Profit & Lace: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  “That’s enough!” Carter says. He can see that I’m frozen. He can see that my mind is working for an answer and to give me room, he interjects himself into the debate. “Eliza has done nothing wrong.”

  Wanda gives him a smile. “You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” The evil is permeating from her in waves. She looks around the reporters. “Maybe you want to explain to them how your company is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. And how you’re hoping to get a cut from Eliza’s embezzlement to save your own self.”

  Carter’s face goes red. I know about his company problems, but we’ve never thought that it would spill out like this.

  “You two thought you had a nice little thing going, didn’t you?” Wanda asks and I can see the reporters and photographers giving her a circle to do her talking. “You thought you’d come back to New York, embezzle a few billion dollars, save a hedge fund, fuck a ton, and then leave the rest of the family out in the street, didn’t you?” Acid drips from her words.

  “That’s not true at all,” I say into the microphone.

  “You’re delusional, Wanda,” Carter says. “Either that or you’re lying.”

  Wanda bristles. “Careful, Mr. Blake. I think I know your honesty or lack thereof quite well. Or did you forget that I was married to you?”

  Carter bristles. He’s angry.

  But one thing I know about Carter Blake.

  He would never ever lie. Not to me. Not to the public. Not about something like this.

  “Your question that you should be preparing to answer,” my stepmother says, drawing out her words with a smirk. “Is figuring out whether you’re going to deal with tax evasion charges or fraud charges first. And how the two of you are going to communicate from jail.”

  There’s murmuring going through the crowd at this point. Reporters taking pictures of the two of us. I can just imagine what the New York Daily Journal is going to have as its tabloid headline tomorrow. Or what Good Day USA will have to say about us. Honestly, though, you ever notice that they seem to go through anchor people like every show? They’re replacing them like every day.

  That’s how crazy my brain is right now. It’s focusing on the smallest things because it doesn’t know how to deal with the issue of Wanda advancing toward us.

  “Jail is probably the least of your worries, actually,” she says. “Not after the having your names dragged through the mud for the thieves that you are.”

  She’s smirking. She’s enjoying this. I could—

  Wait.

  “The only one who should seriously be worried about jail in this farce, Wanda, is you,” a voice calls out.

  I knew it!

  I knew he was here somewhere. The crowd starts murmuring and parting.

  And standing right there with a bad boy smirk on his face is none other than Derek Stackford.

  “What? You guys started the fucking party without me?” Derek asks. And I feel nothing but relief.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Derek

  “What? You guys started the fucking party without me?” I ask, and I can see Carter roll his eyes and Eliza take a breath. She's startled. But her eyes show relief. Like she was expecting me?

  Nah. Can't be. Because I didn't even know I'd be here.

  I mean, I knew I had to do something.

  But then again, I've known I have to do something for quite some time now.

  The trick was planning out exactly when.

  You're probably wondering what the fuck I'm talking about, aren't you?

  Well, don't worry. I'm about to explain to you. Real fucking good.

  I can see that the crowd around me is looking at me like what the fuck also. They're all wondering what's going on.

  What is this crazy fuck going to do now, huh?

  Yeah, I can tell that's exactly what they're thinking the moment photographers start taking snapshots of me.

  I don't fucking care.

  My eyes turn toward Wanda, who's standing on the sidewalk where it naturally raises in an effort to distinguish herself from the crowd. She's facing the podium that Carter and Eliza are at.

  Did I mention her face is very, very, white.

  That's because she didn't expect me to be here today. She has no idea what I'm going to do now and it terrifies her because she had all this worked out.

  "You had all this worked out, didn't you, Wanda?" I ask, deciding to let the whole crowd hear the things I'm telling you right now. "This was going exactly how you wanted it to, wasn't it?"

  "Derek ... you're not supposed to be here. You need to leave ... now," Wanda manages to say, controlling herself.

  I give her a smile.

  "Or what?" I ask her. "You'll destroy me?"

  There's some hushed murmurings from the crowd but I don't give a fuck. In fact, I turn to them and smirk.

  "A while back, I was enjoying an intern in my office," I say, as I walk to the podium. I can see Carter sigh as I start my story. Why am I not fucking surprised. I love the guy. Let's be clear about that. And it’s important to note I don’t like having sex with guys. I fucking love women. But Carter…is different. Something about him drives me fucking crazy. But I can't seem to understand why I can't stop wanting to be near him. Fuck.

  Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah.

  "Her name was Mandy, or Mindy, or something I don't remember. And I was fucking her in my office. But I didn't realize that she was working for my ex-wife," I say to the consternation of the reporters and photographers. I see the television news cameras come on. This shit is now good enough for prime time. I can see it now. 'Wall Street Elite Scuffle In Public Over Inheritance Fortune' they'll say over at Good Day USA. Then they'll scoff at how fucking stupid these silly rich people are and what the fuck are they fighting about. These aren't even first world problems.

  What they won't understand is if we let Wanda get ahold of Eliza's father's money then the good that it was marked for—the charities and the foundations and the hospitals that the money would have been distributed to as part of the estate management would all be gone. Poof. Disappeared. Wanda would be taking everything and using it on herself.

  "I think you need to stop before you say something you regret, Derek," Wanda says through clenched teeth but still loud enough that I'm able to hear her.

  "Or what, Wanda?" I ask, and look at her. I'm now at the podium and standing next to Eliza and Carter. Eliza is looking at me with her mouth open and Carter is trying to understand whether he want's to help me or hit me. I'd probably go with the latter.

  "Derek, I'm warning you," Wanda threatens.

  "Or what? You'll tell the world that I sexually assaulted Mandy in my office? Then because you're paying her you'll get her to testify in court against me?" I ask.

  Wanda shuts up, not realizing that I could bring this up. But I press on, even though people are starting to talk with concern at what I'm saying.

  "Because folks, that's exactly what happened. Just as Eliza was about to come back to America, Wanda bursts into my office as I have my cock inside Mandy. I didn't even know Eliza was coming back to the country but Wanda showed me that Mandy was a setup and that if I wanted to stay outta jail, I better fucking do what she wanted me to do," I begin and reporters start scrambling to get everything I'm saying. Photographers start clicking their cameras. "She tells me the only way I can do this is by convincing Eliza to start investing in Red Lion Aviation. That's the only way I can redeem myself and save my own skin. Otherwise she's going to the police with a statement already prepared by my intern that I assaulted her. How's that for good planning?"

  Eliza gasps next to me. I turn to her.

  She's not sure whether to look at me with betrayal or what. The emotions going through her face are classic range of grief.

  But baby girl needs to realize there's no need to be sad. Daddy's here.

  "Don't worry, Eliza, I was never going to betray you anyways," I say to her. And then I look at Carter. "And I was never going to let your compan
y go under. I know that we've had our differences and haven't gotten along. But I always knew there was something special about you, you fucking asshole."

  Carter laughs at that and some of the reporters are laughing along with us. But I'm not done yet.

  I turn back to Wanda.

  "So the whole trick was getting Wanda to this point. If she thought that she won, she'd come out and reveal her hand. And her goal all this time wasn't to just embezzle some money through this investment, but to take control of the entire family estate. I can understand that now but I can't understand how someone could do something so low just for money," I say to the crowd. "Even when we're talking about the vast sums of money that the Seymour estate has, it's still pretty low for a fucking human being."

  Wanda seems to get the last bit of gumption or courage and takes a step forward.

  "You think you're so tough, coming up here and saying these things about me that you know aren't true," Wanda says and I can see her convince herself the only way to get out of this now is to lie. And she has to lie through her fucking teeth. "You know you were the one who probably convinced Eliza to steal the money. And you announced it and got in front of the cameras to throw them under the bus when I found out."

  “But you announced yourself what they made you do,” Wanda sneers. “And not that you’re a saint. Your squalid and filthy little whore of a stepdaughter and Carter are just a lot of morally bankrupt people.”

  I shake my head. “And you Wanda? Blackmailing us? And then trying to put out leaks to get us destroyed in the court of public opinion? What do you call that?” I shoot back.

  It's like watching a tennis game. Or a ping pong match.

  "You're trying to have your cake and eat it too and I'm not going to let you, because you're part of the problem," Wanda yells. "You're trying to steal the money that Eliza's father asked her to manage."

  I smile.

  "No Wanda," I say. "You're lying."

  "Prove it," Wanda says to me with a snarl. Then she looks over to the reporters. "Who are you going to believe? Him or me? He's right. His intern did come to me and tell me he sexually assaulted her. I do have her testimony. So either Derek Stackford is trying to protect himself from that. Or he's trying to do something else, but he has absolutely no proof that things happened the way he says they did. He has no proof I was even in his office."

  And this is where I smile.

  Broadly.

  "Actually, Wanda," I say and relish the moment as I pause and let people turn to me. Moment of fucking glory. "I got a tape."

  There's a hush that goes through the crowd.

  "I had to see how far you'd take it, but I have a tape of the whole thing from my office," I say.

  Wanda sputters.

  "I record the sessions with the interns because you know, you might want to watch and jerk off to something later," I say and the crowd actually laughs. Including Carter. "But I don't need them anymore because I finally found two people I love."

  I mean it. No more need for an endless supply of interns. I have the two people I fucking love right next to me.

  "But that tape has Mandy moaning my name. It has you coming in. Threatening me. Telling me what to do. And it's right here," I say, pulling out a small compact blu-ray disc out of my pocket.

  Wanda's face falls. Literally, her body crumples. Not a sound comes out and I see, for the first time, realization sinks in that she's well and truly fucked.

  "Who wants it?" I ask the crowd.

  With a collective roar, each person signifies they want to see it.

  "Plenty to go around," I yell and take out an envelope full of discs. "Everything is corroborated there, and I think the NYPD will probably want a copy too."

  If you can imagine a collective mass of humanity trying to reach over and grab something as if their lives depended on it, then that's exactly what happens.

  Wanda has shrunk, literally.

  Defeated. Destroyed.

  I turn to Carter.

  "Listen, Carter, I want you to know that I always knew there was a reason why it was so easy to hate you," I say and he looks at me. I gulp. "Because I loved you too."

  He nods. "I love you Derek. I can't explain it," he says and I nod.

  But no more words are needed. Carter leans forward and I meet his face and in the next moment he's kissing me. A deep, probing kiss.

  When he disengages, I turn to Eliza.

  She's smiling.

  "Wanna get out here?" she asks us.

  I look to the crowd, shouting questions to a cowering Wanda who's crying as they try to get the tapes and play them. My work here is done and I nod to Eliza.

  It's time to get the fuck out.

  And on with the first day of the rest of our lives.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Eliza

  Fucking one incredible man makes a girl’s heart race and gets her all tingly inside. Fucking two incredible men that you also watch touch each other? That’s the thing of pure erotic fantasies that make a girl’s body tingle all over. I know because that’s what is about to happen.

  “You’ve barely touched your dinner,” Carter says.

  Derek shoots him a knowing glance.

  Yeah, they both know what’s up. We finally get to have each other and I’m not really in the mood to touch my crab cakes. Like, who can focus on food when they have an aching pussy that needs attention? Not me. I bite my lip and look to Carter. “I guess I’m not in the mood,” I say, teasing out my words slowly and narrowing my eyes at him with a smile.

  “Not in the mood?” Derek says. He laughs and drops his napkin on his plate. “I think our girl is hungry,” Derek looks to Carter. “But I think she’s got an appetite for cock.”

  Carter drops a hand to Derek’s thigh. “I can relate,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

  Why am I not surprised that I’m not the only one that’s all keyed up and needs to get out some of this energy? I’ve got two sexy men that I need inside me. I can’t be expected to pay attention to dinner right now.

  “Can you?” Derek says, and I see a flare of desire light up in his eyes. I see him roll back his shoulders so that his broad chest is just asking me to jump over the table and run my hands up and down those pecs.

  Yeah, so not hungry for food right now.

  I’m hungry for the cocks I know my men are packing. For what their mouths can do to me. For the salty delicious taste of their cum warming my belly. I want the feel of their cocks between my lips, and all I want to swallow is their cum.

  I push my food around my plate and think those naughty thoughts, watching them out of the corner of my eye. I pick up my champagne flute, and at least let some bubbly’s chill warm its way down my belly. I take a few more bites of my food for the express purpose of giving the booze a place to soak into. I want to get a little tipsy, a lot naughty, and thoroughly fucked tonight.

  If you had these two men ready to fuck you and each other? You’d totally understand, okay, because I’m just watching their most basic movements, watching them look at each other and look at me, and my pussy is soaking wet. My nipples are stabbing through the fabric of my dress. A low ache burns in my belly that tells me who gives a fuck about food?

  “We had more romantic things in mind for the night but I can see that you want to skip ahead to getting fucked,” Derek says.

  Carter’s eyes glint with mischief. “I don’t mind skipping ahead to the fucking one bit. I want to bury myself inside your delectable fucking body and fill you up with a gallon of cum. My cock hurts just thinking about how much I want to be inside you,” Carter says, his words speeding up and I watch him swallow. How life-affirming to know that the horniness really is a three-way street. Derek flags down the server, who is not getting the hint from the start.

  Derek is a little frustrated but I can tell he’s gonna take it out on me. Like, in a healthy, aggressive fucking feels good sort of way. I am not in the mood ever to let assholes into my life. Haven’t w
e all been there way too much? I mean he’s channeling the frustration into some damn good sexual energy. I’m watching him and thinking about how that heat I can practically feel wafting off of his body is going to be directed at me later. Can’t imagine anything fucking hotter than that.

  “Should I wrap these things up to go?” The server says, already walking off with the plates.

  “This is why I said the private room was a nice touch,” Carter teases Derek.

  They share a few dirty looks at each other.

  “Sure, then we’d have less waiting. But I don’t exactly plan to tell this server the only thing we plan to eat later is Eliza here,” Derek says in response. The server has returned to retrieve Derek’s platinum card and his whole face goes white.

  I hold back my laughter and give the poor server a smile. I don’t think that poor kid has ever even had someone touch his cock before. For a second I think about reaching over and stroking Derek’s cock, right here in the restaurant, just to terrify the poor boy even more.

  Imagine if I stroke Derek’s cock, and then stroke Carter’s at the same time? If Carter helps me with Derek’s cock?

  Okay, so torturing the poor server is not the activities that I have in mind for tonight, but they are enough of a distraction while the meal is paid for before we can leave.

  We wait on the valet to deliver the limo and I’m thrilled to see the mischievous smiles on my men’s faces. They’re going to do something deliciously wicked tonight, and I am dying to experience it. I have no idea what erotic things are in store for me, but I suck in a breath when the valet delivers the limo because my mind is filling in more than a few blanks.

  Derek and Carter both put their hands on the small of my back, their fingers entwining against me. The three of us together like this is utterly intoxicating. We all pile into the limo, me smashed between my men. I can’t imagine anything better.

  There’s a bouquet of chilled bottles of champagne in an ice bucket. They are all top shelf. I would never expect anything cheap or underwhelming in the slightest when it comes to Derek and Carter.