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Liz:
Eliza Seymour is planning a major investment deal it seems with Carter Blake and Derek Stackford. We believe this is true based on rumors that the three have been meeting several times in the last few weeks either separately or behind closed doors. Sources tell us that a major meeting was held this Friday between the three of them that stretched several hours. The topics of discussion were not privy to our sources whom wanted to speak on condition of anonymity, but they believed it had to do with possible investment scenarios that both Derek and Carter—two men who normally despise each other—have proposed to Eliza.
Victoria:
The question that gets raised then is whether both men are working together or at cross purposes to each other.
Liz:
That’s right, Victoria. In the past, Carter Blake and Derek Stackford haven’t really seen eye to eye. They’ve both been married to the same woman, though at different times, but in any situation like this, there have been hurt feelings and accusations of infidelity on the part of Wanda Seymour.
Victoria:
That’s correct. And it’s also important to note that whatever the negotiations between our young heiress and her two step daddies, Wanda Seymour is not included. That either means that she refuses to partake, or that she wasn’t invited. Both have implications for the future because should Eliza Seymour demonstrate that she can’t handle and shepherd the family fortune to the next generation, then the next person to manage it is no other than Wanda.
Liz:
And the two women have never really seen eye to eye, have they?
Victoria:
Not at all. Cynics will speculate that Wanda would probably be trying to do something to sabotage Eliza, but so far, no one has seen any outward indications as such. So if she’s holding in some bad feelings, she’s keeping it pretty well hidden.
Liz:
Let’s hope that she lets them out soon. And on camera.
Victoria (laughing):
Absolutely.
Liz:
Well, folks. That’s all we have time for today on Operation Eliza Watch. But stick around after our commercial break and we’ll be talking to Austin Python Price—the owner of the hottest nightclub in New York City at the moment and where he believes the mayoral election is going.
Chapter Nineteen
Derek
I’m staring at my spreadsheets, trying to make sense of the numbers, but if I’m honest, I’m having a hard time staying focused. I’ve always been a numbers guy, so this is throwing me for a fucking loop.
Images of Eliza and Carter repeatedly flash through my mind, but today I’m supposed to be monitoring Stackford Capital’s accounts, and I promised myself that I wasn’t going to let anything distract me.
I need to stay focused. I repeat this like today’s mantra.
But no sooner do I tell myself this, does my mind begin to wander … yet again.
I throw my head back, running my fingers through my hair.
Would you fucking believe me if I told you that every rounded number reminds me of Eliza’s curves? Because they do.
The number 3 looks like her perfect ass, and my mind flashes to us fucking, my mouth tracing the rounded edges of each one of her ass cheeks, her skin prickling beneath the velvet touch of my tongue, sweat pooling on her neck … our breathing ragged.
The number 8 reminds me of her firm, round breasts … her nipples delicately pinched between my teeth. I can remember the moment my mouth clamped down on her nipples, and how she had sucked in air like her life depended on it. The entire room melted away, and it was just us, and our fucking and … Carter.
At this point, I have to re-evaluate everything I know to be true about myself. The Derek Stackford I’ve always thought of myself as—a sort of stoic lady’s man who’s cock got hard with every new multi-million dollar deal he made on Wall Street—has been turned on it’s fucking head.
When we fucked … all three of us together in the same moment, sweaty and feral in lust, our muscles taut and twitching with an energy that’s almost indescribable, the smell of sex filling the room, I realized something: with both of them in my life, everything feels complete, in a fucking surreal sort of way. It’s something that transcends all of the financial successes I’ve had in my life. It goes beyond money and power. It’s something I found that I didn’t even know I was seeking. Would you believe me if I said it felt like … fate?
And how can I even begin to describe what it felt like for me to leave that room? The magnetism of both and Eliza and Carter were palpable. Buttoning my shirt, replacing my tie, slipping my feet into my shoes … with every action, all I wanted to do was to climb back into her arms, and slip into the thickness of desire that seeped in between all of our bodies.
