skin was flushed and her voice trembled as she said, “No, I don’t even know you. I just wanted to talk to Jarrod Jacobs...but I think I’ve made a huge mistake.”
It was Dimitri’s turn to react. He stood up straight and looked down at the small figure laid out in front of him. Jarrod Jacobs was his most recent alter ego, the wealthy playboy son of a Texas billionaire, owner of several multi national corporations. Jarrod Jacobs didn’t exist though, not outside Dimitri's private accounts and online world. Jarrod only existed on paper, and only to protect Dimitri from Sergei while providing a name to run Dimitri’s legitimate businesses.
“What do you want with Mr. Jacobs?” he asked from high above her.
She craned her neck and tried to pinpoint the location of his voice. “I, um...I’m here on behalf of the Mount Pleasant Community Protection League. We are protesting his proposed development at the corner of Main and Twelfth,” she said, her voice was small in the large room. She gained confidence again as she recited her obviously pre-rehearsed speech.
He rocked back on his heels of his feet and laughed. “That’s it? The only reason you’re here?” he demanded.
“Why else would I be here?” she asked, her voice quavered again and she was losing her confidence.
“Don’t you find it odd that somebody would sneak into my private quarters in order to deal with an issue that could be brought up at City Hall?” he replied. “Of course I’d wonder what brought you here.”
“Wait, are you Mister Jacobs? You should know that they never listen to us at the City,” she said, trying to sit up. “We tried that, but you’re tearing down the neighborhood to put in four square blocks of towers. You’re ruining it for those of us who live there.”
“Then move,” he said and wondered if this meant she really was just an innocent girl who managed to stumble into a wasp’s nest. It didn’t matter at this point; she was not going to get out of this unscathed.
“It’s not that easy,” she said and curled her lip in the smallest of sneers. This only served to enhance her full lips and Dimitri leaned down close to her again to drink in the sight. “Not all of us are loaded, it’s not like I can pick up, move to another country and make a new life for myself,” she continued.
“What did you say?” he said, standing straight again and frowning. She must know something, why else would she have brought up his own flight from Russia and subsequent name change?
“I simply pointed out that most of us aren’t rich enough to move when some asshole decides to tear up our neighbourhood,” she replied. She was moving her head slowly as if listening for his slightest movement. She licked her lips, a simple action but one that triggered something deep inside of him. He wanted to take her; he wanted to see her struggling at the end of his cock, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with lust. Every cell in his body vibrated with his need.
“If your house is in the development zone, you will be compensated for it. Fair market prices,” he told her, leaning over her again to watch her mouth as she spoke.
“We aren’t being compensated for having a twenty five storey tower thrown up across the street from us,” she replied, “It’s my family home, where I grew up. You wouldn’t understand.”
“I understand more than you think,” he said and thought about his own childhood home. A four-storey apartment building outside of Moscow, long demolished to make way for new development. In an odd way, he understood her emotional attachment, even though he had been gone from his own home for years before it happened.
“Where are you from?” she asked, her voice was sharp in the silence of the room.
“What do you mean?” he replied. “I’m from here.”
“You sound Russian,” she stated and was still.
Dimitri was taken aback for the second time that night. He had been coached by the best
It was Dimitri’s turn to react. He stood up straight and looked down at the small figure laid out in front of him. Jarrod Jacobs was his most recent alter ego, the wealthy playboy son of a Texas billionaire, owner of several multi national corporations. Jarrod Jacobs didn’t exist though, not outside Dimitri's private accounts and online world. Jarrod only existed on paper, and only to protect Dimitri from Sergei while providing a name to run Dimitri’s legitimate businesses.
“What do you want with Mr. Jacobs?” he asked from high above her.
She craned her neck and tried to pinpoint the location of his voice. “I, um...I’m here on behalf of the Mount Pleasant Community Protection League. We are protesting his proposed development at the corner of Main and Twelfth,” she said, her voice was small in the large room. She gained confidence again as she recited her obviously pre-rehearsed speech.
He rocked back on his heels of his feet and laughed. “That’s it? The only reason you’re here?” he demanded.
“Why else would I be here?” she asked, her voice quavered again and she was losing her confidence.
“Don’t you find it odd that somebody would sneak into my private quarters in order to deal with an issue that could be brought up at City Hall?” he replied. “Of course I’d wonder what brought you here.”
“Wait, are you Mister Jacobs? You should know that they never listen to us at the City,” she said, trying to sit up. “We tried that, but you’re tearing down the neighborhood to put in four square blocks of towers. You’re ruining it for those of us who live there.”
“Then move,” he said and wondered if this meant she really was just an innocent girl who managed to stumble into a wasp’s nest. It didn’t matter at this point; she was not going to get out of this unscathed.
“It’s not that easy,” she said and curled her lip in the smallest of sneers. This only served to enhance her full lips and Dimitri leaned down close to her again to drink in the sight. “Not all of us are loaded, it’s not like I can pick up, move to another country and make a new life for myself,” she continued.
“What did you say?” he said, standing straight again and frowning. She must know something, why else would she have brought up his own flight from Russia and subsequent name change?
“I simply pointed out that most of us aren’t rich enough to move when some asshole decides to tear up our neighbourhood,” she replied. She was moving her head slowly as if listening for his slightest movement. She licked her lips, a simple action but one that triggered something deep inside of him. He wanted to take her; he wanted to see her struggling at the end of his cock, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with lust. Every cell in his body vibrated with his need.
“If your house is in the development zone, you will be compensated for it. Fair market prices,” he told her, leaning over her again to watch her mouth as she spoke.
“We aren’t being compensated for having a twenty five storey tower thrown up across the street from us,” she replied, “It’s my family home, where I grew up. You wouldn’t understand.”
“I understand more than you think,” he said and thought about his own childhood home. A four-storey apartment building outside of Moscow, long demolished to make way for new development. In an odd way, he understood her emotional attachment, even though he had been gone from his own home for years before it happened.
“Where are you from?” she asked, her voice was sharp in the silence of the room.
“What do you mean?” he replied. “I’m from here.”
“You sound Russian,” she stated and was still.
Dimitri was taken aback for the second time that night. He had been coached by the best
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