Billionaire bargain

His touch

Chapter 4

His Touch

Clinton demands to see you. Mrs Veronica told me Boeing as usual. Today was a Saturday, which means I had enough time to rest. But now that my presence is needed I realize today was going to be a long day.

Clinton gazed at me with lust written all over his face.

He held me strongly slowly moving his hands down to my breast.

I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan, closing my eyes. Unlike last time, Clinton was being gentle .

He picked me up, placing me on his king size bed. His mouth mumbling on my n****e.

Despite being touched by Clinton with approval I could help but want more.

Two of his fingers slide fingering me. I kept on moaning uncontrollably.

I looked at him eye to eye and let out the words that I have been dying to say. “ I want to feel you inside of me “ ..

And with that he slid his c**k inside of me pounding me uncontrollably………….

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Monday Morning

It was the day Clinton had been working towards his entire life , the moment he would finally be officially named as the heir to the Jorge family empire. Rumors had been moving around for weeks leading up to this board meeting, creating a palpable tension within the ranks.

Clinton was really excited when the car stopped at the big office building. He looked like a predator ready to pounce, with his eyes shining with ambition and a mean kind of happiness. He wanted to take charge and control everyone, especially his brother Marcus, who he didn't get along with lately.

As we walked through the lobby, I felt everyone's eyes on me. They saw me as the last piece in Clinton's plan to become powerful . a wife he chose just to have a child with. Some people looked at me with disgust and whispered mean things about our marriage, showing how they thought it was only about power, not love.

The board meeting was pretty normal, with the usual hidden threats and compliments to stroke people's egos. When Jorge Senior, their uncle said Clinton was the next leader, everyone went quiet. It felt like everything was hanging on a delicate thread of silence for a really long moment. Apparently Clinton and marcus are both orphans that has been fighting to be the heir for the longest of time.

Immediately the announcement was made, all hell broke loose.

"You old bastard!" The yelp came from Marcus as he burst through the doors, face ruddy with heavy rage. "You can't seriously let this whoremonger take control!"

There was chaos as Jorge's bodyguards tried to stop Marcus. But Clinton just relaxed, looking satisfied, not even reacting when a heavy ashtray flew past us and smashed against the wall.

"Enough!" Jorge Senior's strong voice finally broke through the chaos, making everyone look at him. "I've made my decision. Clinton has shown he's worthy to continue our legacy."

He pointed at Marcus, who was still angry. "You've lost control, son. You're a letdown to our family."

The words burst out simultaneously, further enraging Marcus. As he rounded his brother, his eyes looked hunting, shocked.

"This isn't over yet, you arrogant prick," he spat at Clinton, bits of spit flying from his lips. "If you think you'll get enough of setting this little w***e up, you're dumber than I ever thought!"

Clinton's only response was a soft smile and he smirked with no irony as she patted me on the shoulder with her authoritative hand. I was relieved that at least I achieved one of the task given to me. He was now the sole owner of the company.

It was obvious that Marcus's silent threat was clear. His angry outburst gave a reason for others to take revenge on him by targeting me.

"Let's see, little brother," was Clinton's weak reply, though his eyes flashed at his promise of terrible revenge. "Now I suggest you look elsewhere and vent your frustration."

After those rumors spread, George's security team eventually escorted the embarrassed Marcus out. A tense quiet filled the room as powerful people gathered, sensing a big change was happening and not knowing what would come next.

Immediately after Marcus was dragged out, we heard a loud bang. Fear enveloped me as I frantically looked around to see where Clinton had gone. Suddenly, I felt a hand curl around my neck, a gun pointed straight at my face.

"Let her go!" Clinton's voice rang out from across the room. He had Marcus's girlfriend Lily in a hostage grip, his own gun trained on her.

Relief flooded me that Clinton was still there and seemingly on my side, but it was short-lived as the cold barrel dug painfully into my skin. Tears welled up in my eyes. Was this how my life was destined to eternally unfold? From living a life of slavery at my father’s house to living a life of fear.

Security started trooping in at the sound of the commotion. With their arrival, Marcus released his grip on me and I crumpled to the floor in a sobbing heap, legs giving out from the sheer psychological torment.

Through the blur of tears, I felt Clinton's arms wrap around me, pulling me into an unexpected embrace as he murmured hushed reassurances against my hair. "It's alright, you're safe now. I'm sorry..."

His words were almost tender, shocking me with this unusual softness compared to the brutality he normally displayed. As security pulled Marcus and Lily away, Clinton simply held me tighter, one hand soothingly stroking my back.

I didn't understand this abrupt shift in his attitude . It's hard to say for sure. It could be a glimpse of his better side, free from negative influences. But it's also possible it was just another way to manipulate me, to make me trust him again before more trouble.

Either way, I shakily clung to him in those moments, grateful for any comfort he was offering.. His comforting presence was the only relief I had from the intense struggle for control over me, driven by the Jorge brothers' relentless desire for power and control.

The break from the chaos was short-lived and probably driven by Clinton's own interests rather than real concern for me. Still, it helped me hold myself together amid the ongoing family conflict... at least for the time being.

No matter what happened next, I knew things would get worse with Clinton. He saw me as a tool to hurt Marcus, showing how he controlled his brother. This meant my suffering would only get worse as he tried to completely break me.

The loud noise of Clinton's phone interrupted our moment together. He quickly changed back to his usual cold self and moved away from me.

With a frustrated sound, he took out his phone and answered sharply, asking what was wrong. I nervously watched as his face went from annoyed to satisfied with whatever he heard. When he hung up, he looked at me with a creepy smile.

"It seems my brother is causing trouble again," he said calmly as he fixed his messy clothes. "He's making a scene in public about some decisions."

The unclear words made me feel really uneasy. I knew I'd have to be part of whatever trouble Marcus caused, and Clinton would make sure of it.

When Clinton reached out his hand, I knew he wanted me to go with him. "Come on, pet. It's time you saw how our family works," he said firmly.

I had to go along, feeling like I was walking into a big storm. Clinton planned to use me against Marcus.

The car ride was quiet except for Clinton telling the driver where to go. I didn't dare ask questions, knowing how Clinton could react if I upset him.

When we got to the fancy hotel next to the Jorge Enterprises office, I saw why Marcus was causing a scene. He was having what looked like a press meeting in the lobby, seeming really out of control. Reporters and people stared, not sure what to do.

"It's crazy that our family's name is being ruined by people with no morals!" Marcus yelled, looking really angry and upset. "My brother and his bad ideas will destroy everything our ancestors worked for!"

People gasped as Marcus pointed at me and Clinton, like he was blaming us for everything.

"There they are - the rich guy and his new partner!" Marcus shouted, looking really angry. "She's just another way he's ruining our family name!"

I will see…

Before Marcus could say anything else, strong security guards grabbed him and took him away. He fought back, but it didn't help. As they took him, Marcus shouted one last scary threat to everyone around.

You hear me Jorge?! I'll burn it all down before I let your devil w***e breed any unnatural heirs to continue this atrocity!"

The lobby went quiet, and everyone stared at Clinton and me with shock and disapproval. Our messy family drama was now on display for everyone to see.

When I finally looked at Clinton, I saw anger in his eyes. He didn't try to explain or apologize to the shocked people watching us. Instead, he smiled a little, pulling me closer.

"You heard him," Clinton said quietly. "She's mine in every way possible."

After Clinton's chilling words, people whispered in horror, but he just walked us through the crowd without caring about their judgment.

He didn't speak until we got to the elevators, then he looked at me with a hungry look. "Marcus gave me a reason to discipline you," he said, sounding sinister. "I expect you to obey, like always."

His implication that I'd suffer for Marcus's actions weighed heavily on me. But I knew better than to object, even though I wanted to protest.

I could only look down, feeling resigned and scared as we entered the elevator, heading to face more torment under Clinton's control.