2 Chapter. Alan

Two weeks ago.

I drove my sports car up to my mistress's house. I don't need security today, though I know they're not letting me out of their sight. I like to drive, so I'm driving today. Parked my sports car, got out and headed for the front door. I entered the house I was renting without knocking, the door was open. A naked Stella walked toward me with a smooth, unhurried gait. Tall, graceful, waist-length hair, gorgeous figure. High and full breasts that swayed slightly as she moved, wide hips and narrow waist - just the way I like it. The brown-eyed brunette, smiling with her sensual mouth, approached and said:

- Hey... what took you so long? I've been waiting," she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.

Picking her up by her gorgeous ass, headed into the room with her:

- Well, come on, baby...

She started kissing my face erratically. I don't like my face to be touched, but I let her sometimes, except on my lips, of course. I don't kiss or kiss on the lips, even if it's my lover. I was away for a long time, I went to Ossetia, to my family. I see that she missed me, that's the only reason I allow such liberty. I took her, threw her on the bed, she immediately spread her long legs wide. I pull off my T-shirt, looking at her wet open crotch, keeping my gaze, I take off my jeans with boxers, throwing them on the chair. My cock was already rock hard with a drop of lube on the head.

- Get on your knees, baby.

She turned, kneeling on her knees, bent at the waist. Positioning myself between her legs, I entered her leaky hole with one hard thrust of my rock-hard cock up to her balls, immediately picking up the pace. Fixing her head against the sheets, I thrust into her as far as I could with tearing, passionate cries. Stretching the pleasure, I came out of her, giving her a weighty spank on her gorgeous ass - good, bitch...

- Come here and suck my dick, baby. You're the best sucker in the world.

I got up from the bed, spreading my legs. My cock jiggled, glistening with her lubrication, the exposed head just waiting for the caress of her tongue and tender throat. Stella sat down on the floor at my feet, opened her mouth and literally swallowed my cock, taking my mouth completely on her cock.

- Good...fuck...that feels so good...speed up..." she fucks my cock with her throat, adjusting to the pace I dictate. Her hands are busy with her clit, which she is rubbing, bringing herself to orgasm. I only held her head against my groin as I cum, spurting viscous cum into her mouth. - M-m-m-m... fuck... yeah... - I cum pretty good, recovering my breath, watching Stella throw her head back with her mouth a little dirty from my cum, cry out, and catching up with me, cumming from my own fingers.

- Go get your face cleaned up, I want to fuck you again.

She retreated to the bathroom to wash her mouth and face clean of drool and cum.

He came out about an hour later, completely satisfied. He lit a cigarette, letting out rings of blue smoke. I don't like to change women, I am satisfied with one constant mistress who knows what I like and what is required of her. I don't like courtship, it's not for me. Stella is just like that. All that keeps us together is sex, and my money, of course. That's why all that love crap doesn't work for me. I think Stella herself knows that she is not the limit of my dreams, as long as I feel good, she is with me, and I provide for her. Since she's a smart woman, she doesn't need to be told such elementary things. I threw the cigarette butt in the nearest trash can. I sat in the car, started the engine, a pleasant roar went through the turbines of my sports car, music pleased my ears. I was driving through the night city, the car interior was cut by a smartphone call, I looked at the incoming call from whom, I took the call from the steering wheel, pressing the button.

- Good evening, Vadim.

- Good evening, Alan. I need to see you.

- Is it urgent?

- Well...that depends.

- You're speaking in riddles... Tell me where to come?

- I'm at the North Restaurant.

- I'll be right there," I disconnected. I was almost out of the city, my mansion was outside the city limits. I turned around at a deserted intersection, pressed the gas pedal and reached the restaurant in forty minutes. I walked up the steps and was greeted by the porter. I entered the restaurant and headed upstairs, the receptionist following me.

- Good evening, Mr. Arsoev," he greeted me.

Without slowing his step, he told him:

- Borisov.

He understood me with one word:

- The rightmost VIP room.

He walked on, leaving the administrator behind, opened the door, entered the room where Borisov was sitting alone at the table, with a decanter of alcohol and a folder beside him.

- Come on in, Alan, I've been waiting for you.

Looking at the table, he asked:

- You're drinking from your throat?

Smiling, he replied:

- No, get the glasses.

Handed him glasses from a neighboring table:

- I'm driving, Vadim.

- Well, have a seat, I'm not a fan myself, you know.

Sitting down, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his jeans pocket and placed it on the table.

- I'm listening to you, Vadim.

- Alan, I've known you and your father for many years, you run a great business. Frankly speaking, I didn't expect you to be so savvy and many of the ideas we've implemented are solely to your credit.

- I'm touched that you're taking credit for it," I said sarcastically. I hate it when people start praising me. - But don't you think it's strange the place and time you chose to do it?

- You're impatient with everything because you're young and your blood is hot. I'm sick, Alan.

I tensed up a little, but didn't show it.

- Well, get treated.

- No... I am seriously ill and I don't have much time, six months tops. Unfortunately, not all diseases can be cured and no money can help. I've been silent for so long, I thought I'd make it... but fate has decided otherwise.

There's nothing to be said for it. Borisov was not the kind of man who needed sympathy. So I sat in silence, listening to him. My respect for this man is boundless.

- That's life, and these things happen. But I didn't call you here to sympathize with me. I'm a pretty strong man, and I can handle it. I called you here to get you a favorable contract. Don't interrupt me and listen to me till the end, you can draw conclusions afterwards. I give you all my assets and shares, which is forty percent, and you become the main holder of them.

- But? - I couldn't resist.

- Yeah, you're right, there's always a "but" in these matters. You're marrying my daughter.

- What?!

- You're good-looking, athletic, smart. I'm sure she'll like you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...are you picking out a stallion for your daughter?!

- You're looking at this the wrong way, partner. When I'm gone, which will be very soon, she'll be an easy target for a lot of people, and you know it yourself. My girl will be killed," his voice trembled. - I raised her alone after her mother left. I'm already very guilty in front of her, practically did not pay attention to her... She was only with nannies, and I have all the work, work, work. What to remember now... You can't get it back. But I love her madly. Here are my terms: You marry my girl and take my share. Don't say anything now, you're hot and very hot-tempered, so get over it, think it through and then we'll sign the contract.

I stood up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, but Borisov stopped me:

- Wait, this is for you. Take it," he handed me a folder, apparently with a contract.

He took it, said goodbye, and walked out. I left the restaurant as quickly as I had entered it. My rage was unbounded, and for a while I was still walking around the restaurant, filling my lungs with nicotine. After the second cigarette I went to my sports car and drove away to my mansion. I realize only one thing. No matter how I feel about him and don't want him to be ill, I can't allow Borisov to transfer the shares and assets of the holding company to someone else due to the current situation!