mission and values. Or whatever.
It was all
so tiring and tedious, the way Donny was trying to promote himself to me,
shamelessly attempting to get a little slice of my wealth by selling the
company he had spent the last twenty years of his pathetic life building from
scratch.
Thankfully,
the incident with the topless girl stealing a bottle of wine from my cellar had
gone unspoken about, as if Donny had never even seen it. What the hell was
wrong with him? He was so nervous and wound-up about selling his company that
he didn't have a single word to say about that pretty face with those big,
ice-blue eyes and pouty red lips, or her body with its heavy tits, curvaceous
thighs, and that bouncy little ass--everything about her so plump and
voluptuous and perfect.
It made my
balls ache just thinking about it. Didn't Donny have balls?
And goddamn
that little fucker Zach! The one I had unfortunately spawned with Rita, my
latest ex, the last in a long string of failed relationships. My two other sons
and my daughter had grown up to be successful and hard-working, good, proud
Americans who had built up their own fortunes. Hell, even my stepson Ash had
built his own house.
But
not Zach. No, I had no clue what went on inside that boy’s idle mind. What the hell would
possess him to be so lazy, or so obsessed with music? That anyone, let alone
someone related to me, could enjoy even three minutes of the sort of pointless
noise he listened to was at once perplexing and infuriating. At least he was
out of the house and I didn't have to ever hear it again. Could that gorgeous
girl back at the house really be his girlfriend ?! The
one he was always complaining about? He was always whining that she was fat,
and that she didn't fit in with his obnoxious hippy friends, and so on and so
forth. For once in my life I was jealous of the spoiled brat.
He hadn't
told me just how drop-dead sexy she was! I could still feel the electricity
that had crackled between us as she had so boldly exposed her naked body to my
hungry eyes.
She needed a
good hard spanking for stealing that bottle, that was
for damn sure. Then a good fucking. My cock was rock
hard thinking about cumming inside of her tight little pussy, my cock buried
deep between those gorgeous, milk-white thighs.
How the hell
could I feel lust like this? I was usually so cool, so self-possessed. Jesus
Christ, the thought of her was driving me insane. I had to get back to the house, I had to have that girl.
I cut Donny
off mid-sentence as he was rambling on about the same crap. "Seventy
million. I can pay you seventy million."
I watched as
his eyes widened with surprise. It was twenty million more than what we'd
agreed upon as a preliminary figure, and about thirty million more than what
all the internet experts and pundits claimed his company was worth.
"So
it's settled, then?" I could tell he was struggling to keep his voice
even.
"It's
settled. I'll make millions off your firm, and you can go retire on some golf
course." I reached across the table to shake his hand, and he grasped it
limply, looking totally stunned.
Of course, I
was acting like a total prick. But right now, dealing with the usual
money-grubbing bullshit was just too tiresome. I needed him out of my hair so I
could think about her.
Why the hell
was Zach always complaining about his hot girlfriend? It was infuriating that I
could have raised him to be such a sniveling, whiny ass. If he were more of a
man, someone who was more comfortable with his own tastes and desires, he'd
have no problem walking around with that luscious little minx on his arm.
I certainly
wouldn't have a problem with her, that’s for goddamn sure. And if she was
patient enough to suffer Zach's constant infantile whining, then I knew she was
a good woman, unlike Zach's mom and all the other crazies and gold-diggers whom
I seemed to attract with my fortune.
I paid
It was all
so tiring and tedious, the way Donny was trying to promote himself to me,
shamelessly attempting to get a little slice of my wealth by selling the
company he had spent the last twenty years of his pathetic life building from
scratch.
Thankfully,
the incident with the topless girl stealing a bottle of wine from my cellar had
gone unspoken about, as if Donny had never even seen it. What the hell was
wrong with him? He was so nervous and wound-up about selling his company that
he didn't have a single word to say about that pretty face with those big,
ice-blue eyes and pouty red lips, or her body with its heavy tits, curvaceous
thighs, and that bouncy little ass--everything about her so plump and
voluptuous and perfect.
It made my
balls ache just thinking about it. Didn't Donny have balls?
And goddamn
that little fucker Zach! The one I had unfortunately spawned with Rita, my
latest ex, the last in a long string of failed relationships. My two other sons
and my daughter had grown up to be successful and hard-working, good, proud
Americans who had built up their own fortunes. Hell, even my stepson Ash had
built his own house.
But
not Zach. No, I had no clue what went on inside that boy’s idle mind. What the hell would
possess him to be so lazy, or so obsessed with music? That anyone, let alone
someone related to me, could enjoy even three minutes of the sort of pointless
noise he listened to was at once perplexing and infuriating. At least he was
out of the house and I didn't have to ever hear it again. Could that gorgeous
girl back at the house really be his girlfriend ?! The
one he was always complaining about? He was always whining that she was fat,
and that she didn't fit in with his obnoxious hippy friends, and so on and so
forth. For once in my life I was jealous of the spoiled brat.
He hadn't
told me just how drop-dead sexy she was! I could still feel the electricity
that had crackled between us as she had so boldly exposed her naked body to my
hungry eyes.
She needed a
good hard spanking for stealing that bottle, that was
for damn sure. Then a good fucking. My cock was rock
hard thinking about cumming inside of her tight little pussy, my cock buried
deep between those gorgeous, milk-white thighs.
How the hell
could I feel lust like this? I was usually so cool, so self-possessed. Jesus
Christ, the thought of her was driving me insane. I had to get back to the house, I had to have that girl.
I cut Donny
off mid-sentence as he was rambling on about the same crap. "Seventy
million. I can pay you seventy million."
I watched as
his eyes widened with surprise. It was twenty million more than what we'd
agreed upon as a preliminary figure, and about thirty million more than what
all the internet experts and pundits claimed his company was worth.
"So
it's settled, then?" I could tell he was struggling to keep his voice
even.
"It's
settled. I'll make millions off your firm, and you can go retire on some golf
course." I reached across the table to shake his hand, and he grasped it
limply, looking totally stunned.
Of course, I
was acting like a total prick. But right now, dealing with the usual
money-grubbing bullshit was just too tiresome. I needed him out of my hair so I
could think about her.
Why the hell
was Zach always complaining about his hot girlfriend? It was infuriating that I
could have raised him to be such a sniveling, whiny ass. If he were more of a
man, someone who was more comfortable with his own tastes and desires, he'd
have no problem walking around with that luscious little minx on his arm.
I certainly
wouldn't have a problem with her, that’s for goddamn sure. And if she was
patient enough to suffer Zach's constant infantile whining, then I knew she was
a good woman, unlike Zach's mom and all the other crazies and gold-diggers whom
I seemed to attract with my fortune.
I paid
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