PART THREE
Chapter Sixteen
Fifteen years later
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” Noah gripped the head of the blonde who was licking on his cock like it was a Popsicle stick. She certainly had a way with her mouth. She sucked on the head of his dick, taking him back to her throat, swallowing him down. Closing his eyes, he groaned as she deep-throated him. That small tension as she fought her own gag reflex. It took every single ounce of control not to hold her head and fuck her face, to make her take all of his cock regardless if she choked on it.
Pumping into her throat, he tilted his head back and unloaded every single drop of his cum into her greedy little mouth. She took it as well, just like he knew she would, like the hungry little whore that she was.
Once he finished, he pulled from her mouth and stood up.
“Um, you taste so good.”
He rolled his eyes, buttoned up his pants, pulled the zipper into place, and fastened his jacket. “You may go now.”
“Are you kidding me?” the blonde asked, getting to her feet. She wiped the remnants of his cum from her chin and glared at him. “What about me?”
“I said I wanted you to suck my cock, not for us to have a prolonged conversation, and certainly not for me to go anywhere near your nasty snatch.” He pressed a button for his security, and within a matter of seconds, two men walked into his hotel room.
“It’s time to go, Miss.”
“I cannot believe you or this.”
Noah didn’t even know her name, not that there was any point in learning it. In the last fifteen years he had a messy divorce under his belt from a woman who liked to suck him dry for all of his money as well. It was a shame. He’d been about to hand over half of everything he earned when the video of her infidelity alerted him to the fact she wasn’t faithful at all. During his three years of marriage, he had been faithful to his wife.
Of course, that had been the start of his career when he made it big on the stock market and used that money to invest into his own company until he was now a respectable businessman in the market for buying, selling, and improving companies. Some companies he purchased for the name only and to improve the brand they started out with. For other companies, he simply tore them apart and used the ground to help expand his own companies.
Over the years, he’d built his way into millionaire status, respected businessman, and soon, on his way to billionaire, but he cared about none of it. He’d been able to keep his past private. Being a minor in high school, that shit was locked up tight, and it had also been the agreement he made with the detective at the time.
Nothing about what happened was allowed to make headlines. No one could know what he’d been forced to do or what he’d been capable of doing afterward.
Day by day, his life had become his own, and he was more than happy with that. College had been a blast. He’d worked his ass off to get there, and there was no way in hell he was screwing that up.
Pulling out a couple of hundred dollars, he handed them to the woman just as she was removed from his room. Closing the door behind them, he checked the time and saw he had to get back to his latest acquisition.
Finishing off his coffee, he hummed to himself, until biting into a bagel interrupted the flow. Within a matter of minutes his team was with him once again, escorting him down to his car.
“Wayne will be waiting for you at the building. He wanted to let you know that people are worried you’re going to shut down the company,” William, his head of security detail, said.
“That’s over a thousand jobs. It’s not a decision I’m going to make lightly. I’ve got to look over their accounts and see how they’re handling shit first.” He finished off his bagel, wiping away any crumbs that might have dropped onto his suit. Climbing into the back of the car, William already had another coffee ready for him.
It was his addiction of choice and got him through many a dull board meeting.
William climbed behind the wheel, and they drove toward the Sanderson building. Over many years the company had become the start up for software and was the first place people came to with a vision of how their work should be written.
Over the years with the increase in software and technology, Sanderson had lost its way and their perfectionist touch had been lost. His buying the company was their lifeline. Noah truly believed they were the best when it came to writing software, and he only hoped that his gut instinct had been right about them.
Arriving at the building, he was a little underwhelmed by the size. Most of the buildings around it were large, and this was only half the size. He was used to buying bigger companies.
This could end up being a bad investment. If that was the case, it would be the first time he’d been wrong about something like this.
Entering the building, he was aware of all the commotion and ignored it, going straight to the elevator and clicking the button for Arthur’s floor. Arthur Sanderson was the only person he was interested in seeing. At sixty years old, he needed to retire, but he refused to put down his pen and let the younger ones take over.
Their meetings had always been short and sweet, and Noah knew Arthur wasn’t a fan of his, or his business practices.
He entered Arthur’s office before his secretary could even alert him that someone was there.
“I do not appreciate your lack of manners,” Arthur said.