The Love Of Money - Episode 132
29-07-25 (07:41)
Marcus meets a new lady and enjoys his private
plane.
Wednesday, 6:45 am
"Mmm... leaving already?"
I tumed as I finished buttoning my shirt, looking at the
lovely blonde propped up on one elbow, watching me
through sleepy eyes. Even waking up, Helen was a
vision. The sheet draped partially off her back, exposing
a shoulder and generous amounts of teardrop-shaped
side boob - a feast for my eyes. That hunger must have
been obvious despite the low light of early morning
because she smiled at me and reached up to tuck some
stray hair behind her ear. Something was different
about the way she looked at me this time. Usually, she
was a tigress.
A seductress. A goddess of lust and hedonism taking
human form. Now, she looked more like a blushing,
vulnerable young woman with about fifteen years less
experience. She felt more like a girlfriend the morning
after an intense lovemaking session. It was adorable.
"Yeah," I said, "Erin's downstairs getting everything
together. We're leaving in about fifteen minutes."
Helen sighed. "There goes morning sex, I guess
"You have other options, I pointed out.
Helen snorted. "That's more work than I'm willing to put
in right now."
We were talking about Bobbi.
After finishing with her, Helen suggested we leave her
trussed to my bed and find a different room for the
night. I'd been reluctant, but Helen convinced me she
knew what she was doing. She confessed to having
spent time in Bobbi's position and was confident she
would be alright. I made a note to ask Helen about that
when I had more time.
"But," Helen continued, "I guess I should give her a
break."
"I had Erin untie her about thirty minutes ago," I said as
I approached her. I ran my fingers through her hair until
they caught several tangles, and redirected them to
stroke her cheek. My fingertips traced the faint pattern
of lines left behind by the pillow's creases as I looked
into her beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm sure you know what you're doing," I said, "but
maybe go a little easy on her this morning. I don't want
to push her too hard."
Helen tumed her head and pressed her lips into my
palm, eyes closed as she inhaled my scent. Finally, she
pulled away and said, "She'll be fine. I promise."
We exchanged looks for several moments; I was
unsure if her words were enough for me but conceded
with a nod. If there was one area where' I could show
Helen trust without too much cost, it was with Bobbi
and my apartment. Erin made sure that nothing vital
was being kept here while I was gone, so in case
things went south with Helen, there was only so much
damage she could do. I hoped it was an unnecessary
measure. I wasn't ready for this to end.
"You're going to order the things we talked about last
night?" I asked.
"I'll do it today," she said with a smile. "I'll send you
images along with all the documentation on the
company."
"Awesome. Thank you."
I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers in a
soft kiss. There was no heat... just intimacy. Something
in her had definitely changed.
"Be careful with Ashlee," she said as I straightened.
"She's smarter than she looks."
"I can't believe you're okay with this."
"You're extracting information from her. Not having her
assassinated."
"And you're okay with me messing with her feelings?"
"That's her doing," Helen said, falling back onto the
mattress. The way she stretched emphasized the feline
qualities I often associated with her, and I watched as
her breasts a little more than a handful each - flattened
against her chest as she lay on her back with her arms
over her head. "Maybe she'll learn a valuable lesson
from it. Either way, I gave up on anything resembling a
mother-daughter relationship a long time ago. I think
she resents me.
I simply watched her for several moments, mulling over
the relationship she had with her daughter while
enjoying the view. I found their situation a little hard to
swallow, but I wasn't going to press her on it. I needed
to leave soon. "Okay, Helen. I'll be back Sunday, See
you then."
She murmured a non-committal response as she rolled
over, and I caressed her blonde hair once more before
walking through the bedroom door and shutting it
behind me. I went downstairs and headed toward the
kitchen, following the smell of coffee. Sure enough,
there was a fresh mug on a warmer for me on the
kitchen counter. I wasn't the only one in the kitchen
though.
Bobbi sat a couple of seats down from where' my mug
was, sipping on a cup of coffee and staring off into the
distance. It wasn't until approached the counter that her
head snapped around to look at me, large eyes wide
for a moment and shoulders tense as if she were ready
to bolt. She looked rough, but not as rough as I
anticipated. Her hair had a few tangles, and her
makeup from last night had smeared and streaked,
giving her a severe goth look. She wore one of my
band T-shirts that looked baggy on her, the collar had
slipped off one shoulder, leaving it bare. I couldn't quite
tell what she was wearing under it, but judging by the
generous flash of thigh got as I approached the counter,
she was either wearing underwear, boyshorts, or
nothing.
"Hey Bobbi," I said and sipped my coffee. "Sleep well?"
She stared back at me for several heartbeats and then
looked away as she took a sip from her mug, acting as
if she didn't have a care in the world. "I slept great."
Judging by the bags under her eyes or it might have
just been
old makeup she was full of shit, but after the rough
night Helen
and I had given her, I decided to let it slide. "Good.'
"At least until your fucking assistant woke me up."
"I asked her to," I shot back. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd
mind. Next time I won't bother."
"Next time?" Bobbi said, and I noticed the slight waver
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