chapter 5

Chance

Whitfield

As I groaned from sleep, I felt the soft hand wrap around my chest. Last night was a long night for her and too short for me. I wanted more of her. Careful, I took her hands off and went to the bathroom.

The bath just after awakening was not my habit, and it's noon too. I need to get to the office before Dad loses his cool. Chase can handle it, yet he regards Chase as a child. I don't get why dad underestimates Chase.

I was looking for the suit when I came across a note.

Have a bath or you'll smell like sex.

I chuckled. She knows me better than everyone else. I left the wardrobe and looked for her in the room. She was never there. Must be in guest room. Wearing a towel, I went to see her. I was right about this. She was in the bathroom.

Following her advice, I bathed, I carried the darkest piece of cloth I found in my wardrobe, and I was ready to intimidate the people who dared to challenge me.

I assumed she should be finished with her bath. I reheated last night's chicken noodles hoping to have lunch with her, but she didn't join me. This is worrying me.

I knocked on the bathroom door a few times before I went in. She was sitting in the bathtub, crying, hiding her face in her arms. She does it every time, after we spent the night together.

"How do you feel?" I said.

She hummed. The hum tells me she's okay.

"Was I rough last night?" I asked again. As if I care.....

She hummed once more. That hum says it was fine.

"Can we talk?" I said.

She hummed for no.

As I sighed, I walked out on her. I'm sure she's fine. My concern for her is formal. After all these years, I don't love her. Occasionally, I try to treat her with vacations, but that's it..... nothing serious. She is responsible for this. She could have denied my offer. It's getting a little complicated.

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I left her and went to the office. I heard there was some concern about Dad's voicemail. He wanted someone that could invest in us. I think we're doing okay. Our other business is thriving, but dad wants to save his baby, his advertising firm. I proposed to him to switch to online advertising, but he was stubborn, now that that business is about to fall.

Dad's personal assistant took me in and had me sit for hours before I decided to leave. I have responsibilities, and doing nothing is an abuse of position. Just because I was fortunate enough to have a company passed to my family heritage, does not mean I am fortunate enough to have all the success. I have to work hard, and I have an incredible, supportive staff.

"Where are you?" Dad yelled when I received his call. I knew this would happen. He does it all the time. Nothing new.

"Managing a business," I said, signing the papers.

"I want you here." He went for it.

"I'm busy." Picking up another piece of paper, I watched my temporary personal assistant who was busy keeping records.

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"It's urgent." dad was desperate.

"My work is urgent too." I stopped her and picked up the files. "Take one by one," I said to her.

Nodding politely, she picked up the files one at a time while Dad preached to me. To be honest, I couldn't hear his words. I understood that he wants to see me and that it is urgent. If this was so urgent, he should have met me rather than attend the meeting.

"We can talk over dinner." I offered to meet personally. This offer consumed an extra exchange of a few words between me and my father before he hung up.

There are times when he's impatient. I laughed at the irony of the world believing in him like a patient man.

I called my temp assistant and locked down my office door. She looked good to me. Her mannerisms suggest she comes from an upper-middle-class family.

"What's your name Ms?" I ask while getting comfy on my couch.

"My name is Grace Walsh." She answered and stood in front of me in confidence.

"You're beautiful." When I removed my tie, I looked at her. Damn!! No, respond. This one is different. She has no interest in me. I have to work out more often.

"Is that all?" She was trying to get out.

"No." I removed the cufflinks. "Come here," I demanded, but instead of walking towards me, she turned to the door, which was of course locked.

"I will not complain... nor will I discuss this with any soul." She said calmly. Now, she is inviting me. No fear and I got excited about her confidence. I want her under me.... to cry my name, when I struck her uterus with my arouse member.

I would really love to break her. Her confidence invites me... to fuck her until she breaks down. A woman's place is less than a man's. They should know who they are. They have a job, to make a man happy.

"I can permit you to leave. But I need you here first." By patting my thigh, I gave her the last chance.

Instead of giving it a shot, she turned around and tried to open the door.

That's it.

I pulled her hair. Damn!! The long women's hair. I love to pull it while fucking that pussy.

She screamed, and I imagined her screaming my name when I have my way with her.

Hitting my feet with her heels, she fell on the floor. Her clean thighs were tempting. I will ensure that she can never hit anyone in her life again.

My feet were hurting, but I wanted to teach her a lesson. I dragged my feet, but she was so quick. She took the keys out of my jacket and ran away crying.

Shit!!!!

I missed my chance.

While I was cleaning up, I looked into her office. Her backpack was here. Checked the security cameras. She never left this building. I gave her a job and that's how I get paid.

Dialling the head of HR, I told him what he was supposed to do. He's good at managing employees like hers and I had to notify Chase as well. He works amazingly handling cases like this. And lastly, I just have to help myself.

Taking my other laptop, I played one of the sex videos that I filmed a few days ago. This woman is amazing. As I looked at her, I held my aroused member and jerked off until I was relieved.

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Next on the list is dinner with my family.

Smelling me, "At least you have the decency to wash up before you meet our parents." Chase lectured me. "She used to work for you. Stop doing that to the employees."

"She was wearing a skirt." She's the reason. Of course, it has to be to facilitate the task of screwing her. If it's not me, then somebody else will have her cunt. Women have pussy for us.

"There's something called consent," Chase muttered, before faking a smile to Mom.

"Women are properties and properties don't need consent."

"This is for wives... and mistress." Chase reminded me.

"Stop it, both of you." When Dad knocked over the dining table, he got attention.

"Dear... they..." Mom was about to say but stopped when Dad stared at her. When I saw Mom, I knew SHE could be my wife. A perfect option. My mistress.

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"Chance... You happen to be marrying the Campbell girl." Dad looked at me.

"You arranged his wedding." Chase was taken aback.

"I'm sure she's perfect." Mom rings.

"But I'm not marrying her," I announce the decision. I'm not prepared to sleep with a woman my entire life.

"This was no question," Dad demanded. "If you can't marry her, Chase will."

"I'm getting married to some bullshit I don't know about," Chase grumbled.

"That's the only sister the Campbell brothers have," Dad said.

"Campbell's got a girl?" asked Chase.

"Someone amongst you will have to marry her." Dad insisted. "We require a son."

Remember that SHE will not be able to give them a grandchild, "if I marry her, then she would be nothing, but a baby maker." I unfolded my condition.

"After marriage, she is your property. Once you have a son, then Chase may have her." Dad agreed while Mom gave him the most detestable look. It doesn't matter, mom

"That's what women are for," I was happy.