"Are you here to accept my proposal? That seems to be the only reason you'd visit my home. Unless, of course, you're here to beg for your job back – though that's not happening. If that's your intention, please leave. I have better things to do," Mr. Mckenney stated, taking a sip of his whiskey while closely observing Annette's actions.
"I'm not here to beg for my job. It was clear that I wouldn't get it back after being fired, Sir," Annette responded, maintaining her composure despite his unsettling gaze."Ah, so you've come to accept my proposal then? But remember, you were quite vocal about not wanting to be seen as a 'whore'." Mr. Mckenney remarked, a slight grin playing on his lips."I want to make it clear, I would never have considered your proposal under ordinary circumstances." Annette emphasized, her mind drifting back to her little sister lying in a hospital bed. Drawing strength from her sister's situation, she pressed on while facing the insufferable man before her."Could you enlighten me about the reasons that have driven you to such desperation that you're willing to set aside your pride and entertain the idea of becoming, in your words, my 'whore'?" Mr. McKenney inquired, causing Annette's brows to furrow at the derogatory term he had used.Annette drew in a deep breath, her resolve overshadowing her unease. "My sister's in the hospital," she disclosed, her tone now gentle yet unwavering. "The surgery she needs is expensive, far beyond our means. I've exhausted all other options, and I can't bear to watch her suffer or lose her life. That's why I'm here, ready to take any step to save her." Mr. Mckenney reclined in his chair, mulling over her words. His expression remained neutral, yet Annette detected a subtle change in his demeanor."You know," he began thoughtfully, "I never expected you'd actually contemplate this choice. But I suppose desperation can lead people down unforeseen paths." Annette locked eyes with him, her determination undaunted."Desperation can also make people realize the true value of sacrifice. And I would do anything for my sister's well-being." Annette said as he studied her for a moment longer before letting out a sigh."Fine, let's get down to business. But don't think for a moment that just because we will be fucking each other you have any entitlement to me. Nothing will change between us. It's purely a business arrangement." Mr McKenney explained as Annette cringed at the use of his colorful language, he didn't have to be so direct just because she was physically attracted to him doesn't mean she would give her heart to him, he meant nothing to her just a means to an endAnnette nodded, taking a deep breath and said . "Of course, I understand.""Good," Mr. McKenney stated, extracting a document from his desk and placing it before her."You had a contract ready already?" Annette inquired, taken aback by his confidence, assuming she would have sought him out only if the incident with Cassie had occurred."Indeed, is that an issue?""You're quite full of yourself, Mr. McKenney," Annette remarked, causing a slight widening of his grim expression."As the owner of a multimillion-dollar company, Miss Zachary, I'm accustomed to getting my way.""So, if I hadn't approached you, would you have devised a method to make me agree?" Annette queried."Yes, as I mentioned, I don't accept 'no' as an answer, Miss Annette.""I see, please let's just get back to the contract sir I have to get back to the hospital""I won't take more of your time Miss Zachary, you just need to sign here" Mr McKenney said with a grin as he pointed at the line where she was supposed to sign but she wasn't going to sign it that fast she still need to go through the contract to see what he wanted from her.As she skimmed through the contract, a sinking feeling settled in her stomach. The words on the paper confirmed her fears. Mr. McKenney's proposition was unmistakably clear that what he wanted from her was basically sex and nothing else. Her heart raced as she finally came to the realization of the predicament she was in.The weight of her sister's surgery hung heavy on her mind. The desperation to save her sister was suffocating, leaving her with little room to choose to flee because she was basically selling herself for money.The hospital bills for the surgery were too high, and her savings and their medical insurance were insufficient to cover the bills of the surgery and her recovery. The the only way out for us was to sign this contract and give myself to this bastard.Her hands trembled as she glanced back up at Mr. McKenney. His grin had turned sinister, as if he relished my predicament. "Miss Zachary, time is of the essence," he said, his voice dripping with implication. "You understand the terms, don't you?"She swallowed nervously, her thoughts racing. The image of her sister's face appeared in her mind, a constant reminder of the responsibility she held for her well-being. Clutching the pen tightly, her fingers gripped it so hard that her knuckles turned white.With a heavy heart, she slowly guided the pen towards the paper and began to sign her name.Once she finished, Mr. McKenney took the paper from her and gazed at it, a smile forming on his lips. He tucked the paper into a drawer before shifting his focus back to her."Now that you're mine," Mr. McKenney explained, "I have a trip to Greece planned. I'd like you to accompany me as my plus one."Annette's stomach churned at his words; he was already making demands even before the ink had dried on the page. Annette clenched her fist on her lap, her frustration evident. She couldn't believe he was asking for more so soon."May I ask when this trip is, sir?" Annette inquired."In two weeks," he replied."But sir, my little sister would still be recovering by then. Can't the timing be shifted, or could I possibly stay back until you return?" Annette's words hung in the air as she watched his smile contort into a scowl."Miss Zachary, perhaps my initial phrasing gave the impression of offering a choice, but let me clarify—it wasn't a request," Mr. McKenney's voice held a tone that almost resembled friendliness. "I assume you have parents or someone else who can look after her. Your presence isn't necessary."Annette opened her mouth to continue, but her words were cut off. "There's no room for negotiation here, Miss Zachary. Remember, you've already signed the contract. Your options are limited," Mr. McKenney interjected, his grip on her chin rather firm."As long as this contract stands, your existence is tied to me. You'll do as instructed without hesitation. Is that clear?"A sense of defeat washed over Annette as she bowed her head. "Yes, sir," she replied softly, acknowledging the reality of her situation."Come over here," Mr. McKenney beckoned, settling into his chair and gesturing for her to approach."Why?" Annette inquired, prompting Mr. McKenney to arch an eyebrow, questioning her."I apologize," Annette quickly said, rising from her seat and walking over to him. Before she could react, he smoothly pulled her onto his lap, situating her between his legs."You smell nice," Mr. McKenney remarked, his face nestled into the curve of her neck, planting gentle kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone."Excuse me, what's going on?" Annette questioned, her tone uneasy."Miss Zachary, you're an intelligent woman. Let your imagination guide you," Mr. McKenney responded, a hint of a smile apparent in his voice as he continued his affectionate gestures."I really should return to the hospital to check on my sister," Annette insisted, struggling to extricate herself from his grasp. Her efforts, however, only resulted in Mr. McKenney's grip tightening around her."You don't want to keep moving Annette if you don't want me to take you now on this desk" Mr McKenney said as a low growl left his lips, then a soft gasp left Annette lips as she felt him grow against her ass, no matter how hard she tried to rub against him, he still pressed himself against her, him his bulge on her ass..."I really want to fuck you right now but it can wait till we get to Greece then I will have you all to myself" Mr McKenney leaned in and whispered into Annette's ear causing a shiver to run down her spine, then placing on last kiss on her neck he let her stand to her feet."Feel free to leave. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up when it's time to go to Greece,""Okay, but concerning the money for my sister's surgery, when will it be sent?" Annette asked as she played with the hem of her top."As soon as you leave, I will credit your account, my dear goldilocks.""Thank you,""You're welcome goldilocks" Mr. McKenney stated, ringing a bell. The familiar butler entered the room."You rang, Master McKenney?" the butler inquired, avoiding eye contact."Please escort Miss Zachary out and inform a driver to take her wherever she desires," Mr. McKenney instructed. Annette hesitated. "I can take the bus." Mr. McKenney's stern look silenced her."Lesson one, Miss Zachary: You don't decline my requests. Understood?" he asserted."Yes, sir," she complied. "Very well, go on. I have work to attend to." Mr. McKenney concluded, prompting the butler to guide her out. As she followed the butler, Annette pondered what exactly she had gotten herself into with this insufferable but extremely attractive man.As Annette stepped out of the house, heading towards the car, Mr. McKenney had instructed the butler to prepare it for her. She settled into the comfortable seat, her mind still processing her recent actions. She knew it was morally questionable, but she felt she had no other choice. The weight of guilt would likely stay with her, yet the relief of having secured the money for Cassie's surgery was undeniable.Just as she closed the car door, her phone chimed with a notification. Annette pulled it out and saw a credit alert of $50,000. Her eyes widened in astonishment, her heart a mix of emotions. Tears welled up as she realized Mr. McKenney wasn't joking; he had indeed fulfilled his promise to credit her account by the time she reached the car. Despite his questionable character, he had proven himself trustworthy.As the driver left the mansion, a text arrived from an unknown number. Opening the message, she immediately recognized the sender.Mr. McKenney: Greetings, my lovely Goldiloc
Mr. McKenney reached for his phone and dialed Annette's number. As the phone rang on the other end, he waited patiently. After a brief pause, Annette's voice came through, "Hello?""Good afternoon, my lovely Goldilocks," Mr. McKenney's warm voice greeted through the phone. "I hope I'm not disturbing you.""No, not at all. How can I assist you?" Annette responded, though her lack of genuine interest was evident in her tone."I wanted to let you know that everything's ready for our upcoming trip to Greece," Mr. McKenney's enthusiasm was evident. "A car will pick you up from your place in two days and take you to the airport.""I understand. I'll prepare accordingly, Mr. McKenney," Annette's response was composed, her voice lacking emotion."I must say, you could show a touch more enthusiasm about the prospect of spending extra time with me, considering I am compensating you," Mr. McKenney chuckled. "I assure you, Goldilocks, it's going to be an enjoyable experience. Ensure all your trav
Annette checked her watch nervously, her things packed and ready by the door. She looked out the window, scouring the street for any sign of Jane's arrival. The minutes passed by, and her uneasiness rose with each passing second. She took a long breath, attempting to calm her beating heart because if Jane didn't arrive soon, she was going to be late, and she wasn't in the mood to argue with Mr McKenney.A few minutes later a familiar figure dashed around the corner, waving when she saw Annette through the window, causing Annette's face to light up with relief as she ran to the door and flung it open just as Jane arrived at the front steps."Jane, you're late!" Annette exclaimed as she drew Jane into a tight hug."I'm sorry I was held back at work," Jane said with a smile, warmly reciprocating the hug. "I would've been there longer, but George said he'd cover for me so I could see you off.""I love that man," Annette murmured, taking a step back and smiling from ear to ear. "He is God
A few hours later, Annette and Mr. McKenney arrived in Greece, captivated by the ancient ruins and the stunning Mediterranean views. As they strolled through a bustling market, a distressed child approached them, tears streaming down her face. She spoke in a mix of Greek and broken English, clearly lost and separated from her mother.Annette's heart went out to the child. In a gentle voice, she switched to fluent Greek, a language she hadn't revealed she knew, and asked, "Ψάχνεις τη μητέρα σου;" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise as she nodded eagerly.Mr. McKenney, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at Annette's sudden linguistic prowess. "Annette, you speak so fluently. You speak Greek?" he asked, both impressed and slightly puzzled.Annette nodded, her attention still on the child. She spoke with the little girl, calming her down and finding out her mother's name and description. With this information, Annette intended to seek help from the market's security personnel.Howev
It took only a few mins for Annette to get dressed as she waited on the couch for Mr McKenney to arrive, then a few minutes after eight there was a knock. She went to answer it and found Mr McKenney was on the other side dressed in a simple black suit which emphasized his hot looks. But Annette was quickly reminded of his shitty personality."You look good enough to tag along." Mr McKenney said as he ran his gaze down her full length, his face devoid of emotions. "Thank you." Annette muttered. She recognized the haughtiness in his tone, but chose to ignore it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her evening any worse than it already was. She walked out of the room, and he followed closely behind."Won't you bring your jacket along?" He asked."No. I'm fine.""Good. We will be having dinner with one of the investors in the company. So, I expect you to be on your best behavior. Except you don't mind being embarrassed." Mr McKenney warned as they walked down the busy h
She gathered her essentials into her night bag, her heart racing with anticipation. Just minutes ago, Mr. McKenney had informed her that she would be staying in his room for the night, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. While she knew and understood what she had signed up for, her nerves were all over the place.She carefully folded her favorite silk pajamas, the ones with delicate lace trim that she knew he would appreciate. They slipped into the bag with a satisfying rustle. Next, she added a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as I imagined sharing a bathroom with him.Contemplating whether to bring a book, she decided against it and left it on the shelf, opting instead for a quick snack if she got hungry late at night or just to distract herself if he made her stay up with him while he worked.Just as she finished packing, her phone beeped with a message from Mr. McKenney, confirming that he was waiting for her. The e
************Warning mature content***********"Yes, please." She said, and he immediately stood up, carrying her with him. She wrapped her legs around him, and he supported her body as he carried her towards the bedroom with his arms on my waist.He pushed the slightly opened door to his room with his leg and closed it behind him once they were inside. He sat her down, his desire-filled gaze never leaving her body as he slowly removed and tossed her pajama blouse away.His hands brushed against her exposed skin as they moved up to the waistline of her shorts. He reached for the rope on the short, pulling on it as the short came loose.When his hands brushed against the curve of her ass, she moaned, and he smiled at how responsive her body was to him. He reached for her hand to help her step over the skirt before picking it up and throwing it on the nearest surface.She stood perfectly still, watching him carefully as he slowly removed his shirt and tossed it on the nearest chair.Then
Annette let out a sleepy yawn as she awoke, the warm sunlight streaming onto her face. As she attempted to sit up in bed, a sharp pain shot through her, prompting a loud groan. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and a smile graced her lips. He had been so gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the man he was when they had initially entered into this arrangement."Maybe he does have a good side." Annette pondered as she managed to free herself from the covers. However, to her disappointment, Hudson was nowhere to be seen; it was as if he had never been there. Feeling a twinge of hurt that he hadn't waited for her to wake up, Annette shuffled over to the bathroom to freshen up.Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Hudson had yet to return, so she took the opportunity to tidy up her belongings and pack her bag. Just a few minutes after she finished, Hudson strolled back into the room, carrying a tray of food."Good mo