Mr president, please love me

The rule

Im tired of standing here for over five minutes to listen to the mother scolding his son and teaching him manners. I thought for a while and decided to place the files on the table and walk out.

But who will inform him about the purpose of the files or the details on them? He will scold me even more if I don’t explain. I peep at the pair and they are still at it.

They are acting like they are quarrelling but they are holding hands . What an Irony.

“Mum can you stop it. You can’t talk to me in front of my workers in that manner. They will disrespect me you know”.

Mrs. Black looks around the room and asks “where are they? Or are you talking about Jane here? She is like a family to us. Of course you don’t know because you have been busy with what

only God knows. Infact I would you learn from her. I wish you can be half as respectful as she is.” She looks at me with pride in her eyes. I just avert my gaze on the files I’m holding.

She turns to her son. “ we should go to the meeting it’s almost time” I take that as a cue to talk

“These are the files you asked for sir.” I say walking and putting the files on the table. Then I turn around to walk out.

“ you are attending the meeting Jane. You have worked for my husband and I know we might need some information in there.” Says Mrs. Black.

“Okay ma’am . Noted” I walk back to the office. Thinking if it is necessary for me to attend the meeting.

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Edwards pov

It was a almost three hours meeting but the most annoying thing have ever attended.

“Calm down son. It’s a rule and you can take advantage of it and settle down. You are not growing any younger. And don’t think I’m proud of your behaviors. No mother would wish to see there children on every news paper with different partners.” My mother said walking behind me .

“Don’t tell me you are considering that stupid rule mum? What error are we in? That’s an outdated thing.” Who do those stupid old fellows think they are?

“ That rule has been set by your own father. I don’t know what he was thinking but I’ll have to thank him for it. If it’s what it’ll take for my son to settle so be it.” I think my mum is crazy too. How does she expect me to marry within three months?

“Mum? It’s dad’s company at stake here. How can I be given three months to marry? Who will I marry? I don’t have a girlfriend to propose to. I don’t even know what love is not to talk of marriage.” I remark my concern.

“You have no option son. Unless you want your fathers sweat to go in vain. You know he valued this company more than anything else. If you don’t do it then don’t call me your mother. I loved my husband till death. And every memory we have shared matters to me including this company.” My mother says and walks out of my office.

“Mum.. mum..” I call her but she doesn’t look back. What a day. How I’m I going to get out of this and still keep my fathers company?

I want to get wasted but it’s working hours. I miss my freedom. I miss those days I could take alcohol and have good f**k without worry of time. But it’s different now.

I smack my hands on the table repeatedly to ease my frustration then an Idea clicks in my mind that makes me grin.

Why haven’t I thought of that before. Hiring someone for a contract marriage. But then the puzzle remains who would want a marriage and leave after the expiration without creating a scandal or any strings attached.? Can there be any?

The only person who clicks in my head is Sarah. A family friend. Our fathers has been business associates for as long as I can remember.

We have had s****l relations severally. She is the only woman I have had s*x with more than once. She never demanded anything in return neither has she ever showed any interest in me aside s*x.

So I make a call to make an appointment with her to talk business. Of course I’ll pay her at the end of it.

“Hi Sarah” I greet when the phone is answered from the other side. “ How are you darling. I miss you.” She laughs from the other side.

“Are you really missing me or you want to sleep with me? I know you are a businessman and you always look for benefits.” She is right. I have always had a need whenever I called and same to her.

“Of course miss you. Can you come over to my office tomorrow? Then you can judge from there.” I request.

“ Well tomorrow my schedule isn’t tight at the afternoon so I’ll come by your office.” She replies.

“ Okay then . I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye for now dear.”

“bye” she hangs up the call. Well she is smart and business minded. She is educated and beautiful. I can say she is my type. Curvy, red head. And a touch of makeup does add up the spice.

Convincing her to marry me will benefit both our businesses. So the marriage of contract won’t be bad after all. And I can get a good f**k from her.

I imagine the time we have banged and smile. I even shared her with a friend of mine. We had threesome. Whoever will marry her seriously will have to work so hard to quench her thirst for d***s.

The intercom pings and I’m back to my senses. “ Sir every department is ready for you. They are waiting for your presence. Should I call Mr. Michael to walk you round?” my secretary voice echoes that makes my smile wider.

“No. Don’t call him. I will have you do that. Get ready in five minutes” I tell her. It won’t be a bad idea to walk around with a sexy lady. I think to myself.

She walks to my office five minutes later. Then she explains where every department is situated in this seventy story building . Most of the time I’m not concentrating because I’m busy imagining thing this small mouth of hers can do.

I know I’m a pervert but this is getting out of hands. Have I gotten addicted to s*x? Or is it because since the departure of my dad I haven’t had mood for pleasure? Should I go out to a club?

“Sir?” I’m startled when she calls me. So I clear my throat.

“yeah”? It’s more of a question than answer because I didn’t hear what she said.

“I said I’m done explaining and that we can go down now. But you seemed lost in thoughts. If it’s about what the board said I trust before the time frame you’d come up with a solution so don’t worry”. She says looking in to my eyes.

My mother walked out on me but she is encouraging me. I stare at her makeup free face and I must admit she doesn’t need to add anything to her flawless skin. She looks so smooth and her lips so soft. I wonder how they’d feel on mine. I swallow hard embarrassed for thinking like that.

“ Thanks.” I tell her sincerely. “ we can go now.” I say standing. And she walks ahead of me. The suit doesn’t do justice to her figure. She is slim but curvy where necessary but it’s hidden by the clothes she’s wearing.

We have been going round the offices for the last hour and I’m exhausted. I’m disgusted by the dress cord of the ladies in this company.

90% of them have there breasts almost popping out of their cloths. Others are I’m short skirts in a way they don’t need to bend for you to see their panties.

“ Is this company a night club or something? Has my father never addressed how people should dress in office? This is a all gender company and everyone should be given a comfortable environment to work from. You can tell men are disturbed by the dress code” I couldn’t help but ask my secretary.

She bursts out laughing. “ Sir , they have been decent. But today is different because you were coming. With your reputation maybe they want to get your attention and add to your list of one night stands you know.” She continues laughing and I just look and her beautiful face all along until she realizes what she has just said.

She clamps her hand over her mouth looking at me with wide eyes. I just look at her emotionlessly. He pupil dilate and I know she is at a verge of crying.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean anything”. Her hands hang to her side and her bond is quivering. How I wish she was quivering with pleasure from my d**k or my tongue over her p***y.

I shake my head from the thought. I have never paid attention to how my s*x partners feel while I feast on them. I never tasted any p***y so why I’m I thinking about eating her up? I sigh loudly.