Feisty Repartee

TSOTF, Part 13

Martin took another drink and set the glass on the table beside the bed. He loosened his tie and thought of Kate spreading her legs for his son. Clipped to the back of the papers Coleman had left was a photo, obviously taken from the grounds outside his office. Jack was sitting in Martin’s desk chair, while Kate straddled his hips, naked. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy. The slut was fucking his son!

He pulled his tie off and threw it to the floor. He wondered just how long she had been inviting him to her bed. Days? Months? Years? He knew he had no right to sit in judgment of her, given his numerous affairs and the high-priced hookers he indulged in, but to sleep with his son? She couldn’t have hurt him worse, he thought. She was his wife, damn it! Did she love Jack, or was she simply fulfilling her need when he was away? The possibility that Jack was nothing more to her than a distraction, much the way his mistresses had been, entered his mind. Still, he thought, she was bedding his own son! Right then he knew he would kick her ass to the curb and divorce her as soon as flew back to the states.

He reached for the papers and stared at them a long time. If he signed them he would recoup his losses plus some, but he would lose the formula. He thought of Jack, and what might happen to him if he refused to sign the papers. Sighing deeply, he realized his son was more like him than he’d thought. He had never turned down an attractive woman’s offer for sex. In a way, he couldn’t blame Jack for not having the strength either.

He knew he could never do anything that would endanger his son. He sighed heavily and cursed himself for allowing his greed and lust for power to over-ride his usually cautious business sense. He hadn’t even bothered to investigate Coleman or the others when Coleman approached him. All he saw was the chance for the formula to be refined and eventually sold to the military for billions. He’d been stupid to think Coleman was simply seeking a partner with the funds to help him acquire it.

Coleman obviously didn’t need the financial backing of anyone. His employers, Martin thought. Why hadn’t they bid on the formula? He knew Vincenzo had conducted a thorough background search and investigation in Martin’s holdings before he agreed to accept his initial offer. What was Coleman’s employers trying to hide?

He signed the papers and tossed them onto the floor, watching as the photo of Kate and Jack settled by his feet. He knew Kate would walk away with a couple million, according to the prenup. Jack, on the other hand, Martin thought angrily, needed to learn just who was the alpha male of the family.

He stood and undressed, pleased that his anger had aroused him. Lying back on the bed, grateful he hadn’t allowed his assistant to request a replacement for the whore he’d kicked out earlier, he closed his eyes in anticipation, knowing he paid the woman enough to forget that he was her employer for the night. When he felt her lips on him, he wondered if his wife were doing the same to his son at that very moment.

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