MadisonI blinked, trying to process his words through my post-orgasmic haze. "What? Financial fraud?" "We don't have time for explanations," Alexander said, tossing his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed as he buttoned it with practiced efficiency. "Get dressed. Now." The urgency in his voice snapped me into action. I scrambled off the bed and headed to the closet, where some of my clothes hung alongside his designer suits. I quickly selected a charcoal pencil skirt and cream blouse, which were professional enough for whatever crisis awaited us. "Faster," he barked, already fully dressed and checking his phone again. His jaw clenched tighter with each swipe of his thumb. I hurried into the bathroom to fix my appearance, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen, and faint red marks dotted my neck where Alexander had gotten carried away. I quickly applied concealer to the most visible marks and pulled my hair into a tight bun. When I emerge
AlexanderI strode through the executive floor, Madison following close behind. The cacophony of ringing phones and urgent voices created a backdrop of chaos. My empire was under attack, and every second counted. The conference room door was already open, revealing a gathering of grim faces around the polished table. Our CFO was gesturing frantically at a laptop screen while our head of Legal paced by the windows, phone pressed to his ear. The PR director was furiously typing on her tablet, and two members of our crisis management team huddled over documents, speaking in hushed tones. "Everyone," I announced, not bothering with pleasantries. All heads snapped up, conversations halting mid-sentence. I took my place at the head of the table while Madison slipped into a chair beside me, tablet ready. "Give me the damage report," I demanded, loosening my tie slightly. Our CFO cleared his throat, his usual composed demeanor cracking under pressure. "Futures are indicating we'll open
AlexanderI left the conference room, my mind racing with contingency plans. The team would handle the immediate crisis response, but I needed a moment to strategize beyond the next few hours. This attack was too coordinated, too precise. Someone knew exactly where to hit us. As I entered my office, my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a name I wasn't surprised to see: Edward Knight. Perfect timing, as always. I accepted the call and put it on speaker as I loosened my tie completely. "Alexander." His voice carried that familiar mix of authority and concern. "I just got off the phone with Harold from the board. What the hell is happening?" "Hello to you too, Dad," I said, dropping into my chair. "I'm handling it." "Handling it? The company's losing billions in market cap over fraud allegations!" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm aware of the situation." "Are these allegations true?" he demanded, cutting straight to his primary concern. "Of course not," I snapped. "You kn
MadisonI jerked awake, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. My neck ached from the awkward angle, and I blinked rapidly, trying to get my bearings. The dim lights of Alexander's office slowly came into focus as my eyes adjusted. My watch read 5:12 AM. I sat up, rubbing my stiff neck and shoulders. The events of yesterday came flooding back: the stock crisis, the frantic calls, and the statement. I must have fallen asleep sometime after 2:30 AM. Looking around the spacious office, I spotted Alexander asleep on the leather couch across the room. His usually perfect hair fell across his forehead, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Even in crisis mode, he looked unfairly handsome. The throw blanket was bunched around my waist. Had he covered me before I fell asleep? The thought made something flutter in my chest. I stood quietly, stretching my cramped muscles, and tiptoed over to where he slept. For a moment, I just watched him: the steady rise and fall of
MadisonThe ride to Knight Industries was tense but quick. Alexander drove with focused precision, occasionally checking his phone at red lights. We arrived at 7:45 AM, pulling into his reserved parking spot. "Take notes on everything. We'll need a complete record of this meeting," Alexander instructed as we entered the building. "Of course, Mr. Knight." The executive floor was buzzing with activity despite the early hours. Staff members hurried about with determined expressions, and I could feel the tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed, urgent conversations and the constant ringing of phones. Alexander strode ahead of me toward the main boardroom, his presence commanding immediate attention from everyone we passed. I followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready for what promised to be an intense meeting. "The board members are already arriving," I informed him, checking my watch. "Most of the major shareholders have confirmed attendance as wel
Madison"Then we'll buy back shares at a discount," Alexander replied smoothly. "Our cash reserves are more than adequate, and it would be an excellent use of capital." This answer seemed to satisfy most of the room, and I noticed several approving nods. "Now," Alexander continued, "I have a series of media appearances scheduled to begin shortly. The best thing all of you can do is project confidence. Call your contacts. Reassure your networks. The worst thing for Knight Industries right now would be for our own leadership to appear panicked." The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, with the executive team outlining specific recovery strategies. I noticed that despite the crisis, most people in the room seemed to be backing Alexander. Even those who had initially expressed anger or concern were now nodding along with his plan. As the meeting wrapped up, board members began filing out, many stopping to speak briefly with Alexander. I stayed close, making note of any c
MadisonI watched Alexander wrap up the CNBC interview with practiced ease. His final words—delivered with unwavering confidence—seemed to resonate with the interviewer, who nodded appreciatively. "And there you have it," the host concluded. "Alexander Knight, CEO of Knight Industries, addressing the allegations head-on. We'll continue to follow this developing story throughout the trading day." The red light on the camera blinked off, and Alexander loosened his posture slightly. "How'd I do?" he asked, turning to me as a technician removed his microphone. "Perfect," I replied honestly. "Confident without seeming defensive. The bit about welcoming regulatory scrutiny was particularly effective." He nodded, checking his phone. "The market's been open for twenty minutes. We're down fourteen percent—better than expected." The PR director approached with a tablet. "Mr. Knight, excellent job. We've already got requests from Bloomberg and Fox Business for follow-ups this afternoon."
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be
MadisonWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through my curtains. I felt more rested than I had in days. I stretched, my muscles protesting slightly after yesterday's tension. After another quick shower to fully wake myself up, I headed to the kitchen. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with spinach and toast, humming to myself as I worked. I was halfway through my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text. Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back. Me: Since when have you been playing the stock market??? Hazel: Since I rea
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex
MadisonI watched Alexander wrap up the CNBC interview with practiced ease. His final words—delivered with unwavering confidence—seemed to resonate with the interviewer, who nodded appreciatively. "And there you have it," the host concluded. "Alexander Knight, CEO of Knight Industries, addressing the allegations head-on. We'll continue to follow this developing story throughout the trading day." The red light on the camera blinked off, and Alexander loosened his posture slightly. "How'd I do?" he asked, turning to me as a technician removed his microphone. "Perfect," I replied honestly. "Confident without seeming defensive. The bit about welcoming regulatory scrutiny was particularly effective." He nodded, checking his phone. "The market's been open for twenty minutes. We're down fourteen percent—better than expected." The PR director approached with a tablet. "Mr. Knight, excellent job. We've already got requests from Bloomberg and Fox Business for follow-ups this afternoon."
Madison"Then we'll buy back shares at a discount," Alexander replied smoothly. "Our cash reserves are more than adequate, and it would be an excellent use of capital." This answer seemed to satisfy most of the room, and I noticed several approving nods. "Now," Alexander continued, "I have a series of media appearances scheduled to begin shortly. The best thing all of you can do is project confidence. Call your contacts. Reassure your networks. The worst thing for Knight Industries right now would be for our own leadership to appear panicked." The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, with the executive team outlining specific recovery strategies. I noticed that despite the crisis, most people in the room seemed to be backing Alexander. Even those who had initially expressed anger or concern were now nodding along with his plan. As the meeting wrapped up, board members began filing out, many stopping to speak briefly with Alexander. I stayed close, making note of any c
MadisonThe ride to Knight Industries was tense but quick. Alexander drove with focused precision, occasionally checking his phone at red lights. We arrived at 7:45 AM, pulling into his reserved parking spot. "Take notes on everything. We'll need a complete record of this meeting," Alexander instructed as we entered the building. "Of course, Mr. Knight." The executive floor was buzzing with activity despite the early hours. Staff members hurried about with determined expressions, and I could feel the tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed, urgent conversations and the constant ringing of phones. Alexander strode ahead of me toward the main boardroom, his presence commanding immediate attention from everyone we passed. I followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready for what promised to be an intense meeting. "The board members are already arriving," I informed him, checking my watch. "Most of the major shareholders have confirmed attendance as wel