Daddy's Dynasty

1.

Michael Stevenson.

"I'll invest two million. I can't go any higher than that Mr Stevenson, sorry." Kitty Beretti stated.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to change your mind?" I said, walking across the table and leaning over her.

"I mean, I'll do anything to change your mind."

I placed my lips on the nape of her neck, and inhaled her scent of fruits and vanilla. I started to nibble on her sweet spot, and within 30 seconds, soft pants of pleasure started to fill the room. I slipped my slender finger in her sea, and started to slowly rub on her pearl, causing her to moan out in Euphoria.

"I think you sh-should stop now"

But that didn't stop me. I get what I want, when I want it. I started to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and she let out a shriek of shock.

"Stop! I guess I can give you four million, but I want 10 percent interest. Now if you would excuse me I have another meeting to attend." She then hurriedly staggered out of my office, forgetting her bag.

All I needed in my life was pussy, weed and money. Not any sentimental shit like family or friends. They will only turn out to stab you in the back.

Except Sebastian, Sebastian was the only person I cared for, besides myself.

I took myself to the board room, to meet my brand new artists: Maleah Jenner and Maurice Brown.

They were both straight out of Compton, and new on the music scene, but I had extremely high hopes for Maleah as she is Eminem, the Eminem's, little sister.

I walked into the board room, and saw a guy in his mid twenties, with butter skin and blond hair on his head, obviously dyed. What fresh shit is this? He had hazel eyes and freckles and his outfit was dope. I could definitely see him as one of the company's finest.

I then looked to the right of him, and I wasn't ready for what I saw. She had long and thick ringlets of hair cascading over her shoulders. She was white too. She had about a B-cup breast and a small frame, but wide ass hips, only meaning that she had a big booty.
She was wearing a skin tight red dress that complimented all of her assets.

Well hello, Ms. Maleah Jenner.

I took a seat at the head of the table, and kept quiet. I needed to see if they were confident enough to introduce themselves. Because, if they can't introduce themselves, they sure as hell won't be performing.

"I'm Maurice Brown , 26, from Compton. I can sing, rap, dance, and all the ladies gonna love me" Maurice stated. He was too damn full of himself, I haven't even heard a mixtape yet, but at least he was confident.

"Do you have a mixtape or sample? I do need to hear you before I sign you." I said rather agitated.

"We were gonna preform live, show you what we got. Not with all that auto tune shit" The girl spat with attitude.

"Oh, I'm Maleah by the way, but I bet you knew that already. Seeing, that I'm Eminem's sister."

"Just preform. I ain't got no time for this shit. I came to sign or drop you, not to go through your goddamn family tree. So open your mouth and sing or get the hell out my office with your stank attitude."