Chapter 22 : 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖊........

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘

She stepped under the drizzle, rolling her suitcase behind—getting to the Cab's space, she boarded one.

“MAVERICK HOSPITAL...please”

The driver blinked at her through the rear mirror, confused.

“Uh—change of heart?”

Nevena offered a sly smile, sliding into the seat.

“Something like that. Take me to Maverick Hospital.”

The driver shrugged, kicked the car into gear, and they pulled off through the wet haze.

☆☆☆☆𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖔'𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔 {𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖔𝖓 3:45𝖕𝖒}☆☆☆☆

The office overlooked the roulette floors from a one-way glass wall.

Below, dice clattered, chips stacked and lives changed with a spin.

But up there, Antonio leaned against the glass, sipping espresso from a white demitasse cup like it was whiskey.

He was dressed in a deep navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly—no tie, top two buttons undone, exposing just enough collarbone to be distracting.

A black Patek Philippe wrapped around his wrist, gleaming like the weapon it was.

Behind him, a blonde lady—Britney, his new secretary—quietly buttoned her shirt, which had been open.

The silence in the room felt engineered. No music. No chatter. Just the quiet rustling of fabric being buttoned.

“Sir, the regulators want a response by noon,” said Britney, grabbing her notepad, which Antonio had tossed away during their little rush moment.

“They flagged some discrepancies in our carbon disclosure from the Hunt property.”

He raised a brow but didn’t turn to her—his eyes still fixed on the gaming floor.

“You mean the solar panels I paid ten million for but never installed?”

“Not exactly,” Britney blinked, using her thumb to wipe off the c*m still on her lip.

She approached him with her tablet. “They’re only waiting on your signature for the initiatives… You can take a look and maybe sign.”

Irritated by her closeness, he turned, finally walking to his desk.

He flipped the ESG binder open with one lazy hand. “Did you do a proper audit?”

“Yes, sir.” Britney stepped forward. “That’s the revised sustainability report for the initiative release.”

“It just needs your signature,” she added warily, passing him his pen.

Antonio tapped the paper with the silver Montblanc pen, not signing.

“Do we own the wind turbines or just lease them?” he asked, scanning the file without lifting his head.

“Lease,” Britney replied, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Then no. We buy the turbines. I don’t like depending on other people’s wind.”

He lifted his face fully at her. “Tell Legal to draw up acquisition contracts—before that, explain this.” His voice was low and measured.

He tapped the folder once, then slid it an inch toward her. “You submitted this to the board before I reviewed it?”

“It was marked urgent—meanwhile, you were absent throughout that week.”

“Grinch too?” Antonio finished flatly.

“I’m sorry Sir, I thought—”

“You thought?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Unaccounted dollars? Skipped protocol? Tch. I run a business, Britney. Not a charity. And I do it clean—on paper. That’s the art.”

“Sorry Sir—” Britney apologized in a sultry tone, going down on her knees.

Her hands traced down Antonio's open chest, deliberately kneading his n*pple with her thumb.

Next it trailed down to his trouser which had its belt undone.

She dipped her hand into his briefs and pulled out his hard member, which was still shiny with her saliva.

She used her tongue and flicked over the opening at the tip, her hands going up and down his veiny sh*ft, giving his balls a squeeze at intervals.

She lifted her head and locked gaze with Antonio, “I hope this makes up for my—”

Antonio didn't wait for her to complete the statement, he pushed down her head, making her mouth take his whole length.

Britney sucked like a pro until he felt his ball contract, he guided her to mount on him while seated.

Slowly she rocked on his waist, her wet hole teasing his member.

The action went on for a while until Antonio unable to bear it put a hand under her, shifting her thong, he slid in his rock hard c*ck into her p*ssy.

She stopped breathing as he filled her just like always, he began with slow thrust and grinding, then within seconds, he picked vigour.

He roughly pulled her shirt, and the buttons came off. She had no bra on, just like he likes it.

Her hard pointy n*pples stared at his face in a silent challenge.

“You little slut...you are always ready” Antonio throated with lustful eyes.

He held her firmly on the waist while he sucked her milk factory.

Being a pro, he did crazy things on her br*ast with his tongue and teeth.

She found herself moaning out incoherent words, but that didn't stop Antonio, it only turned him on the more.

He grapped her n*pple in between bite and pull hard.

“Ooh—stop”, Britney moaned, her hands tightening around his neck, she felt a mix of pain and ecstasy run through her body.

Antonio paused thrusting and sucking, he lifted his head and looked at her.

“You owe me this, Wh*re... I spent a lot on you” He spat right at her face.

“Forgive me”, she apologized, fighting back her tears.

“Forgiveness is a sin,” he rasped. “I guess I get to treat you like the wh*re you are”.

With a hand gesture from him, she unmounted from his c*ck.

Standing awkwardly as she waited for his sentence.

Without a word, he reached for his drawer and pulled it open, revealing his fetish toys.

“Strip!” He commanded.

She unhesitatingly yanked away the skirt and shirt at his command.

Antonio pulled a cuff, and harnessed her hands behind her, next he pulled away her thong and inserted the vibrator right into her.

Pressing the remote on, He leaned back slowly, to enjoy the show.

With the fist action of the toy, she immediately clamped her thighs tight, to hold back its effect.

He let her believe she could overcome it for the first two minutes, then like a devil, he increased it to the highest.

Her resolve buckled and she moaned out like a cow.

Her body convulsed greatly and she begged Antonio to stop it, but he only grinned, rubbing his c*ck patiently.

She looked for support but her hands were restrained behind her, she spread out her leg but it seemed to get worse as her legs trembled.

She dropped on her knees, but He whipped her bare a*s with a horse tail and she jumped up.

“Please”, she pleaded in Spanish.

“What's the magic word?” Antonio teased, caressing her nipple with the horse tail.

“F*ck me Daddy.... please” she brittled.

“I can't hear you,” Antonio throated.

He leaned close to her ear, his cold breath washing over her shoulder . “Louder”.

“F*ck me Daddy—I'm your whore” she muttered silkily.

A deep chuckle enuverated from his throat, hearing her plead.

He turned off the remote and she collapsed right to the floor, fighting for her breath.

He watched her tremble for only a second and slovenly freed her—yanked her onto his work table, right on top of the ESG file.

He shoved open her legs and leaned in , parting her folds with his member, he drilled straight for her womb.

Every thrust into her p*ssy bore an intensity that says “I own everything about this hole”

He made sure to pull out completely before going in again, that way he ejaculated right into her womb.

He didn't give a damn for her own climax, he just got off her and headed into the bathroom.

Seven minutes later when he emerged from the bathroom, now in a black suit.

He slumped into his chair while the room shrank around him.

He observed her red sore p*ssy as she cleaned up the mess and herself.

When she was done—she announced her departure while holding the ruined ESG file, 'Antonio's c*m and her sweat'

“I—I’ll fix this.”

“No need.” his voice wrapped around her like smoke—dark, clinging, inescapable

Her lips parted to question it, but nothing came out.

He pressed a button on his desk. “Bring in Elena from compliance. Tell her to bring the March maintenance logs and the vendor receipts.”

Britney nodded sadly, he was relieving her off the ESG contract despite offering her body.

Turning to leave, Antonio’s voice stopped her cold.

“Britney Cooper.”

She turned back, eyes wide.

“This was your third oversight in six weeks.” He leaned in, eyes glittering like cold fire

“I don’t tolerate patterns—At Hunt property we keep our conducts balanced”

“Yes Sir…” Britney acknowledged, her face cast down.

Antonio didn’t yell, neither did he warn her.

He just wore a look—a quiet one that made it clear people who became patterns disappeared.

“Leave the keycard.”

“Pardon?”

“You're fired”, he declared hoarsely.

“Sir I thought we just sorted it,” Britney rasped.

He tossed three wards of cash at her, crossing his legs in defiance.

“That's for a job well done—Britney I must say, the p*ssy was good, but unfortunately that's just what you're good at 'warming the c*ck, not the business'”.

“What do you mean....you can't just kick me out after using me non-stop for the past three months?”

“I just did. Wh*re—It's time to hop to the next p*ssy cat”. he chuckled sinisterly.

Britney's face fell, but it was of no use, he only used her to satisfy his urge.

She removed the silver access card from her lanyard and set it down, beside the espresso he was drinking moments ago.

“They all smile when they’re hired but deep down, they are only good at warming the bed.” Antonio grumbled, as she exited his office.

He pressed his comm.

“Elena. My office. Now. And bring every ESG file Britney touched.”

A knock landed at the door, but instead of Elena, his consigliere—Grinch—, entered without waiting for a response.

Dressed in a crisp suit, he strode in like a phantom.

“How did it go?” Antonio throated, without looking up.