Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(232)

I could tell the words going through his brain.

But how is the Bad Boy of Wall Street supposed to tell a girl that he loves her?

Instead, he did the next best thing.

"I will do anything for you, Becca Lowell," he said. "I promise."

Not as good as I love you, I know, but still, enough to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.



Five.

That's how many hours ago I got back from the Duane Reade and  desperately pulled out the pregnancy test kit and went to the bathroom  and peed onto it.

I mean, the results the first time made me do it again.

And from then till now, I'm starting to wrestle with a nagging question in my head.

How am I going to tell Mason that in the middle of fighting for his  company, being stuck in a forced marriage to a woman who is evil enough  to pretend for 21 years that she was my mother, and being skewered in  the media, am I going to tell him that I've just found out I'm pregnant.

I mean, this should be a happy time for us.

I'm not so sure that I'll do anything more than add yet another burden to him.

If dating me doesn't do it, will this baby inside of me be the straw that finally breaks the camel's back?





184





Mason





"Mason, are you even comprehending what kind of shit storm you're  looking at?" Roy Purpus asks me as I stare out the window. "We're  talking about throwing everything you've worked for into the garbage can  because of your ego."

This isn't the kind of fucking language that you normally hear in Board  Meetings. But then again, this isn't the kind of thing you see in  companies.

What's going on isn't actually even supposed to be fucking happening.

I was just minding my own fucking business, when I got an email from Roy if he could pop in with some members of the Board.

So minding my own business apparently means anything that can  potentially go wrong with the company. So I said yes, cleared my  schedule, and sat back as almost every member of my fucking Board walked  in.

"We need to talk," Roy said pretty bluntly and immediately I knew what he was here for.

"Have a seat, gentlemen," I told them as I got up to walk to the set of couches on the far corner of my office.

"We didn't want to come to you like this Mason," another Board member,  Peter Cheil, said to me. "But Roy here got us together and raised some  good points about the Red Lion Aviation deal."

That's when I walked up and went to go stare out the fucking window.

You can't blame me, because if I had been right there I would have hit something.

That's basically where you came in. You're all caught up now.

But what I didn't tell you that I think is that I've been fucking set up.

"We can't pass on a trillion dollars, Mason," Roy says to me, raising  his voice when he sees that I'm quiet. "We'll be the laughingstock of  Wall Street."

Okay, let me just take a moment to talk to you real quick and explain something to you.

I bet a part of you is probably hoping you could ask me if this Red Lion  deal is really so fucking lucrative and it's already been reported on  in the newspaper and all that shit then why the fuck has no other firm  on Wall Street gone in and snapped it up.

That's a very good question and a part of me wishes that the people in  the fucking book would take a moment to pause half way through and  answer any and all questions for readers. Because it would certainly  make your experience a more enjoyable one.

Let you focus on getting wet and imagining my 12-inch cock between your  legs instead of thinking about the complicated nature of investment  banking.

Let me put it really simply to you. Lorna proposed a deal to me. And  that deal was put together potentially with Red Lion and whatever other  players are out there. In putting the basics together, we've already  signed a fuck ton of paperwork. I'm talking fucking Non-Disclosure  Agreements, Memoranda of Understanding, Clauses for binding arbitration.

So Red Lion knows that if they breach any of that shit, the penalties  are tremendous. We know that if we breach any of the shit that we agreed  to before we started talking to them, the penalties are tremendous.

So it's like both sides sat down to talk about a potential alliance. But  before they sat down, they used a third-party negotiator to make sure  that everyone was clear how many guns each side was going to carry,  where they were going to sit, and what was going to be served for  dinner. With the expectation that if one side brought more fucking guns  or tried to sit somewhere else, the other side and the third party  mediator would both blow them out of the fucking sky.

So until Kane Price formally declines the offer and releases Red Lion  Aviation from any sort of clauses that we had, no other Firm can come in  and sweep us up.

There are two ways to do this. The first is to formally let the company  we're looking to invest in know that we are not going to at this time.

The other alternative is to let the contract lapse without renewing it.

Nine times out of ten, the best way is to just let the contract lapse.

That's what's got Lorna fucking spooked.

"We're running out of time, Mason," Roy says to me from his seat. "And  people may start to question your leadership if you let this one slip  away from our fingers."         

     



 

That's when I fucking realize that Roy Purpus has probably been fucking Lorna.

I turn around and look at him.

Yeah, he's most likely the guy who she's using to round up allies for  her cause. She probably bent over, shook her ass for him and grinded  herself on his fucking cock before sucking it down and riding it.

I can definitely see that. Roy used to be a happily married man before Lorna joined the Board.

Now there are rumors that he was cheating on his wife with another woman  and the affair started right around when Lorna joined. He's had wild  fluctuations with his weight and has looked fucking strung out at times.  I've seen the signs. That's what happens when you fucking party too  fucking hard. Sniffing too much of the fucking blow at the fucking club.

Yeah, Roy's life has definitely gotten worse in the time that Lorna has  been here. I think his wife has even left him recently, taking their  daughter with her.

"You think my Board is going to try to oust me from the company that I  fucking built?" I ask, hostility tinting my voice as I take a step  toward the sofa that Roy is sitting on.

But Roy's a weak fucking man now. When I first met him, he was a strong  and savvy marketing executive. He now withers under my stare.

"We're not talking about ousting you, Mason," he says defensively.

I know the rock and hard place that Roy is fucking trapped in. Lorna  probably set him up to do this. Probably fucking sucked his cock in  exchange. But poor Roy, he probably didn't know the best way so he  started putting together a group of Board Members to back him up.

But now they're fucking quiet, staring at the both of us and letting Roy  do all the talking. And Roy isn't used to being able to defend himself  from my words.

"That's exactly what you're fucking talking about, Roy," I say, pressing  my advantage. "You walked into my office and told me that if I don't  gamble with the future of my company, you're going to fucking take it  away."

Now either Lorna fucked a bunch of other Board Members when she joined  or Roy has done a fucking wonderful job recruiting people because he  holds his head lower. But it doesn't matter because another Board  Member, Harry Trent, stands up.

"That's not what Roy is saying at all, Mason, and you know it," he says  to me. He's standing and looking at my side and I turn my body toward  him as he continues. "Like it or not, when you went public you agreed  and signed paperwork with the SEC that you would look out for the  shareholders. And you'd listen to our advice when doing it."

"That's not what this is fucking about," I snarl.

"It absolutely is, Mason," Roy says, standing up. "And if you do  something that we believe is against the best interests of the company  based on your ego, we'll fight you on it."

Is that a fucking threat?

"And that is a threat, Mason," Roy says, reading my thoughts. "We'll go  to the news outlets, the stock exchange, and wherever it was that we  went and did the work so you didn't have to. And once we're there we  will contradict the shit out of you. This company will be paralyzed and  eventually destroyed when it could've been profitable for all of us.

Roy is looking at me with a glint of jealousy in his eyes, and I realize that the odds are stacked against me.

"How many of you here share Roy's opinion?" I ask.

Literally every hand in the room goes up. Some forcefully. Some in an irritated fashion.

But at the end of the day, they're fucking taking sides against me.

Lorna's been fucking busy, that's for sure. Whatever she had been planning, she's had it ready and in motion.

And right now, I'm staring down a fucking potential coup.

I'll be at her fucking mercy.

Maybe it's time I start playing fire with the fire in the same fucking fashion until I can take them once and for all.

But that'll mean I just have to get down and dirty with the rest of them.