Handcuffed Heiress

10. The Paxtons

10. The Paxtons

Marc Jr.

"Oh my god!" My mum's voice put a pause to my extracurricular activity. "What the hell is going on here?" Liz and Beth tried to cover themselves up while my mum covered my dad's eyes. "Do you two always let yourselves into someone else's place?" My dad chuckled. "Are you seriously asking that?"

"When that someone is my son, then yes."

"Oh my gosh," Liz murmured. "I see you are no different from your father when it comes to some things." She looked at the girls disdainfully. "Pale blonde hair and big breasts; it's Andrea all over again," she mumbled to herself. "You really do have similar taste to your father."

"I can hear you."

"You were meant to hear me." She looked back at us. "You two can leave." They looked conflicted. They knew they should leave, but they couldn't because I brought them here. "I said you two can leave."

"We didn't really come here on our own, and to travel from this area is really expensive. It's going to cost and arm and a leg to pay for a taxi. And we..."

"The bus runs by here, does it not?" I'm sure you have bus fare." I couldn't help it. I laughed. My father started coughing, which meant he was trying to cover up his laugh. My mum really was a different kind of woman. "They don't have any money mum. I brought them here."

"Oh for heaven's sake! Marc, give them some money."

"Me? Why should I give them money? They're his responsibility."

"Are you serious right now?"

"None of you are giving them money. I will call them a taxi and I will pay for it."

"Well aren't you a gentleman," my mother said sarcastically. Maybe your father did try to raise you right after all."

"Aren't you going to leave? We need to get dressed."

"Why the sudden modesty? The things you were doing just now were anything but modest. If I was to give it a name, I'd say it was downright nasty and disgu..." My father's hand covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. "We'll wait out there." He pulled her out of the room with him. I got dressed quickly and called a taxi for the girls. They're usually quick in this area, and came within ten minutes. I wasn't so thrilled my escapade got cut short, but I could always make up for it later.

"Are you two fighting?" Mum scoffed. "Boy please. We don't fight."

"Every couple fights."

"Is that really the issue here? Do you think talking about us will make us forget about a few minutes ago?"

"What does it matter anyway?"

"It matters because you are Marc Paxton the second. You'll be taking over a multibillion corporation soon. You don't have time to be fucking around with whores. You need to cut those bitches loose. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if you were messing around with high class whores, but you're fucking broke ass bitches. Do you want to get disowned?" Dad would never disown me." She scoffed again. "That's what you think. Pussy is power. You would do well to remember that."

"Enough, both of you."

"I'm done anyway. He's your son."

"Why are they always my children when they do or say disappointing things? Never mind." He focused on me. "You need to wrap up whatever you need to wrap up here. You're coming back with us."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. It's time for you to get your head in the game. Your mother is also right. These women you're having sex with needs to be disposed of. You can break the news to them nicely on your own, or we can take care of them our way. I'm starting to rethink this whole idea of handing the company over to you. You need a wife."