Henry’s POV. I walk into my company, head straight to the elevator, and make my way up to my office room. I chuckle as I think about Victor's plot involving Sarah. That fucking dumbass is so naive when he thinks Sarah would do anything to harm me. I bet Sarah will be here with me soon, and I'm ready to meet my lovely maid. I pick up the phone and call Daniel. "Hey, Henry," Daniel says as he answers the phone. "How is Rachel doing?" "Has she been tortured and interrogated enough?" I ask. "Damn it!" Daniel curses angrily. "She escaped." "What?" "Damn it," Daniel says again. "She escaped from custody. We have no idea how she did it, but she is on the run." My brow furrows, my mind racing with ideas. Rachel's escape could make things more difficult for me. She'd return with Victor, and she'd be the one who knew the most about our inner workings. Victor intends to use her as a powerful weapon. "Do you have any information about her whereabouts?" I ask Daniel, attempting to figure o

Henry’s POV. I leave my company and unconsciously follow her. She looks gorgeous in the outfit and moves elegantly on the high heel. I want her even more now that I've seen her wonderful boobs. It appears to be a perfect fit for my hand. As an annoying street singer's voice ruins my mood, Jack appears beside her in an unusual way. That baton ought to be dying to fuck her. I can see everything in his eyes when he stares at her. Damn it! After watching Jack kiss Sarah repeatedly on the street, I punched him in the face. The cops arrived fast, and we're in custody while Sarah glances at me from outside as she has a deposition in an hour. "Master, it's not like you," Jack says. "Fuck you!" I roar. "How Can You Get In Touch With Sarah?" "I thought you'd given up on her," Jack says, rubbing his bloodied mouth. "Don't even think about that," I shout. "She's MINE." I can feel my rage rising within me. How could Jack say such a thing about Sarah? She's not some object he can claim simpl

I hear the sound of the high heel while watching a silly sitcom on TV, and I know Jessica is on her way to my room. I threw a lifeless glance at her before returning my attention to the television."Good day, Henry." "I'm here to help you." She begins to remove her clothes, exposing her stunning body.She has beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, and her body shape is flawless, as if sculpted by the sculptor. I have no idea why I called this stupid woman to my room. She has been faithful to me for a long time and is typically the one that comes to ease my cum.I look at her without excitement, which makes her a little nervous. I take out my phone and show her a picture of Sarah. I know this is really rude when I demand someone be another. But this woman is willing to do anything for me, and she just wants me to fuck her. She's so thirsty that she reveals everything in her lusty face as her nipple becomes harder simply because I stare at it for a while."Fuck me," she begs, kneeling in f

Henry’s POV. Someone knocks on the door, which irritates me because I wake up when the sun beams in my eyes. I look at the door and then press my brows together. I'm suffering from a headache as a result of the alcohol I drank yesterday. But then I hear the familiar voice, and my heart immediately melts. Sarah? Ah, Sarah starts working at my house today. How could I forget? Oh, fuck me sideways; my head is so heavy. My heart is beating with worry as Jessica wakes up after me. I intend to close her mouth before she tells Sarah what happened yesterday, as I can see upset in her eyes, and I know Sarah would hit me in the face if she didn't work here. As she leaves the room, I turn to Jessica and say it forcefully, my voice high. "Leave now, Jess." Don't make me lose patience." Jessica pouts as she grips my neck, evidently annoyed. "I don't care if you punish me; I'll stay no matter what." I groan, attempting to keep my cool as I shove her away. "Sure, go fuck yourself." Jessica slo

Henry’s POV. I'm sitting in my office, surrounded by useless paperwork. As I delve into the complexities of the paperwork spread on my desk, the weight of responsibility pounds down on me. When the door creaks open, my secretary Ivy enters the room and bats her lashes against mine. "Good morning, Mr. Lincoln," she says, her voice businesslike but her eyes lustful. "I have your schedule for the day." I nod, knowing she wants me to fuck her, but I never do. As is usual, I show my readiness to listen. "The board of directors is eager to discuss the progress of our latest ventures," Ivy says to begin. "They're particularly interested in the pharmaceutical acquisitions we've made." The meeting is planned to begin at 10 a.m." My eyes light up with enthusiasm at the possibility of navigating these dangerous seas. "Alright," I say calmly. "Let them know I'll be ready." Ivy continues, her voice franker than usual. "You must also go to Mrs. Lincoln's house at 5 p.m. today because it is