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Chapter 8 Mixing business with pleasure

Word Count: 2494    |    Released on: 08/12/2021

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social climbing, self

dig

digge

in, and through it all, my mind still struggled to come up with reaso

y, I always c

nce the incident, and I'm still back at

sed and ang

mething I'd done, it only felt right to quiz me about it so I

to conclusions, throwing horrid names at me

going to f

ve

ftly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stood up, and buttoned my lemon-colored blazer, ignor

ad worked on had been nothing short of perfect; we had about eight

gh

had already been taken, leaving just sixteen. It hadn't gotten there yet, but I had plans to r

n was on the si

ot sabotaging Dylan's

ollapsed the moment he ki

ne Dylan was back

st thin

r you Miss, you

ovely butler and with a qu

short, old man with bald hair and a protruding stomach maybe, so

e actually, but it was his eyes that sealed the deal; a piercing grey that seemed to absorb everything with intere

thy, whether from the use of the stairs or from the touch of

gh

" He quipped, causing a blush to rapid

iful too." I threw back at him without

tiful??? That's all y

mit, I've been called a lot of things, but never have I been called beautiful. It means a lot to know that my beaut

ners? Please... have

his command and took a furt

be this close to nature and opulence. The house was for lack of a better description, a mansion, sitting in the middle of City Park. Being

old man with you addressing me so

's only fair that you call me Brianna –o

lly i

reat. Let's

serves as an online venue for our interested sellers, producers and consumers... and we regulate our service by ensuring that goods and ser

act that he seemed actually interested in what I had to say than in my looks. I couldn't quite say

ms, DigiMarket is another

ies end. You see, we have a fresh wave of ideas that I stro

that sat on his desk, shooting me an apologetic gaze. "Pardon my m

that's quit

. "Hey Max, can you please bring in some coffee for myself and the

ed pol

hing on my mind, but if that was wha

ss a cup wo

ew minutes later, pushing what appeared to be a serving cart of some s

ex." He bowed respectfully, turnin

t coffee or

h

e is fine

ax cleared up and left the office after that surprisingly short respite. I took a small sip and placed the sa

y all means, p

**

Y

e only leaned back and stared at me with her captivating blue eyes. "Oh, Dylan... what's t

one of the investors on the list... whom I had

not-be-mentioned, and she had been a pretty easy target, I'm not going to lie. I had been trying to poach her for DigiMarket and when she had expressed her interest in

e was getting a little too clingy, but I was g

erous,

but I just have one more proposition before I agree to be an inve

na

of my haphazard pitch had had her makin

aling with my father's infidelity and Brian

y didn't count as a betrayal or cheat

didn't really strike me as the type to sleep with

at was

d her to date within a certain age range or anything, but even

to silence my thoughts, but from the stunned look on the

said that

apparently s

ever failed to get women to their knees. "I think I'm a little stressed

osophically as if in a daze, like she was in a way, talking about herself. The moment passed in a flash and a p

, I'd like to hear it." I took in the picturesque painting of a countryside behind her for a quick moment before shifting my gaze back to her.

er straight blonde hair, stunning blue

d a candle to Brianna,

ven as the thought s

the

lways found a way to make her way into my thoughts, even th

our la

gret flooded

that... I actually didn't mea

essed against me and kissed

u

r up... how her light brown eyes always rolled to the back

ly mis

s to think of her with my dad at the hotel, and to think

just va

e and hate someone at the same tim

fucki

solute

with Brianna, (maybe I was and I didn't want to a

st met the girl for crying out loud, and yet, i

ded was another

hair while she droned on about how her father and ex-husband helped her

quick hard fuck didn't s

woul

M

first."

it, my eyes just drifted down to her long creamy legs. I watched her lean on her desk, right

quite easy actually...

e for the inform

s-attached situation. Why do you want to complicate things now?" I

, right? And it can be anything you want it to be, we could even e

hether taking such a step was professional, to what she w

ing professional, dude you

e stupid voi

cept. What's t

ell... how about we get this contract sig

blood-red staine

l, I have a b

nded like a blend of a squeal and a gasp. "How about we forget about the contract for n

inally finding her voice. "Mm, sounds like a splen

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