"If it's evening and you find the air too cold, you can also heat the pool water. There are sensors in place to make sure you don't heat the water to dangerous levels and cook yourself."
"That's quite handy," I muttered, looking at the square-shaped swimming pool, gauging its different depth levels.
By my side, with my right hand holding her left, was Martha—the woman unusually quiet. Behind us stood Nadia, who had a white book open and resting on her arm, and ahead of us was Harold Albrim, the house agent.
"Yes, and as you can see, you have a firm wooden fence around the pool to keep your matters private," the man said, walking past the pool to climb the green lawn and knock on the wood behind it.
"I don't like the wood. Can I change it?"
"To what, sir?" Harold asked.
"A tall concrete fence," I said, thinking of the walls around Sade's house.
"Isn't that a bit too much, sir?" the man laughed nervously.
"I'm a very private man," I replied blankly.
"It's okay to want privacy, sir, but state laws don't allow that."
I silently nodded, and the man, seeing this, returned and raised a hand.
"This way, sire. Let show you the garage."
"No need. I already saw that on my drive in. Could you excuse us, we need so ti to think."
"Of course," Harold nodded and, not even glancing at Martha, departed.
A sharp glare was sent my way by the woman at my side, but I ignored it. So far, she had been too shy to take any real action with Nadia's presence.
"I'm not your girlfriend," Martha snapped, ripping her hand out of mine.
"Then what are you?" I questioned, moving ahead. My eyes studied the grass while my mind wandered to the area beyond.
"Nadia, what are your thoughts on the house?" I asked before Martha could reply—if she was going to at all.
My ever-polite PA looked briefly at Martha, then flipped a page in her book and spoke.
"In my opinion, I would say four rooms are too few. The basent is big, but its ceiling is too low. I picked this house to add variety in case your desire was spiked, but I don't think a bungalow is the best. You could benefit from the extra elevation and enjoy the advantages of more rooms. Also, if you're particular about privacy, a house with a living room that doesn't have the entrance in plain view would be much better."
"And how about you, what are your thoughts?" I turned to Martha.
"I don't know. I don't care."
This was the third house we were visiting today, and it was the third ti Martha refused to comnt.
"You do realise, you might soon be getting bent over around this place, right?" I walked up to Martha, a cocky smile on my face.
The dark-haired woman looked up at with a tight expression, and I enjoyed the way her ass widened as I put my hands on her buns and pulled her closer to .
With her eyes, Martha tried to warn off, but I leaned down and brought my lips to hers.
"What's got you acting like a deer caught in a car's headlights?"
My reference made her expression shift to disbelief, and I licked my lips before kissing her and sucking on her tongue.
Martha pushed against , but—
Smack!
"Behave."
It was a heavy hit that echoed throughout the backyard. Aside from Martha's face heating up, she beca a good girl as I kneaded her fat buttocks and feasted on her lips.
"From what I've been told, you've t Martha before. And if Denise failed to introduce you two, know now that she's my assistant. She knows I suck your tits like they're the last ice cream cones in the world, so you don't have to be shy around her."
Looking at Martha, whose face was a bright red, I also looked at Nadia, who had her cheeks slightly flushed and nodded.
Internally, I shook my head. While Martha was this withdrawn, if it had been Valera, Nadia would've already found herself being hit on.
I believed deep within that Martha was no different. The woman was just playing conservatively for now.
"Alright, let's go check the next one."
"You don't like this one?"
"No. I agree with you about needing a two-story building. I also need sothing more isolated."
"You'll love the next one then, it's in Sherman Oaks," Nadia pitched.
"We'll see."
Excusing ourselves from Harold, we made our way to Sherman Oaks. Along the way, I couldn't help but be curious.
"Take us by Isol Street," I ordered from the back.
"Are you looking for soone in there, sir?"
"No. I just want to get a view of it."
"Unless we have a pass, I don't think that would be possible. Isol Street and several others around it have been bought out by so wealthy billionaires and quarantined from the public. There's a lot of speculation about what they might be trying to build."
"I see. Just get as close to the place as you can."
So minutes later, the car slowed down but kept moving. Along with the won in the car, I looked out the left window at the ghost streets and the ard forces that loitered around the area.
"Private security?" I asked curiously.
"I believe so. No branch of the U.S. military wears black and white uniforms. Would you like to look into it?"
"Yes. Find out the billionaires who bought this land and any cases surrounding its purchase. Forward everything to my email."
"Okay, sir."
Echo.
Within the car, I extended my sight up to 2km. I barely held myself back from flinching when I registered a woman dressed in a black coat, smoking a pipe.
"Should I stop, sir?"
"No. Keep going," I said, relaxing back into my seat.
The won in the car could feel a tense atmosphere radiating from . While Nadia kept silent, Martha asked:
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes. Just business matters. It's not to my advantage that an unknown group of billionaires is building such a sturdy foundation in my city, and I have no information on them."
The beautiful mother nodded, and to assuage the serious look on her face, I put my hand over her shoulder and began squeezing her breasts.
"Let say it now in the presence of Nadia, you have great boobs."
While I teased Martha, my brain churned as it tried to figure out what was happening on Isol Street.
While I had gotten a perfect 3d model in my head, at its centre and most important location, a small black do existed. Watching over that do was the woman who had attacked days ago when I was escaping from this location.
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