Chapter 31
Grant
The day had come to pursue all the evidence I had. I couldn’t fire Dylan until I’d gotten to the bottom of everything, so I spent all day Sunday studying the evidence I’d brought home with me. Despite Alex’s claims that this deal would be a highly profitable one, the numbers just didn’t match up. I ran and reran all the calculations, and the numbers I was coming up with were only half of what Alex had handed me for that presentation. It seemed as if Alex was the hub of this entire wheel of bullshit, but I still couldn’t figure out why. Why would he skim money from the budgets? Why would he want the company to take a deal that wasn’t as lucrative as he claimed? Why had he ripped it from his junior executives?
There was a hefty monetary investment involved on my end, but the return didn’t justify the initial monetary dole-out. There was no promise of seeing anything returned to me for at least three years as the agreement stood, and I felt like I’d been led into this blindly. I’d trusted Alex to gather all the information and make an educated opinion about this acquisition, but so far, all the information he’d handed me was wrong.
What the fuck was going on?
Someone was trying to pull the wool over my eyes, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I had a feeling it was Alex. I had no idea why he would do this to me. To us. To our friendship. But the only choice of action I had was to confront him. According to the information Dylan spouted off at the club, he’d taken over all the elements of the proposal. That meant that junior executive error was off the table.
When I came into the office Monday morning, there was another sheet with highlighted numbers from Mrs. Rubenstein sitting on my desk. That meant another transaction had been skimmed from, and I was at my wit’s end.
I’d known Alex for years. He’d always been a valuable asset to this company. He built it with his two hands back when his first wife was still alive. Why would he drive it into the ground now? It wasn’t like he was trying to take it from me. He was literally trying to sabotage it. Why the fuck would he do something like that? Something else had to be going on, so I picked up the phone and dialed I.T. I knew Mrs. Rubenstein had them tracking I.P. addresses, but I needed answers now.
“I.T. Security. This is Paul. How may I—”
“Paul, it’s Grant.”
“Oh, hey there, Mr. Jacobs. What’s up?”
“I’m aware of what Mrs. Rubenstein is having you guys do,” I said. “Any progress on it?”
“Actually, yes,” he said. “I have one of my guys delivering something to you now. They left a few minutes ago.”
Just then, a guy with glasses and a stain on his shirt came into my office. He handed me a sheet of paper with a bunch of numbers I didn’t understand, then retreated before I could ask him any questions.
“What am I looking at, Paul?”
“You see the highlighted entries?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Notice how the numbers are the same,” he said. “That’s the I.P. address that’s linked to all these changed transactions. And they route back to a laptop computer on the J.E. level.”
“The junior executive level?” I asked. “As in floor eight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How do you know it’s a laptop computer?” I asked.
“Each I.P. address is registered under a name so you can identify it. All the computers set up in this building are identified as ‘J&Mtech.’ That I.P. address isn’t. Look at the bottom of the sheet.”
My eyes scanned all the way to the bottom where the breakdown of the address was located. My eyes scanned the numbers and dates, and when I happened over the name, I recognized it instantly.
A.M.House.
“Thanks, Paul.”
I hung up the phone before I set the piece of paper on my desk. It was official. Alex was the one skimming off the top. He was the one steering this company in a bad direction, and he was the one inflating the junior executives’ budget.
Fucking hell.
“Mr. Jacobs?”
I heard Crissy’s voice, and my dick grew hard as stone. I looked up at her and took in the wonderful outfit she was wearing. She looked to be in better spirits. Late last night, I’d decided on a new lesson to teach her that resulted in a trip to a store I hoped no one recognized me at, and I was ready to start her in on it.
“Come on in, Miss Marks. And shut the door behind you.”
A wolfish grin crossed her cheeks as the door thudded closed behind her. She sashayed slowly toward me, knowing full well I had something dirty on my mind. I crooked my finger toward her, beckoning her to come over near my chair. Then, I sat down and opened my desk before I pulled out a butt plug and some lube.
I saw her eyes graze over the toys, and for a split second, she locked up. Oh, I was going to have such a wonderful time wearing out that virginal ass of hers, but we had to get her adjusted first. I took pleasure in punishment, not outright pain, and the last thing she needed after this weekend was to be in any more pain.
“Roll up your skirt and show me your ass,” I said.
She eyed the toys one last time before she slowly turned for me. She bent over, rolling up the fabric of her skirt, and my cock jumped at how obedient she was. She pulled her panties to the side as I opened the lube, squirting some onto my fingers before I painted her ass crack with it. I wanted this thing to pop in without any pressure from me. I wanted her to sit on it all fucking day, grinding down on it to feel any sort of relief.
Her puckered little hole was covered by her luxurious ass cheeks, and I had to spread her in order to get to it. I could tell her asshole would gobble me down just like her pussy because my fingers practically fell into her tight little hole as she moaned.
“Be quiet,” I said. “Someone might hear you.”
I slowly inched my fingers in and out, spreading her for me as she pressed back into my hand. How greedy she was for my touch. It hardened my cock painfully, and a smirk crossed my face. When I removed my fingers, I could tell she was biting back a whimper.
I worked the butt plug out of its packaging before I covered it with more lube. Part of me wanted to take her. Right up against the window. I wanted to press her body against it while I took that tight ass of hers, ripped her in two before I filled her virginal hole with my hot cum. But I couldn’t do that. I wanted this to be something she enjoyed, something she would want to do with me for months to come.
Years, if she’d allow it.
I teased the plug against her ass and watched her tighten again. I smoothed my hand out on her ass cheek, massaging her until she loosened up. Then I slowly popped it in. She swallowed a groan, whimpering as her legs shook. I looked out the office window to make sure no one was walking by. Then I leaned in and bit down into her jiggling ass.
“Fuck, Grant,” she whispered.
“You’ll walk around with this all day,” I said. “It’ll loosen you up a bit before I decide to take you myself.”
I moved her panties over it before she rolled her skirt down, and I almost regretted my decision. Looking at her today and knowing her ass was plugged with that toy was going to make my cock ache all fucking day. If I wasn’t careful, I’d have to change my fucking suit because I’d spill right into my pants. I watched her walk away, her ass clenching as she tried to get used to it, and I had to physically bite down on my hand. I had no idea if I was going to make it through the rest of the day, so I decided I wasn’t going to force myself to.
Before I knew it, lunch time rolled around, and I was pressing Crissy’s intercom button and asking her to come back in here. I was going to practice self-control, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease her with what was to come. By the time I was done with her, she’d be begging me to take that ass of hers. And I would revel in every second of it.
“Come in here, Miss Marks, and lock the door behind you.”
The grin on her face from her desk had my cock jumping, but little did she know the torture I was about to bestow upon her beautiful body.