The Accountant
Chapter 3 Wild Thoughts
Beau
There! She had done it. Mission accomplished. She had set her goal and followed through it. With flying colors. Several times.
Wincing at the soreness she felt in between her raw thighs, every muscle in her body protesting, she tiptoed out of the suite, carrying her Manolos.
It was six in the morning, the sun has not come out to kiss the horizon, yet she was sneaking out of a man's room like a burglar. Why couldn't she be like any normal girl? A rhetorical question.
She could have woken up beside the guy she had sex with the whole night and maybe enjoyed breakfast with him. She was escaping instead.
You know why.
But the guy is just so yummy!
Then that is a hell of a reason to move your ass out there.
You are right.
Shit! Why was she having a debate with her conscience? That, she knew the answer.
Beau was sparing herself from the humiliation she would surely feel when he kicked her out of his room. That was why. One night stands had not changed its meaning. It was fuck. And go. No clingy goodbyes. No promises.
Plus, she had other more important reasons.
She grimaced. It was virtually impossible to get out of his arms. He fell on top of her after the umpteenth time of sex, both of them drained, unable to move. She had nearly fallen asleep, thanked God she didn't succumb to exhaustion. She realized it was dawn and she needed to hightail it before he woke up.
With a heavy heart and after gazing at his perfectly carved physique to store in her memories for those lonely nights, she donned her wrinkled dress, sans the underwear. She didn't even know where it was and she had resigned to go commando for the time being.
She leaned to kiss his cheek softly. Thanking him for the most wonderful evening of her life. He stirred a bit but didn't wake up. He hugged the pillow that has her scent on it. She smiled, wistful. Wishing she could stay. But no. She wouldn't. Life was already so much complicated as it was. She does not need to add him to the mix.
The elevator ride she took to bring her down to the first floor of the hotel made her jittery. Aching to go back to him. She sniffed. She wasn't even aware she was crying.
Her bare feet didn't make a sound on the sheening marble tiles at the elegant lobby. She must really look a sight with her disheveled hair, swollen lips, and state of dress. Blushing scarlet, trying to pat her hair to tame it. She must have had a fucked-all-night-look because the employees were staring at her in shock.
Exiting the five-star hotel, her heart grew heavier. She didn't know why but her feet were trying to drag her back inside. She can't. Knew well of the rules. One-night stand. No strings attached. Besides, men like him had girlfriends and mistresses in abundance. He may even be married.
Feeling her eyes filled with tears, she took a deep breath. How could she be so stupid? She had resigned herself that she could be pregnant. She had wanted it. However, having sex with a married man should have been out of the question.
He doesn't have a wedding band, Beau.
She squinted her eyes, trying to think. Yeah. He didn't have one. She relaxed a bit. Nevertheless, she wouldn't go back no matter how much she wanted him inside her again. Besides, he was a foreigner. A Russian. She was sure he will be gone in a few days. And she would never see him again. The thought dampened her mood even further.
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She just couldn't believe she cried all the way from the hotel. Now, her eyes were swollen and she was breathing through her mouth. Perfect!
She sank deeper in her tub, savoring the warm water and she felt her sore muscles relax. The soreness in her genitals was still a bit uncomfortable. A reminder of him. She sighed. He will always be but a distant memory. If she got pregnant then she would be the happiest woman in the world.
Beau's eyes felt heavy. Feeling the exhaustion from the strenuous activities last night and the early hours of the morning. She lost count on how many times they did it.
She had better take a much-needed nap and later talked to Lily.
The water was
reached for the Bluetooth device, which was connected to her
" she rolled her eyes, however, she couldn't help but smile at her
"It's Beau."
"Heavy sigh."
"What is new, Lil?"
expertise again.
are boring, Lil.
sigh." Beau grinned. " The Marcelinos are willing to
must warn you though I will be done in a day
This time I will make it more complicated. Oh and, one of
don't want conflict. And they don't know who I really am. I want it
care. Sending
with an endless sermon about the
an orphanage and had always watched each other's backs. Her best friend was deaf and mute, the main reason Beau was
diagnosed with IQ autism 360 had been a burden. A nightmare concealed and suppressed. She didn't want to be considered a freak of nature. And she sure as hell didn't want to
Her mind was constantly at work. Brainwaves always restless and churning with equations and puzzles and out of this world's ideas. Only Lily kept her anchored. She learned how to
what was taught at her age had taken its toll when she was
just needed more. First, she had decided she needed books, mostly in foreign languages. Mostly, unsolved math equations by geniuses. But she would need money for that. She begged Mrs. Anderson, their foster parent to let her bake some goodies and sell them from house to house. Thank God the crack addict agreed with a
skills strengthened. She learned 40 languages, including old Latin and Hebrew. Got her own computer from the money she and Lily had scraped and saved from
brain-twisting investment, and expenditures. She analyzed transactions, cross-reference any minute detail in a data. The only set back was she was underage at that time, no legal company
found clients that will look the other way as long as she managed their books and investments. In return, they
was a steady flow of cash, she was able to support Lily's studies. She had
Suma Cum Laude at 19 with a Bachelor's Degree in Finance and Accounting. And she had her Master and Doctorate
a Special Education teacher, fell in
love and remained her best friend. Up to now, still working as her part-time secretary. Lily was the only
would actually know who she was. She knew she would
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of routine. Five days of restlessness. Five
hours. The financial analysis
the outskirts of the city, all she can hear were cicadas singing in
squeaky clean, bordering on sterile, she could
would
did that thought come from? She can't. Not with him. Tears will flow once more if she kept on thinking of him. She wouldn't do
if there was something she was sure of, her middle name
the first time in her genius life, she didn't know the
no denying it. For a genius, she was
fallen. In more ways than
***
"Hey, Lily Billy. Wassup?"
my eyes from your silliness."
know you
didn't. Shakes my head. I
invented from scratch was more advanced than China's Wuxi. Her computer can perform around 200,000 trillion calculations per second. And she could climb any secure server known to
efficient that