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Borisov, the main holder of shares and assets of the holding company, is terminally ill. He decides to enter into a contract with his partner Arsoev. He transfers to him all his rights on the holding, automatically making his partner the main holder. But on condition that he marries his daughter. Daughter Julia is too young for such business and will be an easy target for those who want to take her father's share. And to protect his daughter, Borisov competently draws up a contract with his lawyers and concludes it with Arsoev. Alan Arsoev, who had no plans to marry, agrees, as he was at the origins of the holding and cannot allow anyone else to take possession of Borisov's shares and assets, so he concludes a forced contract for himself. From the author: Introducing a hot new love story. You are waiting in this novel, as always a lot of love, a lot of sex, an interesting plot, which was built up in bits and pieces in my head and carried over into the chapters.))) Enjoy your reading)))
1 Chapter. Alan
Dear reader! Your attention please.
This story is completely made up by the author, any coincidences including all characters, places, names, etc. - are coincidental.
A big request not to stoop to insulting the author and his work. Before you start reading, please note that this story contains: coercion, a tough hero, hot bed scenes, hardcore sex, a tender virgin heroine with a rod, an exciting plot and of course a happy ending. Also: foul language, smoking, alcohol and violence.
P.S. The author is not agitating for the above, nor against bad habits.
Sincerely, Lika P.
- Come in! - I said, waiting for my assistant.
- Good afternoon, Alan.
- Hey. Did you bring it?
- Yeah... it's got everything you asked for.
- Great, let's get to know each other.
He handed me a folder.
- Have a seat," I stood up, went to the bar, took a decanter of cognac and poured a hundred grams into two glasses. I handed one glass to my personal assistant. - So, let's have a look, - I took one sip from the glass, sat back in the chair and opened the folder. - Umgu... Borisova Yulia Vadimovna... well, well... - he gathered his eyebrows at the bridge of his nose and began to read. - What do you think about it, Kostya?
Kostya, without hesitation, replied.
- Good girl.
- Hmmm...just as good?
- Well, what I see is what I say.
That's what I like about him, he doesn't fawn, he tells it like it is. I read on: Born in 2,000 4, just graduated from high school. She's interested in playing the piano, weaving...
- Weaving? Kostya, what kind of weaving? Beading?
- Yeah, sort of, in a word, needlework.
I was genuinely surprised, hmmm... Borisov's daughter does needlework... interesting... Seeing the look on my face, Kostya asked:
- What's so surprising to you?
- Like what? She's a major. Clubs, clothes. Beaches and all that.
- She doesn't look like a major, not at all.
- Uh-huh?
- Yeah, and don't look at me like that, I'm well aware that she's your fiancée.
- Well, I haven't decided yet..." I mumbled, took a generous sip of alcohol, and flipped the page, studying the information I'd gathered on my kind of fiancée.
- When I was doing my research on her. You know something would have come up or there would have been questions about something.
- That's right...I'll tell you, Kostya, it's too smooth.
- What do you mean? - Turning the glass with amber liquid with two fingers, he looks at me with a concentrated look. I trust Kostya completely, many people think we are friends, but we are not, he is my assistant, but he knows more than my friends and even my brother.
- I mean, come on, you know, a girl from a wealthy family. They're usually spoiled with a lot of permissiveness. And from the dossier we've compiled, she doesn't look like that. Where's the actual picture of her?
- At the end of the folder.
- Why at the end? They usually put it at the very beginning, on the first page.
- In a hurry.
- Well, okay, okay... - took the photo in his hands, looking into the face of a girl with a baby face, big turquoise eyes and light blonde hair. This photo is so natural, she was caught reading. Someone caught the girl's attention and she took her gaze away from the book, at that moment the photographer caught her in his lens. I wonder who caught your attention... Yu-la... Holding her gaze on the photo a little longer than she should.
- I remember her as a baby. My father was establishing a connection with Borisov at the time. I was twenty-two years old, graduating from college, and wanted to go into big business. My father helped me, vouching for me as a smart and promising businessman. At that time I already had a lot of money, which was a bigger argument for Borisov than my age. My grandfather had left me a decent fortune, and I wanted to make a big investment. My father was my mentor, but I also studied hard to know my business. She was six at the time, a skinny little girl with piercing turquoise eyes and plump lips on her baby face. I haven't been to Borisov's house since. We started a business together, decided to play big, I was young, even too young for such a business. But thanks to my mentor, my father, I was doing well. Although he lives in Ossetia, and I started living in Novosibirsk. We decided with Borisov that we needed to get into the market. I convinced him that it should be a holding company. So Borisov attracted Pronin and our shares, and in the future the assets were distributed: Borisov had forty, I had thirty-five, and Pronin had twenty-five.
- Now you can become a major holder of shares and assets...