by Abby Angel
His tongue runs back and forth over my tits, and he only stops when there’s nothing else on my skin.
"C’mere," I whisper, placing two fingers under his chin and pulling his mouth into mine. We kiss then, our tongues submitting to that wicked madness that has taken over us both.
I’m speechless.
All I can say is that tt feels so good to be such a bad girl.
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As Wall Street braces for the largest and most expensive corporate takeover in history, the financial world was rocked to it's core yesterday when Ares Strong, head of Strong Capital announced that his firm was willing to borrow up to an additional $1 trillion dollars from the public money markets in order to finance the purchase of Union Airlines.
Union Airlines's stock has surged in the time that the buyout intentions were announced by both Ares Strong of Strong Capital and Lucas Blake of Carter Jeffries. The airline is now the most valuable company in America, with a market capitalization over $1 trillion dollars and climbing.
Investors pushed the stock to stratospheric heights today, with shares of Union Airlines now trading at a whopping 542% premium to what they were a month ago when Daphne Kane, the beleaguered CEO of Union Airlines, announced her intention to put the company up for sale.
Observers see a much needed turn of luck for Union Airlines with two of the wealthiest and most powerful financial institutions on Wall Street interested in purchasing Union Airlines. However, skeptics see something different.
They see two of the most powerful money men on Wall Street competing with each other to buy the affections of the same woman. Indeed, both men have been romantically linked to Daphne Kane since the buyout talks began and both men have demurred when asked what their relationship status is with the female CEO of Union Airlines. Critics of Ms. Kane point to the fact that she has used her sexuality in a desperate bid to raise the value of Union Airlines's stock.
"If Ms. Kane wants to wear high heels and sexy pantyhose and short skirts, she's more than free to go do that in her own time, but this is a serious business that she's managing here," a source within Union Airlines was quoted as telling MarketWatch Journal. The source, whom requested anonymity due to the fact that he was close to Ms. Kane went on to state, "Seducing heads of investment banks is not good business practice. If Daphne Kane can't understand that, then perhaps it's time she left Wall Street and went to walk a different sort of street, where she can find clients more willing to satisfy her cravings."
Industry analysts are split whether Ms. Kane has simply taken advantage of the two banks growing interests in her and her company, or whether she has fostered and attempted to grow it herself. However, there does seem to be unanimous agreement that indeed Union Airlines and Daphne Kane have given themselves a reprieve because of the white-hot interest in the company.
"If nothing else, the rising stock price has meant that shareholders are happy, even though the company is being sold, and that gives the CEO of Union Airlines a bit more breathing room to do whatever it is she needs to do."
Time will tell what it is that Ms. Kane needs to do.
Ares
Cool it, Ares, don’t be a fucking dumbass.
That’s what I try to tell myself, but it’s already too fucking late. My shoes are already slapping the concrete under me, my legs carrying me toward the restaurant area.
You see, I was just by the bar having a drink and enjoying myself when I noticed Daphne and some fucking asshole sitting together and drinking wine. Now, you’re probably thinking that I got a bug on her or some fucking bullshit like that… No, I’m not fucking spying on her; I’m not a fucking sicko like that. I just knew she likes to hang out in this place and it just so happened that I needed a drink and… Oh, fuck it; it’s true, I came here because I thought I might run into her.
Fucking sue me.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" some fucking bald guy asks me, a folder in his hands, but I just ignore him and stroll into the cordoned area, walking between rows of square tables and making my way toward Daphne and her date. Yeah, her fucking date—that guy can’t be older than thirty, and he has the looks of a football player. This isn’t a business meeting, that's for fucking sure.
"What the fuck, Daphne? How many guys are you fucking?" I ask her right off the bat, standing up in front of her table. Yeah, I’m not exactly the most subtle guy. So fucking what? She turns on her chair to face me, and her date just opens his mouth and lets his jaw hang. Yeah, I know how to cause an impression.
"I’m sorry?" She offers me a surprised smile, one eyebrow cocked as she locks eyes with me. "I don’t remember marrying you, Ares. And who the fuck are you to ask me that? How many girls are you fucking?"
Well fuck, I wasn’t expecting that. But that’s because I’m a fucking dumbass. She’s Daphne Kane, not some easy girl ready to crawl at my feet. The worst part is that I don’t even know how to fucking answer her last question. Well, I do know how to answer it … it’s just that the answer is a fucking ridiculous one.
"None," I respond, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper. "Not after what happened between the two of us. After that, I … I can’t."
"Guys, I’m right here…" Her date starts, and I turn to him and narrow my eyes. I think I recognize him from somewhere… Maybe he’s one of these big shot quarterbacks? Yeah, I think I saw him on TV before.
"Zip it," I tell him abruptly, and then turn my attention toward Daphne.
"Ares, you can’t barge in and—what the hell?" she trails off, looking over my shoulder and sighing heavily. I turn on my heels to see what she’s looking at, and guess what? Lucas is walking straight toward us. What the…?
"What the hell are you thinking, Ares?" he hisses, and his tone is not a happy one. What the…? Is he pissed that I came in here looking for Daphne? That’s fucking rich, since he’s here as well. "I know you’ve been spying on me, and I know that you found out about Daphne and I. But that doesn’t give you the right to --"
"Gimme a fucking break, Lucas. What happened between you and her? Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but she won’t look at you again after what happened between me and --"
"Shut up, the two of you! How the hell are you even here? Are you spying on me?" I look at Daphne, but her last question makes me turn my gaze toward Lucas. Yeah, I guess we really fucked up by coming in here, no need to tell me that. "I knew you guys spy on each other, but this is too much. What do you think I am? Real estate?"
"I’m not --"
"Daphne, I --"
Lucas and I start talking at the same time, and then we look at each other again. I can already feel my blood boiling, and I don’t mean that in a good way.
"Lucas, shut the fuck up," I hiss, mashing my teeth together hard.
"Why don’t you shut the fuck up?" he shoots back at me, balling his hands into fists and rocking on his feet, his body swaying back and forth as if he’s about to take a swing at me.
"Why don’t you fucking make me, asshole?"
"Ask and you shall receive," he says, raising his voice. Heads start turning toward us and I can feel a kind of heavy silence taking over the dining room. Yeah, we’re the life of the party, everyone.
"Screw this, I’m gonna go," Daphne’s date says out of the blue, throwing his napkin on top of the table and going up to his feet. He glances at Daphne for a moment, almost begging her to ask him to stay, but she just looks at him with a resigned look and sighs. Shaking his head, he walks out of the restaurant with his shoulders hunched. I guess that, in the end, it doesn’t matter how big of a fucking star you are—you’re just no match for two guys like Lucas and I.
"Thanks for ruining my date," she sighs heavily, looking from me to Lucas.
"What? That was Ares!" Lucas starts, glancing at me with a hateful expression.
"Me? That’s fucking high and mighty of you, Lucas. You’
re the one chasing me all the way here so that you could keep tabs on Daphne and I … What are you, some kind of fucking pervert? Do you get off on watching us together?"
Maybe I’ve overdone it now, but what the fuck. It’s not my fault that he’s a sore loser. Thing is, Lucas is a sore loser with a heavy right hook.
Swinging his arm, he brings his fist up and drives it straight into my chin. I take one step back, but it’s already too late; his fist connects with my face and I stumble backward, falling over a table where an astonished couple was having dinner.
"Motherfucker," I whisper to myself, going up to my feet and wiping the blood off my mouth with the back of my hand. Gritting my teeth, I turn my right hand into a fist and take two steps forward; moving fast, I punch him twice in the face. He takes two steps backward and then comes straight at me, bending over at the last second and bringing his shoulder up to meet my stomach.
We both go crashing down over another table, and I feel it breaking under my back. I’m about to head butt him when two pairs of strong arms lift him off me, and I sit up on the floor and watch as two tall security guys start dragging him across the restaurant floor. I grin as I watch him go, but it’s a short lived grin; two other security guys flank me in the blink of an eye and, grabbing me by the arms, they pull me up to my feet and start dragging my ass out of the fucking restaurant.
Perfect, just like two teenagers getting into a fight at the prom.
Still spitting blood, I let myself be taken out of the restaurant by the not-so-gentle hands of the security staff. Lucas is already there, drops of blood staining the collar of his shirt, and he glares at me as he sees me coming out of the restaurant.
Luckily, Daphne follows me all the way to exit. Stopping right between Lucas and I, her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face, she looks from me to him.
"You’re both insane," she starts, and I almost think that she’s going to scold us as if we were two high-school kids caught shoplifting. Instead, she just shakes her head and sighs. "This has gone too far. Tomorrow, both of you … in my office."
Turning around, she starts walking to her limo, the car already waiting for her on the curb. She stops right before she enters it, the driver holding the door for her, and then she glances toward Lucas and I.
"Be there, or forget that I exist."
Lucas
Silence—that's all there is as I stroll out of the elevator, my footsteps echoing across the hall as I head toward the receptionist’s desk. She’s not there, and it seems like the whole floor is deserted as well.
The last time I was at the Union Airlines offices there was a certain busyness about the whole place. Employees went back and forth, folders clutched to their chests, and everyone seemed to be on edge, which wasn’t surprising, since they were just reeling from a major scandal. All hands on deck.
But now it’s just this eerie silence nd I. What the hell is going on? Daphne told Ares nd I to be at her office this Sunday afternoon, but it seems like I’m the only one on the whole floor. I feel like the last man on Earth right now.
I walk straight to her office and rap my knuckles against the door. I wait to hear her voice coming from the inside, but that doesn’t happen.
"For God’s sake," I whisper under my breath as I grab the handle, turn it, and push the door open.
The same silence that blankets the whole floor fills Daphne's’ office as well, the leather chair behind her desk is empty. I look at my phone, trying to make sure that I’m not early, but no, I’m exactly on time. I try and call Daphne’s number, but all I get is that repetitive tone.
Ding!
I turn on my heels as I hear one of the elevators at the end of the deserted hall make a shrill noise, its doors patiently sliding to the side. My lips start taking the shape of a smile when I realize that it’s not Daphne coming in; it’s Ares.
Great. Just what I need right now.
I tap my fingertips on the top of Daphne’s desk, trying to make sense of the whole situation; why isn’t she here? Is this some wicked plan where she intends us to fight to the death? Yeah, no.
"Where the fuck is everyone?" Ares asks me, stepping inside Daphne’s office with his hands in his pockets. He’s impeccably dressed, even more than usual, his Tom Ford suit making him look more like James Bond than a high-powered executive.
"Beats me. The whole place was already deserted when I got here," I tell him offhandedly as I sink down in one of the chairs flanking Daphne’s desk.
"And Daphne?" I just shrug at that, although I can’t help but feel some satisfaction creeping in; just like me, he has no idea about Daphne’s whereabouts. Sighing, he takes his phone out from his pocket and taps his thumbs a few times on the screen; he then brings the phone up to his ear and paces around the office, looking like a caged tiger. "She’s not picking up either."
"We wait then," I tell him, following him around the office with my eyes. The atmosphere in the room is fraught with tension, but I guess that as long as we don’t start arguing there’ll be no need to trade fists again. And that’s for the best; without anyone around to break a fight, I guess we’d just punch each other to an early grave.
He takes the chair by my side, sits down, and folds his legs. He looks at me and our eyes lock for a second; the tension around us seems to grow but, the moment we avert each other’s gaze, it fades down again. I keep looking at him from the corner of my eyes, though, watching as he drums his fingertips against the armrest of the chair.
I grit my teeth as I imagine what must've happened when he met with Daphne at the airport, right after she destroyed the bug I had planted on his jacket. I never held any illusion about what happened; they fucked, much like what happened between Daphne and I in the limo.
Images flash behind my eyes—his naked body on hers, their lips pressed together—and I find my heart racing. My blood starts to boil as I think of her growing wet, her body craving Ares’ cock, and even though I try to stop this train of thought … it’s almost impossible.
My cock twitches, reacting to all these images, and I stare at my feet. What’s happening with me? I take a deep breath, trying to stop my cock from growing hard, but that just makes it worse; more images dance behind my eyes, Ares’ naked body moving as he slides his cock inside Daphne. Before I know it, my cock is as hard as it has ever been. Why am I feeling like this? I should be angry … not hard.
"You know we’ll have to settle this, don’t you?" Ares says, finally crushing the oppressing silence that's settled between the two of us.
"Settle what?" I turn to him, careful to cross my legs so that he doesn’t see my cock tenting my pants.
"Daphne. This can’t go on forever," he states, looking straight into my eyes, his lips a thin and enigmatic line.
"You’re right … for a change."
"I am. And I’m also right when I tell you to give up on her. No good will come out of this. You never learned to separate business from everything else, and you’re making a fucking mistake by going after Daphne while you try to buy out Union Airlines." His words hang in the air between us, and I feel anger welling up inside my mind once more. Who the hell does he think he is?
"Maybe you should take your own advice, Ares. What do you even know about Daphne? She’s just another woman to you, isn’t she? You don’t care about anyone, and you sure as hell don’t care about her … so why do you want her? Just to snub me?"
"Snub you? For fuck’s sake," he scoffs. "I have more important stuff to do than care about you. And, despite what you may think, Daphne isn’t just another woman. And she’ll be mine, you can write that down and take it to the fucking bank, Lucas."
"Yours? She isn’t a piece of real estate!" I tell him, my hands already balled into fists. I guess it’s inevitable; it always comes to this when the two us are together. "She’ll never be yours. And if you want to turn this into a competition, you can rest assured that she’ll choose me over you any day of the week."
"You’re getting ahe
ad of yourself," he whispers, slowly getting up from his seat and staring me down. I do the same and take one step toward him, my fingernails digging deep into the palm of my hands. We’re just a few inches away from my each other now, the air around us burning up as the tension in the room rises and rises.
"You look like boys arguing over a toy," I hear Daphne’s voice, and both Ares and I turn on our heels to look at her. She’s standing by the door, leaning against the wall with an amused look on her face; a tight black dress hugs the curves of her body tightly, and my cock responds to the sight by twitching inside my pants and threatening to go hard again.
We stare at her in silence, and a quizzical smile spreads over her lips. She walks toward us with a confident gait, and stops right between Ares and I. "Let me assure you: I’m not a toy. And none of you get to decide who owns me."
"Then choose," Ares tells her, his eyes betraying the anxiety inside him.
"Choose, Daphne," I repeat after Ares, but she only smiles at us, and remains silent for what seems like an eternal heartbeat.
"Oh, I’ve made my choice already."
Daphne
"My choice is simple: I’m not going to make one," I say, looking from Ares to Lucas. They return me confused looks, and my lips curl into a grin as I offer them an explanation. "I want you both," I whisper, the tone of my voice leaving no room for doubts; I’m the one in charge, and they have no say on what’s about to happen.
