Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 131: New Character- Wanted

Renz’s POV

After leaving the office, I was still upset at my superior officers, and I stormed away. However, I was conscious of the fact that they had expected me to leave in irrational wrath and emotional flurry.

They wanted me to get medical attention. Therapy? Me? As a Navy Seal, I developed my independence and self-reliance. In the end, I didn’t ask for help.

It was bad enough that I was forced to return to the United States because of a horrific occurrence that occurred in Afghanistan. My job was everything to me. Riding my bike around was incredible, and this was despite the fact that I had just been back home for two weeks. I saw that I was becoming more and more agitated. In the parking lot, I saw the brightly colored Harley and roared the engine before turning into the road,

The accident was still playing over and over in my head. I don’t know if the word "accident" was used correctly. Our safety precautions were exactly the same as they were when we were scouring a small Afghan town for a lost soldier. It was meant to be concise and comprehensive, and we did it very frequently.

I had a terrific time being a Seal. Prior to graduation, I had already decided to join the military and travel the world. I aspired to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors by enlisting in the military, just as they had. I enlisted in the Navy with the intention of becoming a Seal, and soon after completing boot camp, I was selected for training.

Even though I was a little perplexed at the time, I never looked back. Not much, and as they said back there, I don’t need counseling. What a waste of time! I’d never done anything like that in my life; only the most deranged people would do something like that. Since joining the Navy, I’ve lived a highly organized life, remembering everything I’ve learned along the way. From watching my grandfather put in 20 years of work and my father served in the Navy, I had an idea of what I wanted to do with my life.

My mother was a good mother, and I remember her accepting her husband’s decision to raise me that way. However, despite spending time with other military ladies on the several bases where my brother and I lived, I was aware that she spent a lot of time alone. As I had promised myself, I would not inflict such harm on a woman and would instead focus on my work and the chaos going on around me, I felt guilty. Having a wife and children was never on my list of goals in life. There were other nights when I went out with a female to satisfy my growing sexual appetites and to experience the warmth of a woman’s body, but the feeling faded quickly. They didn’t stay up very late very often.

Parked close to the entrance of a popular bar the lads frequented was a simple matter for me. So that I could dispute with my superiors tomorrow without getting agitated and being evasive like I had done tonight, I decided to unwind with a glass of bourbon. It would be good if I could meet a woman tonight and air my grievances with her. A strategy like that could work.

I recalled the incident as I began to push through the slammed door. We were about halfway through our search when I suddenly observed movement up ahead and heard gunfire. As I prepared to retaliate, I kneeled down behind a little hill and observed as others did the same.

A barrage of gunfire and shouting ensued as we responded to the attack. We were able to kill the initial target group. It was time to get up and look around once everything had been said and done. There was the first check to see whether there were any possible dangers left, and then I went around the area looking for anyone else who hadn’t risen to the occasion.

I found seven men who had fallen and checked their pulses as I continued my journey. Because of my training, I learned to keep my composure and keep an eye on what was going on around me.

The first was a twenty-year-old new employee on our team. His head was blasted wide, and I tried to hold back the fury I felt as I stared at him in disbelief.

Others had helped me carry the body of an elderly man who had been shot in the chest, and I’d heard someone call out my name as I left him lying there.

"Brad?"

"Yeah?" What was going through my Lieutenant Commander Shon’s mind as he glared at me.

"Move here," I told him. His voice was sad, and I squirmed around a lot while he spoke. In the privacy of my own thoughts, I prayed for Gerome’s safety, as I was certain I had not heard his voice during this panic. One of the people who didn’t make it was supposed to be my childhood best friend.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was back in the present, standing at the bar. "So, what exactly can I do to help you out?" While sitting on the nearest bar stool and placing my hands on the velvety wood, I inquired. I returned Matthew’s gaze as he inquired with a grin. Despite the fact that we were all familiar with him, I couldn’t bring myself to smile back at him.

I said, "The best bourbon you have," and he raised an eyebrow and nodded. "The time has come for a vacation. I won’t be working today."

"It’s rising fast." As he reached for the nearly empty bottle on the shelf, I was once again absorbed in my own thoughts. Despite the fact that I had no recollection of the preceding two weeks since I first saw Gerome’s mutilated body on the ground, we had all returned from the mission immediately. The slight injuries I got and the loss of my teammates prompted me to return home to recuperate. Because we spent so much time together, they became like family to me. During this time, my commanding officers were investigating the specifics of the incident and giving us everyone a break. All of them were awful, but Gerome’s will be the one I remember the most. Sitting together in the first row with their eyes fixed on his spotless white casket covered in the American flag, his parents and older sister held back their own tears. As we mourned his death, I noticed that a picture of him was staring back at us. My parents sat next to me while my mother sobbed and my father calmed her with a firm arm around her.

As she sat with her three children across the row from his, his wife held a tissue in her hands. There were her parents among them, and they were there to offer her the kind of support I should have been delivering rather than hiding in this row as an outsider. I gave her a short glance as she tilted her head forward to cry even more. Even her swollen belly reminded me that their newest kid would no longer be able to meet her father. His wife would have to raise her and her other children on her own, with no help from either her or Gerome’s relatives. There is no way it could have been her father.

Then I would never have a family because I would just desert them to pursue a successful profession at the expense of my loved ones. The idea just didn’t sit well with me.

When the drink was finished, I savored every sip and then ordered a second one. Gerome stepped over with the bottle and refilled my glass while giving me a serious look. Then, I liked males who were able to relate to my feelings. My mentor Mike’s comments echoed in my ears as I let the wine run through my system. Every time I asked him for his advice, he told me that no matter how hard I tried, bad things would happen. When dad died five years ago while on a mission, I was grieved, but his words gave me strength, and I hoped that they would do the same now.

As I called out for Matthew to join me at the bar, I looked around to see if there was anyone sitting next to me. She had olive skin and wide green eyes, and she was a plump, exotic-looking woman. My body reacted immediately to her. As Matthew took in her wonderful features and that wide smile that could make me forget about my difficulties, I smiled at him.

"I have some bourbon on hand. What do you want to gain from this experience?" A surge of yearning swept through my body as she wanted the same from me. Psychotherapy is a waste of time; all I want tonight is for this woman to be in my bed.