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When they finished, Daniella cleared the table and washed the plates, then retired back to the sitting room. Leonard had finished his drink.He got up and headed to the kitchen."Where are you going?" Daniella asked."Get some alcohol." He replied and left for the kitchen. Daniella settled down and continued to sip her drink.As Daniella was waiting for him, she couldn't help but begin to think of the possible positions Leonard would keep her in."Shouldn't I be getting... fucked by now? He should be pounding me right now." She thought. She wasn't even remorseful that she was thinking that in Desmond's house. Though that is exactly what Leonard had in mind when he showed up with his bag. To have Daniella dressed all slutty and bent over for him. Hair pulled, ass spanked, neck grabbed?A few minutes later, Leonard entered the living room again, this time holding the glass of wine Daniella left out in one hand and another beer in his other hand."You need to drink more wine." Leonard sai

Leonard climbed up to the bed and pulled her pantie off. He positioned himself in between her thighs and placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy."Ohhh!" Daniella moaned as he began to sink his dick into her. He felt her pussy tight as if it had been long since she had have sex. He continued to penetrate her until she took all his length. Slowly, Leonard began to fuck, going in and out."Your pussy is so tight. That dumbass must have a small dick." Leonard said and increased his pace a bit.Leonard was thrusting deeper and harder into Daniella as she moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into his back. The bed creaked rhythmically with each powerful stroke."Ohh fuuuck yesss..." Daniella panted, her voice high-pitched with euphoria. "Don't stop, baby, right there! You feel so good inside me... Ahhhh!"Just then, the shrill ringing of a phone interrupted their passionate escapade. Daniella's eyes snapped open. "Fuck, is that..."Leonard glanced over at the nightstand and snorted.

In the evening time, the gleaming conference room was abuzz with the chatter of affluent business leaders as they filed in for the quarterly business meeting. Desmond strode confidently into the room, his designer suit and Rolex watch exuding an air of success.He made his way to the front of the room where the other attendees were mingling together and sipping their champagne. Desmond was about to grab a glass for himself when a familiar figure caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat as a wave of emotions washed over him—shock, anger, disbelief. It was her again. Anabel, his ex-wife. But how? She was working as a lowly janitor in Orton's group. And now, here she was, rubbing shoulders with the crème de la crème of the business world."What in the hell is she doing here? Was she invited to work as a junior in the conference room? But she just started a few weeks ago."Desmond marched over, his Italian loafers clicking against the marble floor. "Anabel? What the hell are you doing here

"I can easily believe that you are a staff member in Orton's group who looked like the CEO's son. Don't patrol yourself as the son of Sir. Orton. The real Jethro cannot bring himself down to befriend a janitor. Janitor is among the lowest class of job in a company. A man in that level can't have anything to do with a lowly janitor." Desmond said and Jethro shook his head and laughed."So that is what you think? The last time I checked, we are all human beings. And if things work that way, it means that you are not supposed to be talking to me. Because you are not on my level. So don't push me to the wall. I can mess your life up with a call." Jethro said, and Anabel could see he was serious. Anabel knew her brother so well. He is just like her father, ruthless and quick to action."Just forget about him. I don't want you to harm him. Just…just leave him. He is acting out of ignorance." Anabel said."Why are you begging him as if he's the true Jethro? Both of you cannot deceive me. And

As the crowd was congratulating Anabel, Desmond's mind whirled with questions."How the hell did she get the money to bid a hundred million? Is she really Anabel Orton? What secret is she hiding from me?" She stared at Anabel, who was smiling at the people congratulating her. Some other people are trying to know who she really is. How can the highest bidder be unknown?It got to a point Desmond could not hold it any longer. His face reddened with skepticism. He had analyzed everything and concluded that her bid was not real."She is not real!" He spoke up. "She doesn't represent anyone or have any business," he declared, his voice echoing through the conference hall. "She can't possibly have the funds to back up that bid. She doesn't just want me to get it because of personal issues."Anabel didn't look disturbed or startled. Her expression remained serene, but a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. "I assure you, Desmond, this is real, and you have lost already. Just accept it and fo