While balls deep inside of Parisa I hear a knock come from my office door. Never been more grateful for soundproof walls. I quickly sit in my chair, "under the table now," I demand to her and she listens.
The people walk into the office, "Dean, my favorite," my brother, Adam, calls out. On the right of him is my ex-girlfriend back when I was in high school, Maria, and his wife, Lana. They all sit on the chairs in front of my desks.
I glance down at Parisa, "didn't I tell you to knock before coming into my office?" I look up at Adam unamused.
My brother and I are twins- identical.
The only way to tell us apart is our personality and the placement of our tattoos. The only tattoos that are similar are the finger tats we got back in high school.
Reaching underneath the table I gently rub Parisa's cheek to let her know to stay. I love Parisa but I'm not ready to introduce my family to a new woman. "You called me to discuss something brother," Adam leans back in his chair and in the corner of my eye, I see Maria.
God Maria can get it any day.
Maria is a curvy girl with beautiful light blue eyes and shoulder-length brunette hair paired with blonde highlights.
My mind quickly leaves the thought of Maria behind when I feel Parisa's lips connect to the tip of my penis. Throwing my head back I rub my face with my hand, "yes I know," I finally respond to my brother.
I lift my head and look down at Parisa sucking the life out of me. She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and I gently rub the back of her head fighting the temptation to make her gag.
"You good bro. Looks like you're constipated," Adam laughs.
Nodding my head I explain to him what I need to be done, "I need one of these ladies to get an insight into what Mr. Loya is doing on the inside. After that, I have someone that's going to lead him right where we need them and-" I pause letting out a sharp groan, "fuck!"
Clearing my throat I say, "cramp, sorry. Back to what I was saying. And uh that's where you and the crew come in. I need you to take Hazel far away from all of this. Like in your country home or some shit. The crew and I will kill and dispose of the body."
My brother is the leader of a certain department. He has the brains in all of this and corrects the flaws in the plan, "Après que nous l'ayons tué, tout son équipage vient nous chercher. Ce n'est pas le problème. Le problème est son sang, il a une fille qui peut collecter de nouvelles personnes pour nous abattre." Translation:After we killed him, his entire crew comes to pick us up. This is not the problem. The problem is his blood, he has a daughter who can collect new people to shoot us down.
Looking down at Parisa and then back up to my brother I respond, "Je l'ai sous contrôle." Translation: I have it under control.
"Okay good, now I have matters to attend to," he stretches his arms around Maria and Lana before he demands them to get up.
Nodding my head at him they all walk out of the office. Leaning back on my chair I finally get to enjoy Parisa's plumped lips wrapped around my dick. She does this suction that makes my toes curl in my shoes, "fuck," I mutter through a groan.
"Fuck indeed," I deep voice I know all too well races to my eardrums.
I quickly lift my head to see it's my dad, "whoever is under that table doing my son get up. Now!"
I quickly adjust myself and Parisa does the same before getting up.
Looking at her messy bun she turns around to face me, "go up to the apartment, I'll be there in a minute."
She leaves and my dad gives her a disgusted look.
"One of the rules in this establishment is no sex. I would expect this problem from Adam not you," my dad yells. Laughing at him I respond, "I'm 28 years old. I run this business now, so I do what I want."
Standing up I walk over to a nearby mirror trying to clean myself up a bit, "well then, I came here because I've got word on the street you have trouble with Loya."
"What's it to you," I ask with boldness.
Turning around my dad crosses his arms, "lose the attitude. I just want a follow-up to make sure everything is going smoothly."
Nodding my head I explain to my dad everything that's going on, leaving out the parts about me fucking Loya's daughter. After I tell him everything he leaves my office.
No I love you?
Fucking nothing!
I understand wanting your child to be tuff, but my dad took that to the next level. He never told me he was proud or that he loves me, so as I got older I drove myself away from him.
Walking back over to my desk I lean against it and my door opens again, "god I need to get a fucking lock. What do you want Maria," I ask looking at the woman in front of me.
She has a mini blue Jean skirt on with a tight white crop top that shows her boobs. She's a hot girl, but her personality is shit.
"Just wanted to know if you're down for some fun," she walks up to me with her raspy voice that is extremely unattractive.
Her body is the only thing I'd whore out.
She presses her palms against my chest, but nothing happens in my lower area.
"Why should I do that," I ask leaning down. Her face is covered in makeup. Looks like something Hazel would do.
"Because I saw the way you were looking at me," she responds standing on her tippy toes.
Short girls aren't for me.
She grabs me by my neck and pulls me into a kiss. She smells like heavy chemicals, but I kiss her back. Why the hell am I doing this?
Our kissing goes on for a little over 30 seconds before I hear my door opening, "Dean," a sad voice echoes.
Pulling away I see Parisa with tears in her eyes and Hazel on her hip, "really," Parisa asks with a broken tone before walking out.
Looking at Maria I shout for her to leave.
And once she does I shout again, "fuck!"
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