Trillion dollar lie (billionaire at cross roads)

Chapter 3

Jenna’s POV

The weekend went by like a flash. I spent most of it watching series—Darius had suggested I start Peaky Blinders, and boy, it was worth the watch.

I also caught up on House of the Dragon and Wednesday. Watching Peaky Blinders, I couldn’t help but think… there’s something about dangerous men, and we girls seem drawn to them. The way Tommy Shelby moves, the way he commands respect… and yet, somehow, the danger is what makes him irresistible.

I freshened up and had my breakfast, not wanting to be late for work. As I made my way to my office, I greeted Stella, who was catching up on some gossip.

“Morning, ladies.”

“Morning, Mrs. Markfields,” Stella replied with a bright smile.

“Really, guys?” I teased.

“I heard he took you home,” Stella said, laughing as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“It was late, and he offered. I have work—catch you gossipers later,” I said, making my way toward my office.

As I settled in, updating programs on my laptop, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said.

“Good morning, Jenna."-- Ryan, he said, stepping in.

“Good morning, Ryan. How was your weekend?”

“It was fine. I wanted to ask if you could accompany me to Walthorne Tech Industries. The CEO wants to discuss the program used for the game and see if he could invest in other software.”

“Sure, Ryan, I’d love to represent the company.”

“Oh, and there’s a party at Walthorne Tech Industries tonight. They just built a new branch in Italy that starts operating next week.”

“Okay… what time is the party?”

“Tonight, eight o’clock. I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright, eight it is.”

Ryan nodded and left. I went back to work, then called Cindy.

“You’re going out with Ryan?” Cindy screamed over the phone.

“No, silly. It’s business. I’ll call you when I get back,” I said, laughing.

I got ready, wearing a white satin dress, Zara Scandal black kitten heels, my hair in a mid bun with a few strands loose, light makeup, and a black purse to accessorize.

About ten minutes later, Ryan knocked on my door, looking impeccable in a suit and black shoes.

“You look gorgeous, Jenna,” he said, smiling.

“You look handsome yourself,” I replied with a smile, and we left for Walthorne Tech Industries.

The building was massive. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the top. Waiters moved elegantly through the crowd, serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres.

We took a seat at a table near the back, and shortly after, a man came on stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to welcome the CEO, Mr. Dean Walthorne!” the announcer called.

I froze for a second. Dean Walthorne—the same boy who humiliated me in high school.

This is business. Stay strong. Don’t let the past or high school memories get to me. This is a different environment now, I reminded myself.

Isn’t this supposed to be Sean’s position, the eldest brother?

Ryan leaned closer and whispered, “Surprised? The Walthornes had a terrible accident a few years ago. Dean was in London on a business trip when his parents died. Sean survived but chose to stay away from New York because the painful memories, so his handling global affairs. Dean now manages operations here.”

“Oh,” I whispered, processing it all.

Dean gave his speech, thanking everyone for their contribution to the company’s new expansion in Italy.

Afterwards, Ryan gestured for me to follow him.

“Mr. Walthorne,” Ryan greeted him, offering his hand.

“Mr. Markfields, just the man. Pleasure to see you again,” Dean replied.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Walthorne. This is Ms. Jenna Jensen, one of our finest programmers,” Ryan introduced me.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jensen,” Dean said, masking recognition and slight shock.

"Pleasur ,Mr. Walthorne"

I took a quick moment to process his features: matured, striking blue eyes, neatly styled black hair, and lean physique.

God truly has favourites.

Dean chuckled. “Enjoy the evening, Mr. Markfields and Ms. Jensen. My assistant will call you tomorrow to discuss business. Please, enjoy tonight.”

The party continued. Ryan whispered compliments in my ear as we danced.

“We should leave, Jenna,” he said eventually.

“Yes, it’s getting late,” I replied.

Back at my apartment:

“Good night, Ryan. Thank you for tonight. It was amazing,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed me. I froze.

“I’m… sorry, Jenna. I should leave,” he murmured.

Involuntarily, I grabbed his hand, tiptoed, and kissed him back. He kissed me fiercely, hungrily.

We entered my apartment, and the intensity built again. He placed me on the counter, continued kissing me, pulled the straps of my dress down, freeing my breasts. He kissed me again, pinched my n*****s, then lifted me onto the sofa, pressing himself between my legs. He suckled one n****e, pinched and rubbed the other.

His hand slid to my panties, brushing them aside as his fingers slowly circled my entrance. I moaned softly as he inserted one finger, moving it in and out, while his other hand continued to pleasure my breasts.

“Ryan! Ryan, please, I can’t hold it in,” I whispered.

“Then c*m for me, baby,” he murmured.

I trembled, lost in sensation. He added another finger, worked faster, and I finally c*m, shaking on his fingers.

He placed them in his mouth and kissed me again softly.

“Good night, Jenna. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, retrieving his jacket and leaving.

I sank back into the sofa, speechless and exhausted. The only thing I could do was drift into sleep.

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