Erick Bush's bodyguard walked into the box. He saw Erick and Layla on the sofa, both naked, post-coitus, and though he did not approve of his boss's behavior, he did not comnt on it. He lowered his head and quickly turned away so as not to sha the poor girl further.
Bush saw the look on his bodyguard's face, and it amused him. He grabbed Layla's nipple and gave it a sharp twist. Layla cried out in pain, and the bodyguard turned without thinking. The bodyguard scowled and turned away again, and Layla shyly covered her face with the back of her hand.
Bush was still laughing when he pulled her
hand away. "Are you shy?" he asked. "That's rich! A shy whore," He gave her other nipple a rough twist. "Lucky for you," he sneered, "I enjoy the sound of you crying!" And before long, he was hard again.
Bush was like a beast whose hunger could not be sated. He laughed as he forced his manhood back into Layla's vagina, and he began to fuck her with vigor, not stopping until he had spent his seed. Bush grunted as he ca, and then he rolled over and wiped himself with a tissue. He put on his clothes, but before he left, he turned to Layla and asked, "What's the matter?"
Layla: "Eric, we looked everywhere for that girl, but no one even knew her. I don't think we'll ever find her."
"You are a good-for-nothing whore!" Bush exclaid. "What do you know?" As he said this, he kicked the table and the wine bottle. tipped over and rolled off the edge to shatter on the floor. "In my world, nothing is impossible!"
***
Nathan drove Crystal ho, and then he returned to the Davis' mansion. He parked his car and walked up to the house. Through the window, he could see the living room's bright crystal chandeliers. The front door was unlocked, and he walked right in.
When his mother, Belinda Davis, saw Nathan, she asked him why he was so late and if he had eaten. She approached him, and when she slt the alcohol on his breath, she asked him if he'd been drinking. Then, without waiting for an answer, she turned to Carol and asked her to make her son a bowl of sobriety soup.
Nathan's Father, Amos Davis, was in the living room with a man and a woman that he didn't know.
Amos: "Nathan, co here. I was hoping you could et your Uncle Fowler and his daughter, Amy. Uncle Fowler is the president of Fowler Urban Construction Group."
Nathan was surprised. He looked at Amy and her Father and offered them a cold nod of his head as a greeting.
Amy: "Uncle Davis, Nathan, and I went to high school together. We lost touch when Nathan went overseas to study."
Amos: "Well, it sounds like you were destined to et again. Many high school classmates never see each other again, but here you both are."
Belinda happily walked over to hold Amy's hand. She sighed and said, "My son, unfortunately, is not fond of social interactions. He has never been. He has few friends. You can co to our house when you have ti, though. You are always welco here - Mi casa es su casa."
Amy: "I will stop by when I can. I happen to be busy at the TV station these days. I'll co when I'm free. I'm afraid that I might bother you, though."
Belinda: "Why? We'd love for you to visit.
Nathan is busy all day, and he seldom cos ho. Your uncle and I are ho alone every day, and we get bored. We would love to have so company!"
Amy: "You and Uncle Davis have a great relationship."
Nathan was not interested in their conversation and wanted to go upstairs and take a shower, so he tried to excuse himself, but his father would not allow it.
"Stay!" Amos: ordered. "Can't you see that our guests are still here? Sit down!" Amos had always been strict with Nathan.
Nathan froze, and he did not look back. Amos: "Son, have you forgotten your manners?"
Nathan remained silent.
Amos: "You will be in trouble if you go on behaving like that."
Nathan: "Like what? What do you an?"
Amos: "Are you in a relationship with so riffraff woman?"
Nathan: "What are you getting at?"
Amos: "I know all about what happened in the fitting room. It is all over the internet. We have company, though, so I won't go into details, but I will give you a warning: Not everyone is fit to be in our family."
Nathan: "Thanks for reminding , but I will take care of my own affairs."
Mr. Fowler: "Nathan has always had excellent tastes. Any girl that he has a crush on cannot be bad. You can't trust everything that you read on the internet.
Amy: "Uncle Davis, Nathan, and I were in high school together for three years. He is famous for his good character. Many girls like him, but he doesn't pay any attention to them. If he likes a girl, she must be respectable. I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about."
Amos: "Sit down, Nathan. When will the design for the Santarosa site co out? Your uncle Fowler has a lot of experience in architecture. You can ask him for advice."
Nathan: "Santarosa? I don't want to develop that site for a while."
Amos: "Don't be silly. Why would you want to let such a large piece of land turn into a wasteland? Do you know -"
Nathan: "Dad, how about I give you the Brilliant Group?"
"You!" Amos hissed. He gnashed his teeth in anger, and water spilled from the water cup in his hand.
Mr. Fowler: "Calm down. Nathan has his own way of investing. He has already expanded the size of the Brilliant Group to ten tis what it was. The younger generation is promising. If he doesn't want to expand it, he must have his own ideas. He has grown up. Don't embarrass the child. "
Mr. Fowler's persuasion helped Amos calm down. He knew that his child was very independent and had been since he was very young.. He also knew that once Nathan had made up his mind, he wouldn't change it, so it was pointless to argue.
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