Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Omar takes a bite of his chicken leg and starts speaking between obnoxiously loud chewing. “Mr. Remington, the terms of our agreement have been laid out before you. Hesitance was of utmost importance from both our houses, and the floor is open to negotiations. Your daughter is a fine young lady, and your company would be of great value to our organization. What are your thoughts on the matter?”
All eyes turn to Dad. With everyone’s attention divided, Malik makes his next move. His hand cups my pubic area, and a finger slots firmly against my clit. A sigh of exasperation followed by a loud swallow brings a sly grin to Malik’s face.
No one notices. Good.
Or they just don’t care. I have to remember this is a business transaction above all else. It’s the first time I’m meeting my future husband and his father, so there are no feelings between us. They might just see any random outbursts as quirks relating to the situation.
And maybe it’s the reason Malik is so bold. Finger fucking me in front of the most dangerous men in the whole damn country. Why be suspicious when you don’t know the people at your table?
“Remington Oil operates on a global front,” Dad starts. His tone has shifted away from the nervous, timid man Malik met in the bar to the powerhouse of the industry he has become. I knew it would eventually, even if it meant losing me at a cost. “We’re a household name across many countries around the world. Hell, the King himself gave Remington Oil a seal of approval.”
He pauses to take a sip of champagne, no doubt using the time to formulate his thoughts. “You say the floor is open to negotiation, then I’ll take the opportunity. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors floating about your company, Mr. Ali—”
Omar scoffs and drops his chicken leg onto a heap of mashed potatoes. “If you’re trying to highroad me, Mr. Remington, I’d advise against it. You’re here, are you not? Dining with the man your media conveys as a vicious monster.”
My eyes nearly burst out of my skull at the direction the conversation took. Though he isn’t showing direct signs of anger, Omar’s tone has my heart thumping in my throat. We have men stationed across the hotel, but none of them are here, and none of them will survive the night if things go sour here.
But I don’t get the chance to lose myself to fear for long. Malik, who has been a statue since his last move, allows the perfectly placed finger to glide down my panties. The silk material gives him no resistance, and my increasing wetness only serves to help. Before I can get lost in my fears, he brings me back to sanity. Or is it lunacy? Getting my first taste of a man’s pleasure while casually discussing the horrors of our worlds.
“I won’t bullshit you, I believe every word the media says.” Dad stares Omar straight in the eyes. Nasir’s the only one still eating. “But I won’t lie and say I’m a saint. I wouldn’t be here if I kept everything above board, now would I?”
Malik’s finger that haphazardly slid across my pussy finds its way to the edge of my panties. With a forceful tug, he pries the material away from my skin before the rough tips of his digits strike my smooth skin. A shiver courses through his body and transfers to mine.
“Then please continue,” Omar says, and the rage and tension burning in his eyes start slipping away.
“Melina’s safety is of utmost importance to me. I want assurances that nothing will happen to her when I leave,” Dad says plainly. “Alongside those, I want to know how you’re going to keep your name away from Remington Oil. You’ll reap the same rewards of wealth while I distribute your stock, but you will never have a say in the day-to-day operations of my company.”
“I like it when you’re feisty, Mr. Remington,” Malik says with a little chuckle. But even as the table turns to face him, Malik continues his escapade between my thighs. He twists his wrist in a quick, sharp motion, and before I have a moment to prepare myself, fingers glide over my wetness.
This time, I can’t stop my yelping as I clutch onto the armrests of my seat. I have to suck in slow deep breaths to steady myself while the three men turn their attention between Malik and me.
Is he doing it on purpose? Torturing me at the table as payback for my stunt at the bar? It should make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. Having all eyes on me while Malik tries to tease an orgasm out of me is disgustingly hot.
“Let me be the one to give you the assurance of Melina’s safety. A personal guarantee I’ll hand over in writing if you’d prefer. Though, I don’t suspect a paper trail is what you’re after,” Malik continues both with the conversation and traversing my pussy. I brace myself against the armrests, feeling his fingers dance. He applies pressure to my clit with the flat palm of his hand while the finger between my folds slips lower. The tip of the digit, soaked from its exploration of my pussy, now knocking at my entrance. “And if Mr. Ali would allow, all deals will go through me. I’ll act as a middleman as a member of your company. A shadow figure who won’t appear at board meetings but will have a vote at the table. Decisions dictated by Mr. Ali, of course.”