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Chained To The Billionaire Eight
"Sir, It's Joanne. Your secretary" Joanne mumbled. The way she said that made her think of herself as property. She looked if anyone was around before she lifted her skirt and weaved her hands around her blue panty liners, already absorbing her soaking juices. She was so turned on. Yes, she was property."Yes, I know who this is. Jean already called me in front of you. Or Did you forget?""Ahh, I see.""This better be imporant." She had started to panic. Her excuse and little white lie at the office would not work here now, while he was waiting for something concrete. If she said something stupid, it might actually end her employment for good."Ummm...Well you see-"".........""Your chair-""My chair?!""You were not in the office today, Sir.""Incredible powers of observation you have there.""No, I meant, there was someone in your office today. Mr Tracy, Sir.""Brian?" he asked."Yes. I met him just after closing sitting in your chair. I questioned him about it"McAllister didn'
Chained To The Billionaire Nine
"Are you being serious, right now?""He's been waiting.""But I didn't get the invite! No e-mail, or text."A few other staff were eavesdropping on the conversation, and every single one of them began to pull up their phones. Presumably to look for an invite."I'm just a messenger, Mr Robin. The Auto show has already started"Joanne began to pull away. The effect she was hoping for had not yet presented itself, but if she hesitated, then it would surely come crashing down."Wait." Robin pleaded."Hmm?""The Auto Show? Where is it??""Grenada.""You'll never make it to see the Boss. Grenada is four hours away. If you go even now, without traffic, you'd be getting there by 2PM. Mr McAllister would have headed somewhere else" said a middle-aged man in the next cubicle.Mr Robin was a determinate soul. Or more accurately, desperate. After all, McAllister Corp paid the best wages in the country. It would be disastrous to lose that. He tore apart his desk looking for something in a frenzied
Chained To The Billionaire One
Joanne moaned and writhed pathetically on the dirty tiled floor of the small apartment. She squeezed her eyes shut to cry, but it seemed as though previous situations like this one had drained her tear ducts dry.Only blood streamed along her face, the wound a jagged cut on her forehead. Pieces of glass were still lodged on its surface, and the rest were strewn along a straight path to the living room."Oh God." whispered a husky voice. It was a short burly man holding a broken wine bottle. He traipsed slowly towards her."Joanne. Why did you make me do this?" he asked. "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. Why must you always criticize me?!"Joanne spat on the dirty floor. "You fucking - I don't even know what you are. How many women did you send your dick to? That intern? She's barely 18. What about the woman at the grocery store you were begging to fuck? The latino woman that lives across from us? The one you wanted to suck her golden juices?"Conan winced and could not loo
Chained To The Billionaire Two
"Where are all your bags?" Susan stormed into the parking lot below her apartment complex. Joanne was waiting for her, her arms wrapped around herself and her head bowed.."Where are they?" Susan insisted. Joanne unlatched the trunk of her whitewashed Cadillac. Her mother had had it long before she was born, and let it sit outside for some handsome amount of years. It was the kindness of a neighbor that fixed it up and got it ready for her, just before she left her mother for good.The car looked to be on its last legs, as the suspension creaked each time Susan removed a bag. "Is that all?" Susan asked after removing the third and last bag."Everything to my name. " Joanne managed a fake laugh. They carried the three relatively light-weight bags up the concrete steps for 3 f
Chained To The Billionaire Three
Charles turned up the intensity of his soul-piercing gaze. It was almost too much to bear, and Joanne thought she would melt onto the floor."Where - Is - My - Bid?" Charles repeated slowly, his eyes still fixed on Joanne, but asking Mitch. Joanne cranked open her mouth with sheer willpower."That's everything I was given. Sir." she mumbled.Charles moved his dangerous eyes to Mitch."Mitch. Can I please have my quantity bid? You know, the one took me and my team four months to prepare? And another 4 for you to vet? And another two for us to submit? You know the one, yes?" Charles recited."I don't understand, Sir." Mitch sweated profusely. "You. Woman! You were supposed to file every
Chained To The Billionaire Four
"Don't stop. Aughhh. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Harddddeeer.""Susan. It's not funny" Joanne said solemnly.Susan laughed playfully and threw her hands around Joanne. She whispered into her ears."It doesn't have to be funny. It just has to f-e-e-l good.""It's not like that." Joanne remarked. She was trying on some of Susan’s old clothes for the new job at McAllister group."Says the woman that just described her new boss like a modern Greek god." Susan said, smiling."What he is, is a creep and a pervert. I bet he gets off on preying on young women" Joanne said, shaking her head and changing to another outfit.
Chained To The Billionaire Five
Brian Tracy, a 6 foot male with slicked back hair and a slightly muscular build, walked out of the elevator. He stiffened down the tail of his black blazer as he strolled towards Charles McAllister's office. On his way, he wound his arms around a young woman delivering hard copy mails for the staff."Did you miss me, Melanie?" he asked.The girl giggled as he wove his hands around her dress, pulling, squeezing and lifting."Nuh uh, Mr Tracy." she replied playfully. "I didn't even notice you were gone.""Well, now that there's a problem I have to fix." Tracy said heaving under his breath. But when he looked up to see a strange movement in Charles' office, something switched in his mind."For l
Chained To The Billionaire SIX
"That is...acceptable."Charles McAllister turned Joanne Belfort on her back, her hips arching upwards to his crotch and his swollen biceps seizing her fragile thin waist. He leans forward, and whispers in her ear "So go do some good work, then."He heaves her away from his body, and slowly returns to his desk. Business as usual. Joanne stands stunned; Her head was spinning, her eyes half-open and her pants were soaked. Was this some sort of new play? Did he want her to approach? Toleft beg for it? She bit her lip and hoped her red lipstick was still in it's vibrant red colour, and she approached him. Swaying her hips like what she saw other women do on TV."Did you want something?" Charles asked curtly."I - Yes. I just explained-" started Joanne.
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