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"Fuck."
A groan spills from my mouth as I lean back in my chair and watch Daniella take my cock down her throat.
"Just like that," I push her head down and as I near my climax, my door swings open, and I turn my head towards it.
"Get your whore out of here," Richard commands before even making it halfway into my office. "We've got more pressing matters to discuss."
I groan, pushing Daniella off of me, and zipping my pants back up. "It better be important, for you to be interrupting my private time like this."
My advisor pulls up a chair and makes himself comfortable, while Daniella just stands there, clueless.
"You can find yourself out, can't you?" I remark, dryly.
She wipes her mouth, leaving a smear of spit in the process, and rolls her eyes, as if that was going to phase me.
"That was what? Your third time having private time today? Isn't your dick tired or something?"
Each time Richard willingly abandons his office at the Sinclair Building to visit me in person, disregarding a simple phone call, my circumstances inevitably take a turn for the worse.
"No, it is not," I retort, seizing a stack of folders from the desk's edge and swiftly leafing through them. "What do you need, Rich?"
My confidant crosses his arms, forcefully setting a magazine before me.
Alexander Hathaway, Sinclair Inc. CEO, Leaving the Club After a Wild Night of Partying.
Predictably, the tabloids embellished the story with a photograph of a condom slipping from my pocket and the white powdery substance that sustained my night of partying.
"Listen, Richard—"
He gets up from the chair and starts to pace. "There's no listen, Richard," his tone drops a few decibels. "The board is fed up with you, and the company's stocks have plummeted fifteen percent since your last drunken paparazzi fight scandal."
I emit out a vexed sigh, my concern waning. It was just a wild night; I can't be held accountable for its exaggerated presence on every major magazine's front page.
"I don't see why you can't just get marketing to fix it again, what is the big deal?"
Richard scoffs, leaning onto my desk, his gaze penetrating mine.
