Chapter 92: Investigation...?

Chapter 92: Investigation...?
Ellasandra's POV
I wrapped my legs around his waist. My pussy was still twitching while his cock was throbbing for one final time before screaming out wildly. That climax hit me wildly. Rafael thrust his dick into me, slowly but deeply. We both just cum, but what the movement is doing makes the pleasure last longer. His dick twitched and his balls contracted after he shot his hot seed deep into my cunt.
He held me in his arms, tight but full of warmth. I look around and realize what had just happened. "Oh my gosh. Love, your men are just meters away from us! How could we?" I whispered.
He made sure I wouldn't bump my head, and he moved around and changed our position. He's now sitting in the car while I'm on his lap. His shaft was still inside of me. "Love, will this affect the relationship I was trying to build with your family? Ashley was trying to tear us apart. Again," he asserts.
I shake my head and lean on his chest. "No. I'm sure my family will hate you as you address the issue right away. They will notice your sincerity, love." He kissed my head and held me still. We stay silent for a couple of minutes.
"One more round," he says. I was ready to say NO, but his manhood pulsed deep inside of me. "Wait, not in the car again!" I exclaimed.
"Not a chance. I want another round again, and you can't stop me," he whispers huskily. He's in beast mode again!
My husband freaking lied to me. Just one more round? Damn him! My secretary approaches me. She was staring at me weirdly. "Are you okay, boss?" she asks.
I know Melody was trying to tease me. "Don't ask. All I want is to sit on my massage chair upstairs and rest. Can you grab me a milkshake and burger with fries? I'm hungry."
"No problem, boss," Melody says.
She left me in the lobby. I entered the elevator and leaned over. I grab my phone and call my dad. I know he's still working online in the mansion. "My daughter," he answers. "Dad, can I ask for a favor?" I mumbled.
"What is it? A news blackout of throwing a bitch in the Pacific Ocean?" he asks.
I chuckled. My father's humor always gets to me. He can still throw such a joke even if I'm being serious. "It's about blocking some business deals for the Jacobs family. Also, if you can get someone to... make them bankrupt, I'll appreciate it," I stated. I heard his long sigh.
"Are you getting impatient?" Dad asks. The door opens. I walked out, and the employees stood up and bowed their heads. I raised my palm and signed for them to go back to work. "Kind of. I know it's his idea," I stated. I can sense that my employees were staring at me weirdly. I'm sure they knew the accusation that Ashley posted as well as the press conference that Rafael made. "This is not you. You're not impatient, sweetie. Your mom trained you to outsmart anyone while teaching them a lesson, right?"
"Can I use our resources then? The secret I built in this country three years ago was already stable, but if I use our family's power and connection, I might..." I paused. I close the door and take my seat. "I'm currently processing the turnover of the chairmanship position to you. If you want to use our resources, you're free, sweetie," Dad says.
I look at my phone. "You're planning to retire, Dad? But you're still young." I heard his laughter.
"I'm already 60 years old. I only have a few years to live. I would be lucky if I lived for two more decades. Besides, I want to spend time with your mom. Let's say I'm planning to travel abroad with her," Dad explains. I smiled. I can understand what he means.
"Okay, Dad. I understand. I'll talk to you later. Thank you. Bye-bye," I mumbled. He drops the call. I opened my personal laptop and started searching public information about the Jacobs family.
Melody comes back after thirty minutes and places the food on my desk. "Here's your craving, boss," she says.
"Thanks. By the way, can you investigate Mrs. Jacobs for me? I think there are interesting things about her," I utter.
Her brow arches. She walks around my desk and checks my laptop. "I think so," she says, grinning naughtily.
"How about the patriarchal? I'm sure he's also living a double one," she suggests. I snapped my fingers. "Might as well. Anyway, I know Chris has communication with you. How is he?" I ask. She leans on my desk.
"Well, he's staying in the hotel that Sir Rafael made for you. He's in a penthouse suite. As of this moment, he's just there, sulking. We know him. He's always that weird one," she says.
Melody and Chris are like oil and water. They hate each other's guts and usually trick each other. My student life would be boring if these two were not around. "Can you check him for me? Don't tell him that I'm worried. I don't want him to romanticize the friendship love that I can only give for him," I mumbled.
She sighed and lightly nodded. She looks at the screen again. "Well, she lives the life of a sweet momma." Her tone was clearly teasing. "Go back to your table and do as I say," I mutter.
"Yes, boss!" She salutes before leaving. I chuckled while shaking my head. I shifted my attention to Mr. Jacobs, Matthew's dad. I watch some videos that I can see online.
As time goes by... "My... my... interesting," I mumbled.
I opened another tab and started searching about that man. I was sipping the milkshake and eating fries when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered without looking at the name of the caller. "I'm downstairs, at the lobby of your company building. Your men are stopping me from entering," he says.
I look at the screen. The number is familiar. It's Matthews. "Of course they'll stop a menace. My employees are loyal to me. What do you want? You should be coaxing your pregnant woman," I stated. "I said come down! You need to know an important matter."