The Love Of Money - Episode 175
30-07-25 (04:07)
Erin continued when I didn't respond, "Anyway, Chloe
told us you and Natashya were missing. She had John
take us home. When I asked her what she was going
to do, she just said 'my job' and then left. We didn't
see her for two days."
"I called Helen and filled her in. She called me back an
hour later and said that someone had broken the story
about the shooting since there were so many high-
profile people up there. I didn't have much to do, so
handled the locals on this end. Apparently, someone
who works for a local paper got wind that you were
there. Something about a picture of you with an
influencer?"
"Fuck," I said. "Charity." Another one who'd been killed
because of me. Someone must have gotten it off her
phone and realized who I was.
"That's the one," Erin said. "I bought the phone from her
sister. She was the one who had it. The reporter wasn't
in the mood to shut his mouth, so we bought the paper
and buried the story."
"Jesus," I muttered.
"We knew you wouldn't have wanted word to get
back to anyone on the board before your meeting." Erin
sald.
"Yeah," I said. "You did amazing. It's just.... I keep
forgetting how much 'fuck you' money I have,
sometimes."
"You're not kidding," Erin replied. I think there's more of
it than when we first met"
We grew quiet, listening to the faint hum of the plane
engines as we soared through the air, half of us beaten,
shot, or both. I thought about Charity and Ray... the
dead men at the warehouse.... the two unnamed
people who had escaped, The woman with the glasses
who had tried to seduce me like she was making a
business transaction, and the mystery man who had it
out for my blood. Who the hell were they?
After about five minutes of pondering, I noticed Erin
had started lightly stroking my arm. Her fingernails
grazed over my skin and sent chills down my arm,
shoulder, and half my chest; goose flesh erupted along
it. I sighed.
"I need to sleep," said. "I'm tired. I can feel it but can't
seem to shut off my brain."
"The doctor did say it'd be about an hour before
whatever he gave you wore off," Erin pointed out.
"Damn," said. I was so weary, I could feel it deep in my
soul.
Erin's fingers trailed down my arm, slid over my fingers,
and down to my thigh. looked down at her, and she
met my eyes with her own; I knew that look
anywhere', and usually, I'd have been an enthusiastic
participant, but after everything...
"I don't know that I can right now," I said, giving her a
sad smile.
"It's okay, Marcus," Erin said, returning my smile with
one of her own. There wasn't a trace of the playful
mischief normally present. All I could detect was sweet
concern. "Just lay there and let me take care of you."
I nodded and closed my eyes. Shutting off one of my
senses allowed me to concentrate on the feel of Erin's
light, delicate fingers as they drifted over my chest - a
stark contrast to the beatings I'd suffered through the
past three days. Erin's floral scent was a relief after
being subject to the musty, dank smells of an empty
warehouse, stagnant water, putrid coffee, and nicotine-
infested breath
"I got to know Emily a little better over the last few
days," Erin murmured, her quiet, husky voice a pleasant
sensation to the angry questions thrown at me. "She
opened up a little about Daniel and LA
Were I not so relaxed, I would have opened my eyes
and sat up, doctor's orders or not. The fact that Emily
had talked about those things with anyone, let alone a
near stranger, spoke volumes about what my sister
thought of my assistant. Instead, I willed myself to lay
there and absorb Erin's affection.
"She told me how good you'd been to her after she got
back," Erin continued, her voice low and soothing. "You
never asked anything from her. You never pressed her
on what happened."
I sensed a shift in her weight as her slight body leaned
into mine, and I felt the soft, feather touch of her lips
on mine. "You're a really good man, Marcus Upton."
And then she kissed me. It wasn't the hungry kiss of
Erin, the insatiable, aggressively bisexual
nymphomaniac who normally devoured me with the
heat of Haphestus's roaring furnace. No, this was soft,
sensual, and full of caring and longing... much like the
kisses she'd given me that night we'd made love on
my bed for the first time, only more. I extended my
tongue, brushed the tip across those soft, dark lips, and
tasted her.
The taste... so different from the putrid water, filthy
rags, and blood that had filled my mouth the past few
days. She tasted like mint and... home-she was
becoming a woman I was wholly familiar with-just as
comfortable and warm as she was enticing and
exciting.
I breathed into the kiss as it deepened and enjoyed the
sensation of her warm tongue meeting mine, sliding
across it as they danced to a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Her fingertips drifted lower, slipping over the elastic
waistband of my underwear and continuing over my
fabric-covered cock. Despite everything I'd been
through and my guilt at the deaths laid at my feet, I
felt it swell under her touch and in response to her love.
The only attention it had seen in days was from the
woman with the glasses, and she never finished me
off. After weeks of a regular diet of sex, my libido had
become used to a certain standard of living.
We continued kissing like that for several more
minutes. It never became heated like our usual
makeout sessions... just a slow, sweet exchange
between two souls who simply needed to be touched.
Even Erin's grinding against my dick was a series of
gentle caresses.
When our mouths finally separated, I slowly opened
my eyes to see her looking down at me with an
expression that almost made me cry, it was so
beautiful. I felt a tear slip out the corner of my eye, and
Erin dipped her head to kiss it away.
"I knew you would be a good boss," she whispered.
"That day, I could tell. I didn't expect you to be such a
good man."
"Erin," I said, "I'm not-"
She gave me another soft kiss on the lips to shut me
up and then rained gentle kisses all over my face.
"You're not perfect, Marcus, but you're a good man, and
I'm so lucky that found you that day." She kissed down
my bruised face, and I could feel her soft lips more than
usual, each caress leaving a near-burning sensation that
lingered as she continued blazing a little trail across my
mottled skin.
"I was scared, but not just that I'd lose all of this. I like
you, Marcus. I really like you, and like working for you,
and I was scared that I lost you. Not just as a boss, but
as a friend" She gave my dick a
little squeeze through my underwear and gave me a
slight grin, the old Erin shining through like rays of sun
through a cloudy day. "Maybe as a little more than a
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