Chapter 9 Lost in Translation

Beau

This was by far the most complicated financial datasheet she had ever encountered in her accounting career bar none.

And she had solved every fucking shit there was since she was a kid. Still, she saw this as part of growth. A gauntlet was thrown, who was she to turn her back on challenges. She craved them. And will never be dissuaded by a small complication.

She tilted her head to the side and examined the patterns once more. Like an artist, evaluating and assessing a rare creation of a masterpiece.

Hmmm, I wonder how they did it.

It took Beau a moment but when it did, something clicked in her brain.

Why hasn't she figured it out before? IP addresses can also leave fine footprints.

A few minutes. And she was in. Her nose crinkled, skimming highly sensitive and confidential data from the USA stock market.

Fuckers! They were using dummies. Dummy accounts. Dummy companies. Dummy names.

Truly excited, she copied all the financial sheets from 2008 to 2018. Working fast. It would not do if she was caught. Especially by FBI freaks.

Satisfied she didn't leave any trace, she left the site and closed her server.

One particular guy had submitted proposals for the expansion of investments. Creating dummy companies and in turn, he has sold stocks at a lower rate, taking advantage of the recession. After a year, when the economy was doing well, he made another investment proposal to buy back the stocks. This time the value has tripled. The dummy company has earned 200% from its original market value.

And this pattern happened several times in the last ten years with different names and with different dummy companies. Talk about easy money.

The final tally will boggle her boss's mind, wherever he was at the moment. Her expressive brows furrowed.

Glad he had left her alone today. She didn't need the distraction and his presence grated on her nerves.

Are you sure?

Damn right! That man was more than insatiable. Dictatorial and demanding to boot.

The constant lovemaking has taken a toll on her. She would forever be walking bowlegged. The damn man laughed at her face whenever she complained and kissed her senseless afterward which led to the road she was avoiding.

Her thighs were stiff. And every time she saw him walk so sexily like he hasn't been riding her for hours, she wanted to smack him with a vase in the head.

How could she walk away from him today after submitting her full report? But the most important question was, would he let her?

Every day for the past three days he had been going home with her, ignoring her feebled protests. He was acting like they were a couple.

This shouldn't be so complicated. His role as a lover in her life ends today.

Her life was fucking complicated for the likes of him. Soon, the cartels and mafias will need her. If she will drag him in this mess...

Worry marred the perfect skin on her forehead. She didn't want him to get involve and get hurt in the end.

Though she will never tell him what she truly felt about all this, she wanted him safe.

Her decision was final. It was better off her way.

Beau's chin firmed, determined to let all out in the open. Besides, she has to submit her final report before leaving him.

Deciding to brave the lion in his den, she let herself inside his office without knocking and stopped at the sight before her. Her face blanked.

She was not the type of person who easily jumped to conclusions. Her high IQ will let her assess every angle before she acted.

Then why do you want to throw your Manolos on the bimbo's saloon-perfect extensions?

Her soon-to-be ex-lover looked at her warily. Guilty are we? She didn't exactly catch them in flagrante delicto, however, the woman's body language was telling a revealing intention.

Beau arched her brow at Dominic's telltale expression.

"I can come back later if you are busy, sir?" Beau offered through gritted teeth. The level of annoyance she felt overwhelmed her, taking her by surprise.

Her lover was on his feet in an instant, there must be something in her voice that alarmed him.

"Скажи своему секретарю, чтобы он вернулся позже, Дом." The blondie murmured in amusement. (Tell your secretary to come back later, Dom.)

Fake barbie thought this was amusing, eh?

"Она не моя ..." (She is my...) Dominic was interrupted by the lady's annoying giggles. She flicked back her hair and batted her fake eyelashes.

Beau felt her hands clenched and she narrowed her eyes.

"О, ваш последний любовник? Она может получить тебя, когда мы закончим." The bitch said smugly, licking her lips. Beau would really like to shove Dominic's cock and balls in the lady's mouth until she choked to death. (Oh, your latest paramour? She can have you when we are done.)

Forcing a tight smile, the genius accountant responded sweetly. "Вы действительно думаете, что я бы унижал себя, чтобы использовать член, который был в киске шлюха?" (Do you really think I would degrade myself to use a dick that's been in a slut's pussy?)

She rather thought Dominic was having a heart attack by the way he was coughing and wheezing beside her. Unimpressed, she decided to walk out. He caught her arm and pulled her flushed to his chest. She struggled to get away but the big oaf was too strong.

He looked at the woman before them with venom in his eyes. "Она моя женщина. Твоя царица. Хорошо бы тебе это запомнить, кузен." (She is my woman. Your tzarina. It would do you well to remember that, cousin.)

The woman paled at his words.

Beau stopped moving. "I will leave you two." She said, sighing. Her brown eyes looking up at him sullenly. Shit! She had been very transparent.

Not giving an inch, he caged her in his massive arms to prevent any movements. Damn his possessiveness.

He groaned feelingly before murmuring against her hair. "I love it when you get jealous, detka."

"I am not..." Denial queen.

"Sure you are. I want to fuck you on my desk, while you scream your pleasure in Russian. Fuck! That's hot." Dominic growled. Nuzzling and sucking the skin on her sensitive neck.

Why does her body love him too much? Only your body?

One of these days she was going to kill her conscience. She swore on all that's holy and sacred in this world. See, if I don't!

His cousin coughed to interrupt their moment. Trying to get Dominic's attention back.

"Get out. Go to Alec and tell him about the setback. My woman needs me." He never took his eyes away from Beau while he dismissed his relative.

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"I don't need you," she answered breathlessly. Really? She was panting with arousal and she could feel his cock throbbing on her belly. Maybe one last time before they part? Damn it! This was not good.

He didn't answer. Instead, he dragged her to his desk. In one swipe, the flat surface was cleared, papers and important documents fell on the carpeted floor.

Dominic's need was urgent. His face hardened with tension and lust. He sat her on the edge of the table and step between her legs. His eyes gleaming. No, you don't!

"Don't you dare tear my clothes, Dom!" She hissed in warning. Of course, he never listened. His strong hands tore the front of her beige blouse in two and buried his face between her thinly covered breasts. "Oh, God!"

Despite her adamant protest, there was something erotic and thrilling with the way he expressed his desire for her. She couldn't help but quiver in response.

"Can't seem to get enough of you. My need for you gets stronger every time we fuck." His hot mouth found her pointy nubs. Licking and sucking through the lace. She sobbed in temporary relief.

Eager to touch his smooth muscled planes, with trembling hands, she discarded him of his Armani coat and unbuttoned his dress shirt. To get back at him, she tugged forcefully. The scattering buttons music to her ears.

His husky laugh tickled the flushed skin of her chest, gasping at the feel of his teeth nibbling her nipples delicately. Her juices moistened her panties from his unwavering attention to her sensitive mounds.

"I want you too, now!" She cried out. With shaky hands, she frantically reached for his fly. He helped her and moaned at the feel of her palming his thick cock.

She wanted to fall on her knees and taste his cum, however, he had urgent plans.

Pushing her, so she lay flat on the table and give him access to her underwear, which he discarded off her in seconds. Uncaring if he ruined another pair of her underwear.

His penchant for ruining her clothes has to stop. Instead of voicing her opinion, Beau moaned out loud and arched her when he thrust two fingers inside her tight walls without warning.

"Fuck! You are dripping for me, baby. I don't think I can wait." He growled, his dark eyes on her swollen slit, watching her eager flesh meeting his thick fingers.

She sobbed. Just as crazy with need and wanting his cock. "Dominic, baby. I need you."

"You want my dick in you, detka?" He asked harshly. Seeing him palming his length was so sexy. The taut and glistening flesh looked so hard and angry.

"Yes. Please." Her eyes begged him for relief.

"Anything you want, moya lyubov." Rough hands pulled her ass to the edge of the table and his hips widened her quivering thighs and he placed her calves spread on his broad shoulders. She was helplessly left at his mercy and she was loving it.

She was obscenely opened to him and she didn't care. Being wild and free to express her body's lust to this wonderful man was what she had been craving for.

With a savage roar, he fed her wet cunny his thick cock. Stretching her to her limits. And without giving her time to adjust he began to fuck her hard. And deep. So so deep. The swollen head bunched on her womb.

She thrashed her head from side to side, eyes shut close and she was holding unto his bulging biceps for dear life. Her moans in sync with flesh slapping against wet flesh.

"Baby," she moaned in the quietness of his office. He grunted in response and drove into her deeper.

"Fuck, yes!" Dominic threw his head back and let go. Lunging in and out. Grinding and rolling his hips to make her walls clutched to his thickness. Squeezing him.

Dominic looked down on his wet dick sawing in and out of her moist cunt. Two fingers part the swollen lips to watch her pinkish-red flesh clung to him.

"Ahhh, fuck!" Her cries of delight unfiltered and he was loving it. Loving it when the whole world knew he was loving her.

"You want me to fill your pussy with my seed, my love?" He panted, his hot breath bathing her neck, his urgent thrusting never slowed its frantic pace. The squelching sounds of wet flesh meeting wet flesh loud in his office.

She nodded and sobbed. Her dazed eyes watched the raw emotions on his face. "Oh God, yes! I need it!" His wanting her was never in question.

Her whole body shuddered at the realization of how much she turned him on, bringing her to the brink of a powerful orgasm.

With a deep growl, he leaned on her and bent her lower body almost in half. Grinding down his dick, the swollen head hitting her spot with precision.

She screamed and scratched his skin as her walls contracted around his length from the force of her climax. He swore and held her thrashing body in place, spurting and filling her with his seed.

Dominic kept humping and thrusting inside her until his semen spilled from her swollen cunny. Embracing her. He pulled her trembling body from his desk with one goal in mind.

Beau doesn't know where he got the strength but she felt the mattress hit her back. They were in his bedroom.

"We are not done, detka." He promised and he started moving in and out of her once more. Never losing his erection.

Her insatiable lover.

She always gave in. Again and again.

This is bad. Very, very bad.

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