Ama(u)ryliss

"Good morning Mr. Amauryliss." said Leila Hungris, and stood on her feet, smiling to him.
"Good morning," he mumbled.
As most of the people knew, Mr. Amauryliss didn't really pay attention to anyone. He was one of the pampered kids whose parents gave everything they could to make sure their kid will be a gigantic fondled.
The fact that Me. Amauryliss was gorgeous didn't really help. He enjoyed being sought-after, and that is exactly why he wore the most fashinable clothes, used his money for tan and gym just to make sure that every girl he'd see will fall on her knees for him.
He smiled a bit when he saw his secretary's excitement, and he actually agreed with her. Today he was even hotter than he usual is. He had some new sunglasses, his suit was clean and new, his trousers were from the newest collection, and he perfumed himself with a sensual odor.
She sat and returned to the computer's screen while he was crossing the room towards his office.
"Leila," he said and turned to see her.
"Yes?" she asked hopefully.
"Please make me some coffee," he asked.
"The usual?"
"The usual."
"It will be ready in a moment," she promised.
He opened the door to his office which contained a big light-brown desk with a computer on it and files full with documents. On a cork board there were letters from lovers whose letters were amending his skills.
The one he liked the most was the one that Miss Gradenko have written for him:
"For dear Stephan Amauryliss,
I don't know what about you, but I feel like we have an instant connection. I can't help myself not to fall in love with you and your look. You are amazing and stunning and beautiful and so thoughtful. Please write me back.
Yours,
Sydney."
He didn't like Sydney much. Espacially not the way she'd chosen to spell her name, but he didn't like her personality either. She was too needy.
He sat on the wooden chair, looking at the wall against him.
On the wall he had hung pictures of him from fishing trips or vacations and some diplomas he had.
"Mr. Amauryliss," said Miss's Hungris voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?"
"Your coffee," she said.
"Bring it in."
The door was opened and Miss Hungris step up and brought Stephan his coffee.
She smiled to him, and then he noticed she adorned herself.
Her clothes were a little bit more disclosing, her lips were red and tempting. She even perfumed herself just like him.
She sent him a meaningful look as if she said something naughty.
"I see you try your best of being pretty, ha?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
"So who is this guy who won this trophy?" he asked, staring at her.
"You know exactly who it is," she said monotically.
"No, I don't. Who is it?"
She sent him another look.
"Me?"
She nodded.
"I know I'm attractive, but I'm not into you."
"I don't mind."
"But I do. I'm the one who says the last word."
"But I don't mind."
"I see. You really want to get fired, don't you?"
"As long as I'll have you."
He stopped for a second to watch her more closely.
He leaned over and whispered:"You ought to find something else to do because you are the last person I'd like to have in bed."
She looked insulted, but Stephan didn't really pay attention.
"This is not about the bed," she said.
"Unfortunately, the bed is what concerns me, so get the hell out of here."
She tore off her name tag and threw it on the floor which was covered with a blue carpet.
"Hopefully you'll feel what I feel," she said, furious.
"Yeah, yeah, now leave," he asserted.
She left with no more arguements.
He laughed for himself.
"She was stupid anyway," he muttered.
He liked the way she loved him. He liked it when people loved him. It gave him a pleasure that couldn't be described. HE was undescribeable. His beauty and charm, and brains… He didn't need any woman to complete him – he was completed enough by himself.
He bend to take Miss Hungris's name tag and as he got up, he was faced with a mirror, which showed him his favourite charachter in the whole big world. Him.
He smiled to the mirror.
"You show me exactly who I want to see," he said. "You are lovely."
The mirror didn't answer.
"You are trying to play hard to get, aren't you?" he asked giggly.
He was gazing at his reflection, completely giddily and charmed.
"You are so intoxicating," he said, dizzy from himself.
He kissed the mirror tenderly. The cold glass wasn't a nice flat for kisses, but Stephan was way too charmed to notice it. He just kept on loving himself, paying no attention to others.
He kept himself locked inside the office, addicted to his image.
It was told that later, on his funeral, all of his lovers put a marylisses on his grave…