Chapter 15
Anthony POV
“What are you doing here Sashane?” I growled.
“What am I doing here? I messaged you that this...bitch, ruined my life and you are here with her, about to fuck? Are you serious Anthony?”
“You need to leave.”
“Oh, come on, where is the fun in that? You know Anthony, it took me a while to... figure out why you're always flying to and from France. I thought it was because Paris is a beautiful place. I remember the first couple times you brought me here, well not this house, but at the hotel. By the way, Anthony what is so special about your ex-fiancée bestie? Why couldn't she stay at the hotel like the rest of us did? You see Anthony you think I am just a stupid secretary you get to fuck now and then, but sorry to say I am much...much smarter than you think. I know who you are. Anthony Rhone, un tour de sang-froid,” she came closer to me, rubbing on my torso.
Her words sent chills up my spine. She knows...she knows who I am, what I do. She knows the secret of Florida's well-known businessman. This is dangerous, not only for me but on her end as well. I... I didn't know Higgins spoke French, 'un tour de sang-froid', or in English, a cold-blooded killer. She caresses my semi-hard dick. I should stop her. I wanted to, but at the same time, I didn't because I couldn't.
“Anthony I am sure you don't want anyone outside this house to know that you're a ma...”
“That's enough Higgins,” I barked. I know what she was doing, and I am not allowing it, she will not drag Megan into it.
“Oh, she doesn't know does she?” she scoffed.
Waddling over to Meg, who stood beside me saying nothing but keenly listening, “Megan Francis doesn't know why she is here, and who her...boss is.”
Sashane scanned Megan's body carefully, “Cute lingerie Francis.”
“But you see, men like Anthony doesn't like inexpensive, lousy, whores like you”, slowing loosening her brown coat as she spoke. “But bad bitches like me, are once in a lifetime, so he will always...comply.”
The coat fell to the floor and beneath it was Higgins dressed in the blue playboy lingerie I got her last Christmas, my manhood started to harden, betraying my heart. I love the lingerie on her, my favorite color, the garter belts, the crotchless underwear, everything about it made me want to thrust into her pussy until she implores me to stop.
“Now Anthony, you'll have to do anything I say, when I say it, for starters I want thirty percent of the company, I want fifty million dollars and I want you...to eat my pussy while your lovely P.A watches, on that table over there.”
I clenched my teeth; I had no other choice but to comply, but Higgins doesn't know she's playing with fire and it's not afraid to burn.
Clearing off the table with her hands, the dinnerware collided on the ground, breaking into large chunks.
Higgins sat on top of the table, I could see her clearly in the dim light, opening her legs wide, revealing her cleaned shaved slit, my heart rate increased, and my breathing got heavy. I can't do this; I can't betray Megan like this, but it was my secret or her heartbreak and sadly I had to choose my secret. Megan still hasn't said a word and I feared to even look her in the eyes.
I walked towards Higgins, slowly kneeling between her legs, clutching on to her knees as support. I am face to face with her pink pearl, not knowing if I should do this, one minute ago I was ready to make love to Megan, something Sashane always begged me for, but here I am about to something I will live to regret.
I looked up into her eyes, on her smirking face.
Licking her bud slowly, “Fuck! Yes! Oh God,” she moans.
“Yes, drink my juices Anthony, drink.”
I kept staring at her, but she kept staring behind me, glancing at Megan.
“Yes...this feels so fucking good baby,” she grinds her hips on my mouth.
I continued to suck on her folds, sticking my tongue in and out of her wetness, flicking my tongue rapidly on her clit.
“You see Megan...” she groans, “He cooked you dinner, but I am his favorite meal.”
My insides twisted with anger by her words.
I heard a running up the staircase, it must be Megan.
Shit.
“Running away so soon, Francis, I wanted you to stay awhile, witnessing me devouring his cock down my throat....”
I stood firm, grabbing a tight hold on Higgins's neck.
“Baby girl, you know who I am yet still you want to play a dangerous game, leave Higgins, this ends now,”, I roared.
“Of course, just like any typical gangster, threatening the threat, well Anthony, there is an email that is scheduled to send to the D. A's office in a week if I was to ever disappear, and if I don't reschedule it every weekend, your little double life is out, so I would think twice before hurting your only chance of not going to prison.”
I stared into her eyes, and she stared back into mine.
“Boss, we got a problem”, I heard Jace shouted behind the door.
“Not now, Jace”
“But it's...”
“Not now Jace!” I screeched.
Letting go of her neck, turning my back, “Leave Paris Higgins, when I get back, I will try to deal with your demands.”
“That's the thing, Rhone, it's already a bargain,” hopping down from the table, covering her body with her coat.
“See you soon my love, and I am sorry about Megan, she isn't even your type,” she pouted rubbing on my biceps.
“Leave my relationship out of this,” I mumbled.
“Relationship? I've never heard you refer to what we have is that.”
I turned to face her, trying my best not to snap her fucking neck. “What we had Higgins...had! Now leave before I lose my cool.”
She placed a light kiss on my lips, and I turned away.
She walked towards the door, opened it, and left “Jace, get in here!”
“Ye...yes, boss,” he trembled in fear.
“Who let Higgins in?”
“I... I don't know sir, must be...”
“Who let Higgins in the fucking house?” I yelled.
“Sir I... I will find out, I promise.”
“Get out of my fucking sight.”
“Yes...yes sir”, he mumbled, “Oh and sir...”
“What?” I hissed.
“Darb...has escaped, sir.”