Yes, Uncle; Ruin Me.
My heart was still thumping against my ribs, and my body felt like it was humming even though the machine had stopped and my pussy was leaking down my thighs like a dam had been broken.
Zaydeen didn’t even look at me. He began to speak, his voice deep and authoritative, commanding the entire room’s attention.
“I can only agree to a sixty-forty split,” he said, his eyes boring into the partners. “My company is handling the entire lifecycle. We produce the gems, we source the diamonds, and we handle the final craftsmanship. You are investors because you want to attach your name to a success. You need our reputation more than we need your capital.”