Chapter 116 Sexy thirst traps

Chapter 116 Sexy thirst traps
Gavriel’s POV
“What is it?” I demanded, trying to keep a level head.
Nolan hadn’t exactly had a normal childhood. His mother had dropped him off like he was a hot potato when he was barely two years old. She had been having an affair with my boss and when I found out, she figured she didn’t have to spare my feelings anymore and filed for a divorce.
She had done everything to avoid gaining custody of our son. An unnecessary move, because there was no way I would leave Nolan with her. She was crazy, controlling, and manipulative. I didn’t want my son to end up like her or even worse.
“Well, we checked with Dr. Peterson first,” The PI spoke, obviously taking his time in delivering whatever awful news he had coming. I tried not to lose my patience. “She says Nolan has been doing fine and he doesn’t need the sessions anymore.”
“That’s what she says every single time,” I grumbled. If she weren’t the best therapist in the psychological world, I’d have written her off as a fraud.
When Victoria came back right years later, right when my company had taken off and my net worth hit the first billion, she had come back for money. Her quick ticket was Nolan. She claimed she had come to fight for Nolan’s custody. But I knew her well enough. She wanted the child support fees that would come with it.
When it seemed like she would be losing the case, the crazy woman had kidnapped Nolan. For three days, I couldn’t find my son. I had to choose between giving the witch her money or Nolan’s life and what sort of father would I be if I held money above my son?
A bastard that’s who.
“So I checked with his college, Nolan had missed a semester.”
“What?” I snapped, clutching the phone tighter. I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself down. “So when he had gone to Massachusetts, he’d bailed on school?”
I had always feared those three days. Nolan wouldn’t speak about what had happened when his mother had him kidnapped. He wouldn’t talk to me. He was almost ten at the time it happened but he’d always been a quiet and good-natured kid, I was afraid he had been traumatized. So I got him to go to therapy. And to ensure that Victoria would never disturb him until he was man enough to cater for himself, I sent him off to a boarding school in the UK.
I had sheltered him from everyone and everything to protect that good nature of his.
“Yeah, he had,” The private investigator replied. “He got an official pardon for it however and would be graduating in about two months.”
“He didn’t tell me that,” I grumbled, searching through my phone for the texts he had sent me. Nothing.
Nolan had kept something so significant from me. I prided myself on being a good father, protecting him from any harm. It made me wonder what else he was keeping away from me.
“Do you know why he missed the semester?” I asked the PI, my voice strained.
“Something about wanting to travel around for a bit before leaving college.”
Fine. If he wanted that, then it was fine. He could have whatever he wanted.
“Is there anything else?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” the PI replied and I could hear him shifting in his chair. “But there is one more thing I found while looking into his activities.”
“Then out with it dammit. I do not pay you to play mind games with me.” I growled.
The dumbass had the mind to chuckle before speaking. “It seems he had been meeting with a woman regularly for about two months or so. They met at a café in town every Tuesday afternoon.”
My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Who was this woman?
“Look into the woman. Check especially for her connection to Victoria.” I could remember her hysterical words from the day before. At first, I thought she had just said to get my attention. But now, I had to get him far away from her.
“Yes sir,” He replied.
“Keep me updated on them both,”
“Noted.”
The call ended and I tossed the phone on my desk, trying to process all that information. I had to make time to attend Nolan’s graduation. I would confirm the specific date and set a reminder for it then.
Skipping a semester, and meeting up with a woman regularly, were usual things college kids did. I just didn’t want to take any chances. The intercom buzzed and Camille’s rather professional voice breached my thoughts.
“Mr Donovan, your nine o’clock appointment is here.”
“Wait five minutes, then let him in,” I responded before taking my seat and whipping a file out of my drawer. My phone pinged with a text from Camille and a deep chuckle slipped from me when I read it.
“Just thought you should know this, they’re nervous as hell. The man’s secretary has asked for the bathroom twice now. But she doesn’t go.”
“She’s his wife, Camille,” I texted back.
“Oh my God? I thought him holding her hand while they stepped out of the elevator was weird but who was I to judge?” She topped it with some weird emoji. I suppose it was the wink one.
Another message from her popped in. “What are you going to do to them? I don’t get why they’re nervous.”
“Harvest their souls,” I typed and a shitty grin found its way to my face when she sent a series of laughing emojis my way.
This was silly. We were at work. I had a meeting and a gazillion things on my mind. And yet I couldn’t stop texting. It felt calming. Reassuring. Everything else could be as ugly as they wanted as long as Camille remained the same.
When the five-minute jig was up, the door opened and the couple walked in. They belonged to a nongovernmental organization that catered to orphans and widows. I had asked for their ledgers for proof that they cared for these people when they wrote to me about funding.
Of course, the money wasn’t the problem. But almost ninety percent of the time, most non-profit organizations do get worried about making profits alone. I wanted to make sure my funds would be directed to children and widows.
Midway through the meeting, I got another text from Camille. She had taken a picture of her with a bored look and my rose between her lips.
“Silly girl,” I texted back, partially listening to the Mr Nathaniel drone on about why they needed funds.
“I can be way more than silly,” she replied, sending me a picture of her skirt riding so high up on her thighs. Smooth creamy skin bared on display.
“I’m in a meeting, Camille,”
“If it weren’t so boring, you wouldn’t be texting,” She taunted. “I can make things interesting, Daddy,”
It was torture keeping a blank face on while a fire in my loins stirred at her words. I couldn’t resist asking.
“How interesting?”
The next picture she sent had her with the first buttons on her shirt gone revealing her fair breasts barely covered in a black bra.
My cock pulsed harder, a tent forming in my pants.
“Naughty girl. I ought to punish you for teasing me like this.”
Camille’s response was slower. Oh but when it came, I wasn’t sure I could keep it in my pants much longer. On my screen was a picture of her, topless, one boob out of her bra with the lovely cherry red nipples buried in her mouth.
The air in the room suddenly felt charged with electricity as I struggled to maintain my composure. I looked up at the door, just beyond was my naughty little minx sucking on her tits. I wanted to watch it. I missed the damned shows she gave me when she stripped.
“We would appreciate your favorable judgment sir,” Mr. Nathaniel’s voice breached my dirty thoughts.
“Best believe that we only intend to use your help to make the world a better place,” His wife chipped in.
I stared down at their ledgers and nodded. “I’ll go through your ledgers and my assistant should contact you when I make my decision.”
“Thank you for your time, Mr Donovan,”
I remained in my seat because I couldn’t possibly get up with a boner but shook hands with them. The minute they stepped out, I buzzed her through the intercom.
“Get in here, kitten”
“Make me,” The silly chit giggled and I growled.
“You have five fucking seconds. A second late and I’ll have no choice but to teach you a lesson, pet.”
“What will you do to me?” She purred. “Spank me?”
I reached for my belt, undoing the buckle. The vixen wanted to get spanked. I was sure she would come late on purpose.
“Why don’t you come find out?”