The Hated Millionaire Heir

Her dirty secret

“Take care honey. I love you.” She whispered, releasing herself from his hug she fixed his neck collar the crispy texture evident and glared at his eyes, both had no idea they would grow this close. It has been five years since Angela and Tony first met in the elevator, phases outgrew the previous, from their first date down at the coffee shop to their current state of living together like husband and wife. Before they moved in together, they consulted their parents and made formal introductions, first was Angela’s parents who turned out to be a single mother and grew to enjoy Tony’s company, appreciate his visits and eventually gave her blessings for their marriage. Afterwards were Tony’s, his parents were his dad, his younger brother and his nanny whom all agreed that she was a good choice for their son. Nanny more so was like Angela’s mother, joyful, liked reliving the stressful times raising their child, and obsessed by the kitchen all characters she shared with Angela so it was bound they would bond.

“Is the WIFI paid yet?” Tony asked, despite his future wife already prepared him he was cautious to glare at the mirror and consult. He tucked his shirt and straightened his sleeves, his chest popped from the stretched silk and his neck clamped by the collar, “Yes I paid.” Angela answered. Uncomfortable by her hubby’s change she rose and shifted him from the mirror, each body to the other she reached his hand from his chest gliding it seductively to his waist and creepingly inside his trousers. The shift in emotions, Tony aware of what role he played reached for her waist, the other for her neck so he could look her in the eyes and see the begging in her eyes for him to continue. The actions elevated and not at the waist Tony’s hand reached for the thighs and hoisted her on the work table opposite from the mirror, Angela maintaining her eye contact reached deeper feeling the bulge grow till she felt the shirt’s end and pulled it roughly to the open. “Go to work.” Angela jokingly muttered, fixing his shirt well and tucked to her liking planted her peck on his cheek, Tony disappointed he wasn’t getting the warm up he was looking for sighed heavily.

“Fine I’m going.” Tony retorted pulling himself from her grasp, grabbing his laptop bag he reached for the car keys and exited the room. Down the corridor he switched of the lights of the chandelier hanging on the center of the house, marching down the steps he headed for the main door taking a glimpse on his watch. Grabbing the door knob, he unwound it and pulled opening the large wooden structure, the breeze kissed his face and energized him calming his morning low moods and for a second, he glared down to the green well-trimmed grass and the well sculptured fountain sculpture that resembled a boy taking a piss while blowing a trumpet. Tony pulled his keys from his pocket and from the five he chose the one with the black plastic head and a zig zag metal end, a paper like label on the head resembled a circle with a triangle at the center. In his Mercedes S class GMT, he roared the engine and the sound enlightened him for the day, a glare at the fuel tank symbol he placed his hand on the stick like handle with a ball on top and pulled it backwards changing the vehicle from parked to reverse. He grasped the handbrake beside his seat and pulled it upwards a creaking sound that set the car free, some pressure to the gas the car reversed outwards from its position between a Range Rover and a Mercedes G Wagon, eventually after curving the wheel left the tires turned and the car was in eventual line to the gate. His hand back on the lever he moved it forward and the car’s state changed from reverse to forward and foot on the gas again the car moved forward till eventually he was outside his premises.

“Yes, he’s gone.”, she muttered over the phone, she had kept track of her husband’s movement from the time he chose his car and the moment he was out of sight his engine echoing as he disappeared. She was confident he was gone and as usual he came back late during the evening so she had the next ten hours for herself and the mansion like house, aware she was hurting two people by what she was doing for the past five months she decided to continue with her dirty secret. An hour after Tony left a small blue Kia appeared and was soon at the gate, after the gates opened it wheeled in beside the fountain statue away from Tony’s car collection. After its aging engine had coughed its last, a man came out who keyed in his key in the car door keyhole and twisted it locking the vehicle. In her blue nightdress she excitedly rushed from her room, left the door unclosed and in red slippers jumped steps to the end of the floor and flung the door open rushing to the lad. Throwing her whole self on the fellow, she placed her thighs on is hands which he magnificently balanced, afterwards she wrapped her hands on his neck already held midair and placed her lips on his and swiveling for a minute the two interchanged lips one on top another on the bottom. Taking a brief break, she looked in his eyes and whispered seductively, “Lets go inside.”, the lad a probable mid-twenties fellow marched forward with his Mrs. on top blinding him with kisses.

“Yes, do that and check the analysis for the last shipment.” Tony instructed, the meeting was over and he was up to date with all shipments except one that had some delays due to technical issues and he needed the analysis for each cargo. Tony was in his father’s shoes whenever he gave an order, an idea or a lecture, Sam would bring him here after school and show him the ropes despite his young age. He would teach him how the graphs worked and how the sales market were a bunch of profits and losses, even though he was in fifth grade and was having troubles in geometry he would always aspire to learn the flow, the trends in the market just like his father. Till his time in college, he would always seek his father for advice in matters pertaining the business, he would ask on some changes in flow of their product or why the cut off a certain supplier of their services. As usual his father would feed him with the advises that molded him to the success he was becoming. However, he always remembered that icon he lied to his father was a picture he saved, the icon with a feminine face, a pink background and a pistol behind the two, the GTA saved icon name was there at the bottom of it. His father was always curious about it but whenever he asked Tony what the GTA meant he said it stood for Greatness Technological Acknowledgeable, the three pillars in business he mimicked words from a tycoon he heard over the radio often. He opened his laptop and Tony laughed, he was glaring at the icon and laughed again, he relived those times for five minutes and each he would breathe in the pride he earned for himself, the accomplishments and mischief he achieved.

“Is the food ready?” Tony asked his secretary; at a ripe age of forty years, she paused her memo typing and turned to her superior. Five minutes after Tony made his request he was disappointed after the secretary insisted five minutes more of his time and the steak would be ready, which if he waited for five minutes that will be ten and he couldn’t. “Do we have any urgent matters?” he asked her again, turning to her computer, she grabbed her mouse and the pointing moving object on the screen she clicked close on her current icon and clicked the My Pc icon, the one with a computer presentation. There she clicked drive D and scrolling down some folders she clicked the MEETINGS folder, inside the folder were some documents and she clicked the first after which a word document opened the heading, URGENT MATTRS. Some scanning on the three pages she turned to her boss and declined waiting further instructions, “Okay I am heading out if anybody asks for me tell them I am unavailable to leave a message.” He instructed. His secretary nodded taken note of the commands given, she returned to her memo writing while her boss tucked his phone in his pocket and with his keys in his right he went out.

“Move it!” Tony yelled at the bus driver, the driver ahead of him had broken like five road rules and three environmental offenses and was still committing more and in the process was causing traffic. An alternative of aluminum is smelted lead and copper one which many local mechanics use since its cheap and less corrosive. However, this metal produces excessive potent gasses when used in combustion, thus the cloud of choking smoke Tony was experiencing for the past five minutes. An hour after consistent complaining, screaming and honking the bus was eventually towed away by a brown pickup with an arm like mechanic extension behind it. He drove away, happy that he would see his sweetheart again, he would cuddle her till she suffocated, he will drown in her chests, they make love as long as he would last, shower and make love again, these thoughts made him blind to the speed limit and passenger crossing road signs.

The waters trinkled in drops and pressure intensified to rains, the over head shower head poured on the lad in warm temperature, he rubbed the soap from his chest, his pits to all parts both private and public. She lay there tired and satisfied, the sheets wrenching and wet, the bed covers were soaked, pillows had teeth marks like they were bitten by a bear, the edges of the bed were crushed like there was torture for the past hours, she woke up sighing heavily. “You in the bathroom.” She asked rubbing her eyes with her wrist, she had passed out and all she remembered was this satisfying intense pressure from her behind like something was pleasingly poking her each thrust harder and deeper than the previous. “You can join.” The lad invited, rubbed himself and scrubbed he opened the shower again and the it rained again washing the stench away. Accepting the invite, Angela lifted her tired legs from the bed, in her slippers she walked to the shower, stark naked hopefully to get some of that poking but this time when she was conscious so she can enjoy it pleasurably.

“It can’t be.”, the voice consoled him, his worst nightmares were being solidified in history, he had parked his car and saw a Kia past him. He never bought a Kia in his life, the watchman informed him that there was a lad who drove in and asked to see madam, when he asked who he was madam said to let hm in. Tony remained in the car for five minutes, he tried to remain calm, that this wasn’t what he was thinking, this wasn’t one of those scenes he saw in drama movies, that somehow this would make sense. He glared at the window, nothing happened, the curtains were open and one could see the inside as the breeze swept the curtains like kites, the door was open and the breeze again was sweeping inside refreshing the initial atmosphere. Ready for the worst he reached for his bag pocket, behind his seat he sank his hand and brushed roughly angered slowly by the thought of what was happening and touched a cold metal object. Reaching deeper he grabbed the metal and pulled it out, he rested the object on his lap and reached for another piece in the bag and joined the piece together. Though there was a chance this wasn’t what he thought it didn’t hurt to be safe, did it?

“Enough!” she moaned in his ear, she was pressed against the shower wall tiles, her thighs raised high, her hands wrapped around his back as he tightened his closeness. She was in this position for ten minutes and her legs were giving away, despite the pleasure she was growing tired, “Lets continue downstairs.”, she comforted him. The change of location excited him and he brought her thighs down, once again he had to shower and this time there was no poking just a clean watery shower. “Let’s go.” She urged grabbing his hand, they were both in their towels and the lad had dried himself up but there was no time for any more hygiene routine. Grabbing her thighs, he raised her high and she in return went for his lips both eyes closed his hands in his forbidden region and her hands on her masculine behind landscape. She moaned slightly when he poked with a finger pulling her kissing for a brief second, in that brief moment she opened her eyes and she rued the day she was born.

“Honey its not what…” she hesitated, panicking, there he was on the bed, his gun on his left and tears flowing wheezes from his nose, they were caught in the act. How could she he cursed, there he saw her sin, he was in her secret, and thus it is written what was done in secret shall be revealed in the brightest of day.