Chapter 2: Connor
Fuck. Fuck Fuckity Fuck Fuck FUCK. Partner. I wasn't denying Zoë wasn't beautiful, Id seen her grow from a cute child to a beautiful woman through our school days. But to be responsible for someone else is not what I wanted. I didn't want to be the one that made the family business go under. With mother and father not living here anymore and father attending to the "outside business", the parties, the social gatherings, the networking meetings with other associates, I had to be the one to setup and take care of the rest.
Zoë. What do I do about her? I can't be the partner she's looking for, I can already feel her disappointment in having me as a life partner. Maybe I'll buy her a new wardrobe, coming from the slums can't have been easy and her clothes are very plain looking. I called for Mrs smith, now to be Zoë's personal maid. She walked in "Sir?" "I would like a new wardrobe to be bought for Zoë, take her measurements and buy her whatever she wants" Mrs smith nodded her head and walked back out the room. Hopefully that should make her happy. As long as I keep buying her things and letting her do whatever she wants she might at least be happy.
I powered up the security laptop and zoned in on Zoe's room. There she was sleeping in the foetal position wrapped in a towel still sobbing in between breaths.
"Oh god" I thought. "Am I really that bad?"
Maybe I should just avoid her? I can give her everything she ever wanted without being there.
I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face.
The phone rang and fathers name flashed up. More fucks.
"Hello father"
"Connor, finally a man right? Now I'll have an heir" his voiced sounded through.
"Yes she's home with me, settling in" I tried to emphasise the settling in part. I knew he didn't care about Zoë or her well-being but I still tried.
"Good good well you got a very special night tonight make sure…" and then I stopped listening. For gods sake dad not everything was about a fucking heir. I know he was worried about losing his position as "mayor" also known as mob boss and supreme ruler, gross but there had been more riots recently. But what was a baby supposed to do? It could just be another death.
My eyes wandered back to the screen. Zoë had shifted in her sleep and her towel had fell open. My cock stirred, oh god she was a beauty. Definitely going to have to visit my playroom tonight. What I wouldn't give to have Zoë there, bent over the horse, red marks all over her chocolate skin, hands tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth with drool dripping down the sides. She'd look at me, eyes half closed with lust but pure adoration. That wanton look begging me to finish her off. Now I was full mast.
I shook my head, no, it was bad enough that she hated me as it was without adding my sexual deviance to the mix. I'd have to find someone else tonight. Father was still droning on.
"Father, I have to go now, lots to do and prepare for" I cut him off. I'd had enough for one day.
"Okay son, I will see you soon" and hung up. That sounded like a threat. I sighed again and leaned back in my chair. Fuck.
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