Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(222)

Something like this would increase their revenues and profits maybe by about a thousand times, I think.

Just to put that into perspective, if you have a one billion dollar  investment in this company, imagine multiplying that by a thousand.

That's right. If Mom is right, this investment could net Kane Price a cool one trillion dollars.

It's just incomprehensible this amount of money.

No wonder so many people in the Firm are making such a big deal about it.

But if something were to go wrong …

I'm shuddering at the implications at a one billion dollar bet that goes south.

Mason would get most of the blame. They'd probably have to eliminate  several departments and have years of belt tightening. No salary  increases. No bonuses. Cutbacks on benefits.

Investors would jump out of a lot of the Kane Price products. They'd  think that the Firm was just poorly run, which means that the fund  managers would have to sell positions and maybe even take losses. Which  would be a death spiral as more and more people pull their money out.

You know what's ironic?

If Mason does this investment and takes Mom's advice, and it goes bad,  then basically people are going to say that he doesn't have the right  judgment to lead the Firm and they're going to try and expel him.

But if he doesn't do this investment, they're going to say the same thing.

I know what you're thinking, hun. You're not saying it, but I know you're wondering about it.

Why am I still around him, right?

I mean, even if you didn't think it, it probably crossed your mind at some point or another.

I mean, I'm smart. People tell me I'm pretty, but it's hard to tell some mornings, you know?         

     



 

I'm funny, I hope.

What I'm trying to say is I could be a catch, I think.

I could make a guy happy.

So why am I hanging around a guy that's 16 years older than me, and  technically married to my Mom? Why am I putting myself in the middle of a  corporate boardroom fight that's involving billions of dollars and a  global financial services giant? Why am I standing so close to a man  that loves to play with fire?

It can't just be his cock, can it? It can't be the way he fucks me.

I mean, sure I like sex. I'm no virgin. I had a pretty active sex life in college. I had one even before I met Mason.

I don't apologize for that. If you're shaking your head or whatever, I mean, you can put the book down I guess.

Sex is supposed to be fun and supposed to be enjoyable. It's not  supposed to be something you feel ashamed about. Or judged about. Or  embarrassed about.

Sorry, hun, I'm not getting preachy or anything.

I guess I'm trying to tell myself it's okay that I'm technically fucking my stepdad.

There. I said it.

I might have said it before, but I'm saying it again.

I'm having sex with my stepdad. Hot, dirty, mind-altering,  life-changing, dirty, filthy, nasty fucking with my stepdad. My  stepfather. While he's married on paper to my mother.

God, I am so turned on right now.

I mean, it's hard not to let the situation turn you on.

Especially when the only thing competing for my attention are these dry  facts and figures on a spreadsheet about Red Lion Aviation.

I pulled their mandatory required employee filings that they had to file  with the Securities and Exchange Commission in order to be listed on  the New York Stock Exchange.

I don't know why, okay?

I guess I'm just looking for something.

Anything.

But wow, it's so hard to focus when my brain's attention is split  between Red Lion Aviation employee records and thinking about Mason's  12-inch, veiny, thick cock.

I mean, that thing is massive. I can't believe how good it feels when it  gets hard in my hand and I'm serious when I tell you that when I see it  I have this urge that's almost uncontrollable to put it in my mouth.

Like the warmth of the tip as I wrap my lips around it and feel it on  the corners of my mouth is just amazing. And when he puts it inside of  me...yeah, I'm pretty wet right now.

I glance at the clock on my computer. It's actually pretty late and a lot of the office has gone home for the night.

It might not be that dangerous to just pop into the restroom, go into a stall, and work this tension out.

Have a quick orgasm, calm down, focus on this and get it done. So then I  can head home and maybe even call Mason to come over and fuck me for  real.

I think that might be a good...

Wait.

Do you see that?

Right, you can't see my screen from where you are.

But, I think I just discovered something that might be the key. I look  at my computer really quickly and then take a screenshot from the  keyboard and mail the picture to my work email.

Five seconds later my tablet chimes, telling me that I have a new email.

Taking the tablet, I get up and start walking.

I get to the elevator and head to the 5th floor where Mason's office is.

Yeah, I work on the 18th floor. The executives all sit on the lower floors.

Oh right, that's something that doesn't make sense right? Let me explain  it to you. It takes a bit to walk from the elevators as the doors open  to get to Mason's office anyways.

See, it's really pretty simple. Back in the day, the more senior you  were, the higher up in the building you sat. Better views. Less  accessible to the common workers. All that old guard Wall Street stuff.

Then 9/11 happened. And all of a sudden you had executives making $150  million a year who were jumping from the 102nd floor while you had the  lowly interns and mailroom clerks running to safety from the ground  floor.

So Wall Street changed. Today, the closer you are to the ground is the  higher up in the food chain you are. So you have the Board of Directors  who have their offices on the 5th through 10th floors.

And then you have the Finance and Human Resources people sitting on the 60th floor, admiring the views.

Because Wall Street views them as more expendable than the executives.

It sucks, huh? Everything about this industry is based on how much value you have.

I mean, look at Mason's office.

He's got a bathroom and a shower in here I notice as I walk in. I make  sure to close the door behind me. This conversation is not for public  consumption.

He looks up at me.

"The door was open," I say, all of a sudden a bit nervous. Just because  we have sex in private doesn't mean I should parade myself around in  public like this. What if he was in a meeting?

But he seems genuinely interested to see me.

"What's up?" he says, leaning back in his leather chair.

I take a moment to look at the man.

Tall, fit, strong, muscular. Everything I could ever want.

Is it possible to fall in love with your stepdad?

He's at a solid oak desk, the kind where the front of the desk has a  board going across the back so you can't actually see his feet or the  space underneath the desk.

God, I must still be so horny from before because a part of me wants to  forget about what's on the tablet and just crawl under and....

"Becca?" Mason asks, and I can see he's trying to be patient. But he's  also had a long day. He's working. He's trying to stay one step ahead of  his wife-my mother.

I walk over and hand him the tablet.

"This is a screenshot of people engaged by Red Lion Aviation in the last  year," I tell him. "Look at the fifth name from the bottom."

He looks at the tablet and freezes.

Oh right. I forgot to tell you the name.

I'll tell you later, okay?

Because right now Mason's looking at me, and asking, "Where did you get this?"

I shrug. "Standard SEC filings," I tell him. "It's open to the public. You just gotta know where to look."

Mason shakes his head.

"I have four fucking VPs trying to find something...anything, and  they've come up short," he says with disgust. "And you weren't even  assigned to this."

"You just gotta know where to look," I say, trying not to blush at his offhanded compliment. "I have an ulterior motive."

"What's that?" Mason asks me with the beginnings of a smile.

I smile as I walk over.

"I want to see Daddy happy," I say with a mischievous smile of my own.

"Well, listen, Becca," Mason says to me. "Talk to my admin if you need  to, but can you please keep digging on this path? Go explore this angle.  I need someone that Lorna isn't going to keep tabs on and you're  perfect."

He's asking me to work in secret.

For him. Against my own mother.

My vile, ruthless, lying, mother.

Yeah, I know, right? Tough choice.

"I only have one price," I say to him, my mind wandering back to earlier.

He sees the twinkle in my eyes.

"What's that?" he asks.

I take the last few steps toward him and sink to my knees.

Without another word, I push his chair out a little bit and position myself underneath the desk.

Wow, am I glad I had the foresight to close the door behind me.





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She goes down to her knees and I lean back against my chair, allowing  her to kneel under my desk. Placing her hands on my knees, she runs them  up to my crotch, never taking her eyes off of mine.

"This is my price, Daddy dearest," she whispers, a lewd smile adorning  her lips. Fuck, this is the kind of price I'm more than willing to pay.  My heart starts to race, pumping blood to my cock and hardening it. It  doesn't take long for all of my length to strain against the fabric of  my pants, its thick shape bulging and aching to feel the touch of her  fingers.