“Are you listening to anything that I’m saying, Chiara? I want to move this relationship between us along. Why bother with all the nonsense. Just go out with me tomorrow. We’ll have a nice dinner at my place, then see where it leads.” Marvin trailed a thin, slimy finger along her bare shoulder. He gave her the creeps. She turned her head to look up at him. She couldn’t help but compare him to the other men. But there was no comparison. Marvin was a two, Cash and Zane, ten pluses.
“There you are. Come with me. I have to show you this,” Heather stated, grabbing Chiara by her hand and pulling her from Marvin’s presence.
“Sorry, Mr. McShay, but I need Chiara. It’s absolutely urgent,” Heather stated to Marvin, and Chiara was so thankful.
As they laughed and moved along, a man she had never seen before bumped into her. She gasped as he grabbed her shoulders to steady her.
“So very sorry, miss. My fault completely. Are you okay?” he asked, and when she looked into his gray eyes, she felt a shot of fear grip her insides. Why would I feel fearful of a stranger?
“That’s okay. No harm done,” she replied, then memorized his features. She hadn’t seen him before, had she?
“Do I know you?” she asked him. His stare was creepy. He had even leaned closer to take a sniff of her perfume. She stepped back. Totally needed her own space from this guy.
“No. But the pleasure is all mine. Excuse me.” He turned and walked away.
“Who was that?” Heather asked.
“I have no idea. There are just too many different faces around here tonight.”
“Well, I got the lowdown on the two hunks you were drooling over.”
“Me, drooling? I think not, Heather,” Chiara said, and she hoped that no one else noticed her stares.
“They are billionaires. They run security firms and take over companies that are failing or need monetary backing.”
Could they be interested in taking over the company? Oh my God, no wonder why they were so nice and flirted with me! Those sons of bitches.
The anger filled her immediately. Their charms wouldn’t work on her again. They definitely couldn’t be trusted.
Chapter 3
Zane and Cash met up with their friends at The Phantom, a nightclub. As they sat back and listened to Hudson and Jagger rag on Stone and Emerson, Nash and Riker walked into the rom.
“Whoa, Chastity let you come?” Stone teased, and then Jagger high-fived him as the others laughed.
“Okay, tough guys. You’re just jealous that’s all,” Riker stated then took a seat at the large poker table. He placed his glass of scotch down onto the green velvet table. Flynn and Jett had the best of everything, including the hottest club this side of Queens.
“Jealous? Of what? Being tied down to one woman, asking permission to hang out with my friends. Yeah, I’m fucking jealous,” Stone stated then shook his head as he stared at his cards.
His best friend, Emerson, gave Stone a shove. “You know that you like Chastity. These two fucking hit the jackpot. Now let’s get down to taking all their fucking money tonight. I’m feeling lucky,” Emerson said and they laughed.
Cash tried his hardest to focus on the games they played, and after losing a few rounds, he thought about the Costiano deal. Robert Costiano sure did want to move things along yet ensure his daughter’s position in the company and make certain that she was protected. He said he was tired of getting threats from competitors, and a few deliveries had been screwed up or messed with. He knew that Cash and Zane would offer top dollar for his company, but there was more going on here. Robert confided in Cash and Zane about threats and about pictures of his daughter. They hadn’t seen the pictures, but Robert expressed that they were too close for comfort. Her sitting by the pool at her condominium complex or her jogging in the park and then through the woods.
He was scared, and he wanted to take action. They went as far as discussing security for her, but he declined. He told them that as soon as the business was sold, the threats would probably stop.
Cash didn’t like it and neither did Zane.
“Hey, Cash, Zane, I heard through the grapevine that you may be getting into the fish business,” Jett said, as he threw down his cards and folded. Zane won that hand, and Stone and Riker were complaining.
“What?” Zane asked.
“Yeah, you thinking of buying out Costiano’s?” Flynn asked.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Word travels fast. Heard there are a few other bigwigs interested. That business has great potential,” Flynn added.
“We haven’t agreed to anything. It wasn’t public information that he was considering selling,” Cash stated. He was annoyed. If people found out then Costiano would get hounded, this could turn into a bidding war, and Cash didn’t do that shit. He knew how much a business was worth, and there was no reason to go overboard just to snag it. Not unless the payoff was well worth it and then some.
“Doesn’t that guy have family? Aren’t there any kids to take it over?” Jagger asked, then threw down his cards and slammed his hand on the table. He wasn’t happy about any of the cards he’d been dealt yet.
“Just a daughter,” Zane stated, and Cash looked at him. Neither man could get Chiara off their minds. She was stunning, tough, and definitely not happy about her father’s ideas for the company.
“Chiara Costiano is a knockout. She’s sharp, too, and generous. She raised a lot of money last year for Sloan-Kettering. Her mom died of cancer,” Jett stated.
“How do you know her?” Zane asked, and Cash could tell by the smirks that went around the room that Zane was interested.
Jett looked at his brother Flynn and smiled.
“We attend a lot of events. She has one this Saturday actually. It’s at the Waldorf Astoria. They’re expecting a huge turnout,” Flynn said.
“We got that invite, remember Zane?” Cash asked him.
“Yeah. I guess we’ll be going. How about you two?” Zane asked Flynn and Jett.
“Probably,” Flynn said as there was a knock at the door. Flynn told the person to come in and Adelina walked in.
The guys all said hello, and Cash laughed as both Flynn and Jett appeared annoyed. Was it him or did Cash’s good friends Jett and Flynn have a thing for Adelina, their club manager? She was a very attractive woman and young. As young as Chastity. And it was strange, but as he thought about Adelina, Chiara popped into his head.
When he and Cash had tried to talk to her later in the night, she gave them the cold shoulder then disappeared. The woman had an attitude. Even that aroused Zane. Tomorrow, they would do a walk-through at the company along with Robert Costiano. Now that should be interesting.
“Hey, just an FYI, the word is that other businessmen are interested in the company,” Jett told Zane and Cash.
“Like who?” Cash asked.
“Men that can put some serious pressure on them. You may have to kick it old-school,” Jett told them.
He wondered if he were talking about the mafia groups. There were the Italians, the Cubans, the Spanish, and the Asians. There were so many of them, and with that key seaport location, even the independents might come snooping.
“It’s got key location for importing. If you know what I mean,” Flynn hinted.
“Yeah, we know that. But since we’re legit and don’t import drugs or illegal contraband, it will be used for shipments of seafood. It’s actually a really smart investment. Zane is considering keeping it,” Cash told them, and they all looked at Zane like he was crazy.
“What do you fucking know about fish?” Jagger asked very seriously.
“I know what I need to know. That’s why you have employees. They run it for you,” Zane replied.
“Is it worth the headache?” Emerson asked.
“I can get Jett, Flynn, Nash, and Riker fresh seafood at family prices for the clubs. How about that?” Zane teased.
“Sounds good, ’cause seafood is fucking expensive and everyone loves
it,” Riker stated.
“Yeah, especially on the hibachi grills Chastity had installed in the tables. Those tables are booked months in advance. It’s nuts,” Nash told them.
“It was brilliant. Chastity is brilliant, that’s what I don’t understand,” Jagger stated.
“What does that mean?” Nash asked.
“Why the fuck is she with you two numb nuts, when she could be with me?”
Jagger ducked as a bowl of pretzels went flying at his head. They all laughed.
Cash’s phone went off and he answered it as they began playing cards.
Cash looked at Zane. “We need to go. There’s a potential situation.”
“What?” Emerson asked.
“Who?” Jett asked.
“Chiara. She’s nowhere to be found and someone threatened to take her.”
* * * *
Chiara was standing under the spray of water in the shower. She was tired and high-strung, especially after hearing Heather talk about her latest sex fest.
The entire time Heather described being taken in every way by two men, Chiara kept thinking about Cash and Zane.
She was so turned on right now, despite the fact that they could potentially take over the family company. She couldn’t get them out of her head.
She trailed her fingers down her taut belly. Closing her eyes, she thought of them. Zane, and his dark, black hair, exotic blue eyes, and perfect muscles. She imagined him standing before her, naked, with his long, thick cock in his hands waiting for her to taste him.
Her lips parted as her fingers slowly crept closer to her pussy lips. Then she imagined Cash. He was the quiet one. So serious and in control. She could practically feel his large, firm hands on her hips, then his fingers on her breasts. Chiara pressed a finger up into her pussy. She felt the moisture. She was turned on from just thinking about them.
She began to slowly push in and out of her channel. When one digit wasn’t enough, she added a second and then a third. She felt the tightness in her belly, and so badly she wanted to find relief. In and out, she panted for each breath, then widened her thighs, pressed one hand palm forward against the wall as she thrust her hips against her fingers.
Zane and Cash were both there watching her, stroking their cocks as she stroked her cunt. She was right there. Almost there.
She exploded in pleasure. She rode out the small orgasm, brought on by her own ministrations, but ultimately found her release. She panted and tried to relax as she pulled her fingers from her wet cunt, and felt the ache there from her hard thrusts. So badly she wished it were Cash and Zane’s cocks instead of her fingers.
The thought seemed to bring her instantly back to the present.
They weren’t hers to enjoy. They were men, just like the others, out to land the company. They liked to fuck women together. That was what Sasha said. Chiara couldn’t let her guard down long enough for one of them, never mind both.
The sounds of banging brought her completely out of her fog. She turned off the shower faucets and stepped out of the custom shower. Grabbing a towel to dry off, she then pulled on a fluffy black robe before running her fingers through her hair. The banging continued.
Now her cell phone was ringing, and the main line in the condo.
She answered it as she approached the living room.
“Chiara! Oh thank God. Are you okay? Where the hell are you?”
“I’m home. I was in the shower.”
“Jesus. Did Cash and Zane get there?” her father asked her.
“Cash and Zane?” she asked as the banging continued.
“Yes. When they get there, let them in. Jesus, I was so scared. Let them in to check everything out. It’s going to be fine.”
She walked toward the door, wondering what in God’s name was happening. She peeked through the peephole on the door and saw both men. They looked pissed.
Slowly she opened up the door.
“Are you okay?” Zane asked first. Both men entered with guns drawn, searching her condo.
“What is going on?”
Cash placed his gun behind his back and into a holster or something there. He was dressed in black dress pants and a button-down burgundy shirt. The first few buttons were undone, and he looked sexy.
As Zane came quickly back into the room, stating there was an all clear, she got a good look at him.
Instantly embarrassment hit her face. If they only knew what she had been up to.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Cash asked.
“What about the fucking door. We were banging on it,” Zane added, placing one hand on his hip as he looked her over.
She clutched the robe to her chest. “I was showering.” They stood a foot apart and directly in front of her. She was barefoot, and these men were huge. Suddenly, her pussy came back to life again. She closed her legs and nibbled her bottom lip.
Zane looked her over. “Your father called us.”
She held his gaze. “I know. He just called me.”
“Then maybe when he gets here we can discuss some options in security for you. This place is a fucking joke,” Cash told her as he glanced around the room, then back at her. Now he was staring at the fluffy robe and her wet hair.
She probably looked a mess. She reached up and pulled her hair to one side, using her fingers as a comb to control the unruly locks.
“This condominium complex has great security.”
“Really?” Cash asked. He turned around, walked toward the door, and picked up the manila envelope on the floor.
He undid the clip and pulled out what appeared to be large pictures.
His eyes widened and then he looked at her again. Zane walked closer. He whistled.
“Think there are prints on it?”
“No fucking way.” Cash replied.
“What are those?” she asked, taking a step forward, but Zane placed his arm up to block her. She shoved his arm aside.
“Obviously, those were meant for me to see. Now hand them over.”
“I think we should wait for your father to get here,” Cash told her.
“Hand over the fucking envelope,” she stated firmly. Both men widened their eyes then took on completely different facial expressions. It was like her use of the word “fuck” stirred something inside of them.
She stepped forward and pulled them from Cash’s hand.
She turned around and paused as her eyes landed on the first eight-by-ten photograph. She had just gotten out of the pool. She was wearing her white string bikini. She only wore that when she was tanning.
“You look good in white,” Zane whispered over her shoulder.
She swung around toward him.
“Where did you get these?”
Zane crossed his arms in front of his massive chest of muscles. “They were on the door when we arrived. Looks like someone has been watching you.”
“How do I know that these aren’t from you two?”
Cash and Zane didn’t even seem to react to her accusation, but then Zane spoke. “Baby, if we took pictures of you, we’d get really close, and you would be completely naked. Those pictures are from about fifty yards away, and taken with a high-powered lens.”
She was shocked at his arrogance, yet her gut told her that he was probably telling the truth. They were into security and stuff.
There was a knock at the door, and Cash opened it.
“Chiara. Thank God that you’re okay.” Her father pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“I’m fine,” she began to say when he pulled the pictures she was holding from her hands.
“Where did you get these?”
“They were left for her,” Cash told him.
Costiano ran his fingers through his hair.
“Pack your things. You’re coming back to the estate with me.”
“The hell I am. You need to explain what in the world is going on, and why you called these two men,” she stated, flipping her hand up toward Zane and Cash.
“I got a call at the house. Someone threatened to take you from me.”
“What?” she asked, now filled with concern and fear.
“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” her father stated.
“Nothing for me to be concerned about? I don’t think so. Tell me what is really going on here.”
Her father stared at her. “I can’t.”
She released an annoyed sigh. “You can’t, or you won’t?”
“Let me handle this my way, Chiara.” Her father turned toward Zane and Cash.
“I want to hire you two to provide security for Chiara.”
“What?” Chiara asked.
She was in shock as she looked at Cash and Zane. There was no way this was happening. As she stared at Zane, he gave her a very cocky look before looking her body over. She gave him the evil eye and he raised one eyebrow at her in a very seductive and cute way. She could kick herself for falling for his playboy tactics.
“I do not need bodyguards,” she told them.
“You will have security wherever you go.”
“Perhaps we should discuss this tomorrow morning at your office,” Cash suggested. At least someone was acting sane.
“Pack a bag, Chiara,” her father told her.
“Absolutely not. I am not going to leave my home. Not because some pervert decided to leave some pictures of me in a bikini taken at over fifty yards away with some high-powered lens. No way. I’ll stay here. I can handle it.”
Zane just stared at her and her use of his facts from earlier about the lens.
“I don’t like this. They could be out there waiting for us to leave,” her father said.
“We’ll discuss this tomorrow, Daddy.”
He stared at her a moment, his eyes filled with concern. He walked closer, placed his hands on her shoulders, and held her gaze. “Please be careful. We’ll all meet tomorrow in the conference room. Zane and Cash will be there first thing anyway.”
He kissed her forehead and began to head toward the door.
“Why would they be there?” she asked before he opened the door.
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