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“Come on Arthur! I'm not the only one who enjoys a beautiful woman at his side”. He winked. There are others who get better benefits than getting in her lap.“You're a fucking bastard!” Arthur let out a laugh.
On the latter, Micah was absolutely right. He owed his lifestyle and comfort to his group of friends who contributed to it. Chief among them was Jennifer. Who helped him acquire the penthouse at Gables Estates in Coral Gables. One of the most luxurious areas of Miami, and her BMW Eight Series Concept. According to what she said, it was one for her birthday, and the other for their relationship anniversary. Sometimes I thought that woman in his life weighed more than a shackle.
In his relationship with the congressman's wife, not everything was so bad. In bed, she knew how to please him completely. There was a time when he thought he was completely in love with her. But knowing that she belonged to another man and that he was just a slip of the woman, made him open his eyes. He was not criticizing her infidelity, but it was obvious that she was not entirely loyal and trustworthy.
“Do you think you can get us a pass to that event?” Asked Micah to the bartender, while he kept looking at the two beautiful girls who were standing at the door and were greeted by everyone who came in.
The young man said nothing but shook his head.
Arthur pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of his pants pocket, and using his index and middle fingers, handed it to him.
“A good tip always opens doors,” said Micah sarcastically.
“But to open those doors,” he gestured with his mouth to a couple of men standing in front of the security cordon separating the VIP area, “You'll need a couple more of those bills”.
“Perfect!” exclaimed Arthur, pulling out two more twenty-dollar bills. “If they guarantee us entry, I have no problem paying them”.
He looked up, still not wanting to lose the location of the petite woman who had been at the door with a friend. Even if he had no contact with her, it was going to be a great opportunity to interact with those attending the event.
Micah, noting Arthur's insistence on entering an event uninvited, frowned.
“What am I missing?” he asked him, “Why so much interest in this event?”
“It's Friday, so I need some fun, or don't you think I deserve it?”
Arthur replied with a shrug and pointed his mouth at the woman a few feet away.
“Of course you deserve it, but I'm not sure if it's a good time for you, bro.”
Micah's voice was a bit serious.
“Why not?”
The warning in that advice did not please him at all.
“You just told me that your relationship with Jennifer is a little rocky,” he reminded him. “You shouldn't be asking for more trouble than you already have with her”.
“My relationship with Jennifer is based on simple business…”
“With profit, which in addition to money includes payment in kind and a few sex sessions,” the Israeli finished for him.
“Exactly!” Arthur grinned from ear to ear, “I guess she will have given it some thought, Jennifer is not foolish enough to give up her financial stability for me”. He pursed his lips in a line, “So she can't expect more than I can give her”.
“I gonna remind you again that you're in business with her,” he took a sip of his drink and added, “Jennifer Anderson is your main investor in all your financial ventures, and that's a big plus for her”.
Micah paused and take a drink.
“Not to say she's the strongest, and she's got you by the balls.”
“You don't have to do that, believe me when I say I appreciate your intention.”
Arthur snapped his teeth.
“I know, very well, that without Jennifer I would have nothing. But I remind you that she is not my owner, and she knows it.”
“Excuse me, my friend, I don't want to meddle in your business”.
Micah apologized because he knows that for him that was a sensitive subject.
“It's just that I don't wanna see you get into trouble unnecessarily. You know me, I've always supported you. Remember it, bro.”
“Thanks for the advice, but Jennifer is not mine, only she's my business partner. And she seems to sometimes forget who she's married to. In other words, we benefit from each other.”
Arthur patted Micah's shoulder.
“Nothing will happen, now let's have a good time”.
At that moment, both men left the bar to head for the VIP area, at which point Arthur's cell phone vibrated inside his jacket. The moment he looked at the caller ID, he grimaced and then shrugged his shoulders.
“If you say so…” was all Micah said.
Arthur paid no attention, it was a Friday night. He turned off the device and slipped it back into his suit pocket. He was a free man, and the woman calling was married with two children. Although he had to be honest, despite time and recent events, he still felt love for her. Just not to the extent, Jennifer expected.
For a moment, he thought it was not a good idea to pay to enter the event. As he was reaching his goal, a tall man approached him first.
“Well… I am here now. So you know it”.
A male voice was heard.
“Don't worry about this,” said the tall girl.
“Exactly, we can understand very well”.
Arthur was frozen when he listened to the petite woman.
“Business is always business, no matter the time or country,” the man concluded.
Arthur stood for fractions of a second motionless until he noticed the man turn around, at the same time his eyes widened in surprise.
“Graham?” Asked the man in disbelief. “Yes, you are Arthur Graham!”
He pretended to be surprised, it was the perfect time to mingle.
“Oh, man!, Really?” Arthur exclaimed, holding out his hand and then giving him a big hug. “Albert Miller, it's so good to see you”.
“I haven't seen you since the contractors' meeting in New York” Albert immediately put his hand on the lower back of one of the girls, it was obvious that he was marking territory. “This is my girl, Lorena”.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Lorena,” he said gallantly, and then looked at Albert and winking at him, he added, “Then you will tell me the secret of having such a beautiful woman as a girlfriend”.
Lorena answered with a smile, a little stunned by so much flirting between men, since she had never seen such a thing. She immediately looked at her co-worker, it was her chance to help her with something.
“This is my friend and colleague, Morgana”.
“Morgana…”
Arthur pronounced the name very softly, stretched out his hand, and when the girl took it. He kissed her torso like a gentleman, he lingered a little too long.
──────⊰-☆-⊱────── A week after… Morgana checked everything for the fifth time, she wanted everything to be perfect. Centauro & Co Industries had been quite a challenge since it was their first foray into tequila and if everything had been as planned. She would have already won the advertising campaign for the new product. It was a vodka that the company had been working on for the past week. It was no secret that Morgana was one of the most promising executives at SM Business Inc, mainly because she was one of the most effective. She had the ability to respond to the needs of her clients in a way that was both spontaneous and professional. Her client portfolio backed her up. She was proud of that. However, she had no intention of being with the company forever. The highest step she could take would be to become a partner in the firm. But that was not going to happen. That was why she wanted to work on what she dreamed of doing, which was having her own brand. But so far, she had no
──────⊰-☆-⊱────── They didn't know how time passed so quickly. They started talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Unwittingly, they drank the bottle. In the twinkling of an eye, the night had come. “Is there any more wine?” was what Arthur wanted to know. “No,” she said and showed him the empty bottle. He took a look at the expensive watch on her wrist. “We can order some wine.” He suggested, winking at her. “To eat, too,” Morgana shrugged, “to later.” Arthur pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and made the appropriate calls. They continued to talk, Arthur telling her a little about his roots, that his grandfather was Scottish, and that both he and his father had died in a construction accident when he was only nine years old. From then on, he was left alone with his mother. Morgana was happy to get to know this more human side of him. He didn't seem like a shallow person. Maybe that was what made her feel comfortable. She needn't look like something she wa
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── As soon as she started the engine of her car, Morgana knew that she had made a big mistake by inviting Arthur into her home. It was unbelievable how her parents had attacked the newcomer and made a circus out of his visit. It was as if even his brother was in on the joke. She shook her head from side to side, her fingers tightening around the wheel. “How dare you, Morgana!” She complained aloud to herself. “What a fool you have been!” She had to think fast, she ran her hand over her head. Besides, she had the feeling that Arthur was angry with her, and he was right. She had practically thrown him out of her parents' house. He seemed to be a Gentleman, and a beautiful friendship was going to be born between them, so she was left to choose. A few minutes later, they entered the subway parking lot of the building where Morgana lived, but not before informing the guard that the BMW following them was her visitor, and therefore she could use the second assigned space.
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «Bingo!» Morgana thought to herself. “Mommy, I don't think he wants to come with us.” “Well, why not?” Arthur asked. “You can't think for me.” “Because you'll get bored, we don't have anything special here.” “There you are,” he said very quietly, but Morgana was still listening to him. “I don't know why I get the slightest feeling that you want to get rid of me.” “And you're coming back with that?” she rolled her eyes. “Then I'm going to wait for you to send me the location, and I'll be there in a couple of minutes.” Arthur didn't let her say anything else because he ended the call abruptly. She looked at her mother and shook her head. She saw that she was grinning from ear to ear. Like a little girl, amused by what she'd done. “You're terrible, mom!” “Yes, I know,” she shrugged. “But I'm dying to meet this friend of yours who made you blush.” She walked over to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek and went into the living room to tell her husband and son
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── After Joe's unwanted visit to her parents' house, Morgana avoided being alone with her mother. Knowing her well and knowing full well that she would not let it slip when the time came to ask her what had happened in the driveway. “The food was good, dear,” her father started to say. “Yeah, delicious as usual”. “The most boring thing was the vegetables,” his brother said, turning up his nose. “But the dessert Nana brought doesn't hold a candle to that”. “Oh, thank you for your comment, little gentleman.” His mother's voice was one of mock indignation. The boy flushed slightly and looked to his father for help “Now that we are finished, let's have our regular game of chess, Xavier”. “Of course!” the boy exclaimed and did his best to get out of the sight of his mother. He looked over at his sister, and she gave him a wink. “No worries, I'm helping mommy clear up”. She got up from the table with a couple of dishes in her hands, she had no idea why she felt like
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana didn't want to open her eyes; Saturday mornings were sacred to her, since she got up after eleven o'clock. But her cell phone kept ringing. From the sound of the call, she knew it was her mother. “Tell me, Mom,” she answered reluctantly with his eyes closed, “Why are you calling me at this hour?” “It's not that it's six o'clock in the morning, Morgana,” her mother reprimanded her. He snapped his eyes open, for the tone used in his mother's voice was not his usual one. “What happened?” The first thing that crossed his mind was his father. “No, woman,” her mother calmed her down, “Nothing happened, it seems you forgot that you were coming to see Xavier this weekend, and he's very anxious about it”. Morgana sat up all of a sudden because she had completely forgotten that she was going to her parent's house that Saturday because her brother had a judo tournament. «Fuck! How could I forget?» She scolded herself. “Sorry, I had a presentation last night,” sh
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Arthur was getting out of bed, undressed as God had brought him into the world, and he went straight to the bathroom. It had been two days after that three-way meeting, and he still hadn't been able to convince Jennifer of her insistence that he go to Hawaii. That afternoon, they had arranged to meet for lunch, but she had persuaded him to have the date at his bachelor penthouse. “What are you planning to do this afternoon?” Jennifer leaned on her elbows on the mattress to watch him. He didn't even answer him; he just closed the door behind him. “I asked you a question,” she insisted. He gritted his teeth as he realized she had opened the door and was inside. “Aww, it's so nasty!” Arthur shrugged, still holding his manhood in his hands. “I'm supposed to be in a private moment.” He looked at her seriously, “Or don't I have the right?” He shook his manhood and then turned on the shower faucet. As the dew began to fall. She felt Jennifer's still-firm breas
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Jennifer was about to cum again, as Arthur and the guest moved with such synchronization, they seemed as one. As one thrust, the other stayed, slowly pulling back. Making the back and forth of her lovers, taking her again through a roller coaster of pleasure. If pleasure was a sin, then she would burn in hell. For her orgasm was so intense that it ended any reasonable thought. There remained no doubt that her partners were good lovers, for they found their release seconds later. When her spasms milked them dry, leaving them completely dry. She was so lax that her body looked like a puppet in the midst of those tall men. The first to get out of her was Arthur. He did it slowly, so as not to cause her any discomfort. He held her by the hips, giving the guest a chance to do the same. They both heard her purr in satisfaction. The man took her from Arthur's arms, to place her on the mattress. Hastily, she was in a state of drowsiness, typical of the state after orgasm.
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── There was no doubt that Jennifer knew how to please him, she sucked him slowly, but expertly. With her tongue, she tapped the head of his mushroom-shaped member. Arthur leaned toward her to cup her face with his hands and set the rhythm of the penetrations to her mouth so completely that she barely gave him room to breathe. The moans on the woman's part were getting louder and louder, she raised her face to meet Arthur's burning gaze from behind the ski mask. Her blood was beginning to boil, she was burning alive. She was licking him greedily, making him feel like he was all she could think about. It was clear that Arthur Graham was his obsession. Jennifer again felt hands, large, warm, and calloused, run over her hips and caress the globes of her ass. As she felt them spread her thighs apart, she shivered with anticipation. She almost bit Arthur when a hot tongue began to caress the folds of her need-wet sex. Where she knew, she hid that button that would please