RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

"Don't know why you're giving me that look when you should be praising her for being smart and cautious."

"You saved her and then just dumped her."

"I didn't dump her. I brought her all the way back to this house and then left her in Catherine's care.

You can't blame me if she decided to be an introvert."

"You could have checked up on her."

"Perhaps. But considering I saved her life, shouldn't she have sought me out to give her thanks? Maybe even show some appreciation.

Understanding the trauma she's been through, I could've settled for just a blowjob."

My words earned a small scare from Grace and a sigh of defeat from Denise, and then we continued our meal.

While I was dressed in plain night pajamas, Denise and Grace wore shiny black ones, their styled hair particularly drawing my attention.

There were a few minutes of silence before Denise began reporting herself.

"I got back last night. Everything with Google is settled. We have to wait for the five months to pass and for your prediction to come true."

"Hmm. I didn't know you had so much faith in me."

"I thought about it, and I don't know you to fail when you make big moves.

The fact that I'm working for you tells the story."

"That's good.

Are there any loopholes to worry about?"

"No. Everyone we found, we made sure to plug very tightly."

"Nice.

With this roundup, I want you to now focus on the programming team I was telling you about.

Focus on getting the best and locking them into NDA agreements.

There are a ton of projects to be undergone."

"So many projects at once?"

"Shouldn't we take things slowly?"

"No. We don't have time."

Resting her chin on her right hand while chewing, Denise shook her head and then spoke.

"Remember that you're also making a hedge fund.

I know you said you will be at its head and be more directly involved, but there's still work for me in that.

The beginning stages of a project are the most important.

Your idea might be bright, but if you don't put necessary and sufficient effort into it, the idea might crash.

If this phase we're entering becomes as big as I think, I won't be able to give them all sufficient attention."

"So you're saying we need manpower?"

"Not just any manpower. Top-level ones. Ones like me and Nadia—people you trust.

Delegation sounds simple, but a mistake, especially at the top, can shatter a budding organization."

"Okay, I've heard you. While I look for additional help, I'll see to us lowering our starting point."

"Thank you."

Breakfast included just me, Denise, and Grace at the dining table, with Catherine at the back.

Breakfast continued harmoniously, and when we were done, I moved to retire to my study—but Denise took me to hers.

Looking at the stretch of the room and the three bookshelves placed to one side, I was reminded of my complaint when I first came to this mansion.

"Your house is big—really big. What's its story?"

"I got it as a gift," Denise replied, turning to me and presenting a chair by her desk.

"No thanks."

Taking a few steps further into the study, I collapsed on a black couch, tapping the remaining space beside me for Denise.

Rather than come over though, the woman bent down and opened the drawers of her desk, giving me a stimulating view of her fat rump.

"You do know your ass is sticking out and pointing my way, right?"

"Sorry. Bear with me for a second."

Not much time passed before Denise stood and turned, heading over to me with a cigar and lighter.

"Wow. It's been a while since I've had a cigar."

"That's good—it means you aren't addicted to it."

"Shouldn't you be trying to keep that away from me?" I said, and just after those words, opened my mouth as Denise elegantly squatted and put the cigar in it.

Following that, she lit my stick, and only after seeing me release a puff did she stand.

Denise's rise brought her big butt straight to my face, and my gaze narrowed on her.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were setting me up for some manipulation, your intentions harmful."

"If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have to put up an act."

Still not taking a seat, Denise returned to her desk, bent over, and once more gave me a great view of her ass.

This time she moved around in that position before returning with a bottle and two glasses.

The woman brought over a stool and placed the drink down, and only after serving me with a red glass of wine did she take a seat.

"Your actions so far have awoken my dragon, and right now I just want to bend you over and fuck you."

"Yet you haven't."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a drag, the butt of my cigar lighting up red.

"It means you still have control and weren't seduced into promising a hundred million dollars we do not have."

"Ahhh, that."

Suddenly, my wine glass became more attractive, my hardening rod rapidly softening.

"This cigar tastes quite nice. What is it?"

"There's no new taste there—it's your favourite: Cohiba."

"I see. Then it must be your presence causing the change in taste.

Having a beautiful woman like you brings about a completely different reality."

"You know Amber Jacobs is the daughter of Laura Jacobs, and yet you still went to a party with her."

"You know what they say about keeping your enemies closer," I shrugged.

"Want a taste?"

"No. I like my lungs healthy."

Denise's reply made my lips flatten, and I murmured under my breath.

"You didn't have to say the last line."

"A hundred million dollars to charity? I thought we were trying to conserve money."

"We are."

"Then what's with your shenanigans?"

"I'm looking to rope myself into Sky's friend group."

"And you think this will work?"