Robert felt his anger grow and then the jealousy and hatred toward Angelo build up. It came down to one simple thing.
“Because Patricia got pregnant,” Robert stated.
“That should have been something special between the three of you, Daddy. Why would you get Angelo arrested and take him out of a relationship between both of you and mom?” Chiara asked.
Robert stared at Chiara.
“Because the baby was his. Angelo is your father, not me.”
“What?” Chiara asked, as she covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Cash and Zane comforted her.
“Is this why you didn’t want me involved with Cash and Zane? Did you think that the same thing would happen to me that happened to you two and Mom?”
“No. I just wanted to punish you for your real father’s existence. Angelo was going to take over the company, and take all my money, money that belonged to him, and then he would take you. If I forced you into a marriage with Marvin, Marvin would hold part of the shares for me in my name. I was completely worried about myself.”
“You bastard!” Zane said then stepped forward. Angelo stopped him.
“I got to Marvin. I threatened him, and he handed you different documents. You signed agreements giving everything over to Chiara,” Angelo told him with his teeth clenched. Robert had been tricked. He was taken for everything he had. Now he was broke and alone in the world.
“You didn’t. You took my money, my company, and gave it to her?” Robert yelled and then tried to sit up when the beeps started going off on the machine.
“I did, because she deserves it. Not you. It’s what Patricia would have wanted. She knew the baby was mine. She knew that you couldn’t contribute and impregnate her, because of your medical condition. She wasn’t stupid. Just like my daughter isn’t stupid. You did this to yourself, Robert. You became so self-absorbed in money and power that you lost the last precious most important person in your life. The daughter you, Patricia, and I created out of our love and bond. You distorted it, you turned it into something obscene and bad, and for that, you deserve to be alone, with nothing.” Angelo turned and walked out of the room.
Robert looked at Chiara. “You won’t leave me with nothing will you? I took care of you all these years. I was your father. He wasn’t.”
Chiara lifted her chin, just like Patricia would have. “You pushed me away after Mommy died. I couldn’t understand that. Not when you were my daddy, the one man in my life I could always count on. Now I find out that you’ve done nothing but lie, and were even willing to sell me off to Marvin, like some share in the company? I don’t know if I can forgive you for this. We shared so much. Twenty-six years of my life, and you were there for me. But when your money, your assets, were threatened by Angelo’s existence, you sold me out. Is there nothing between us? Did all those years mean nothing, that you could give up on us, on the bond we shared, blood or not?” She lowered her eyes. She was so hurt. Robert knew that he hadn’t loved her when it mattered most.
“It did mean something. You can’t leave me with no money, no place to live, after all these years that I took care of you and looked after you. I deserve that much. I don’t deserve this treatment,” he said with attitude.
“I’m shocked by your response. By your easy dismissal of me, your only child, and what I’ve learned here today. I’m a good person despite the fact that all I feel like doing right now is smacking you, and hating you, but I can’t. You’ve been my father all these years. I trusted you and all I asked was to be loved in return. I won’t leave you on the streets, but I hope that you will be reminded every minute of every day for the rest of your life, what you lost, what you could have had. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you. I just don’t know what I’ll do.”
He watched Chiara and her men exit his room. He stared at the closed door. The silence, and being completely alone hit home hard. He deserved this. And if he had the power, money, and means to seek revenge on Angelo, he would do it in a heartbeat.
Robert clenched his teeth and his fists and growled in anger. He had lost. His fight was over.
* * * *
Six Months Later
Chiara was smiling wide as she walked into the main office at Costiano’s. She was now president of the company, and today was Friday, and what she called “dress down” day at work. It gave her employees a day to wear jeans and sneakers and feel more comfortable. They loved it. She headed toward her new VP’s office with some tickets in hand.
As she opened the door, she was shocked to see Cash and Zane there. “I thought we were meeting for lunch and then heading to Saratoga for the horse races?”
But her men were standing next to Angelo who was looking at the computer.
“We are. We are. Angelo is just giving us some pointers. He knows a bit about horses and betting,” Cash stated.
“I know he does. He’s been doing an outstanding job monitoring the numbers alongside me.”
She smiled. At first, Cash and Zane weren’t too sure about her idea of getting to know her biological father better. But once they got through the awkwardness of the past, they’d learned to like Angelo, too. He really was a great man. His determination to get to her and to make things right was a sign of his strength and character, even if his means were a bit illegal. His lawyer was able to clear him of any charges despite Robert’s attempt at pressing charges. Nothing could be proven. As for Marvin, he was going to jail for a long time. And not only for embezzling money from the company but also for soliciting sex from young underage girls in an illegal sex scandal online. Yeah, he was going away for a long time.
Zane walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “I already know who I’m betting on.”
“Oh you do?” she asked.
“Yes. I have a sure thing.”
“Me, too,” Cash said, then walked over to her and gave her a kiss.
She looked at them strangely and then at Angelo. He smiled.
“They are fast learners. This should be fun,” Angelo said as he rose from his seat.
“I thought you two never bet? How can you be so sure about a horse? There’s no way.”
“Oh we’re willing to take our chances, baby. We’ve got you.”
“Me? What does that mean, Zane?”
“Easy. You see, Zane and I always wanted to find the perfect woman to share. Someone who completed us individually and together. We figured our chances were like a billion to one,” Cash said.
“Yeah, and look, we found you. That’s some seriously good luck, baby. I think we’re on a winning streak,” Zane added.
Angelo and Chiara laughed. Then Chiara looked at them, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Uhm, didn’t you forget that you lost this company to me, when you wanted to buy it?”
“We didn’t lose it to you. It was never even in our hands. Besides, if we wanted it, we could get it. Just like we could get anything we want when it comes to you,” Zane teased.
“Oh really, like what?” she asked, and Zane wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up against him.
He whispered in her ear so Angelo wouldn’t hear, as the feel of his strong arms encased her. She loved this man’s muscles. “Like the odds of how many times we can make you orgasm in one day.” He licked her ear and she closed her eyes and moaned.
Cash joined them. “If he told you what he told me earlier after seeing you in these tight jeans of yours, we may not make it to Saratoga this weekend,” Cash said, and then caressed a hand over her ass.
She felt her cheeks warm, and her body immediately responded to their touch.
Then Angelo cleared his throat and Chiara turned toward him.
“Sorry, Angelo,” she said, feeling a bit embarrassed. But Angelo just smiled.
“So, guys, are you all ready to leave for the horse races?” Heather asked, barging in decked out in an outfit that had the men widening their eyes. She wore high brown leather boots, thin, megatight white leggings that showed
off every curve, and a short brown sweater that showed off her midriff.
“What are you supposed to be, a jockey?” Angelo asked, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Chiara laughed. It seemed that Angelo had taken over being the responsible parent to Chiara and Heather, whether they liked it or not.
“Really? Do you think the guys will like it?” she asked.
“I think you should worry about what Emanuel and Keith are going to say when they see their woman flaunting her assets like you are,” Chiara stated then shook her head. In the past few months since Chiara’s near abduction, Heather had gained the interest of Emanuel and Keith. They were officially her Doms and she their submissive. However, Heather didn’t quite get the meaning behind the word.
She leaned closer to Chiara.
“Do you think they’ll take out one of those leather crops, and spank me for wearing this?” she asked, looking and sounding a bit too excited to be disciplined.
Chiara looked her over and so did Cash and Zane.
“Darlin’, I don’t think you’re going to see any horses this weekend at all,” Cash told her.
“What? Why?”
“Why do you think, Heather?” Zane asked.
Chiara laughed. “You’ll have them right where you want them, Heather. Don’t you worry,” Chiara said as they exited the office. Angelo said good-bye, and Chiara, Zane, and Cash headed toward her office.
“I just need to get rid of a few things,” Chiara said as she placed the folders on her desk into a locked drawer. She heard her door close and then she heard the lock.
Chiara smiled.
“You know, I think I have a pair of pants and a midriff sweater just like Heather was wearing. I have boots that are higher though. Maybe I should go change before we leave,” she teased.
Cash grabbed her waist by a loop and turned her toward him. He pressed her against her desk as he grabbed her hips. “You’ll do no such thing.”
“Yeah, or Cash and I will go all country Dom on your ass and see how you like it. This body is ours, and ours only,” Zane stated.
Chiara felt her cheeks warm and other parts bubble and ooze, like slow-melting caramel. She gave a sly little smile.
“Country Dom?” she asked.
Zane gripped her hair and brought her face close to his. “Yeah, baby, leather crops, whips, paddles, the whole nine yards, with your ass bent over a haystack,” Zane said then licked her lower lip. She felt her body quiver, but she couldn’t let them have the last word.
“I kind of like the sound of that, and a little role-playing in the bedroom. How about you two wear just cowboy hats, and I get to hold the riding crop.”
Zane’s eyes flared to life and Cash pulled her hard against him.
“Fuck the horse races, baby. You got two stallions of your own right here in New York City. Let’s head home, and work on all those orgasms we’re planning on giving you.”
“I bet you won’t be able to give me that many,” she teased.
“We bet we can. Starting right now,” Cash said, then turned her around and bent her over her desk. He made fast work with his fingers and shoved her pants down her knees. She heard his zipper next. She gripped the wood, felt her entire body react to their dominance and desire, and held on for the ride.
“Chiara, that naughty little mouth needs some of this,” Zane said, and she turned to the side of the desk and there was Zane, holding his beautiful, thick cock in his hand, awaiting her mouth. As she opened her mouth, prepared to take him in, she felt Cash stroke his cock into her pussy from behind. She gasped as she gripped the table. “Look what I found,” Zane said. She looked at him as he slowly pressed his cock between her lips. He was holding a ruler.
“It’s not a crop, but I think it will do until the horse races,” Cash said. Zane slapped her ass with the ruler as Cash thrust into her from behind.
She immediately exploded. Her entire body reacted like a power surge. She nearly screamed.
Both men chuckled.
“That’s one,” Cash said.
“Now, there are nineteen more to go,” Zane teased and Chiara smiled.
She loved her men so much. She couldn’t even remember what her life was like before them. If they seriously thought they were going to make her come nineteen more times today, then good luck to them, and bless them, too. She was going to be one happy woman, and they were going to be two very happy men.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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