Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(244)

She looks at me for a moment and then shakes her head. "He must have  wanted to get away from me bad enough that he literally killed himself.  Only he didn't."

"Didn't you ever view the body?" I ask.

"I never even attended the funeral," she says, almost with a distracted air.

"The way Daniel put it to me, she wanted him dead so badly that when  someone told her he was, she believed it because she wanted to," a voice  says behind me and I turn around.

It's Mason.

All the last four days of waiting and the last harrowing hour of  emotional ups and downs comes crashing down and all I can do is wrap my  arms around him and bury my face in his chest.

His arms hold me tightly for what seems like forever.

That's fine by me. After everything we've been through I never want him to let me go.

But eventually he does. And he looks at me.

"Your father is at one of my hotels close by to here," Mason says,  looking me in the eyes. "You can go see him whenever you like but he's  asked if you wanted to take it slow, he's okay."

I nod. Instead of rushing over to go see him, it makes sense to discuss the whole thing with Mason first.

"He knew you were alive and had kept tabs on you but he never wanted to  cause you any harm by coming back into your life and upsetting Lorna,"  he says, looking over at her. "Even though she said she never wanted  you, at the time she made sure to make it clear that if he ever left  her, she would keep you."

"She only must have done that to come out on top," I say slowly, as it  dawns on me how incredibly fucked up my life really was. "To hurt him.  The final insult."

Mason nods his head. "That's been her MO throughout her life. Don't just  take, but completely destroy," he says to me. But this time, his eyes  stay on Mom. "Isn't that right, Lorna?"

She looks at Mason with blank and vacant eyes. She's not used to losing so completely.

"I hope you're happy, Mason," she says. "You had to scorch the earth in  order to beat me. I'll be surprised if there is even a Kane Price left  six months from now."

Mason lets go of my shoulders and steps away from me.

"You've been trying to get your grubby little paws on this company ever  since you caused your father's death," he says to her. "And that stops  today."

"And you're the one who will stop me, Mason?" Mom asks, with the hint of  a smile. "You're forgetting why I'm even here in the first place. I  hold more stock in this company than anyone else except for you. There's  nothing you can do about that."

"Stock that immediately loses voting rights and is liquidated in the  event that you attempt to prevail against the interests of the  corporation," Mason says as if he's been holding that one in for a  while. "Or, if you go to jail."

That's when the two uniformed officers arrive.

"In this case, Lorna, both charges go very well against you," Mason  concludes. "And that paper ownership certificate you have in Kane Price  might as well be used for toiled paper in prison, since they don't  provide you with any when you run out."

Mason nods to the detective who nods to the uniformed officers and they approach Mom.

"Lorna Lowell," the larger of the NYPD uniformed officers says as he  takes out a pair of handcuffs. "You're under arrest for attempted  conspiracy to commit fraud, money laundering, gross and egregious  violations of the USA Patriot Act, and for violating multiple instances  of the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act."

"You have the right to remain silent," another officer says as he starts reading her Miranda rights.

As the officer begins to read the woman I know as in various stages as Mom, or Lorna Lowell, I turn back to Mason.

He looks at me.

I can't help it. I don't care if everyone in this room is either  watching us or pretending to wait till the cops are done so they can  surreptitiously watch us.

No. I don't care about any of that anymore.

And neither does Mason.

His mouth comes down lower, toward mine.

I close my eyes as his eyelids droop and before I know it, his lips are  on mine. I feel the pressure of his body against me as he pulls me  closer.

I can feel his cock twitch. That's how guys usually describe that,  right? Well, it's twitching against me, growing larger and larger.

I feel Mason's tongue part my lips and slowly begin to massage my own.

After several long seconds, we break away. We're both panting.

"I only have one wish left," he says, grinning at me as he says so.

Don't roll your eyes, but I know that wish that he has.

I have it too.

I want him to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out.

But I don't say anything. Everything has been resolved to an extent and there is nothing left to say.

So instead, I do.

I take his hand and I press it against my crotch. I position his hand so  his fingers are right over the fabric of my skirt covering my pussy  lips.

"You have a wish, babe, just keep rubbing it right there," I tell him,  giving him a mischievous smile. "If you rub long enough, your wish might  come true."

Mason smiles at my attempts to be a brat.

He wastes no time, grabbing me by the arms.

"Come on," he says to me. "Lets get out of here."

The path is cleared now that the cops have dragged Mom away and Mason leads me out of the conference room as well.

I have no idea where we're going. But I follow.

And I can't help but comment, "Yes, Daddy."





195





Becca





Happiness. Joy. Ecstasy.

I feel all that and then some more as I step inside the limo with Mason,  ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime with the most perfect man  by my side. Remember when I found out that he was to be my stepfather?  When everything seemed so hopeless? Well, it worked out. All of it. Even  though my mother tried hard to crush us, we pulled through. I should be  devastated because of my mother, and in a sense, I am, but you can't  choose family. What you can choose, though, is where to place your love.  And I know exactly where I've placed mine.

I rest my hand on top of Mason's and, looking into his eyes, I realize  that I can't wait for us to get back home. I need him now, and when I  say now, I mean right now. I slide myself over the seat, closing the gap  between us, and place my hand right on his crotch. In two heartbeats, I  feel his cock hardening under my fingers, straining against the fabric  of his pants. Smiling, I curl my fingers around his thick shape and  press hard on it.

"Someone's very eager … " he says, placing one hand on my knee and sliding  it up until it meets the hem of my dress. I shiver softly at his touch,  the sting of desire striking me at point blank.

"You can't imagine how much," I tell him, squeezing his cock more harshly than I probably should. I just can't help myself.

"Lucky for you, baby girl … " he whispers at me, a wicked grin dawning on  his lips, "I'm just like you; I can't wait." With that, he slides his  hand under my dress and only stops when he has his fingers pressed tight  against my pussy. I grow wet in a fraction of a second, my thong  dampening immediately. Biting on my lower lip, I let an expression of  desire take over my face and lean into him, crushing my mouth against  his.

Forcing his tongue past my lips, he pushes it inside of my mouth and  runs it in soft gentle circles around my own. We start slow and  tenderly, but our kiss quickly degenerates into wildness; we start to  kiss as if we are possessed and, really, we are. We are possessed by  lust and love; and above all, we are possessed by happiness.

As we kiss, Mason presses his hand harder against my pussy and, with a  quick flick of his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side. I pant as I  feel his index finger brushing against my pussy lips and, when he  presses it over my clit, I go completely mad and nibble at his bottom  lip, pulling it back with my teeth.

Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and, at the same time, slides  his finger all the way inside of my pussy. I press my legs together,  trapping his hand in place, and he pushes his finger even deeper inside  of me, his fingertip rubbing against my G-spot. As he touches me there,  the gentle flames of pleasure and desire start raging and raging,  turning my mind into a furnace.

"I'm going to fuck you right here," he says, hunger in his voice, "I can't wait. I really can't, baby girl."

"That's what I wanted to hear," I say, my voice quivering as he rubs his  fingertip against my G-spot. Flicking his wrist, he starts to move his  finger in and out of my pussy, always pushing it all the way in until  it's touching that sweet hidden spot in my body.

Anxiety rushing through my veins, I start to stroke him over his pants  and then, not satisfied with it, I unbuckle his belt with trembling  fingers. Tugging on his pants, I force the zipper to go down and, moving  fast, I slide my hand under his boxer briefs and grab his thick mast.  My skin prickles as I feel his warmness, his shaft pulsing against my  fingers, and I start to move my hand up and down at a furious pace.