Chapter 142: Syphilis
Chapter 142: Syphilis
Chapter 142: Syphilis
Lucious
Frank took his time to review all of the documents, keeping a neutral face and when he had finished, I played the recording of the conversation I had with my father the other day. Was it only then? It feels like an eternity has passed since that moment.
“I must say, you have picked my curiosity. What do you intend to do with all of this?” He asked.
“It depends if my father stays in charge of Moreli Industries. All of this goes public tomorrow or the day after.” I replied.
I am not particularly bluffing, I would just have to ask Nelson and Jason for their approval before doing such a thing but if it hurts our father, I am pretty sure Jason will agree. My boy might be harder to convince but I don't need to leak the pictures or go into too many details on his abduction.
“You will never find a newspaper willing to publish this.” He dismisses.
“This is all circumstantial.”
“You would be surprised but I wasn't intending on going to the newspapers with all that. The internet is such a wonderful place and there are a lot of websites who would love to post that kind of news. I am sure it would quickly go viral, not even talking about the part where he beats his son's and how many designers do you think are going to leave you when they discover how much of a homophobic douchebag he is? Or how it is going to affect the stock price?”
“What is your interest in having your father removed from his position?” He asked.
“Most of his wealth and his influence come from it.” I replied honestly.
“Without it, I am hoping he can be put in jail where he belongs.”
“And you want to ask me to help you with a vote to overthrow him?”
“Yes, I have all the votes I need if you and the directors that follow you help.
He taught about it for the longest time, his hands intertwined below his chin, his legs crossed at the ankles. I hope he will accept help, but this is only plan A and I have no problem beginning the war I threatened him with and see the consequences. With my proposition, Moreli Industries won't suffer, only its CEO and in plan B, I fully intend to drive it into the ground.
“I will help you,” he finally said.
“On one condition.” He added. Now what would that be? I must say I am curious.
“I am listening,” I muttered.
“Your father's method might be a bit too extreme but his intention is laudable. It is true we will soon both retire and I would know the company is in good hands when we do. Now my children are useless, but you and Jason? Especially you.”
“What are you implying?”
“I will vote to remove your father from his position but only if you accept to replace him as a CEO.” He said, leaving me at a loss for words.
“I know you are thinking that I can't be serious but I assure you that I am, very much so. Creating your company from the start and running it until today was a very nice exercise but you are now ready to play in another league. Just sell it and join Moreli Industries, I will be there to teach you the ropes at the beginning and in six months, I am sure you will be able to run it properly unlike your father.” He continues.
“I have nothing against having an openly gay CEO, it will be more of an advantage as you rightly put it earlier. Contrary to him, I am not asking you to give up your love interest. I couldn't care less if I am perfectly honest as long as the business strives. Think about it and contact me when you have an answer.” He concluded, standing up.
“But this is the only way you will get my help. It was a pleasure talking with you.”
And just like that, he walked out of my office while I was still trying to make my mouth properly function again.
Nelson Pov
I feel like shit right now and for once, the guilt I feel has nothing to do with what happened during my captivity a few days ago. Yes, there is still a bit of that but mostly, I feel disgusted with myself because I just downed a whole bottle of wine in less than an hour. My master is going to be pissed and rightfully so. Why did I have to do this? I began to retrace what had happened since yesterday in my head to try to find a valid reason.
Once we returned back home, the afternoon was perfect and it was more than welcome after having to go through my whole captivity with Jacob. Contrary to the bad guy, summiting to my master felt so right and I realized it was a bit ridiculous to think that what I felt the last night with my captor was pleasure. My rightful master showed me the real meaning of this word and when he started to use my mouth, I felt huge waves of contentment but couldn't even compare to when the bad guy forced himself on me. Then he deep-throated me like he had never done before and I loved every second of it. I took the physical discomfort as a rightful punishment for what I did with my captor, I know my master said I wasn't to be disciplined for it but it still felt good in my head and it felt like I was getting rid of his filth each time I retched. Afterwards, I didn't even have a moment of hesitation or discomfort when he tied me up, almost in exactly the same position the bad guy had whipped me. I just trusted him so completely that my body stayed relaxed, waiting to be used as he wanted. When he pounded into me, rubbing my prostrate and letting me cum twice, I understood clearly that what I felt with the captor was just a shadow of contentment.
He had some kind of business meeting just after, so I enjoyed a long relaxed bath before dressing up and cooking dinner. I imagine that me getting abducted and the fact he spent the whole day in the hospital must not have helped with his work. He was doing crazy hours just before my kidnapping and I am sure he must have a lot to catch up on. I don't know if the meeting went well or bad, but it certainly left him in a wired state. I had to get him in his office when dinner was ready and call him a few times before he snapped out of his stupors. When he finally did, he said to me that he needed to get his mind off things which led to more cuddling and rough sex in our room after dinner.
So yesterday was more than okay, this morning was nice too. Callan kept me company and his usual crazy self made me think of everything except my nagging feeling of culpability. He accompanied me to my appointment with Gideon's mother and I think that is when shít started to hit the fan. Don't get me wrong, I still think my therapist is great but talking about what happened to me in depth for an hour was a bit moving. She didn't say I was crazy to hear a voice during my abduction, just said it was a way my mind found to protect myself and she reassured me when I asked if I had developed a different personality, telling me that as long as I didn't wake up at some point not remembering what I was doing in the period of time before, it was very unlikely it was the case. She encouraged me to tell my master about the whole voice thing, a subject I carefully haven't mentioned until now. Then we discussed various strategies to deal with my guilt which made me leave the appointment with a nagging feeling of self-disgust. Faya was waiting for me in front of the building, I am not sure my overprotective master will let me out of the apartment alone ever again and I don't blame him. To my uttermost surprise, it wasn't to drive me home though.
“You have a follow-up appointment, Mr. Rockwell.” He simply told me. I didn't want to think about what could require my presence at the hospital, probably a new invasive examination so I just focused on the road numbly.
“I have got some good news and bad news.” The doctor said, making me tense.
“We did a blood test on your abductor and the good news is that he tested HIV negative, so there is a good chance you were not infected. The bad news is that another sexually transmitted disease came in his results, syphilis.”
I froze on the spot, instantly building my inner walls.