The Crown Plaza development is the most important investment in my career.Not only is Khalid Al-Mansour, the major funder, now uncertain, but there’re been community protests on the site.
Which is unusual given there has been no announcement about the project.Therefore, I’ve assumed there has been a leak.One that’s hard to track given the amount of people involved.
Every new development has public resistance, but this one is louder than normal.The two-billion-dollar mixed-use tower will have apartments and retail along with a luxury boutique hotel and two clubs.Residents are unhappy about what that will mean to their neighborhood and parks.
I’m meeting with my teams this week to assess where things are, but once we get our zoning approval, we’ll proceed regardless.
This is why I had to race back to Manhattan.The approval is delayed, and the noise loud.Otherwise, I would have waited for my jet to be repaired.
I’m not sorry.
I’ve spent the past two nights thinking about Emily’s mouth and the taste of her wet pussy.
I meant what I said, we have unfinished business.
I have every intention of fucking her for an entire evening or even an entire weekend.
Let’s just say I’ve imagined her bent over a few pieces of furniture in my penthouse while stroking my hard cock.While fantasy can be much better than reality, in this instance I’ve tasted the goods and know it’s going to be worth it.
It was clear from the moment Emily appeared in a cloud of chaos in first class that we were complete opposites.And yet, within minutes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
She was like a magnet.
I’ll arrange for my chef to make us dinner at my penthouse, then after, dive into the extracurricular activities.
Emily is starting her new life in New York.She’s not interested in dating a thirty-something man, and I’m not interested in a relationship.I’m interested in her pussy and, by the way her eyes lit up when she saw my cock, I know she’s keen to finish what we started.
A girl like Emily wants a ring and a white wedding.Fuck that.I’ve seen where that leads you.
Six feet under.
Or like my sister, divorced and handing over kids each weekend.Catherine’s split with her husband five years ago was another nail in the coffin for me when it came to marriage.
Jack found out the hard way.I have the luxury of being smarter.
Knock knock.
I lift my head from the email I’ve read about seventeen times while lost in my thoughts.
Julie stands in the doorway next to a young woman with red hair, seductive curves, and a pale, startled looking expression.
No.
No fucking way.
“Mr.Remington, this is Emily Harper.Your new personal assistant.”
Holy fucking shit.
