BANDON'S POV
I loved the feeling that came over me whenever I walked into my company. I felt like a god, looking at all my accomplishments and hard work. Ever since I was in high school I always wanted to be a big CEO in control. And with the right engagements, connections and a lot of hard and dirty work, I now had it. And I planned to keep it.
"Good morning, Mr Coslin" my secretary stood. She wore an orange wrap dress with tiny straps and the orange lipstick she wore made her sultry smile more alluring. I rapped my fingers against her table in greeting and went into my office.
I headed straight for my seat. I had a big meeting to prepare for; new Chinese clients were coming around and I had to make a good impression. I picked a pen from the table and twirled it absently, reclining in my chair. I still worried about Mr Schnapp. What could I do about him? He had a notorious temper, and most of my clients deferred to him. I tossed the pen back to the table, I'd deal with that later. I sat up, pulling a file concerning the big meeting to me. My secretary's sultry smile played in slow mode on repeat as I tried to focus on the contents of the file. I eventually gave up.
"Get me coffee, Ava" I said to her over the intercom.
I pushed my chair back from the table when I heard the door open. She walked in, regarding me warily. I pointed at the door. She straightened, locking it behind her. One thing I appreciated about my secretary, she knew how to move her body. Her hips swished left and right towards me, and I knew exactly what I wanted from her today. I pointed at the corner of my table, and she dropped the cup there. God, the world was so much better when women did what I wanted.
She stood in front of me. "What can I do today, sir? She purred.
I examined her again. Her gown only reached her mid thighs, and it really was a wrap, tied on the right side of her waist. I pressed a button on my chair, and the hand rests retracted. I leaned back. "Come here".
She staddled my legs, and I held her hips, adjusting her till she was perfectly positioned. She let out a little sigh and rolled her hips.
"Go on", I encouraged her. She started to grind slowly, looking into my eyes. I watched her, my hands roaming till they found her behind, kneading gently. She sighed again, grinding harder. I slipped one hand back to her hips, and then slowly into her wrap till I found her thighs. As I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear, just a nearly non existent thong. She jolted when I touched her centre, and I smirked. "Use your hands" I instructed. She immediately reached for my belt, undoing it quickly and puling down my briefs. She cradled my cock with both hands, looking for all the world like she wanted to put it in her mouth. But she was a girl who followed instructions. She took it in one hand, stroking firmly. I grunted softly, rewarding her with two fingers playing with her clit. She moaned softly, stroking harder. I slipped my forefinger into her, moving at a slow pace. She bit her lip, still maintaining eye contact with me. I increased the pace, pressing her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly, letting go of my cock. "Did I ask you to stop?" I barked. She took it back quickly, resuming her stroking with renewed vigour. I slipped my middle finger beside my forefinger, and started a punishing pace. She gasped, struggling to keep the pace with my cock. I watched her near her climax, then I stopped abruptly. "Stand up". I said, pointing to the table. She slid off my lap and turned to the table, dutifully bending over it. I lifted her gown over her behind, bunching it up at her waist. "Spread your legs" I said, aligning myself to her entrance. I slammed into her in one go with a grunt. She let out a low whine, and her legs buckled. I held her up with her hips, slamming into her again and again like a mad man. She began to whimper. I moved faster, feeling my climax near.
"Please" she moaned. I barely heard her. I slammed into her, finally reaching my peak. I squeezed her hips, filling her to the brim. She sagged in my grip, panting. I withdrew, leaving her there and going to the restroom. I had a meeting to attend, and I was nearly late.
**
I really hated the Chinese. They were way too cunning, and they tried at every point to manipulate everything. The fat Chinese man in front of me wasn't any different. He went through the file I presented to them before my pitch, going throught it with stubby fingers for the three hundredth time. The reed thin Chinese's man whispered to him again in Chinese. He nodded reflectively.
"Your idea is a good one". He finally said, his accent surprisingly clear. "And it is certainly one we would love to work with. However", he turned another page again, "The board will have to discuss and reach a concensus".
I wanted to pull my hair. I could not afford to lose this deal. "There's no doubt that this is a very advantageous deal for your side".
The man smiled, looking at his companion. "So it is not advantageous for you?" He waved off Brandon's response. "We'll keep in touch, Mr Coslin". He lifted his bulk out of the chair. He stretched a hand, and I accepted it in good faith. I shook the hand of his companion as well.
**
Ava stood when I approached. "You have a mail, sir".
The urgency in her voice gave me pause. "What about?"
"It's from Mr Carter Schnapps, sir". She looked down.
Fuck.
**
I sped home, recalling the contents of the mail. If I did not do anything, there'll be disastrous consequences. And I knew what to start with. I sped into my home, running into the house. "Tatiana!" I yelled like a man dying. "Tatiana!" I yelled again.
She ran down the stairs, stumbling at least twice. "Bran?" What's the matter?
I collapsed on a couch, cradling my head in my hand. "Baby, your dad wants to ruin me. He does not understand our love."
"What do you mean? Talk to me baby" she tried to remove my hands.
"Charlotte has gone to him". I removed my hands to stare into her eyes. "He has threatened to destroy Star Trusts in return for divorcing her". I shudder. "I can't lose you baby. And the company. I've worked way too long" I cut myself off. I hoped it was working. It seemed like it was. There was a mix of compassion and fear on her face. "My dad has a horrible temper"
I took her hands. "And that's why we need to stop him. I'm out of options". I dropped her hands and cradled her face. "Please".
Her face hardened. "I have a plan".
I smiled with relief inside. I kissed her quickly. "Thank you love".
CHARLOTTE'S POV
Dad sent a mail to Bran this morning. The mail was filled with threats of all the steps my dad will take to destroy him. If Brandon was wise, he knew they weren't empty. A part of me felt a apprehensive. Brandon would truly be finished if my dad finished with him. My dad refused to listen to Jameson's plan, he was very hellbent on tearing Bran's life apart with his own hands. We had to let him to make his calm.
"Here". Jameson handed me a cup. I drank the contents without checking it. It was water. "Thanks". I hadn't even known I needed it. My phone rang. "Brandon". I said when I checked the screen. Why was he calling me? Jameson moved to collect the phone from me, but I collected it back. "I can take it. Hello?"
"Your sister's gone mad!" He yelled into the phone. I held it away from my ears. "She's at the top of some tower, she's going to throw herself off".
I lept from the chair I was sitting. "What have you done to her?"
"What have I done to her? I love her! What have you done to her?" He yelled.
I had no time for his games. "Where is she? Where are you?"
"I'll share her location" He ended the call. I ran to my dad's study.
"What's going on?" Jameson yelled after me.
"Tati's going to throw herself off a roof" I yelled back.
"What the fuck?"
**
My dad refused to be swayed. "It's a trick. I'm disappointed in you both".
"Dad please. Tati will do anything to get what she wants". He said nothing. "Can I at least call? So she doesn't hurt herself?" I dialed Brandon's number. He picked up as soon as it rang. "I can't believe I got here before you" He yelled.
"Dont fucking yell at me" I snapped. "How can I be sure you aren't lying? Tati isn't mad".
"Oh really? He cut the call again". I groaned in frustration. He called back with a video call. I picked it, going to my dad. I heard Jameson come to my side too.
"There". Brandon's voice said.
And there was my sister's side view, at the top of Star Trusts building, her hands around her middle.