considered corporate sabotage! And she prayed that from the board’s perspective she looked like she was having a heart attack. And not two seconds from the brink of slipping to the floor in a whimpering puddle. “Can you um…. We’ll rechedule.” Sierra had to growl it out through her teeth, attempting to twist her chair again so she could rise, but not really trusting her knees to work! Which resulted in her just lifting a hand and pointing her finger at the door. “OUT!” -06:51 Dec 18
Gian: He grabbed the chair to hold it in place and in fact pulled it closer he he could repeat the process of massaging her g spot then pull his fingers from her, only to grab her hips and pull them forwardsunder the dest, her chair sinking lower as he let the air out of the pistom and burried his face in her crotchhis tongue running up the entire length of her slit before wriggling inside. -06:54 Dec 18
Sierra: Neither of the old codgers had a clue, but at her sudden out burst, both were shambling out with several grumbles of ‘Not in my day!’ and ‘Her father would never!’ and for Sierra the door didn’t close near soon enough! Just when she thought he was finally done harrassing her, there was that cool, wet flick of his tongue. Now that she was alone, she could gasp out loud. Gripping the armrest of her chair so tight her nails were digging in to the leather. “You sonofabitch.” she hissed at him! -06:59 Dec 18
Gian: He checkled pushing out her chair to hive himself haedroom to rus his tomgie over her clit as his fingers began probing her again, sliding up and down between her folds before he pushed his lips fully against them and pushed in his tongue and sqirled it around sucking. Every time they met she would come, he would make sure of that. -07:03 Dec 18
Sierra: “Just… stop…!” Oooh, maybe not. She could feel that all the way down to her toes. Sharp and throbbing, and nearly making her arc right out of her seat. Whether she meant to or not her hand fisted in to his hair, tugging but not pulling him away as she groaned aloud. -07:07 Dec 18
Gian: He lapped at the builting saltiness in her crotch and the ans that wasn’t massaging next her her folds gripped her thigh to keep her in place as he licked, wriggled and writhed into her. She was folding, he could feel it. “You do taste good.” he said before plunging his tpngue into her again and placing his hand on her stomach to rub his thumb against her clit. -07:12 Dec 18
Sierra: It was too late to give some biting quip about his lack of romanticism. Sierra couldn’t even find the words anymore! Writhing and squirming, not even to get away but just because it was impossible not to move with him. Staying still made her ache, moving had her heart thumping. Finally there was just no resisting! Sierra bit in to her tongue to silence her sudden scream. Stiffened as her body shook and the rush of feeling washed over her. -07:18 Dec 18
Gian: He taksed her, and when her did he smiled and lifted his head to push his lips into hers in a slow, pleased kiss. “Schedule another meeting with me.” he said running his hand through her hair. “It will be a date, a proper one with food and wine and a violinist and to choking or being on the table. Or you can just give you your financial records, up to you. All I knwo is it’s rare for me to meet someone like you. Now I have business to take care of, see, my fince comes first.” he stood and with another kiss started heading for the door. “I mean it.” opening the door and leaving her in her office he called to the two old men and moved to catch up with them. -07:24 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra was going to kill him. Just as soon as that blissfully languid contentment wore off and she didn’t feel like she’d just melt to the floor if she dare to shift a finger. Sierra stared at the door, bewildered for several moments before she finally had the energy to move. Pulling her chair back to her desk, she pressed the com button. “Cancel the rest of my meetings, please.” …What the hell just happened…! -07:30 Dec 18
Gian: “…so afture the murger you’ll both be much much richer and if you remain unconvinced I’ll happily but all your stock three above market.” he comcluded before he looked back and at the door and arcced a brow. He had expected to be followed. “Now please it’s been a pleasure to meet such legends as yourselves but I have a meeting with the future co-chair.” he smiled warmly adn shook both thier hands and then opene her door enough to look inside. “Sierra?” -07:35 Dec 18
Sierra: Sierra was still sitting in her chair, though now it was raised back to the proper level. Her face was still flushed and she hadn’t bothered to slip her shoes back on. She also wasn’t glaring, which might have been a good sign, except she wasn’t bothering to look up at him. She was scribbling on paperwork again. “I am fairly certain I told you to get out of my office.” -07:39 Dec 18
Gian: “Just scebule the meeting.” he said in a softer voice than usual. “My secretary will be waiting for the call. And don’t worry about those old men they seem a lot happier about the merger after I explained the numbers to them, and that you would still be in charge of all the section they care about, congradulations.” the door closed and he was gone. -07:43 Dec 18
Executive Decision

Executive Decision 001: A Contracted Marriage

[Sierra McKinney is heiress to Mars’ largest corporate enterprise. And tonight she is going to sabatage a “date” out of spite.] -06:53 Nov 23
[Gian Bentivoglio, hier to half of mars and one of the most powerful corpertions in the modern era has a bisiness meeting to discuss hos marriage with his new aranged fiance. He’s hoping to make it quick. He has lunch plans.] -06:54 Nov 23
Sierra: She was dressed to kill. Maybe even literally depending on how long it took to scare him. Sierra at least would make a good first impression, dressed in a short little black dress and long heels and her hair pulled over one shoulder. A great first look, then she’d let out the crazy. Sierra smirked as she stepped in to their designated "meeting" room. Hrrm. Not exactly "romantic" for meeting her new "fiancee". -06:58 Nov 23
[Sierra enters.] -07:03 Nov 23
Gian: He was already there, dressed well, very well, pure silf shirt woven into a pattern that was only visible when it reflected the light vrom the ceiling lights. His long hair and mediteranian features reminiscent of Roman emperors and black pants over dress shoes. He wasn’t dressed for her, he would be eating with someone else. He was dressed up for them. When she entered he let out a low whistle. "So is she coming?" he asked sarcasticly. Of course this was here, there wasn’t a person on mars, or earth for tat matter whe didn’t know her face, but she was dressed so out of place for a business meeting it was funny. Then he was opening a folder and pushing a peice of paper towards her. The contract thier parents had signed for them. "Thought you should have one of these before we begin. We have to have a child withis ten years." and if she dressed like that he wouldn’t mind making one at all. -07:06 Nov 23
[Sierra huffs.] -07:08 Nov 23
Sierra: "So this is how you ask girl’s out on dates? No wonder you’re not married yet." Contract? Seriously? Clearly the man didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. This might actually be easy. Striding across the room, she snatched up the paper and read over it quickly. Iron-clad, sneaky sons of bitches… Sierra gave him a look over between reading lines. Where to start? "None of this is acceptable. How do I know any of that-" she gestured at him with a hand, "even works? I suppose we can discuss your credentials over dinner." -07:14 Nov 23
Gian: "I’m having dinner with one of my credentials." he said. "If you want to watch what happens after dinner then you’ll learn a thing or two." he pointed to a chair. "In the meantime we have work to do. That contract in your hands is already in effect there is nothing we can do to chnace it, but if you look in clause C paragraph 2 he can make addendums so long as they don’t countermand the original contract and we agree on them." -07:18 Nov 23
Sierra: "Interesting. You can’t sit down and spend an entire evening with your fiance before you go running off with some cheap bimbo? Oh, we’re definitely going to change that." Fine. If he wanted to play contracts and hard ball instead of the dating games, Sierra could play. And Sierra would win. Stepping over to the chair, she had a seat. Back straight and a leg crossed over her knee. She pulled a silver pen out, that was hidden in the twist of hair at her shoulder. Her pen. Sierra was already making notations. "Why don’t we start with women now that the topic is on the floor, hmm? I’m not going to be made a fool of. No affairs." -07:22 Nov 23
Gian: "I was told this would be a meeting,not a vindictive bitching party." he said significantly less happily. "If you want to cancel my bombo tonight, and believe me shes not cheep, then how about you replace her?" he was eying her, dressed like that she had to be after something. I could show you exactly fow baby making works right here on this table." he watched her. "Either way I’ll have a sexy woman tonight until she screams.. I hope you like things rough." -07:29 Nov 23
[(Timeout) Sierra was sacrificed to the gods of Roleplay by a vicious tribe of rampaging plot bunnies.] -07:34 Nov 23
Sierra: "Don’t count on it, dear." Sierra only breiefly looked up from the contract, gauging his body language and debating whether or not he was serious. He couldn’t be if he wanted to see this through. "And I was expecting date and a nice ridiculous show of pretending to be nice and family like. But you want to talk fast business, so we’ll talk fast business." Sierra made sure to make her notation. Monogamous partnership or contract is broken. "Why don’t we skip the talk of babies and bring up the more important things. Like who is going to head the merged company?" -07:34 Nov 23
[(Timeout) Sierra has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.] -07:36 Nov 23
Gian: "I have no time to theatrics anf pretence. That may be your life in the public eye but I am a bussiness man. If we do go one a date is will be the genuine article." he looked at her notes and then back up at her. "So if that is what you were expecting then I’m afraid you’re not up to the task. I don’t think you could date even if you tried. I don’t do pretence. That, and the fact that we hold the southern fields reserch facility, have better equipment, have been on mars longer and still own enough that you pay us rent for facilities you built and that I graduated from Mons U with a perfect score is why I will be the new CEO. -07:46 Nov 23
Sierra: "A public face is part of the business. Every choice and move made in the name of the company reflects our business. The employees, the media, the people that buy what we make. Our reputation is just as important as what we do behind doors. Which, by the way, is going to matter a lot more than how much more you previously owned than us. Your stupid slip of paper isn’t going to mean shit compared to my experience." Uppity asshole. As if degrees and scores meant anything when you had to deal with actual real people. Sierra smirked and scribbled. Reputation is paramount. Any behavior that mars the company name can be considered breech of contract. -07:53 Nov 23
[Gian enters.] -08:12 Nov 23
Gian: That’s what you’re for. The wife that goes out in public. Has fundraisers, gets friendly with the workers and the residents. Hosts parties, sings, you know, exactly what you do now." he smiled at her. "It’s where you belong, you’re a natural. The most valuable asset we’re going to be making out of this deal." -08:18 Nov 23
[(Timeout) Gian doesn’t post enough.] -08:18 Nov 23
Sierra: The sudden compliment threw her off a bit. Sierra walked in here expecting those, and when she didn’t get them she forgot to be prepared. Righting herself quickly, Sierra just gave him a wide cheeky smile. "I hope you weren’t expecting a shining gold trophy that was just going to sit out in the lobby waving to the public. I know how to run a business. I’ve been doing it in my father’s stead for three years now. And I have every intention of continuing to run the company after the merger." -08:21 Nov 23
Gian: "If you were nothing but a trophy we wouldn’t be having this meeting." he said "I’d be running both companies already after a hostile takeover." he gave her a grin. "Also you know if we don’t settle it here it’s going to go to a shareholder’s vote. I don’t think either of us want that to happen. Sure, my family owns 80% of our shares and yours is in a similar situation but post merger voting would e too close to call. Why don’t we agree that I will hold the title and we both play our part in the running, best for image, best for business." -08:27 Nov 23
Sierra: "It’s fairly obvious I have every intention of honoring this stupid contract. With adjustments." Sort of. The plan was making him break it. Sierra tapped her pen on the paper, eyeing him carefully again. "No. If it’s going to be a marriage and a merger, it’s going to be a full partnership. Joint running, then, since you are so insistant on touching things…" -08:34 Nov 23
Gian: He tilted his head then chuckled. "I do believe you are trying to play me." he laughed louder. "Acting like it’s the natural thing for you to dictate everything so any leeway I get feels like a gain so I become satistied with what turns out to he the short end of the stick. You can’t shark a shark Sierra." He looked as her a new kind of smile on his face. One resurved for equals. "And I will be touching things. Your things." -08:40 Nov 23
Sierra: "You definitely will not be touching my things." What a surprise! He was intelligent. That would make it a challenge, but it wouldn’t change the inevitable out come of her winning. Sierra leaned back in her seat and lowered the contract. Now tapping her pen on the arm of the chair. "Fine. No playing. I’ve put a lot of work in the my family’s business, I think the merger is a great idea but this marriage is bullshit. I don’t want any part of this, or any part of you. But seeing as I love the company too much to hand it over to sharks as you so wonderfully put it, this is what we get. Marriage. And if we’re going to do it, we’re going to do it MY way." -08:46 Nov 23
Gian: He leaned forwars to snatch the contract back and read over her notes. "It is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit and I would rather settle this by buying your shares out from under you but I won’t insult you by believing for a second you’d sell." he put her copy back down and looked at her. "It is also clear that until an assessment is made we don’t have much to talk about. I do however have a compete financial breakdown of our company. one of us had to be prepaired." he pushed the folder towards her and then leaned back. "You can read that in your own time. I have dinner to get." -08:56 Nov 23
Sierra: "I wasn’t kidding about my notations. If we’re going to be married, there’s not going to be any other women. That starts now. Or would you like me to make a big public show about our engagement and your infidelity? Who wants to put their trust and faith in a cheater, I wonder?" Sierra snatched up the folder. Yes, he was prepared for a business meeting. It annoyed her quite a bit both because she -wasn’t- prepared for a meeting, and the minute possibility she wasn’t even worth getting an actual date. She DID have a woman’s pride after all. -09:01 Nov 23
Gian: "I meant with you peach." he said with another chuckle. He had found a button and would press it without mercy. "It would be a shame to waste that dress." he stood and started towards the door. "Private booth at Alistar’s be a shame to waste that too." when he went on a date, he went on an expensive date. -09:06 Nov 23
Sierra: She gave him a narrow-eyed look. Unsure whether he was toying with her, or caving in. Well. There was only one way to find out. Sierra rose, tossing back on the table. Business later. Dating game first! She followed after him, that devious smile playing across her mouth again. "At least I don’t have to fix the way you dress. Though… I might have suggested a more subtle shirt…" -09:11 Nov 23
Gian: "Subtlety is for those who don’t have a private box. If you wanted to go to Deep 6 then I’d dress for public. But you don’t look like the rave type." he was already picturing how thing would play out in the box and was smiling. He was going to learn a lot about her, and she was going to learn a lot about power. -09:16 Nov 23
Sierra: "No, I don’t do raves." And she was having a hard time picturing him at one also. In fact, all she knew about Gian Bentivoglio was from rumor or the brief mumbles of her father. He wasn’t public enough. "A private box is fine. We’ll discuss our wedding." That would surely drive HER insane, it was bound to work on him too. -09:26 Nov 23
Gian: "One step at a time." he said "The wedding is going to happen and as far as I’m concerned it’s nore my father’s wedding for me than it’s my wedding so I’ll do my part, be in public, be the model groom, and as for the rest I’ll let someone trained in PR handle it." he looked back at her. "Like this." he held out his hand. "Outside that door is public, and a short walk to the most exclusive eatery on mars where I have a permanent reservation on a booth for my private use. We’d best look like a couple. Give the press a few photoes before the engagement is made public." -09:31 Nov 23
Sierra: "They have already dictated this marriage. Neither of those old men are getting their hands on our marriage. That’s mine." Sierra glanced at his hand for a moment, taking a deep breath as she slipped in to character. Public face… and this public face needed to be affectionate and in love. She took his hand and smiled… though it was a little more wicked than it was sweet. "You ~can~ make it believable, can’t you? Not being used to public showcasing?" -09:37 Nov 23
Gian: Intead of holding her hand he pulled it around his waist and put his around her shoulders before opening the door. "I don’t need to, I’m used to treating women I feel nothing for to dinner and making it as real as any other date they’ve been payed to go on, and I know you can act, so remember. He looked down at her other hand. Then we’re walking out of the booth later you’re going to have a ring on there." he started walking with a grin plastered over his face. "We may be the fakest couple on mars but by the end of the evening we’re going to know if we can live together." -09:43 Nov 23
Sierra: He was solid under that shirt. And as far as she could tell he wasn’t hiding a gun or something else. A very mysterious lit appeared in her smile, and she may as well have been an in-love and smitten girl out on a date as she walked with him. "What a shame you will be spending the rest of your days without another bimbo or floozy on your arm. Enough to drive any single man mad, hmm?" Cause she sure as hell wasn’t. When it came to having children, science would be a blessing! Didn’t mean she was going to let other women touch what was contractually hers, though. Not a chance. -09:48 Nov 23
Gian: He glanced at her. Her fce and her words were a stark contrast but the grin he gave her was all too genuine. "Technically, I’m not single." he flached his VIP pass at the bouncer and stepped though. "We were sen. That shuld keep dad happy. Now.." there was another chuckly as he signalled the owner and started heading towards the back. "To the private room where pretenses can be dropped." -09:54 Nov 23
Sierra: Sierra was more than used to high class places and special treatment. After all, she never expected anything less than the best and worked hard to get it. And she was perfectly fine with playing her roll. ….What she wasn’t fine with was the busty blonde, looking just as surprised as Sierra did when they were shown to their private booth. Mr Bentivoglio forgot to cancel his previous engagement. She let go of him, slinking forward to rest her hands on the table. Her tone was icey. "I hope you weren’t waiting here for my fiance, dear? Because the only woman he’s ever going to fuck is me. Unless you want to see how pretty you look in that dress when your skin is flayed and nailed to these walls." -10:06 Nov 23

The women looked pretty indignant up until skinning her was mentioned. Then she looked a little uncomfortable. Almost startled. Big pleading brown eyes and pouty lips were aimed at Gian. “Giiaaaan! Are you going to let her talk to me like that? You said it would just be us tonight, no threesomes!” -Sierra

Gian: He looked down at the girl. "I’m sorry Trish, my arange fiance is the posessive type and has made it very clear that she has no interest in touching me." he clamped a hend o Sierra’s shoulder to hold her back. "Apparently she just doesn’t want to be touched, she’s most likely taking her frustrations out by punishing me for no reason. Maybe you should get out of here. I think she’s serious." -10:19 Nov 23
Sierra: Sierra had been reaching for a fork left on the table, with every intention of stabbing it through the woman’s hand if she didn’t leave. Only a hand on her shoulder kept her still, and icey glare was turned on her fiance instead of the blond who was now frantically trying to scramble out of her seat like terror was on her heels. " …’punishing you’? Is that what you’re going to tell all of your broken hearted whores? Your mean and evil wife is punishing you?" -10:24 Nov 23
Gian: "Try and deny it." he said pulling her out the way and allowing Trish to escape. "You’re taking your frustrations about this wedding out on me which is not a great way to start a first meeting." he was kissing at her. A warning. "You want toseen me miserable, because that would make me easier to control. You’re a shark Sierra I know how sharks think." -10:30 Nov 23
Sierra: Sierra would have hissed at the girl as she fled, just for the amusement of seeing her jump, had her focus not been now entirely on her dear fiance. "Why deny it? You think I am going to be the only one miserable?" She shoved him back. Sierra definitely did not like the contact, He was too damned close. "I am signing my personal freedom away for this merger, like hell am I going to be the only one. Of course, if you don’t like it, you are more than welcome to turn your back to it." She smirked wide, daring him to take that option! Bloody as it would be, there was no doubt she could drag it out long enough to win it. -10:37 Nov 23
Gian: "So. That’s your game. Goading me into a breach of contract?" he tightened his grip and pushed her back against the table. "You want to make a contract I can’t possibly follow. Frankly I don’t think the monogamy clause is foing to be much of a problem." he pushed her back harder, down onto the table as his hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sissors. "Let’s get this date started." -10:41 Nov 23
Sierra: "I am making a contract I can live with. A perfectably reasonable contract. It’s not my fault if you can’t deal with it." Sierra was doing a good job of keeping her tone even. She wasn’t someone who was easily pushed around and intimidated, not even physically… at least until she was on the table and he was pulling out scissors. She actually looked surprised! "Who the hell carries around scissors? Get the fuck off me, Bentivoglio." Bracing her hands on the table, she was pushing back. "Or I’m going to flay you with your own goddamned scissors!" -10:48 Nov 23
Gian: His hand was moved to her throat where it clamped down and held her there as he moved up against her and pulled her dress up to slip the sissors under her panties and cut them. "You’re my fiance, you took away the only other person I could do this to tonight and if you want me to only do this to you and no one else then so be it." he reached down to open his belt and pants before he placed both hand on her throat and moved closer. "So what is it going to be?" -10:54 Nov 23
Sierra: He wasn’t serious. He was serious! What the fuck was this supposed to be?! If he wanted a scene… Sierra growled and twist. One hand grabbing his to pry off her throat, and the other fumbling for that fork she spotted earlier. Looked like killing him was definitely the option tonight! -11:03 Nov 23
Gian: He pushed into her, hard putting all his weight on her throat. She wanted to make things hard for him bt setting the rules, he wouldn’t play by the rules. If she was going to be his wife she would serve him in bed if she wanted to or not. Maybe a good fuck would loosen her up so she wouldn’t be so uptight. He batted the fork off the table and pushed harder and faster not caring how rough he was being. He got what he wanted even if he had to take it. In bussiness, and at home. -11:13 Nov 23
Sierra: Sierra gasped, a very literal strangled gasp. But she didn’t scream. He wasn’t getting that satisfaction. Growling still, Sierra struggled. Twisting under his grasp, bucking up against him. Nobody had ever dared to touch her without permission, and this was just…. Spine tingling. Defiant. …This pissed her off to hell and back! Sierra took a swing at him, and pulled a knee up with every intention of kicking him back and impaling him with a heeled shoe! -11:21 Nov 23
Gian: He was out of the reach of her arms but her leg… He took it and pinned it against his shoulder and pushed harder not giving her a break. He would cum inside her and it wouldn’t be much longer until he did. -11:25 Nov 23
Sierra: "Sonofa…. bitch…!" She couldn’t move and she couldn’t breathe. His touch was searing, good searing. Somewhere amidst her struggling her tone shifted from growling to groaning. All of her anger was wrapped in that building pressure. Sierra nearly screamed when her hands slapped against the table and gripped it’s edge. -11:31 Nov 23
Gian: He felt her change and moved faster his legs almost hitting the edge of the table as he looked down at her face and… it hit him by surprise and he whimpered he hips pressing against hers as he came and slowly started to grind against her his hands leaving her throat and moving he her shoulders to pull her up and press his lips into hers. -11:34 Nov 23
Sierra: The intensity surprised her just as much as her own temperment shift did. She was shuddering, clenching with the feeling. Suddenly there was air, and her gasp for breath was cut short. Bliss filled, mindless reflex had her returning the kiss. Hard and deep, with her hands gripping his shirt tight until the wave subsided. And that moment it was gone, her eyes fluttering open and Sierra realizing what had happened, she was violently shoving him away. "You dick…!" -11:40 Nov 23
Gian: He pulled away and doing up his pants sat down on a seat and brought up the menu. "I’m thinking pasta, maybe a little champagne to celebrate our engagement?" he said glancing at her. "And don’t look so outraged. I told you it was her or you back in the conference room. I want this relationship to work, do you?" -11:44 Nov 23
[Sierra enters.] -11:48 Nov 23
Sierra: Sierra was seething. Turning around and gripping the edge of the table, for a moment it looked like she was going to flip it on him. She was…! A few deep breaths and instead she was slipping in to a seat. She wouldn’t pretend she wasn’t pissed off, but making it work was a priority. "Perhaps I should have started with more specific rules." there was still that growl in her voice. Though, she wasn’t sure if all of that was directed at him. There was a delicious throbbing between her legs and it was irritatingly distracting. "You are not going to treat me like one of your expensive sluts. If we are going to have a relationship, you’re not going to touch me without my permission." -11:54 Nov 23
Gian: "I never kiss them." he said plessing the button to place his order and looking as her before reaching into his other pocket and placing a scarf, to hide her bruises, and an engagement ring out of it. The scarf was left on the table and the ring was help out to her. "So next time I’ll seduce you. Just like a normal couple." he was smiling and thinking about doing that again. She had enjoyed it and there was no way she could deny it. -11:58 Nov 23
Sierra: Oh, well that made everything better then. She got the kiss, where the bimbos didn’t. Sierra glared, her nails wrapping the table as she eyed the scarf and the ring. He came prepared with the ring for their ‘meeting’. Did that mean it was typical behavior for him to cut away a woman’s clothes with scissors and strangle her on tables, and hide away the evidence with scarves? That was almost scary! "Get on your knees and propose to me right. Maybe I will allow you to try." Why did she even let that promise slip out? He had her damned head in knots. -12:04 Nov 24
Gian: They were already engaged this was just a formality so, he slipped from his seat and got on one knee and liiked up at her. Her dress was still pushed up and he could see the cut middle part of her panties hanging down but he made himself look up at her face. "Seirra, I know you would never do this if it wasn’t for the contract, but I’m not lying when I say I want this to work, so, for yourself and for you future are you willing to try too, would you accept and marry me?" he would have said more but the door could open at any moment with thier waiter. "Maybe you have what it takes to actually keep me interested." -12:10 Nov 24
[(Timeout) Sierra was consumed alive by feral plot bunnies.] -12:15 Nov 24
Sierra: Maybe he had something to keep her interested. A strange way of being such a complete dick, but turning around and saying such interesting things… Sierra wasn’t pretending to mull it over, she was seriously debating it. Yes meant yes. No take backs, she would be in it. A very literal to death do they part… Letting out a breath of resignment, Sierra finally nodded. "All right. I’ll marry you, Gian Bentivoglio. We’ll make it work…" -12:15 Nov 24