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“Right there, Channie, baby! Please don’t stop!”

Rolling my eyes, I pumped faster into Angelina as I tried my best not to strangle this bitch. I’ve been fucking on her since the night of the entrepreneur event, and I was bored. I would have left her at the ballroom if I knew she would also be as bothersome as she is.

As I hammered in and out of her, my mind wandered to my wife-to-be, Noemi.

She drove me crazy with her independence and smart mouth, but that’s what will make it so much more sweeter when I break her down.

Just the thought of ruining her to the point where she only needed me made my dick even harder.

“Oh shit!” I groaned as I placed my hand around Angelina’s frail neck. She was pretty as hell, but the bitch was skin and bones. “Take this dick, Mimi.”

Angelina tried to push me off and protest, but she was no match for my solid frame. Thrusting in and out of her, she clawed at my hand as mine got tighter around her throat. Feeling my balls tighten, I snatched out of her mediocre pussy and jacked my dick, ejaculating all over her body.

“Did you really just call me another woman’s name?” Angelina peered up at me, fighting for breath. For someone who was just thoroughly fucked, she looked anything but. “I can’t believe you.”

“It was the only way I could make myself come…” I panted as I rolled over on my back. “You need to drink more water, baby. You’re too pretty for your pussy to be so dry.” I threw my arm over my eyes, but I could feel her staring. “Go get a towel and clean me up. I need to leave soon.”

She was quiet for a moment before she sighed and did as I asked. I couldn’t care less about Angelina or how she felt. This was only a physical exchange; if she thought otherwise, she was in for a rude awakening. She was just one of many, but after today, she’d probably be excluded from the list.

As she came out of her bathroom with the clean towel, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my cell phone.

Checking my messages and notifications, I was pissed off that I didn’t see anything from Noemi.

Granted, I don’t know what I was expecting from her, being as though I haven’t called or shown up to her place in days, but she could at least pretend to care.

“Here…” Angelina frowned as she handed me the towel. “I guess you’re about to go run to your precious Mimi.”

Dropping the towel on my dick, I glared at her back as I watched her walk across the room and grab her robe.

I needed to hurry up and get out of here before I killed this bitch.

After cleaning myself, I looked around her room in search of my clothing.

Right as I pulled up my boxers, I decided to give my fiancée a call.

“Hello,” her soft voice answered on the second ring. “It’s almost midnight, Chandler.”

“Did I wake you, baby?” My lip twitched as I fastened my slacks. “I could come over and put you back to sleep.”

Noemi and I have been together for over six months, and I haven’t even sniffed the pussy.

We’ve spent the night at each other’s place a few times, but it wasn’t because she wanted to.

I had to all but tie her down to make her lie next to me.

She told me she wasn’t a virgin, so I’m not sure what’s taking her so long to give me what’s ultimately going to be mine.

If I find out in any way that she’s fucking a nigga behind my back, I’m killing them both.

“Chan… it’s late, and I have work tomorrow.” She yawned. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere with your whore of the week?”

I chuckled lowly. Seems as if she wasn’t the only one because Angelina was frowning at me. “You sound jealous. Just say the word, baby, and his dick will be all yours.”

Standing from the bed, I pushed Angelina out of my way as I searched for my suit jacket and keys.

It was nearing midnight, and I needed to get home.

Usually, I would be inclined to spend the night wherever I fucked in case I wanted to dive back into some pussy during the night, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case here.

“Chandler, I’m sure whoever you're with has it covered,” Mimi finally responded in a huff. “I haven’t heard from you in days, but you call and want to sleep with me?”

“Baby, I’m not with?—”

“Channie, are you leaving?” Angelina asked as she wrapped her arms around my torso once I reached the door. “Come back to bed, love.”

Spinning my body around, I pushed her off me with all my might. Hitting the floor with a thud, her wide eyes showcased shock and fear.

“Chandler! Are you really calling me from another woman’s house right now?” Mimi yelled, going off on the other end of the phone. “When I think you can’t get any more disrespectful, you prove me wrong. Get off my line, nigga!”

Seeing my screen flash, indicating Noemi had disconnected the call, I looked back to Angelina and saw red. Slowly, I pocketed my cell, keeping my eyes to Angelina. Taking slow, deliberate steps, I eyed her like a predator eyeing its prey. She’d fucked up, and she knew it.

“Channie—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I whispered through my gritted teeth, causing her to crawl backward. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I’m sorry—ahh!”

Grabbing her by her hair, I could feel it rip from her scalp as I yanked her from the floor. I slung her across the room, watching her crash into the glass coffee table.

“Do you know who the fuck I am?” I roared as I stalked over to her. “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again!”

My chest heaved up and down as I watched her bloody body wither in pain.

Her cries of agony meant nothing to me. Had she stayed in her place, she wouldn’t be lying at my feet, battered and broken.

Crouching in front of her, I gripped her hair once more and brought her bloody, tear-stained face to mine.

“C-Chandler, please,” she croaked. “I’m so s-sorry.”

“You know… in my line of work, women and children have always been off limits.” I smirked as she shrank in fear.

“You have no idea who the man is before you. With one call, I can make it look like you never existed. I could kill you right now, with my bare hands, and walk out of here to the very fiancée you think you’ve run off.

I told you the first night I fucked you…

you are to stay in your place. I told you that Noemi is not your concern, but you had to make yourself known.

This is your first and final warning, Angelina. Next time, I’m killing you.”

Throwing her back to the ground, I stood to full height and hovered over her.

As I looked her over, my mind drifted to Mimi, prompting me to call her back.

She just didn’t know how good she had it with me.

I may fuck around, but it was better than beating her ass and taking what she wouldn’t willingly give.

Hearing my calls continuously go to voicemail, the patience I had with her was running thin.

Noemi had better tighten her ass up, or she’d end up in worse shape than Angelina.

I didn’t give a fuck who her family was.

“Scott, correct me if I’m wrong, but I could have sworn I asked you to have those reports on my desk by noon.” Leaning against the doorframe of my best engineer’s office, I glanced down at my Rolex before dragging my eyes back to him. “It’s well after two.”

Confused, he typed a little on his keyboard before giving his attention to me. “Boss, I had those documents completed and delivered to your secretary this morning as requested. You sent me an email earlier saying everything should be rerouted to her. Is there a problem?”

As much as I wanted to go the fuck off, I didn’t because it wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t sure what type of games Cindy was playing, but about my business, she could die today.

“You’re good, man…” I pushed off and nodded. “I look forward to viewing your findings.”

Fuming, I made my way down the hallway in search of Cindy.

The look on my face must have told my staff to get the fuck out of the way because everyone scrambled to make a path for me.

Running a multi-million-dollar corporation was something I hated, but since the passing of my father at the hands of Rosier, I wasn’t left with much of a choice.

“Joyce, have you seen Cindy?” I asked one of my two assistants with some bass in my tone. I looked around the area where their two desks sat, not seeing Cindy anywhere. “Is she on lunch?”

“The last time I saw her, she was in your office, sir,” she replied hesitantly before pointing behind her. “She went in about ten minutes ago.”

Nodding curtly, I adjusted the buttons on my jacket and marched toward the mahogany doors that led to a separate waiting room, which ultimately led to my office.

Pushing the doors open, I wasn’t expecting to see her spread-eagled across my desk.

Any other day, I would have fucked her all over this office, but today, she’d messed up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted as I slammed the door behind me, scaring her. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Shooting up from the desk, a look of panic passed over her.

Cindy was a beautiful girl with the palest vanilla skin, large, doe-shaped eyes, and the pointy nose and thin lip combo most Valley girls had.

White girls aren’t typically my thing, but the day she bounced into my office with those perky breasts on display, I had to have her.

She didn’t hesitate to let me stick it in all her holes on the first day on the job either.

The girl was a freak, and that is what kept her around.

Other than that, she was as dumb as a box of rocks, proving the legitimacy to the blonde jokes often made.