Willow should’ve never sent me her picture.
It lingered in my head, burned into my mind, making my cock act up.
It had been a while since I’d seen a woman that made me act this way.
“Um, nice to meet you… I’m—”
“Stacy Endow, yes, nice to meet you.” I reached out to shake her hand. Her soft skin graced mine. A sweet floral smell wafted off of her. It was a nice change from all the obtrusive smells of older women and their hard perfumes.
“You already know?! How?”
“Willow sent me a picture. I never like being unprepared.”
“Oh, um. I guess the interview’s gonna be out here instead, huh?” She scratched the back of her head and smiled. Her hips were amazing, and her bust; it was the perfect size.
“Interview? We don’t need that. You’re already hired,” I said, scanning back over her body.
“What?”
“Come, follow me. We need to get upstairs and get you situated.” I looked behind me and Stacy was still stuck in her heels. “Ms. Endow?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll be right up. The twentieth floor, right?”
“Yes—”
“I’ll be up soon. I need to go get something to drink.”
She began to run off in a different direction. I frowned, keeping up right on her heels. I knew what she was doing. Women her age, at such a tender age, were shy and shaky like a leaf.
But I wasn’t fooled. She had an edge to her. An edge I wanted to rub myself against.
I reached out and caught her by the shoulder with a firm grasp.
“Ms. Endow. We need to get started. No need to run off and be shy,” I said, the words dripping off my tongue like a hungry shark.
She looked up at me, those big doll eyes begging to be punished. Behind that feminine glow was a darkness that reached into me.
“As your boss, I demand that you come.”
Double entendre.
A wild blush skipped across her cheeks, did she get it too?
“Boss…” she whispered, unsure on how to address me. I could only imagine how that voice would sound screaming my name. Ever since Willow showed me her picture, I kept thinking about how she’d sound.
It was a blend of innocence and seduction wrapped up in one. A dangerous combination rarely found.
“You’re making me late,” I said, lowering my eyes.
Stacy straightened up and cleared her throat. “Yes, Mr. Carter. Sorry.”
She followed me into the building. I caught her glancing around the artistic glass and gold structures.
Some of the men in the lobby caught wind of her presence and stared her down. It wasn’t until I gave them the death stare did they look away. She was mine, and Stacy was going to learn that very soon.
I press the up button on my personal elevator. Stacy stood behind me, her heels lightly clacking on the marble floors.
“Nervous?” I asked.
“Just a little. Business is my major. But this is such a large important company. There’s no room for rookies and mistakes.”
Fuck, she wasn’t just all looks either. I fought the burning urge to rip off that frilly victorianesque shirt she was wearing and turned my attention to the clock on the wall. I had a meeting in thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes was all I needed to make her mine.
I got everything I wanted. Women hardly turned me down. They all had their legs open for the newest biggest dick. Loyalty didn’t exist with women that had working pussies.
The high, the climax, the orgasm that would steal every little piece of energy and dignity was what they were looking for.
And my cock was ready to do just that.
The elevator bell rung and the golden doors opened to reveal my top high end elevator, equipped with seats, wine, and a TV. Sometimes if I needed to think, I’d come here and let the elevator take me up and down while I sipped champagne or fucked some random women with wet panties.
Me and Stacy stepped inside the elevator, and the elevator doors slid closed behind us. I caught the glimpses of upset women who knew what Stacy was going to be subjected to.
I pushed the button to my main office, and made sure the speed was on slow. My cock fought against the seams of my fly as I began to inch towards her. I reached out to cup her chin.
She flickered her thick eyelashes up at me and sneered, slapping my hand to the side.
“Excuse me?” she hissed. “Do you think I came here to be your whore?”
She stepped back, clutching onto her purse.
“What?” I was puzzled. That flash in her eyes from earlier. When I told her I didn’t bite…
She wanted me to.
I knew that look. But now she’s rejecting me?
“You heard me! I came for a personal assistant job, not personal sex toy one. Either you hire me to do honest work or I’m leaving!” she thundered.
Fuck, I allowed my cock to do all the thinking at the wrong time.
The elevator felt small, despite the spaciousness. This was akin to being trapped in a small space with a wild cat with claws.
Damn it. This one intrigued me.
“I apologize, Ms. Endow.” Time to get out of this one. “You passed the test.” I straightened my tie, willing my hardening cock to calm down. I wore the best boxers so nothing peaked up into a mountain too easy.
“Test?” She cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, I have way too many women who want to seduce me than rather work for me. You’ve proven yourself.”
The bell rung and opened up to my main floor. Spacious, hardly any walls, and if there were any, they were artistically placed black glass walls.
“Wow, I see. You are a handsome man,” she said. There was a slight purr to her voice. I’d have to work to get her.
But she was the same too. Even if she was feisty. I never failed to get what intrigued me.
Stacy followed me to my office, some of the women gave her the side eye.
By the table of my main secretary stood a woman. She looked familiar. She turned around to face me with a sly smirk on her face.
Huh, that face. Yes, I screwed that one before. She glared at Stacy behind me, and my gut growled. I didn’t like that look she was shooting us.
“May I help you?” I asked.
My secretary jumped up. “I’m sorry Mr. Grant, I tried to tell her to leave.”
I raised my hand. “Don’t worry about it. Is there a problem?”
The woman folded her arms. I didn’t remember her name, but I faintly remembered her body. Average, not impressive like Stacy’s.
“It depends on you, Mr. Carter.” She shifted her eyes down to Stacy again and I inched in front of her. “May we speak in private?”
Women, they thought they were in for the long haul, if they weren’t given a chance to destroy you with their fake sense of romance, they’d come do it later with a vengeance.
“Stacy, just a minute. This won’t take long.” I motioned to my secretary to take Stacy to our waiting room so she wasn’t left standing around.
Opening my door, I allowed the woman in first. She stridded inside with a bobble of the head and a smart ass smirk. What the hell was she up to.
“I’m sorry, I forgot your name.” That came out as both an honest statement and one with a poisonous bite. She wasn’t here on any good news.
“Carmen,” she said, leaving off her first name.
“Carmen who?” I wasn’t going to be on friendly terms. The tension between us was as thick as fog.
“Carlissa. You don’t remember me, Grant?”
“No, faintly.” I took a seat behind my black lacquer wooden table. It cost me a handsome sum of two hundred grand. When I sat behind it, I was king—no—a God. A god all the women wanted a peace of but could never keep.
“What is your business here Ms. Carlissa?” I asked, turning on my computer to see what I needed to do today. My ten thirty meeting was on my heels.
Ms. Carlissa handed me some papers. There was a red square around the most important part.
What it read was insanely impossible.
I cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “Do you really expect me to believe that any of this is real?” I leaned back in my chair. What the hell was this bitch up to?
“It is. You have one month to have an heir, or else everything.” Ms. Carlissa leaned over onto my table, putting her dirty hands all over my table. “And I mean everything, will be taken from you. Every cent, every piece of business and land, and even the clothes on your back will be taken.”
The venom behind her words circled over my head. It didn’t bother me, but there was truth to what she was saying. Exactly how much truth, I’d have to check and see.
“I will have my lawyer look at this. You better hope this is the truth…”
“Or what? You’ll make me disappear?” she asked, smiling.
“No, but I can make sure your career is over. I’m Grant Carter, not some man that can be fucked over.”
She folded her arms and laughed again with a haughtiness so thick it was disgusting. Ms. Carlissa turned and headed to the door, her walk was heavy with a switch. “Remember Carter, no one is untouchable. You’re no god. You’re only human.”
She left my office and closed the door behind her. An awkward silence followed behind. I snatched up the phone and had my lawyer on the other end in seconds.
“I knew you’d be calling here soon,” Mr. Greene, my lawyer, grunted into the phone.
“What do you mean? Did a Ms. Carlissa visit you?” I eyed the door, Stacy was waiting for me. It irritated me to have something so… interesting waiting for me…
“No, but another lawyer did. It was Redmon, your grandfather’s lawyer. Seems like you need an heir in order to keep what you got.”
I slammed my fist on the desk. Vulnerability wasn’t even in my vocabulary.
“Fuck that! How the hell was I not informed about this years ago?” I thundered into the phone. Mr. Greene knew this inferno of mine wasn’t aimed at him. But fuck, how did this slip through the cracks?
Something of this caliber should’ve been mentioned when I first received my inheritance. Now twenty years later it decided to rear its head and slap me in the face? Hell no.
“I’m sorry. But I was able to read the hidden part of the inheritance. It was written to be this way. It says that if you didn’t conceive an heir by the age of forty one, then you’d forfeit all your possessions,” Ms. Greene explained. In the background ice clinked around. I heard him swallow down something to drink, and knowing him, he was drinking whiskey.
Clearing his throat, he sighed on the phone. “We can’t fight this in court. Judge won’t even hear it. Might even piss him off if we tried.”
My grip solidified around the phone, threatening to break it.
“Fine. I’ll handle this. Thank you for clarifying and confirming this, Mr. Greene. Reliable as always. Enjoy your day.”
Before he could return the same verbal gratitude, I slapped down the phone and sighed. Lacing my fingers together, I picked up the phone again and told my secretary to send in Stacy.
The door soon cracked open and she peeked inside.
“Come inside, Ms. Endow.” I had to remind myself to address her by her last name, so not to scare her off so quickly.
Hard to crack didn’t mean uncrackable. It meant that once I did, the rewards were going to be fruitful; the best pussy ever.
Scanning my eyes over her shape as she approached my desk made my cock tighten with excitement.
Her.
She could carry my baby. But after that little stunt my cock pulled in the elevator, it was going to be hard to convince her.
But hard didn’t mean anything. I was Grant Carter. I could move mountains, hell I owned some.
“Ms. Endow. I have a few errands for you to run.” Internally I cursed myself for not pinning her down on the table and telling her that I wanted to plant my seed in her womb.
But patience did yield the best fruits. The hot irritation burning in my crotch damned me to hell, but it’d be wrapped in her warm wet folds soon enough.
“What type? I’m afraid I don’t even know how to navigate this building properly yet.”
I pinched my eyebrows together, remembering that I had to insert her into the system so I could give her an employee card.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have my secretary help you with some things while I get your employee card ready. I need to be off to a private meeting, after that you’ll help me with a few things regarding it.”
Stacy stood proud with her back straight, ready for work. She was rare indeed…
That was when it rolled off of my tongue.
“Ms. Endow. I have something important to ask you.”
I leaned onto my table with my elbows. Fuck this. I hated waiting.
“That woman who left my office gave me some rather odd news. And if you agree to help me. I’ll pay you very well. Five hundred thousand dollars well.”
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. The scent of lillies came off of her. I could already feel my hands around her wrists, holding them down…
“What is it?” she asked, fear laced in her voice.
“I need a baby.”
“Huh?”
Poor thing. Confused. “I need you to let me impregnate you.”
“What?!” She took a few more steps back, readying herself to bullet out of my office at any moment. I had to tread on my words carefully.
“I need to satisfy one more thing to keep my life the way it is right now by producing an heir. Give me one, and I’ll make sure you’ll never have to work a day in your life again. I’m not asking for a relationship—”
Stacy threw her hands on her hips. “Good, I’m not in the market for one,” she asserted. “What made you feel comfortable asking me? I only came here to work a regular job.”
“Five hundred thousand dollars…” I repeated, drilling it into her head.
Her mouth gapped open a little. She was thinking about it.
“No. I’m not on sale. And I quit.”
She turned on her heels and marched towards the door.
I bit my lip as I watched her ass swish side to side.
Fuck me. ‘No’ wasn’t going to be an answer I accept.