Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(235)

My manager is going to freak the fuck out, that's for sure. A lowly  21-year old intern is copying the billionaire CEO on her resignation  letter.

"Dear Jonathan,

It is with great regret that I must tender my resignation from Kane  Price effective immediately due to personal circumstances. I apologize  for the lack of notice as well as the cryptic nature of my message.

Sincerely,

Rebecca Lowell"

As long as I resign first, then Mother can't come out and get Mason to  fire me. Which means that at least I have a chance to restart my career  on Wall Street.

Although, who am I kidding? If Mason is really sticking his cock inside  Lorna and doing her bidding, I don't know if any place in the world will  be safe for me.

A part of me is ready to cry. But the greater part of me is still in shock.

I idly wonder for a moment how Mason could be so evil. Something doesn't quite add up.

I mean, he held me in his arms. I remember looking into his eyes.

They were full of care. He was always concerned about me.

I don't understand. Was he lying the whole time? Was it just a game to him?

Or does he really care about me and maybe he really was starting to fall  in love with me but he was willing to sell the whole thing just to make  sure that Lorna wasn't going to take his company away from him.

In which case, he's chosen what is most important to him.

And I need to do what is most important to me.

Sorry, this isn't much of the romance story that you thought, is it, hun?

I mean, again, I'm pretty sure there's no HEA with him and me, here. Ever.

I look around. I thought all the knick knacks I had on my desk were  important. Pictures with my mother. A giant finger from Yankee Stadium  that Mason had got for me when we went to go watch the Yankees. A stress  ball. Some inspirational pictures. Some gifts from co-workers.

No, none of it matters anymore.

What I need to do more than anything else is to get home.

I leave my computer on and walk to the door that will take me to the elevator banks. Outside the rain continues.

But I no longer care about rain or getting wet.

I mean, what's a few ruined clothes to a person who's dealing with a ruined heart, you know?

Oh well.





188





Mason





Fucking Christ.

If you're still with me and you don't hate me after what just happened, then you're a fucking saint.

Because right about now, I feel like the lowest piece of shit around.

I deserve to be with this fucking woman next to me. With this harpy from hell.

"Ready, dear?" Lorna says to me, getting up from the table.

She doesn't even look backward; she's walking toward the door. Her ass  is swaying and I even catch a few of the men seated around the  restaurant stare at it as she walks by them, but I swear to fucking God  it does nothing for me.

Once Becca stormed off, I had the chance to be the man that could look at himself in the fucking mirror.

I could have gone after her and taken her in my arms and told her that  she never needed to worry about me. That if she wanted to I'd drop  everything.

But I didn't.

Because big bad Mason Kane is a fucking coward.

You heard that right.

The King of Wall Street is a lowly piece of fucking pond scum that can't  even reassure the woman he loves. And yeah, I fucking love her. I  realize that now.

But to save my company, to save everything I built, I'm following the woman I hate outside the Four Seasons.

The rain is coming down by now pretty hard and we wait underneath the awning as Lorna's limo arrives.

"Let's go to my place, dear," Lorna says with a lascivious smile. "Becca's moved out so we can really break the place in."

I don't say anything at all because I'm afraid if I start talking I'm going to say something I fucking regret.

Instead I get into the limo after Lorna and sit down, my mood darkened.

Remarkably, Lorna does not jump me the moment the door to the limo  closes. No. I know, it's a fucking surprise to me too, and honestly, a  good one. Maybe the only good surprise in an otherwise fucked up  situation.

I mean, I know where we're headed. I know what she expects of me. She's  been very upfront with her desire. I just haven't thought about it.

Instead of jumping on me, Lorna sits across from me. She crosses and  uncrosses her legs, wantonly hiking up her skirt to give me a better  view of her inner thighs.

On Becca, I would be hard in an instant. Hell, the car would be rocking back and forth by now.

Instead, all I can think about is the look of abject hurt on Becca's  face when I told her that I couldn't leave. That I had to stay for  dinner. That I would probably be going home with Lorna.

All I can think about is Becca's body as it trembled as she realized  that I was going to place the survival of my company over her feelings.

Listen, I hate it when you look at me like that, alright, Gorgeous?

This is Wall Street. This is business. You don't have time for feelings.

I have a fucking fiduciary duty to my shareholders. To the people who  rely on me to keep the company running. There are people with retirement  accounts, both investors and fucking employees. Their families.

The car stops outside Lorna's townhouse and the driver opens the door.

She gets out first.

That's her shaking her ass at me as she exits the limo.

Fuck. I need to think about the college tuition that people who work with me are saving for. The 529 Savings plans.

We walk into the main entrance and Lorna wastes no time.

She turns around and pushes me toward the entrance to the living room. I  let her push me back until I'm back on the sofa on my back.

Same as the last time I was here.

Fuck.

Think of the fucking people that rely on me for their paycheck. Their livelihoods. Their families. Their kids.

"And now, Mr. Kane, I'm going to enjoy making you mine," Lorna says with an evil smile as she unzips her dress.

I lay back and watch the dress fall to the floor. She's wearing a lace black bra and a tiny thong.

Her breasts are big. Her stomach is flat. Her thighs are slender.

Fuck, she even has a thigh gap.

But she can't hold a fucking candle to her beautiful daughter.

Lorna slowly puts her hands to her back and unclasps her bra. She shakes  her shoulders and the straps fall off and she lets the garment fall to  the floor.

"Like what you see?" she asks me, hardly paying attention, but rather  looking down at her melons as she caresses her body. Her hands go down  to her waist and she hooks her fingers under the waistband of her thong  and pushes it down.         

     



 

She kicks her thong in my direction and it lands on my chest.

She's shaved. Completely.

Understand this. If I had never fucking met Becca, I'd probably man the fuck up and I'd tell my cock to get hard and fuck her.

"I guarantee you, I'll be a lot better lay than my daughter," she purrs.

What the fuck? My eyes flash toward her in shock.

"Oh, yes, I know," she gives me a lascivious smile. "Well at least I  suspected there was something there, but I didn't know till just now."

Fucking Christ.

"I think it's sort of kinky," she says, stepping towards me and running  her fingers over my pants. "First you had the daughter. Now you'll have  the mother. And I know you'll choose me."

Lorna puts her knee in between my legs and gently brings it up. I feel  her press against my cock and I can tell that it's twitching  involuntarily.

But just hearing her words I realize what I'm doing. What I'm allowing to happen to me.

You know what, Gorgeous?

Fuck it.

I don't care if I lose fucking Kane Price.

I don't care if I never work on Wall Street again.

I'm not going to give up the one good thing in my life for a company.  I'm not going to sacrifice my happiness to make more money.

Lorna brings her mouth toward me. "I know you're going to enjoy me," she  purrs. "And if you even want I can do a press conference and tell the  world I know for a fact you're not impotent and gay. Describe how good  you fucked me. I bet Becca will cry for days."

Fuck off, bitch.

"Did you say something?" she asks me. She must have heard me mumbling.

Apparently I didn't speak loudly.

"I said to fuck off," I say, looking at her. "And then I called you a bitch."

Lorna looks at me for a moment.

I don't know where that hand of hers comes from but it's at an awkward angle and trying to slap me.

I grab it by the wrist and hold it up. She yelps as I lift my body up.

Lorna tries to latch on, but I throw her.

Not hard, mind you, Gorgeous.

I'm a hard fucking man and I've left my enemies in the dust, but I would never touch a fucking woman.

No, I throw her against the sofa where she crouches as she looks at me.

I take one last look at her.

"I think our deal is fucking off," I tell her simply.

I'm not mad.

I'm just removing her from my goddamn life.

"If our deal is off, then your company is mine," Lorna shrieks. I pause  and turn to look at her. She has no fucking clue. "I won't stop until  Becca ends up just like her father!"

Becca told me all about her Dad and Lorna.

You know how I told you I never hit women?

Well, Gorgeous...just this once I am so fucking tempted.

But it won't do anything.

I'm strong enough to leave.

My mind is a jumble as I hail a cab that takes me downtown.

"Where do you want me to take you exactly, man?" the cabbie asks me and I jump.