by Nicole Casey
Prologue
DYLAN
It was just another day at the office. I was bored to hell. If this next client didn’t have anything good on the table, I was going to just quit this day and spend my time at Mercury Wild. I was sure the other guys had some fun ideas. Well, anything was better than the drab I had to deal with here.
“Mr. Bernard,” my secretary called on the machine. “Mr. Vergara and his daughter are here. They want to take the Mulberry property.”
Fuck. Did I just complain about this being a slow day? Well, that instantly changed everything. The Mulberry property was one of the most expensive estates my company had and we definitely wanted to sell it to an investor before its value depreciated.
“All right, Holly, let them in,” I instructed. “After that cancel everything I have for today. Let Joseph take my cases if I still have any right now. Do I have anything?”
“Just the Corman deal,” she replied. “I’ll let Joseph know. The Vergaras are coming in now, boss.”
I took the little time I had left to fix my suit, adjust my blue necktie and take a sip of my coffee before they entered.
The door creaked open and in walked Mr. Joel Vergara, a reputable old man who knew where to put his money. This was the first time I ever got to do business with him but not exactly the first time we’ve met. We did get to shake hands once during the opening of Mercury Wild as we both financed the bar.
Joel was a little man, very thin and frail with white hair and big blue eyes. He was probably in his sixties by now.
Right behind was his daughter. I felt my breath get knocked right out of me the moment I laid eyes on her. She was smoking hot, standing maybe five-feet-two, had piercing green eyes that she probably inherited from her mother and a tight, firm body I could already imagine how good it would be to have one night with her.
Her hips swayed with every step as if she was seducing me just with her very presence, and my eyes naturally lingered on her giant tits, thanks to the revealing low neckline of her red suit. She had naturally light brown hair that accentuated the milky white tone of her skin and the red lipstick she wore.
“Have a seat,” I offered as I kept my eyes on her. I then diverted my attention back to Joel and shook his hand, “Welcome to Bernard Realty. It’s really nice to finally do business with you, Mr. Vergara. I’m a huge fan.”
The old man smiled as he shook my hand and took a seat, “Same here. I’m really excited about this property. I’ve been trying to get a hold of something as big and within the city limits for a good year or two now.”
I acknowledged that with a wave and said, “So, what do you plan to do with a place that big? It’s technically an old manor but you could turn it into a commercial lot if you want.”
He then turned to his daughter, who had been taking notes and then turned back to me, “Well, the truth is we want to build a new hospital there. If it was just me I couldn’t afford the estate but I here represent a few other investors and we’re aiming to put together what we can, ain’t that right Cherry?”
Joel looked over at his daughter and she simply smiled back without saying a word.
“The spot is ideal for a hospital,” I replied, hoping I could put on my business face while still getting a few chances to stare at Cherry. I opened my drawer and pulled out a map of the town, and then I pointed at the location of the property. “It’s close to a few residential neighborhoods while still standing only a few blocks away from downtown. It’s also a bigger lot than the one the local general hospital uses so you’ll have a big business advantage if you use that space for newer, better medical equipment and labs.”
The old man considered it for a moment and then nodded, “You push a hard bargain. I like everything you’re pointing out but there is the fact that it costs millions of dollars. It’s on the cusp of what my associates and I can afford.”
Cherry glanced at me, pulled her father in and then whispered something into his ear. The old man listened carefully and after a while, he looked at me and said, “Perhaps we can continue negotiating this. I really want to purchase it and I don’t want it to go to anyone else. If someone else bought the property, they might just use it as a mansion or build a mall.”
“It’s likely going to be a mall if someone else gets it,” I pointed out. “Look, how about I lower the offered price if you can provide a forty percent down payment in cash and within the next two months?”
Joel and Cherry took a moment to discuss it. I didn’t want to rush them so I sat back and patiently sipped on my drink while preparing some papers they’d have to sign if they indeed wanted to push forward with it.
“We like the idea,” Joel then said when he turned back to me. “However, I have a few business meetings in Southeast Asia and I won’t be able to complete the transactions if they have to be dealt with so hastily. If it would be okay with you to continue this transaction with my daughter Cherry then we’re all set.”
I looked at her one more time, hoping I could read her thoughts and emotions. She looked back at me. For a moment, I was caught by surprise but soon I noticed something. She, too, seemed to be reading me.
For that very brief moment, our gazes locked and I felt like a river of warm summer water swirled us in together. She looked even more beautiful with each passing second.
“I am okay with that,” I then said when I broke our gaze and turned back to Joel. “When will you leave? I’ll have these documents ready within the week.”
“Oh, I’m leaving here by Monday morning,” he answered.
It was late afternoon on a Thursday right now. If I hurried and got these documents processed quickly tomorrow I could get them ready by Monday.
“That’s fine,” I told him. “I’ll have everything ready by then. If it’s okay with you, I’ll go with you to the airport this Monday, have you sign an affidavit and then spend the rest of the day with Cherry so we can go through the rest of the transaction.”
They both nodded.
“All right then,” I said as I took a contract and handed it to Joel. “Please just sign this contract here. This contract states that the property is currently on hold from the market for the next fifteen days. If our transaction doesn’t hit a conclusion within that period the contract expires and I’ll put the property back for sale.”
Joel didn’t find any issues and he signed. He then signed a separate contract confirming any decisions and signatures by his daughter were done in his power. I took a copy of that as well.
Once all the papers were signed I shook his hand and reached out to shake Cherry’s hand too, “Thank you.”
She looked at me for a second and with a slightly nervous move, she reached forward to accept the shake. I gripped her hand and marveled at how soft it was. The mere touch of her skin on mine was turning me on.
“Thank you too,” she finally said something out loud and damn did I feel so horny. Her voice was soft but sultry. It was like her every word was an erotic moan, like a cat purring for attention.
I let go of her hand and gave her a soft nod, feeling a little glad knowing I would still get to spend some time with her in the next few days.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you when I get back,” Joel said once he was done signing all the necessary papers. “Thank you so much for all the help. I really hope this transaction pushes through. I trust my daughter will do everything she can to fulfill any requirements you have.”
“I promise, daddy,” Cherry then said.
The way she said it sent chills up and down my spine. I wanted her to say that line to me. Ugh, I could already feel my cock getting a little stiff just from her voice.
I opened the office door and saw them out. As they walked through the doors I bid them farewell, “Have a good weekend. I’ll see you both this Monday morning.”
Joel continued on out, wobbling with every step, but to my delight and surprise, Cherry took a moment to pause and look back. She was shocked to see me staring back at her but instead
of shying away, she merely locked her gaze once again with mine.
I didn’t blink or look away until she finally turned back around and followed her father out of the hall.
1
Cherry
“Sweetie, please don’t forget to file the documents for the Mulberry and then to print out the stock shifts this month for Mercury Wild,” my dad called out as he headed to his room.
It was still Friday night but he already wanted to pack his things.
Old men have weird habits, I guess.
“Don’t worry, daddy, I got it all covered!” I shouted back as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was feeling a little hungry so I took the time to make myself a ham sandwich and get a glass of orange juice.
Once I had everything ready, I headed back upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door. Afterwards, I changed out of my clothes and tossed my bra off to the side. To get comfortable, I decided to stick with my favorite white nightgown.
As I sat down on the bed and turned my laptop on, I couldn’t help but once again picture Dylan Bernard in my head.
Oh God, he’s so freaking hot.
He was so tall – maybe around six-feet-four or so – and he was so damn handsome! Whenever I closed my eyes I could still picture his sleek dark brown hair, black eyes and the way his big body moved with every step he took. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s figure – no, he seemed more like a practical man – but was leaner with firm muscles. He could be practicing martial arts or maybe was into extreme sports.
The best thing about him was his stare.
Since the moment my father and I walked into his office he gave me this stern look like he was stripping me naked. Before we left, I dared to look around and look at him and he was staring back.
It was like looking into the eyes of a vampire. Well, a vampire I was willing to let his teeth sink deep into my neck.
Munching down on my sandwich I turned my laptop on and began checking my email and Facebook. It was a little bit of a chore just to slog through all my friends’ posts. It was a little annoying to see all my friends posting pictures together with their boyfriends and husbands. And here I was, single and alone.
“Dylan Bernard,” I mumbled to myself. A light bulb flashed in my head and I tried to search him up online. As expected, he didn’t have a public Facebook I could just add and message but he did have a LinkedIn profile and a Twitter account. I stalked his pages a little but instead of finding juicy pictures I only saw his posts about business deals and the like.
Even then I couldn’t help but stare at his profile picture. It was just a standard formal photo but he still managed to make it look so hot. The buttons of his dress shirt were slightly undone and it was enough to make me fantasize what his chest and abs looked like.
“Fuck,” I mumbled when I couldn’t handle simply staring at him. I reached down for my bag and took out a small notebook and pen. I intended to use this to take down notes for my father’s transactions but this had to take priority.
Quickly I began to jot down exactly what I thought of him.
I could imagine his big, heavy hands crushing me and pushing me down on the bed. Oh God! That would be exciting. Once he had me down I’d wiggle and squirm only for him to push me back in place and then smother me with his lips. I’d fight back a little, of course, just for fun and then eventually give in to his kisses.
With his body on top of mine, I’d feel his weight and his muscles pressing down on me, crushing my little form. I’d feel his chest press against my breasts and his legs brush against mine.
Between my legs, I felt the moisture and heat begin to burn and the effects were taking a toll on me.
I bit down on my lip as I started imagining how Dylan looked without his shirt and just how big and yummy his cock was.
I couldn’t help it. I had to start browsing the Internet for pictures and porn videos. I loved thinking about sex but I never actually did it before.
It wasn’t long until I felt my own finger reach down and slide between the moist folds of my pussy. My sex was warm and with every touch, I gasped and began to moan out in pleasure. As I did, I pictured Dylan’s face and how his strong features would twist in pleasure while he takes me for his own.
Quickly I jotted down every detail, every fantasy.
I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to blindfold me, gag me and plow his way into me. I wanted him to squeeze my tits while I rode his cock, sitting on top of him on his lap. I wanted him to call my name and call me his while our bodies melted together in the night.
My chest was starting to heave up and down. That was when I realized I was little out of breath merely from my own imagination.
I was soaked in my own sweat and when I reached down below I realized I had reached my orgasm. My juices, sticky and warm, had flowed between my legs.
“Oh shit,” I gasped softly when I realized just how slutty I looked. I was down on the bed, drenched from my fantasies. When I checked how much I had written I was shocked to see I filled over ten pages of naughty kinks and narrations of what I wanted Dylan to do to me.
I had to clean up. Once I caught my breath, I got back up and headed to the bathroom. There I took a long, hot shower so I could relax and calm my mind. As the water dripped down on my body, I had the time to just shut my eyes and ponder about what I had to do – the real things I had to do.
For one thing, I had to start preparing those papers. Dylan was going to have everything ready by Monday and I needed to get our end of the deal ready. Dad was leaving soon and I needed to make sure all of the investors were on board with the decision for the land we chose.
By the time I was done with my shower, it was already a little late into the night. I still had time to make some popcorn and watch a movie online but before all that, I got back to my drawer and started working. There was a lot to finish but most of the hard work was already done. I just needed to go through these papers, audit the transactions and then check if the signatures were right.
As I worked, my mind drifted.
I couldn’t help but think about this coming Monday. I was going to spend an entire day with him. I was going to be alone with him.
I bit down on my lip as I started to fantasize how I could – or would – seduce him. Maybe I’d unbutton my shirt a little to tease him with my cleavage. Maybe I could wear a really short skirt. Maybe I’d get to press my body up against his. Maybe we’d end up with him picking me up, slamming me down on a table and then fucking me right then and there.
Oh, there were endless possibilities!
My mind was going wild. I had to stop or else I wouldn’t finish my work for tonight. I had to do something or else I’d just stay here playing with myself.
“Ah screw this,” I finally said as I decided to pick up my work and continue it down in the living room. At least there I couldn’t waste time. My dad could come down at any moment. I wouldn’t want him to catch me with my hands down groping my pussy and tits.
“Just get this shit done,” I reminded myself.
Pulling my grit together, I focused on my work and continued on for another hour or so. By the time I was done my father was asleep but I still had time to just lie down back in the room and watch on Netflix.
I managed to push Dylan out of my mind and soon enough I drifted to sleep, clutching my work and my notebook of fantasies in my hand.
2
Cherry
The rest of the weekend went by so quickly that I didn’t even realize it was Monday until my dad woke me up early in the morning. He rattled on my door and didn’t stop until I called out to him.
“Dad, I’m awake!” I shouted.
“Hurry up, we need to go,” he told me from the other side of the door. “I’ve got to sign those papers for Mr. Bernard.”
Oh, Mr. Bernard – merely hearing his name sent a chill down my spine. I quickly sat up and shouted back, “I’ll be down in a minute. I’ll just take a quick shower.”
“Okay, we
’ll just grab breakfast on the road,” my dad answered and I then heard him walk away. He probably didn’t have time to cook and I didn’t feel like it either.
Instantly, I hopped out of the bed and got into the shower. I rushed through most of my morning routines except when it was time to sit in front of the mirror. I took as much time as needed to make sure my hair was done right, to make sure I wore the right pair of earrings and to apply the sexiest looking red lipstick I could find.
By the time I was done, I took a moment to check how I looked in the mirror. Wearing a simple sleeveless and strapless black mini-dress, I kind of looked like I was going to party at a club or something.
The dress was so short too; it barely covered my ass. I wore a pair of red lacy thongs underneath instead of the usual cotton panties so that my underwear wouldn’t press against the dress. To finish off my attire I put on a pair of black high heel sandals that laced slightly above my ankles.
“Sweetie, what are you wearing?” my father asked when he saw what I was wearing. He was in the kitchen, sipping his coffee. In his other hand, he was holding the keys to his car, his luggage and the house.
“Huh? Uh, oh, I’m heading over to Margie’s place later and we might hang out at Mercury Wild,” I answered. I could only hope he didn’t figure out I was trying to dress up for Dylan.
Fortunately, he just gave me one more doubtful look and then cast his attention back to his coffee. I was going to make my own cup but I didn’t want to ruin my lipstick. It still needed a good five minutes or so before it would seal in and not smudge.
So I waited. I whipped out my phone and lazily checked my social media accounts until my father, at last, finished his coffee and said it was time to go. By then my hair was beginning to dry and I had to apply powder again on my face and neck.
After a while, I was finally happy with how I looked. I hopped into the car and waited as my dad got in and drove us out.