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for the five years before that. His former mistresses were well satisfied as was his wife; he rewarded their loyalty with a home, cars, and plenty of money to live the rest of their lives comfortably. They understood that when another woman came that caught his discriminating eye, he would set them up and move on.
Theresa was becoming greedy. No longer willing to stay in the shadows, she was hinting at wanting to escort him to functions instead of his wife. Michael had worked too hard to establish his business interests as legitimate to have a pussy fuck them up. But for now, she was still compliant and her hands on his swollen dick at the moment did distract him.
He unzipped his pants allowing her to slide between his legs and suck him off. Sliding his hands down the front of her low cut dress, he grasped her breasts firmly, pinching her nipples. He came hard, spilling into her mouth just before his private phone rang. Glancing at the name he zipped his pants up quickly and picked up the phone.
“Mr. Gibbons? Just wanted you to know that she was here.”
“Are we going to have a problem with her? You know what I want.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll take care of her.”
“Well for God’s sake, don’t fuck it up. I don’t want my name in it and I don’t want any publicity.”
Wanting to continue the conversation in private, he jerked his head toward the door, indicating to Theresa that she should leave. Pissed at being dismissed before she was able to be taken care of, she stood and gave a stiff smile. She walked over to the door leading to a small hall and private elevator. Unbeknownst to him, she did not leave immediately but instead pressed her ear to the door, trying to overhear the conversation.
“Okay, we can continue,” he added. “My private investigators tell me that this one building in the two block area is in a prime location and the only hold-up is that the apartment is for old folks. We could force them out, but this bitch is in our way. Hear me well, the last thing I want is for her to end up in the newspaper championing the cause of these old geezers. And for fuck sake, I don’t want other groups involved.”
“I got it.”
“Keep an eye on her and let me know if she comes back.”
“Yes, sir,” came the expected response.
Ending the private call, he pressed for his secretary. Immediately, a distinguished woman entered, ready to assist. She was his cousin’s wife and completely trustworthy. What was it that grandfather always said? Keep your family close if you want to keep your enemies at a distance.
Concluding their legitimate business, he asked for her to send for his private investigator whose office was in his building, as well as his head of security. As she left, he mulled over the file open on his desk. The fucking Elder Care Housing Grant. And the equally beautiful Jennifer Lambert that had spear-headed the project.
His eyes scanned the latest report. Her grant had given the group enough money to have a five-year lease on the building. Rubbing his head, he considered the ramifications of taking her on publicly. No, not happening.
A knock on his door indicated that his appointment was there. Santo Mancello, head of security walked in first. Tall, dark and ruthless, the Mancello family had served Michael’s family since the time of their grandfathers. Following Santo, Michael’s nephew Frederick, his private investigator, walked in and took a seat. Frederick was still learning the job, but being a quick study and eager to please, Michael was satisfied that his nephew would do well in the family business. As the men sat down in the dark leather chairs, they began their meeting.
By the time they had considered their options, he announced, “I’ve had someone make inquiries to the owner of the building, Mr. Stuart Mason. He’s an old man, lives alone. Seemed as though he would be willing to sell. So, I want Ms. Lambert watched. Discreetly. I want to know who she sees and what
Theresa was becoming greedy. No longer willing to stay in the shadows, she was hinting at wanting to escort him to functions instead of his wife. Michael had worked too hard to establish his business interests as legitimate to have a pussy fuck them up. But for now, she was still compliant and her hands on his swollen dick at the moment did distract him.
He unzipped his pants allowing her to slide between his legs and suck him off. Sliding his hands down the front of her low cut dress, he grasped her breasts firmly, pinching her nipples. He came hard, spilling into her mouth just before his private phone rang. Glancing at the name he zipped his pants up quickly and picked up the phone.
“Mr. Gibbons? Just wanted you to know that she was here.”
“Are we going to have a problem with her? You know what I want.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll take care of her.”
“Well for God’s sake, don’t fuck it up. I don’t want my name in it and I don’t want any publicity.”
Wanting to continue the conversation in private, he jerked his head toward the door, indicating to Theresa that she should leave. Pissed at being dismissed before she was able to be taken care of, she stood and gave a stiff smile. She walked over to the door leading to a small hall and private elevator. Unbeknownst to him, she did not leave immediately but instead pressed her ear to the door, trying to overhear the conversation.
“Okay, we can continue,” he added. “My private investigators tell me that this one building in the two block area is in a prime location and the only hold-up is that the apartment is for old folks. We could force them out, but this bitch is in our way. Hear me well, the last thing I want is for her to end up in the newspaper championing the cause of these old geezers. And for fuck sake, I don’t want other groups involved.”
“I got it.”
“Keep an eye on her and let me know if she comes back.”
“Yes, sir,” came the expected response.
Ending the private call, he pressed for his secretary. Immediately, a distinguished woman entered, ready to assist. She was his cousin’s wife and completely trustworthy. What was it that grandfather always said? Keep your family close if you want to keep your enemies at a distance.
Concluding their legitimate business, he asked for her to send for his private investigator whose office was in his building, as well as his head of security. As she left, he mulled over the file open on his desk. The fucking Elder Care Housing Grant. And the equally beautiful Jennifer Lambert that had spear-headed the project.
His eyes scanned the latest report. Her grant had given the group enough money to have a five-year lease on the building. Rubbing his head, he considered the ramifications of taking her on publicly. No, not happening.
A knock on his door indicated that his appointment was there. Santo Mancello, head of security walked in first. Tall, dark and ruthless, the Mancello family had served Michael’s family since the time of their grandfathers. Following Santo, Michael’s nephew Frederick, his private investigator, walked in and took a seat. Frederick was still learning the job, but being a quick study and eager to please, Michael was satisfied that his nephew would do well in the family business. As the men sat down in the dark leather chairs, they began their meeting.
By the time they had considered their options, he announced, “I’ve had someone make inquiries to the owner of the building, Mr. Stuart Mason. He’s an old man, lives alone. Seemed as though he would be willing to sell. So, I want Ms. Lambert watched. Discreetly. I want to know who she sees and what
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