Chapter 5. #2
Holly nodded. "Mr. Thomson is a fast learner, and he is embracing this quite well. If you want this contract, you better make sure you are the one running it."
Gloria was on the phone in seconds, calling her father, the owner of the Kano Security firm.
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The Parisian air was alive with the scents of fresh coffee and warm pastries.
Sunlight filtered through the green awning of the charming sidewalk cafe, illuminating the small, round marble table where Anita and her three companions were seated.
The cafe, with its wrought-iron chairs and potted ferns, was a haven of tranquility, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of her life back in LA.
The conversation, however, was anything but tranquil.
Anita was sipping a tiny espresso from a delicate porcelain cup, her smile radiant, almost incandescent.
The three other women… Jill, a sleek, dark-haired beauty; Paula, a fiery redhead; and the soft, blonde-haired Charlotte…
were watching her with a mixture of amusement and pure, unadulterated curiosity.
They were the ones who had loved Ty, who had shared his life, and now, they were united by a new, shared interest: Brian.
"So he actually said he would be the father if you were pregnant?" Jill whispered, her voice a low murmur, a conspiratorial sound.
Anita smiled and nodded, her eyes, usually so composed, now alight with a hidden fire.
She had told them everything: the penthouse, the contract, the overwhelming raw passion of her night with Brian.
She had not left out a single detail, from the way he had taken her in his arms, to the way he had filled her, twice, with a ferocity that had left her breathless and trembling.
The three lovers, who had all been intimate with Ty, had all agreed that they, too, wanted to be involved in Brian's life.
When they returned from their twenty-six-day vacation in France, they would take turns.
Each of them, in their own time, would be fucked by Brian, and each of them would have at least one child.
It did not matter if Brian wanted to be the official father for their children or not; they wanted a child, a legacy, a living piece of the life they had built with Ty, and a way to secure a piece of this new empire.
They all had plenty of money. Ty had set them up before he died, their inheritances more than enough to live a life of comfort and luxury.
But a child... a child was a different kind of wealth.
"Today, Paris, and when we get home… Brian," Paula said, her voice a low, throaty purr. She was already planning, already strategizing.
Anita smiled. She wanted her sister-wives to enjoy the pleasure of Brian, too.
He was bigger than Ty was, a primal, raw force of nature.
Of course, she would never replace Ty as her husband.
Even dead, he was the love of her life. But Brian…
Brian was a different kind of love, a different kind of man, a man who had the power to give her what she truly wanted.
The girls kept talking, their voices a soft murmur of future plans.
They were hoping that after they had children, they could move to Bali, a place of peace and tranquility where they could raise their children in a long, comfortable life.
Brian could come as he pleased, to fuck them or just to visit his kids.
Anita had already contacted a company to build a multi-level mansion in Bali.
It would be large enough for the four of them with their kids, a staff residence, large open areas for entertaining, and of course, a breathtaking beach view of the open waters of the ocean.
A thought, a flash of a new, brilliant idea, came to her.
She opened her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.
She texted Constance. "Please ensure that Brian has a plan for the fortune should something happen, like Ty had the game selecting Brian.
He needs to have one, too." She hit send.
She then texted her lawyer. "Update my will.
Should something happen to me and the girls are not alive, all my assets go to Brian Thomson. "
She looked up at the girls, and a silent understanding passed between them.
They all nodded, and then, one by one, they texted the same message to their lawyers.
It wasn't that Brian needed more money. But he was the closest thing they had to family, a new, living connection to the life they had just found.
And they would be his to fuck and to love.
But they would never marry him. Their love for Ty was a sacred bond, one that could not be broken.
But when their kids were born, the will could be changed and the assets would be covered.
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"Brian," Constance whispered, her voice a soft, low murmur. She looked up from her phone, her emerald eyes meeting his. "Anita is asking that you meet with the lawyers and set up a plan for the fortune in case something should happen, if the security should fail."
Brian nodded, a grim, serious expression on his face.
It made sense. He was no longer a factory worker with nothing to lose.
He was the owner of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, a public figure, a target.
He needed a plan, a contingency for the future.
"Call and set up a meeting here in the office for tomorrow.
" He was not leaving the safety of his fortress until his security was in place.
He was in charge now, and his safety was paramount.
Constance nodded, her fingers already flying across her phone, the contact information for the firm already at her fingertips. The door opened, and Holly walked in, her face radiant with a triumphant smile.
"So," Brian said, a hint of genuine excitement in his voice, "do I have a security team, or do I need to keep looking?"
Holly's smile widened. "You made quite an impression. Gloria Kano will assemble her team, and they will be providing security starting tomorrow morning."
A quiet wave of relief washed over Brian. He had made the right choice. He had seen the confidence in Gloria's eyes, the strength in her body, and he knew that she was the right person for the job.
"She is asking if there is a chance you could set up the ninety-seventh floor as the floor for security to reside," Holly said.
Brian thought about it for a moment. He shook his head. "No," he said, a confident, knowing look on his face. "Make it the ninety-fourth floor."
Constance, who had been listening to the conversation, looked up from her phone, a questioning look in her eyes.
Brian smiled, a playful, secretive expression.
"I might have ideas for the other empty floors in the future.
" The girls smirked, a shared understanding passing between them.
They knew what he was thinking… more women, more pleasure, more of his new, uninhibited life.
Holly nodded, her smile a mixture of amusement and pure, professional satisfaction. She gave him a soft, affectionate kiss on the cheek. "Want me to set up a contractor to make the floor ready for them?"
He nodded, the details of his new life already falling into place. "Forty rooms, shared common rooms, shared kitchen... maybe hire a chef that can make sure they are all fed well at all times."
"We have a chef," Constance said, her voice laced with a playful, teasing tone.
Brian's heart hammered in his chest. He thought of Dominique, of her lips on his, of the way she had so confidently and passionately taken him in her mouth under the lunch table.
She was a goddess, a professional, and he was already wondering if he could get her away from her husband.
He wanted her to be his, his and his alone.
"She is my chef," he said, his voice a low, possessive murmur.
"I do not want her to be overworked." He saw the girls' knowing smiles, and he knew they understood.
He wanted her to be available to him, to be his, to cook for him, to please him in the kitchen and in his bed.
"Very well, Boss," Holly said, her voice filled with a quiet understanding. She walked out of the room, her fingers already flying across her phone, making calls, setting up appointments, and putting the wheels in motion for his new life.
"The lawyer is expecting us at his office in the morning," Constance said, her voice now back to a professional, no-nonsense tone.
Brian shook his head. "No, I said here in my office. Until I have proper security set up, I am not leaving." He was a king in his own kingdom, and he was not going to leave the safety of his castle.
She nodded, a look of respect and admiration in her eyes, and went back to her call.
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The next several hours were a blur of numbers, names, and staggering figures.
Brian sat at the head of his desk, flanked by Constance and Holly, who were both silently and efficiently managing his new life.
He was getting a feel for just how much his company, the Dranning Corporation, was in charge of.
He found out it was the holding firm for over five hundred companies, and he owned every single one of them.