by Abby Angel
Markets Rebound After Government Corruption Scandal Revealed!
Financial markets today ended their gyrations after Wall Street financier Ares Strong revealed a secret plot by corrupt government officials to illegally transfer the assets of a US corporation over to the People's Republic of China.
"This is the kinda of bullsh*t you see in my wife's Kindle stories, nothing that you ever think would happen in real life," the Federal Reserve Governor was quoted as saying after it became clear that Seymour Lee, former representative of the Federal Aviation Administration was secretly colluding with the Chinese government.
"We owe a debt of apology to both Lucas Blake and Daphne Kane, as well as a heartfelt thank you to Ares Strong for bringing to light this corruption," the Federal Reserve Governor went on to say. "As such, I am hereby dropping any and all inquiries into Carter Jeffries, Strong Capital, or Union Airlines. I am moving my investigation into the direction of looking at corruption within the Federal Government instead."
At the conclusion of the statement, witnesses reported seeing FBI agents taking both Seymour Lee and Elliot Wright - the Board Member for Union Airlines who was implicated in being the front man for the Chinese government - into custody.
Late in the evening, a lawyer for Elliot Wright announced that as part of a plea deal negotiated with the Government and brokered between Mr. Wright and Ares Strong, Mr. Wright was providing a complete testimony and cooperating fully with federal officials in exchange for immunity.
Sources expect a joint deal between Carter Jeffries and Strong Capital to be announced for Union Airlines. When asked about the chances for such a deal, experts seemed to believe that it would be the best option available - in fact the best case scenario in any given situation.
"You take the deep institutional knowledge and advantages of an investment bank like Carter Jeffries and the inherent wheeling and dealing of Strong Capital and if they get together to buy a very solid company like Union Airlines, that's almost a match made in heaven. The resulting company would be so strong that it would most likely be untouchable in the aviation industry," said Jonathan Toobin, Chief Economist at Kane Price.
Indeed, many observers are noting wryly that the fortunes for all three companies have turned dramatically in the last few days. It was less than 48 hours ago they point out that Carter Jeffries and Union Airlines faced the very real prospect of dissolution.
Unfortunately, neither of the three CEO's involved were able to comment for this article, instead adjourning from the Federal Reserve investigation relatively early. Sources and media that followed the trio recorded them entering into an unmarked limousine that then carried them towards Daphne Kane's Midtown Manhattan condo. Media that decided to camp out and wait for any sign from them did not report them emerging by the time of publication of this article.
Despite a lack of comment, it is clear however that for now, Lucas Blake, Ares Strong, and Daphne Kane have emerged from going up against an almost impossible situation as the winners.
"I'm very happy for them," commented Ethan Kane, a close cousin to Daphne who is noted in his own right for running an immersive content company. "They've gotten a happily ever after and it couldn't have ended any more perfectly."
34
Daphne
Epilogue
There’s an ebb and flow to the way time passes. Sometimes it rushes, sometimes it strolls, and this past year has been a mixture of the two. It’s funny how things are.
While knee deep in one of the biggest scandals of the decade, time seemed to drag, the clock counting each second with maddening patience. But as a resolution materialized on the horizon, the events started unfolding at a hurried pace, the inevitability of it all rushing to meet us.
And then it happened. What happened? I hear you ask, and the answer is a simple one, naked and raw: happiness happened. And, above all things, love happened.
But how can three people love each other? I hear you ask again. Or maybe it’s just my imagination. If you walked this road with us, you probably have an answer of your own for a question like that.
Still, let me give you mine. You see, I don’t think love has clear-cut boundaries. I don’t believe it tells you who to love, and when to love, or even how to love. It does none of these things; it simply exists in each breath you take, dancing with your soul one step at a time. Love is bigger and better than what a movie or a song tells you it should be. You can look the word up in the dictionary, and you’ll realize that words fail to paint a clear picture.
“What are you doing?” Ares asks me, coming up beside me and putting his arms around my waist, his lips diving straight to my neck. I’m standing on the balcony of the penthouse the three of us bought, and the sun is setting now, its orange glow draped over the city skyline.
“Nothing,” I tell him, turning around to meet him. Smiling, I brush my lips against his.
“That’s suspicious,” he chuckles, taking one hand to my stomach and running the palm of his hand over the big lump under my blouse. Oh, that’s right, I completely forgot to tell you. I’m pregnant—six months now. Yes, we’re going to have a baby. And, before you ask, the answer is no; I have no idea who’s the father.
Why? Because it doesn’t matter. Let me rephrase that so I’m clear; I do know who’s the father, and it’s the two of them.
“What are the two of you doing outside here?” Lucas asks, stepping onto the balcony. His button-up shirt has its sleeves rolled up, and he has his red tie flung over his shoulder. He’s cooking dinner, and he still looks goddamn irresistible while doing so. Between the three of us, we decided to elect him as the official cook of our household; swing by someday, have dinner with us, and you’ll see. I guess God wasn’t satisfied with blessing him with the looks and the brain; he also had to go and make him a gifted cook.
Of course, Ares also had a few tricks up his sleeves, ones that I knew nothing about. Back when they were studying finance at Harvard, Lucas and Ares were drawn to each other because of one thing in particular—they were both in love with music. While Lucas had a penchant for the piano and its subtlety, Ares was quite different; he learned to play the trumpet and fully embraced the extravagance of it.
More than marry two titans of finance, I ended up marrying a jazz band. What? Did I say marry? Oh, yeah, I did. And that’s because we’re married, the three of us. Sure, the United States doesn’t legally recognize our bond, but who cares about what the government thinks? There are two words that shouldn’t be used in the same sentence, and they are love and government.
Yeah, I’m not that fond of the government, but can you blame me? After the number they pulled on us, I think I have the right to want to keep my distance. Thankfully, everything changed after that bastard Seymour was throw into a deep cell.
It took us a few months but, together, the three of us managed to rebuild Union Airlines’s reputation and we turned what was already a behemoth into a true wonder of the business world. Last time I checked, we were being hailed as the biggest company in the world, ahead of technology companies. And not only that, but we are the most profitable one. Funny how things can change so much in a year, uh?
I have money, a strong reputation, the two most gorgeous men who have ever walked the Earth ... and, above all these things, there’s a new life growing inside my belly. One that came from a love so deep and strong that it simply had to happen. I’m not the most spiritual person, and I used to scoff at words like destiny, but… well, what can I say? Love makes you see things in a different perspective.
“Dinner’s getting late, lovebirds,” Lucas continues, coming up to us with a wide smile. He smacks Ares in the ass with a chuckle and then, turning to me, he bends over and picks me up from the floor. “I’ll carry you, you’re too fat to walk now.”
“Asshole,” I laugh, playfully punching his arm as he walks back inside our apartment. The smell of roasted meat reaches me, and I smile as I see that he has already set the table, a red cloth covering it whi
le a few candles light up the living room.
No, this isn’t a big party, or some kind of ungodly celebration. It’s just a simple dinner, and that’s exactly why I decided to show you this. Love is about the simple things, the pure ones. And, now that we’re a family, I’ve come to learn those things. It sounds like common sense, doesn’t it? I guess that’s because it is … but the thing with common sense is that it doesn’t really make any sense until you experience something like this.
“I’m so hungry,” I say as Lucas puts me down on my seat, and he chuckles at that.
“That’s why you’re fat!” Ares chimes in, a bright laugh on his lips.
“I’m not fat. I’m pregnant, you two. And I have to eat for two, you know?”
“That’s the kind of excuse I can play along with …”
“It’s not an excuse.”
“Keep saying that, maybe it’ll become true.”
I laugh, and then I just look at them both in silence, a kind of warm happiness washing over me. We’re laughing; we’re together. Just like a family. A happy one.
If I could ask for one thing, it’d be for this to never end.
And you know what? I think it won’t, I really do.
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Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
There isn’t a woman alive that I can’t buy…and I’m rich enough to pay.
I knew I had to have Ashley since the night I saw her. She was so f*cking gorgeous.
I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s mine. With my 8-pack abs, chiseled face, muscles, and tats, I’ve never met a woman whose panties didn’t melt just by looking at me.
Take the pants off and ain't nothing in the world gonna save her from Arsen Hawke.
Sure, she can say whatever she wants to pretend she’s got a choice.
She can say she doesn’t fall for bad boys.
She can try to scare me off by saying she comes with a high price tag.
But none of that f*cking matters to me.
Because I’ve already fallen for that curvy body of hers. For that beautiful face and soft lips. And I’ll pay anything to ravish her. Even if it means agreeing to pay the ultimate price…my heart.
Client 5 is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, no cheating or cliffhangers.
35
Arsen
“Oh baby, I love sucking this huge cock of yours,” Sophie says as she runs her tongue up and down my shaft in the way that only a stripper can. “It’s getting me so fucking horny.”
I can hear the steady beats of Lil’ John playing through the club as I look down through the glass at the main stage of the strip club. It’s a pretty crowded evening, and I idly wonder if some of the patrons—those poor, lonely schmos with no place else to be—realize that the mirrors they’re looking up at are really one-sided and that I can look down from them at any point. Including times like now, where I’m completely naked getting my cock sucked by a blonde stripper as a brunette one rubs her hands all over my body.
But just as soon as I wonder, the brunette—I think her name is Heather?—starts twisting my nipples and I decide it’s a stupid fucking thing to wonder about and I should just concentrate on the task at hand. That task being namely to fuck the living shit out of these two strippers—new girls to the club, but definitely old hands at this game. They know what’s fucking what, that’s for sure. The moment they started at the club, I could tell they were fucking eyeing me. Deciding if it was in their best interests to fuck me or not. Could they advance their careers by boning the owner?
Let me take a moment to fucking introduce myself, since it’s clear we haven’t met and you’re just now popping into the picture as I have my cock going in and out of one woman’s mouth and my hands roaming the fake tits of another.
My name is Arsen Hawke.
Yes, I know what you’re saying to yourself right now.
That Arsen Hawke. Yes. The 30-year old son of the billionaire smut lord of America. The son of the man the nation knows as the Corrupter. Collectively, my fucking dad is responsible for putting out 83 Internet live web cams, 23 Pay-Per-View channels, 3 magazines, and 5 different streaming porn services through the Internet. All beamed directly into your home for your little son or daughter to consume when you’re not looking – further destroying what little of the moral fiber is left of Western democratic values.
That Arsen Hawke that you read about in the tabloids. The same one that you see on E! Online. With the chiseled 8-pack abs, rugged face, icy blue eyes, and tattoos designed by some of the most gifted artists of our time. Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m describing myself. You know everything about me. You know that I’m good looking as fuck. That on the off-chance that I decided to stop by your town or city, you would probably tell your husband that you were going out so you could see me signing autographs at the mall. Just catch a glimpse. Maybe you’d hope to see me take off my shirt. Maybe you’d even get close enough to see my ripped physique. Fuck, maybe I would make eye contact with you and flex my pecs for you. Tell you to come closer so you could see my 1% body fat body. You’d be pretty close then, maybe I’d even touch you. That’s when you’d go fucking crazy, because that’s what I do to every girl around me.
You’d try not to at first, but you wouldn’t be able to help yourself from looking at the bulge in my pants. That 12-inches of pussy pleasing pistoning that you’ve read about. Fantasized about. You’d be so close to touching it. Tasting it.
If I told you to get in the limo with me, you wouldn’t even think about anything else. Fuck life. Forget every fucking obligation you ever had. All you’d want to do is get in for maybe the most illicit and exciting moment you’d ever have with someone who is fucking larger than life.
Once inside and in private, I’d take your hands in mine and tell you that this is temporary and it’s nothing permanent. You’d agree. Anything to have a taste of me. Anything for a feel. You’d nod your head, and I’d take my pants off, showing you my thick, pulsing, veiny cock.
And fuck if you wouldn't go fucking crazy. Sure, I’d let you suck it like these two strippers right now, who are both taking turns running their tongues around the tip of my cock. But then, I’d turn you over on all fours and I’d fuck the living shit out of you. I swear to fucking God you would cum enough times that by the time I was done with you, you would be nothing more than a quivering mess of flesh on the seat. Sex coma? Talk about fucking sex amnesia.
And you would do anything for another taste of that cock. Anything I fucking wanted you to do. That’s why I’d want to get the fuck away as soon as possible. But I would leave you with memories that would last a lifetime as I flew off to my next destination. Maybe Singapore. Or, maybe London. I hear it’s nice this time of year.
So, yeah, that Arsen Hawke.
> But there's so much fucking more that you don’t know about me. What about the fact that I haven't talked to my dad in 6 years, ever since my mom died of cancer and got no help from him since he had already divorced her. That I’ve been living on my own, at the age of 30 at One57 on Billionaire’s Row in New York City. That despite my body and looks and my fucking cock, I have a fucking brain. Harvard fucking MBA, baby. But, no. You don't know that about me. And quite honestly, I’m not surprised.
“Arsen, I want your cock inside of me, baby,” Sophie moans in her most slutty voice. I look down at her. She sees the look in my eyes and smiles lusciously and takes Heather. The two trade a wet, sloppy kiss for my benefit, and then turn away from me, facing the window overlooking the club. They're both naked—fuck their strippers—what do you expect? But what really blows my brain is when they both bend over, jutting their asses out at me.
“Which one of us do you want to fuck first?” Heather asks, her eyes twinkling with this lust game that their playing for me.
I’m only fucking human, okay? I tear open the condom wrapper and sheath myself as I grab Sophie’s waist with both hands, and push my quivering cock into her pussy. She’s wet, I’ll give her that. But not really that tight. Fuck it, it’ll get the job done.
Within seconds, I have a good, steady clip going, pistoning in and out of Sophie’s canal as she moans lewdly. To further stimulate me, Heather starts licking and sucking Sophie’s tits. I’m building up my tempo, increasing my pace, and I can hear my balls slapping against the underside of Sophie’s ass in tune with the music.
“Fuck me, harder, Arsen!” Sophie screams and I oblige the slut, pounding into her with enough force to topple someone over. It’s a good thing she has the window as leverage, steadying herself as I go mercilessly at her cunt.
