"For the future of our business, Mr. Gaist."
"For the future, Mr. Stork...."
Clink.
Clarke Gaist and Tony Stork toasted their glasses and drank the wine at once.
An hour had passed with Clarke and Tony Stork chatting about business, and then, the drug kicked in.
"So... uh..." Clarke wanted to say something to Tony Stork, but he forgot it immediately. He blinked a few times, trying to refocus to no avail.
His gaze slowly blurred no matter how many times he blinked. He also felt that his body slowly got heavier. It was difficult for him to keep his posture straight, despite his superhuman strength.
"Mr. Gaist, are you okay?" Tony Stork asked. "Your face is so red. Are you drunk?"
"A—Ah, am I?" Clarke didn’t know that he could be drunk. He wasn’t a drinker in the first place, but he was sure that his body could expel any kind of poisons, including drinks that could cause intoxication.
"Maybe it’s because of the wine? It’s a very strong wine, but I didn’t expect you to get drunk, Mr. Gaist," Tony Stork said. He sighed and got up from the chair, "Anyway, I expect a lot from our deal here, Mr. Gaist. I’ll see you in your office in a week."
"You should probably return to your room now before you passed out here. See you later, Mr. Gaist," Tony Stork walked out of the hall and disappeared, leaving Clarke, who was almost dead drunk at the table.
"Urgh... what is this?" Clarke grunted as he massaged his temples. He got up, trying to walk out on his own, but he staggered soon after.
Gaia caught her boss immediately and propped him up on her shoulder.
Clarke had a large and muscular stature, compared to Gaia, who was a lean woman, so Clarke’s body completely engulfed Gaia.
She struggled to prop Mr. Gaist while walking out of the hall. She also staggered a few times as Mr. Gaist slowly lost all his strength. He was so close to just passing out in the middle of the hall.
"S—Sorry, Gaia, I feel so weak for some reason," Clarke mustered up his strength and propped himself up. He sauntered, bearing the headache that kept getting stronger.
He gritted his teeth and walked to the elevator, with Gaia following from behind.
"Sir, do you need me to call the staff to help you?"
"N—No, I can do it on my own," Clarke refused. He was Superbman. He didn’t need the help of anyone in his life.
Yet, when he found out that, he almost passed out just from a glass of wine. What kind of wine was that?
They went inside the elevator to their floor, and when they arrived, Clarke felt something else was coming other than the feeling of wanting to pass out.
Clarke regained some of his consciousness, but it was barely enough because of one thing...
He looked down at his crotch and found that he had got a big bulge. His cock was rock hard for no reason, and it was painful.
"Urgh... what is wrong with me...." Clarke leaned on the wall as Gaia unlocked the door.
"Sir, just sleep on the bed now," Gaia said, slowly leading Clarke to the big bed inside.
"Urgh..." Clarke followed obediently because his mind was groggy. He just wanted to lay down and close his eyes. Though his cock refused to cooperate, it got to the point where it was continuously twitching.
As if his cock demanded to be inserted in a warm meat cave.
Now he started imagining about his wife. It had been a while since the last time he had sex with Gaius, ’Maybe this is because we haven’t done it for a while....’ Clarke thought.
Meanwhile, Gaia was salivating when she saw the proper Mr. Clarke Gaist currently lying on the bed. The big tent on his pants was so big, Gaia swallowed her saliva out of excitement.
"Damn, it’s so big...." She always imagined that Clarke Gaist must’ve had a big cock, seeing him trying to fix his trouser from time to time in the office.
But she didn’t realize it could be that big because that big bulge had already answered everything.
Gaia slowly to Clarke and then kneeled in-between Clarke’s thighs.
"Sir, let me take care of you, okay?" Gaia said as she unbuckled the belt and then pulled the trouser down, leaving only the tight boxer.
Gaia licked her lips, "This will be good."
Clarke’s mind was too groggy, hazy to think about anything right now. All in his mind was Gaius, his beloved wife.
He wanted his wife right now. He truly wanted Gaius.
So despite his hazy mind, he kept muttering one name, "Gaius... Wife... Gaius... Gaius... Wife..."
Gaia heard that, and she got annoyed.
She was ready to pull his pants down and get a taste, but Mr. Clarke Gaist continued muttering the name of that old man.
Obviously, she was wearing the same face, but female version, and younger, sexier.
But why didn’t he fall into her seduction? No matter how many times she tried to seduce Mr. Clarke Gaist in the office, he would just turn his head away or straight up ignore her.
"No, I won’t believe that a man can be that loyal. Men will be men, they will cheat once gotten the chance, and they will also fuck a young woman for their nasty entertainment," Mystica had lost her patience as Gaia as she returned with her original face. She didn’t care anymore. She HAD to have her night with Mr. Clarke Gaist today.
Although Mr. Clarke Gaist never seemed to be interested in anyone except that old man Gaius, she believed with her skill, he’d get addicted and eventually leave that old man.
"Stay still, Mr. Clarke. I’ll make you feel better than what that old man gave you. I’ll make sure that you’ll be satisfied and addicted with my skill," Mystica said as she grabbed the boxer and pulled down the pants.