My ti with the three won hadn’t been long, but the soft, penetrative pleasure they rendered was quite morable.
When Theresa was leading out of the Vatican, I had honestly wanted to take her back and fuck her until she could stand no more. Unfortunately, I had other priorities.
Despite my desire for sex last night, I still correctly rembered the woman’s words to .
"Madam Chiara is busy and will not be seeing you in the near future, possibly until the summit is over, that is unless you can bring Prisca Borjour over to our side."
"Who is Prisca Borjour?" I had asked that night.
From Prisca’s attitude towards , it was clear that at so point Chiara had offered the woman an invitation, and she had refused.
It was also clear that her assistant was unaware of this, because she held quite a lot of hope for .
"Catholic?" I said to the assistant, but she was out of it.
I had just let it be known to both females that I was a billionaire, and their brains had imdiately been fried.
"I don’t take well to jokes, Mr. Lawson," Prisca gritted out this ti, though, in a more subdued and cautioning tone.
"Hmm..."
Seeing silent, Prisca turned to her assistant. The sharp gaze from the woman kicked her out of her stupor, and imdiately knowing what to do, her hand flew to her phone.
Right before my face, they verified whether I was telling the truth.
The cute assistant made three different calls, nodding her head each ti to her boss.
After the last call, Prisca licked her lips and watched , her eyes scanning my perfectly calm form. She followed my gaze and realized I was looking at her dress.
"It’s one of my designs. I call it Le Conte."
"It’s different."
"I strive to be different, to stand out."
"Okay."
Seconds of silence followed, but as awkwardness began to set in, Prisca spoke.
"Why didn’t you just tell you were a billionaire?"
"Isn’t that your howork?"
Prisca bit her lips, her eyes wanting to move to the left towards her assistant, but she controlled herself.
"My bad. I didn’t think she had soone as capable as you on her side."
Prisca’s willingness to accept fault was quite redeeming, and I was curious.
"Why don’t you want to join her camp? Chiara isn’t a small player, she knows people."
"I did my howork in that category," a bit of boast slipped into the woman’s tone.
"While she is quite the connected woman and a big deal, her influence is only majorly here in the Vatican.
Her faction is weak and has almost every other faction against it. And I’m not just saying things, other factions sent their agents to with threats and offers.
I’m still young and can’t afford to make mistakes. She’s not a good bet.
My plan is to et the investors that ca here for and get out of Italy."
"Is that all?"
I didn’t let the interest Prisca’s words had drawn out in show, and within I berated myself for not looking more into Chiara’s circumstances.
I didn’t know it then, but now I realized I had let her show of power win over sothing I strongly thought I had avoided.
"Well, there is also the fact that I need money, lots of it, and I have no interest in sacrificing my wants for that of a faith I do not believe in.
I have no desire to give up the pleasures of life. I an, if I do that, what’s the point of living? I understand others have found a path in that, but that’s not ."
I didn’t know if there were fashion designers who gave up the vanities of life and beca all holy, but anyone who looked at Prisca would know she could never be that.
One didn’t have to know her personally, a look in her eyes and you would see the hunger.
"Who told you that after converting you would need to change your lifestyle?"
"Ehhh... I concluded that." The woman’s eyes dropped.
Hearing it was her own deduction, I shook my head, knowing the woman was totally wrong.
Chiara might have given up vanities, but the fact that she had won on standby ready to serve her guests showed that the woman understood how the world worked.
Prisca had made the mistake most of the world made, they thought the rules were followed to a T, not understanding that if it were so, various institutions around the world would have collapsed by now.
"First off, you’re wrong. Unless your association with our faction is made public, so long as you don’t jeopardize us, you can do whatever you want, and even if it is public, nothing stops you from playing in the night.
Next, after knowing I am a billionaire, what is the next thing that stood out to you?"
"Your billions."
"Oh." That wasn’t the answer I had been looking for, but I took a small detour.
"How much?"
"Eight to thirteen billion," Prisca said, glancing at her assistant for confirmation.
A smile ca to my face at the woman’s words. Denise hadn’t just sat idle, the woman had put the money gotten from the Midafords to good use.
There was a big difference between having one billion and possibly over ten billion.
"I should find a way to reward her. What is it she would really like..."
"Sir!!"
"Sir!!"
"Are you okay!!"
I blinked my eyes as both won’s calls finally got to . I expertly put on a smile, hiding the worrying thought that had crossed my mind.
"Yes, hearing how much I’m currently worth made think back to when I had nothing.
Let’s get back to what I was saying. Aside from my millions, what else?"
"Your age."
I thought there would be a few more tries, but Prisca hit the bullseye, and I gave her an impressed smile that made her blush.
"You’re smart."
"Thank you."
"Hmm... You made a very good point about why you don’t want to join Chiara’s faction, but look at , do you think I would join it if there wasn’t more?
You’ve climbed the ladder, so you should know better than most that success is a risk.
If you’re unsure of the church, then put your trust in . I’ve already made billions and have no plans of stopping. Do you want to join my train?"
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