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Michael.

“This is going to be the last sex between us…” I groaned but Betty let out a moan instead of an answer, it filled my ears as I went in and out of pussy.
Her wetness was all over my cock, it made me want to cum right inside of her. But it was this moment that I threw my eyes open. 
Then it dawned on me that it was all a dream. Everything was just a figment of my thoughts and imagination.
I woke up to reality, two naked bodies were sprawled around my white sheets, the air was filled with whiskey and smoke, and the room was messy, reminding me of the event that had happened last night. The threesome that took place here, the wild sex, and the unlimited pleasure. 

I stretched, yawning really hard, it’s been one heck of a night, I thought.
These two ladies lying beside me were crazy as hell. I’d been specific when I strode into that expensive Whore House, I’d asked for the hottest lady they ever had, five feet three, brunette, and elegant, just like Betty.

“I don’t need no plastic queens, just girls that tickle my fancy,” I’d muttered but in my mind, it was Betty I pictured while I described my ideal woman, an early sign that this was about to be the worst sex ever. 

Yes, they were hot, but none of them could be compared to Betty, they didn’t laugh the way she did or fuck the way she did, they were just, well, regular ladies. 

Seeing them sprawled all over my bed drooling and snoring gave me the ick. 
I checked the huge white wall clock, it was almost 10 am. They should be gone by now. 
Distraction was over, now it was time to face the reality, that Betty could never be replaced and these women were financial Mistakes.

“Fucking waste of time!” I yelled loud enough to make both of them stir.

One of them laughed softly, “You are awake, monsieur." She said with a vigorous French accent that I didn’t notice because I didn’t care.

I didn't reply, instead, I sprang to my feet slipping into my pants hastily. The two girls were still on the bed kissing each other but I wasn’t in the mood. 
“Here, grab the money on the table and leave!” I ordered. 
They exchanged puzzled looks, they were supposed to spend two days with me but I was sick and tired of them already. 

“Thank you!” They gushed in unison, grabbing the cash and wearing their skimpy and tacky dresses, storming out of my room with their laughter fading outside my door.

They had barely been gone for two minutes when I heard a sharp knock at the door. “Who is it?”
“Claire!”
I rolled my eyes, “The door is open!”

She strode in like she had every right to be here, although she looked very hot in the short silky gown she wore, which accentuated her curves and her smile was wide enough to charm any gullible being.
Whatever she was up to, I’d be two steps ahead this time.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey from the wet bar as she crossed the room, her cleavage bouncing with every step she took. I could tell she was doing this on purpose like she was trying to get my attention.
“I see you had visitors… lousy one,” she said standing right behind me, I could smell the scent of her rose fragrance, which spread all over the room.

I honored her. “ How may I help you?”
She grinned folding her hands together, her gaze never leaving mine. 
“Nothing much, I’m here to apologize, for the second time, I had an epiphany and I realized what I did was… terrible, I betrayed your trust and did unimaginable things to you,” she paused swallowing hard, tears gathered in her eyes as she sniffled moving close to me. “Please find it in your heart to forgive me.”

I gulped the golden liquid, as I let it burn my throat then I placed it on the table before turning to face her.
“It’s okay, Claire, we’re over that now!” I said, nonchalantly.

“Thank you,” she avowed, closing the space between us. “I have one more thing to ask of you.”

“Shoot!”
“Can we start over? I promise to do things your way at all times.” She said her face was beaming with smiles and my anger shot through the roof. 
“Please leave, I have nothing else to say to you.”
She nodded, smiling to herself, “ I still wish we could go back like we used to, having quickies and fucking around the room,” she muttered as she leaned close her fingers tracing my jawline. “You know I’m the only one who can handle your cock, its length, its magic… I want you to know that when you’re done fucking around, I’d be right here, waiting.”
“Then you’re going to wait for eternity my dear,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
Her smile faltered and she withdrew, “Heather is awake by the way, she woke up a few minutes ago, demanding poison!” 

Heather! 

I can’t believe she was finally awake, 
“Thanks, Claire,” I said, and she winked at me storming out of my room.

I took the last sip of the drink I was holding and crossed the hall to Heather’s room. Actually, she was staying in the visitors’ room, 
As soon as I threw the door wide open I saw her sitting there, she looked weak, no makeup, her face was red, and one could tell she’d been crying a lot.

She goes quiet as soon as she sees me.
“Hi, Heather,” I chortled, my lips turned up in a smile. “You’re awake, that’s amazing.”
She doesn’t respond, she just grabs a tissue and blows her nose in it.

I pace around the room, “Well I’m glad you’re awake even though you aren’t too happy to see me,” I said. “I’m here to tell you that your belongings are waiting at the foyer, and the guards will see you off to the limousine as soon as you’re ready.”
She still didn't say a word, she just stared in the opposite direction away from my face."If I were you I would leave before my father returns!”
She shoots me an angry glare, “Where is my husband? I need to speak to him.”
“Ex-husband, you mean,” I corrected sitting on the plush couch adjacent to the bed.
“We aren’t divorced yet, I haven’t signed the papers…” 
“Oh, I see, still doesn’t change the fact that he wants you out of his house.”

“Please,” she goes on her knees. “Help me speak to your father, tell him I’ve changed and that he should take me back….”

“Well, that’s up to my father, not me, the man has a mind of his own, he’d only do what benefits him, I thought you knew that by now.”

She swallowed hard, running a hand through her disheveled hair, “You have no choice Michael, or I'd tell him you forced yourself on me the other day in his master bedroom, tell me, how would he even look at you after learning about this news?”
A little chuckle escapes my lips because her words weren’t funny enough to make me burst into loud laughter. “Too late, he already knows.”

“Huh? How?”
I stand staring at her confused self, “Apparently he knows everything.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Okay!”
She scoffs, “ I bet you don’t know that Bolton Enterprise is in huge debt.”
Okay, that got to me, if she was right then this case was deeper than I thought.
The company was my most valuable inheritance; the company my father built with hard work. I couldn't believe he’d let it fall apart.
 Unless this was his plan all along, to drag me into the debts with him.

“You’re Lying. “ I said.
“You can ask your dear Daddy, your inheritance is going bankrupt and soon it will crumble to the sand, and if you don’t help me, I’d make sure every shareholder pulls back their shares. You know I have my ways.” She threatened.

Her eyes were fiery and her voice was laced with venom like she meant every single word she’d said. 
“Do you have proof?” I asked.

“Yes I do,” she said smiling as she grabbed her bag, pulling out a file. Then she handed it to me,

“You are playing a deadly game, threatening my father? That’s too far…” I said accepting the document.
After scanning the documents, I tore them into shreds. She giggled. 

“ I don’t believe a thing this document says,” I growled moving close to the bed, “For all I know it could be fake.”
“Well they are real, and if you don’t act fast, everything you ever knew will go down the drain, even your father doesn’t know how bad this situation is.”
“And, how exactly does blackmailing me solve your marital issues ?”
She rose to her feet and walked right up in front of me grinning hard like she’d been possessed. “You’re going to help me talk him out of the divorce or I want a cut from your inheritance, a protection fee, or…. The Bolton enterprise will fall to the ground!”