True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 90

Jean was turning off the computer on his desk, when suddenly his sexy secretary walked into his office. With that usual wiggle of the waist that he loved so much. She looked like she was looking for a fight that night.

-Mr. Dubois… here are some documents that require your signature today.

-Oh yes!

The girl in the black mini skirt places the documents on her desk as she bends her a*s over for a good view. She definitely wanted a fight.

Jean signs the documents and hands them to her with a sultry smile.

-I seem to be working you too hard, am I a scout?

-Not at all, Mr. Dubois.

The woman stands up straight as she watches him get to his feet as he circles the desk. Jean hadn’t f****d his secretary, but that night could change things. Right there in his office.

The brunette leans his weight on the edge of the desk. Looking her over from the bottom up… admiring those admirable, formidable legs. It was a pity they were covered by those stockings.

-So what are you doing up to this hour working?

-I’m late. But I’m leaving now.

-And why so fast? If it’s for transport I can take you.

He says taking her by the waist as he pulls her closer to him. He took the folders he was holding against his chest and threw them on the desk. Slowly he loosened the buttons on his shirt.

-Mr. Dubois, what are you doing? he asked nervously.

-I know this isn’t in the contract, but you and I could make an exception.

He finishes the sentence to k**s the naked neck of the girl who m***s immediately. The k****s got hotter as the brown one went down little by little. As soon as the last button was undone Jean took hold of one of his secretary’s breasts.

-Oh, Mr. Dubois!

He immediately turned her around and lifted her onto the desk to spread her legs. He quickly slipped his hands under her skirt and pulled her stockings down with a single tug. He pushed aside the lace panties to invade her s*x with his finger.

-Ah! she gasped as she arched her back backwards.

-BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?

Jean stopped her hand to turn around and see her father standing in the middle of his office with a scowl on his face.

-Oh God! says the young woman, pulling down her skirt to run out of the office.

-Goodbye beauty… says Jean.

-Is this what you’re doing here?

-Father, please! Stop the act.

-You screw your female employees in your work area, you are a promiscuous man without any shame whatsoever. He claims.

-Of course! As if you’ve never f****d a secretary in your f*****g office.

-Don’t take that tone with me, Jean Pierre Dubois. I’m your father, and you respect me.

Jean hated it when I called him by his full name. Sometimes his father was a prude, but he knew it was all just a cheap ploy. He knew all too well the myriad mistresses he’d had. Giving his mother a bad life.

The poor woman had put up with a lot, he was grateful she hadn’t left any children behind… but that attitude of a father disappointed to replace his son about to f**k his secretary was getting on his nerves. He was going to make that girl enjoy herself.

-What are you here for? he asks at last.

-If I ever catch you doing anything improper with a woman in this office again, I swear I’ll disinherit you.

-Is that why you’re here? Because I really don’t replace it funny.

He answers, closing the computer and picking up his things. Since his dust had been ruined, he would have to go back to his flat.

-I’ve come for Adelaine.

-What about her? he asks, pouring himself a drink.

-She informed me that you haven’t called her after that night she left with you. I demand to know why.

-I don’t have to call her!

-Of course you do… that woman will soon be your fiancée. And I’m sure that night you two did more than just talk.

-I don’t have to tell you any of my business, father. He replies, taking a drink. -She knows I don’t want anything to do with her.

-You’re wrong! he shouts at her with a murderous look in his eyes….

Father and son have a staring contest just then… Antonie Dubois was determined to marry off his eldest son to Adelaine Hunter. The daughter of a distinguished and wealthy banker in France.

But what the old man didn’t count on was that his son had other plans, and they didn’t include the beautiful blue-eyed blonde. After that night, a week had passed and Jean didn’t bother to call her. Although he received many messages from her.

He knew it had been a bad idea to sleep with her… he was going to take it the other way. The girl wanted to get married, it was more than clear, and she thought that if she slept with him she would tie him down. But she was wrong, Jean Pierre Dubois didn’t want to get married.

-Well, here they both are! Adrien’s voice echoes in the office. -Dad! What a surprise.

-Listen Jean, you’re going to marry that girl from a good family and social position. You’ll call her and make the engagement official. Or else…

-Or else what? He answers by placing the glass with the amber drink very firmly on the desk. -What will you do, Antonie? she says, approaching him.

-You’ll lose everything… everything you’ve fought for, I’ll take it all away from you. Just snap your fingers. She challenges him, holding his gaze.

The vein in Jean’s hundred was throbbing, that damned threat of his father’s was beginning to wear him down. For many years he had built his own business empire. For what he wanted most of all was to break away from his father, to gain his independence.

And now the damned old man wanted to make his life impossible by taking away everything he had achieved by his own means. And she knew she could do it, she had the means to do it. Antonie Dubois was powerful, but he was also ruthless. Even with his own children. If they didn’t do what he wanted, you could k**s everything you had goodbye.