Chapter Nine #2
Adjusting my hard cock, from thoughts of Jana, I make my way to the conference room.
Pushing through the glass doors, I give a slight nod to the six men sitting around the large wooden table.
A breakfast spread is laid out, everything from fruit to omelets, in the center of the table.
A coffee station is situated on the credenza buffet off to the side, and as I stand at my chair at the head of the table, Romona places my coffee in front of me.
“Gentlemen, thanks for meeting with me this morning,” I say, sitting in the oversized leather chair.
“Mr. Tate, if I may say, we’d really appreciate a little more time,” Stu, one of the other company’s lawyers, says.
Taking a sip of coffee, I nod to Romona, instructing her to pass out the paperwork. “Stu, we both know I’ve been more than lenient with this, but I won’t wait any longer.”
“It’s only a few more days. It’s the least you could do for Christ’s sake,” he mumbles.
Fury buries through me as I stand up, slamming my fists to the table.
“The least I could do is not fucking bankrupt your law firm too, Stu. I don’t own anyone anything, I don’t give a shit who it is.
This meeting isn’t about you trying to find some weak part of me that will drop this, it’s about signing the goddamn paperwork. Are we fucking clear?”
No one says a word, all of them are busy reading off the paperwork in front of them. Stu, breaks his contact with me and shakes his disapproving head, as he begins to read as well. Slowly, I sink back into my chair and open my folder.
“Mr. Tate, everything reads exactly as we discussed. I’m signing off,” Roger, another lawyer says.
One by one they all sign off, leaving Stu the last. This son of a bitch is going to be a problem. Little does he realize I can’t give a shit what he wants. He doesn’t seem to understand that I’m a man who will never be backed into a corner.
“Shawn,” Stu starts.
“Mr. Tate,” I bite out.
Lifting an eyebrow, he slightly grins. “My apologies, Mr. Tate. There is no way we are walking away with this amount. The business is still bringing in a profit.”
I chuckle and pull out page upon page of the decline in the business.
“Stu, the business hasn’t made a profit in five years.
If you refer to page thirteen, you’ll notice that each year there has been a steady decline in profit.
Now, you can take the amount I’m offering and get paid for all your work, or I will rework the numbers and you’ll all walk away with nothing after he pays off the debt he owes.
That’s your choice, I make money either way.
” He doesn’t want to fight me, I’ll bleed them dry and smile while it happens.
Sipping my coffee, I can see the nervous faces of the other men in the room.
They all know damn well if he fights me on this, they aren’t going to make a penny.
After pulling apart the company and selling what I can, I’ll sell the entire thing and make one hell of a profit.
It doesn’t matter to me who’s company it is or why I’m buying it out from under them, if they knew anything about business they wouldn’t have gotten into these situations.
I hold back a grin when I see Stu quickly sign his name. He pushes it to the center of the table and everyone else places theirs on top. Reaching forward, I collect them and hand them off to Ramona, and she’ll check to make sure each document is signed before I allow anyone to leave.
It’s complete silence as I wait for Ramona to finish. When she places the folders in front of me, she nods and I know everything is complete. The company is now mine.
I stand up and straighten my tie. “It’s been a pleasure, gentlemen. Please, feel free to enjoy some breakfast before you leave,” I say, moving from behind the table.
They all thank me, except for Stu, who stands up and grabs my arm as I walk past. My eyes snap to his before glancing down at his hand. He drops it quickly and I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow, waiting to see what the hell he wants.
Leaning closer to me, he holds on to the back of his chair as he pushes up to meet my eyes. “I don’t know how you sleep at night, you ungrateful little shit. This is the most underhanded, dishonorable thing you’ve ever done. You should have stayed in New York, you sneaky son of a bitch.”
It takes all my self-control, not to beat him within an inch of his pathetic life.
Grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket, I pull him toward me, breathing heavily against his face.
“Watch who you’re talking to Stu. I’m not some fucking kid you can spew your hate on.
I’ll fucking own your ass if you aren’t careful and we both know how easily I can make it happen.
Keep your personal feelings the fuck out of this,” I whisper, full of fury.
Pushing him away from me, he hits into the table.
I straighten my jacket, never once breaking eye contact.
“Stu, everything alright?” Roger asks.
“Everything is fine,” I reply, anger boiling inside.
Walking away from the table, I punch the wood on the door, causing it to fly open. People are staring and I’m sure as soon as my back is to them, they are whispering about what a prick I am and they’d be right.
I slam my office door closed, crossing to my desk.
Standing in front of it, I grip onto the edge and close my eyes.
Stu, knows how to push my buttons and he fucking does it each time I see him.
I’d give anything to go back to that room and beat the shit out of him, watching him beg me to spare his life.
“Mr. Tate, would you like me to bring in the paperwork now,” Romona calls through the intercom.
Snapping my head toward the intercom, I knock it off my desk and watch it crash to the floor. “Fuck,” I yell.
**
Leaving work I’m no less enraged than I was this morning.
Gripping the steering wheel, my tense body burns with the need for release and there is only one person who I want.
Pulling up to the house the relief I feel when I see Jana’s car floods me.
Pushing the car door open, I walk toward the house.
“Hey, I ordered pizza for dinner,” Jana says as she walks into the living room with a smile on her beautiful face.
I don’t say a word, I push her against the wall and slam my mouth onto hers, pinning her arms above her head.
This kiss is hard and damaging, exactly how I need to fuck her.
Keeping one hand around her wrists, I break the kiss and rub my thumb across her bottom lip.
Her head drops back, hitting the wall, as her chest rises and falls rapidly with her arousal.
Reaching down, I yank off her blue scrub bottoms and panties, letting them fall around her ankles. I spin us around and bend her over the arm of the couch, while I free my heavy cock. Quickly rolling on a condom, I smack her ass and slam into her without any warning.
“Fuck,” she screams, as I pound into her.
I gather her hair in one hand and yank her head back, never slowing my pace.
I’m taking out my rage on her, fucking her with the determination of finding my release as fast as possible.
This isn’t a fantasy, this is a necessity.
I need this release to clear my head of the thoughts that I’ve been trying to bury most of my life.
Tightening my grip on her hair, I reach around and rub her clit.
“Fuck, Shawn. I’m going to come,” she pants out.
Lifting my hand, I come down on her ass with a hard smack and she screams out in pain.
My balls are tightening as I grab her ass, sinking my fingers in.
My release is getting ready to rip through me, but I need her to come first. I rub her clit almost as fast as I’m fucking her and I feel her pussy tighten around me.
“Oh my god,” she shouts, as she comes all over my cock.
Grabbing onto her ass with both hands, I slam into her a few more times before my release finally rips me apart, and everything I was feeling when I walked in the door begins to disappear. Resting my chest against her back, we both take a few minutes to catch our breaths.
“That was,” she begins and turns her head, searching my face. “Shawn, are you ok?”
I stand up and tuck myself away, and being the asshole I am, I leave her half naked, bending over the couch, as I walk down the hall to take a shower.