In Los Angeles, there are two kinds of rich people: those who have money and those who have wealth. The difference between the two are not only visible in the cars they drive, the clothes they wear, and the houses they live in, but in the people the...
KINGSLEY READJUSTS HIS ARMANI TIE and sits down behind the desk. He's getting a feel for how the business works. His father has an opinion about it but no one wants to hear what he has to say. Nobody asked. Aaron Sr, his grandfather, walks into the office.
"So what do you think?"
"I like what I'm seeing here. With some arrangements, we can move all of dad's stuff out and make this place more me. It feels stuffy and stiff in here."
"Son, the business is all yours. You can do whatever you want to this office." The elder man states with finality in his voice.
"First things first, finding a new secretary that won't flirt with me. Avalon would probably kill her if that were to happen. I for one don't need to see a murder." Kingsley mutters. Aaron Sr chuckles. His grandson is very much different from his father. Aaron Jr made this place similar to a prison. That'll make anyone not want to come visit.
Valentina, Aaron Jr's former paramour, has the audacity to walk into the office. This bitch has a plan to get her old job back, which won't be happening. She just wants to be on the arm of a rich heir. Upon learning that he was cut off from the family fortune, she broke up with him. She now thinks that because Kingsley is the head of the company that she can get in his good graces. Again it's not happening.
Kingsley looks up with his phone to see her standing there with a seductive smirk on her face. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a horrible time working for your father. I've come to beg for my job back."
"You're the reason he got cut off. Why the everliving hell would my grandson hire a whore like you back?"
Damn grandpa Aaron.
Valentina takes offense to the word whore. "How dare you? I'm done good for this company. You need to hire me back."
"I don't need to do anything but tell your conniving ass to leave. So get the fuck out."
She has the audacity to look appalled. Can't blame them. Bitch no one wants to you there."Both of you will regret this." She says and storms out of the office.
"Time to up the security around here. I'll be back."
Kingsley shakes his head and leans back in the chair. "That woman is batshit crazy." He calls Avalon who is at the spa. "Hey babygirl."
Luckily, they can use phones at this spa."hey babe. How's everything going?"
He recaps everything that just happened. He then adds in the fact that he needs her help in finding a new secretary.
She chuckles and agrees to help him. She would do anything for this man and vice versa. They continue to talk until Avalon gets called in for her deep tissue massage.
"Okay see you when I get home, babygirl. I love you."
"I love you too babe."
The call ends and Kingsley stares at the view of the downtown Los Angeles skyline from the floor to ceiling windows. All of this is his now and nobody can object against that.
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"SHIT, FUCK, RIGHT THERE, Mario. Right there," Autumn's moans echo in the back of Mario's Rolls Royce, a gift he'd received from his father the night before his sixteenth birthday.
It's a place Autumn frequently finds herself now, because Mario picks her up every day on the way to school, and sometimes the two of them are too frisky for their own good. She's become an expert at maneuvering through the seats, and situating herself right beneath the steering wheel, where she works wonders with her mouth along Mario's massive dick.
"You feel so good, baby," Mario moans back as he licks into her mouth ravishingly. "My girl, taking my knot just like this. My perfect slut."
She bounces harder in Mario's lap at the name, the contrast of intimately being called his girl in one breath and being degraded in the next. She lives for it. She throws here head back and exposes her expansive collarbone, which his alpha brain interprets instantly as free real estate. His mouth attaches to Autumn's long, porcelain neck, sucking and licking along like a dying man. Autumn's syrupy citrus scent surrounds them in the car, sticking to Mario's leather.
Mario thrusts up to meet Autumn's bounces, desperately chasing his release as he feels his cock twitching inside of her tight walls. He's close, so close, and can practically feel his release coming. It takes one final thrust for him to hit her spot just right, her orgasm barreling into her suddenly and Mario's following right after.
She groans. She loves taking Mario's dick, and she loves having everyone know she takes Mario's dick.
"I think I'm obsessed with sex, especially with you."
Hearing this has Mario raising his hand to smack her on the ass, in which she then hides inside her pink lace panties. Mario puts his dick back into his pants.
"I need a shower."
Autumn chuckles softly and runs a hand through her hair. "Let's shower separately."
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ADRIANNA HAS MOVED INTO A estate of her own. Why? Because after 20 years of being married, Camille and Holden are getting a divorce. It was awkward being in that house that they all shared so she moved out with their permission.
This be her new house.🏡
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Things are changing for the Empire. Hopefully for the better as the days go by. Currently, she sits in her dining room, eating some dinner made by her personal chef. Camille pulls up in the driveway. She's made it her personal mission to make her daughter's life hell by showing up to her house everyday.
The doorbell rings. Adrianna rolls her eyes at this. 'Must be mom yet again. The hell does she want now?' She passes her empty plate to the chef and leaves the kitchen, walking into the foyer where her majordomo HARRISON is answering the door.
"Hello mother. What brings you here... again?"
"I need to talk to you about your father and his whore."
Bro again? Camille, you've been complaining about him for a week straight. Trust me, no one wants to hear it. And anyway, aren't you the one who asked for this divorce? Yes, yes you are. Let it go.
