Till debt do us Apart

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she approached the door to the receptionist.

"I need to see Mr. Mike Richard," She said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

The receptionist didn't even look up. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Cynthia replied, her voice firm. "But I can't leave until I see him...it's urgent".

Without another word, she turned and made her way past the desk, her heart pounding.

This was Cynthia's last chance, or she would be sent to jail just like the lawyer had told her over the phone....She had no luxury of choices again.

Cynthia has been a 9-5 worker in a restaurant, and her salary of $30 could not even pay all her bills, not to talk more about making up for her late father's debt.

No good job, No money, just her father's mess she had to clean up.

She is her parent's first fruit, so the desperation felt like a weight on her chest, and she could barely breathe when the elevator stopped.

When the elevator opened, she walked towards the large office at the end of the hall, knowing this was it. Without Knocking, Cynthia pushed the door open.

And froze...

"Yh..urghh Oh Yh...fuck fuck" Loud moaning came from a lady who was being held on the neck while being tucked.

And the man fucking her, she had only seen in headlines and photos, the heir to Richie's 5-star hotel, Mike Richard, was standing there, but it wasn't the cold, calculating billionaire she expected to see.

He was shirtless, his trousers on his knees...he was naked! And on his desk was a light-skinned skinny lady, with her two legs spread wide open in front of him naked too.

The boss, Mike, was still roughly banging her, not aware of the surprised Cynthia standing at the door.

Her boobs were swaying up and down in unison with the rapid and rough banging inside her.

Cynthia froze, horror and embarrassment flooding her chest.

"Oh my God!" She gasped immediately, slamming the door shut behind her.

The woman turned to the door, her voice loud. "Looks like you've got another groupie..huh" she said with her fingers running along his chest.

"Fuck,yh...out!" Mike moaned out loud after releasing the thickest cum inside her and pulling out.

He threw her dress and a bundle of dollar notes on her.

The woman pouted but obeyed. She wore her skimpy dress and grabbed her purse and the money, "Whatever" she said as she walked out of the room, giving Cynthia a disdainful stare.

"Nice to meet you, sugar," she smirked, popping her gum again before walking out.

Cynthia stared at her in disgust till a voice interrupted her.

"Come in!" Mike shouted inside his office.

She shut the door behind her and immediately walked inside.

He turned to face her, his shirt halfway buttoned, leaving his chef exposed. He kept his posture casual as if nothing unusual had just happened.

"You've got 10 seconds to tell me who you are and why you barged into my office," he said with his voice laced with

irritation.

Cynthia swallowed hard, her face burning with humiliation. "I...I'm Cynthia Taylor, " she stammered, trying to focus on the reason she was there. "I'm here about my father's debt to your family".

Mike studied her like a man trying to figure out a puzzle before him.

"Your father," Mike repeated. " Robert Taylor, the man who owed my family enough to fund a small country"

"Well?" He asked, leaning against his desk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come in, sit down. Or are you too shy?"

Cynthia's eyes moved across the room, avoiding looking at him for a moment. Then, like a magnet, her eyes were drawn down to the desk.

On it...just inches from her, lay a used condom...her stomach lured.

She tightened her hands around the straps of her bag.

Mike chuckled."Guess you've seen enough now. Care to join?" He mocked, not even the slightest bit phased by the situation.

"I...what sir?" Cynthia stammered her heart racing.

Mike, sensing her discomfort, pushed off the desk and started straightening himself out, pulling up his trousers slowly, clearly enjoying her discomfort. He grabbed his shirt from the back of his chair and slid on...one button at a time.

"I didn't think you were the type to be so easily shocked, Miss Taylor," he said. His tone was lighter now, teasing. "You came here for something, didn't you? Or did you just want to peek at the real Mike Richard?.

"My father is late now, I'm here to make things right. I'm willing to work for you...any position you have available. Deduct my salary to pay off the debt"

Mike laughed, the sound was low and mocking. " You think you can wail here after your father ran my company through the mud, and I'll just hand you a job?"

Cynthia's voice out but tired." I'm not asking for a handout out, sir; I will work hard, whatever it takes."

"Whatever it takes?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Yes sir," she said firmly.

Mike's eyes darkened as he circled her slowly with a smirk on his face.

Her chiffon shirt gave justice to her youthful round boobs, not to talk of her pants that revealed her slim-thick hips.

"You've got fire," he said, "I'll give you that, but fire doesn't mean much in my world unless you can handle the heat."

"I can handle it...si...sir," Cynthia said with her shaky voice.

"Hmm...so daring, come back tomorrow," he said abruptly. "I'll have a proposal for You."

Cynthia blinked, startled by the sudden shift. " Wait does that mean..."

"It means you need to go home and come back tomorrow...now leave my office," he said, cutting her off.

Before she could reach the exit, the office door burst open...

Cynthia froze, mid-step as the door slammed open. She turned sharply, expecting to see another one of Mike Richard's..." Guests".

The knock at the door was so light and for a moment, a part of her thought it could be another Mike's Richard's women...one of his countless playthings.

Why not...she had just barged into one earlier, having sex with him on his desk, and nothing would surprise her again.

Instead, it was the receptionist from earlier, standing there, she was staring at Cynthia for some minutes before her mind recalled where she met her.

"Didn't I tell you he doesn't see walk-ins? Or were you too busy trying to make an impression?"

Sanchez said, eyeing Cynthia with a disdainful stare.

Cynthia tightened her grip on her bag, forcing herself to stay calm. "I had no choice", she said evenly. "It was urgent"

Sanchez scoffed, but before she could deliver another biting remark, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Sanchez!"

They both turned to see Mike standing there, staring at his employee.

"Let her be," he said, this time leaving no room for argument.

"But sir.." Sanchez stuttered

'I said, let her be, ' Mike repeated, his icy glare silencing her.

Cynthia gave the receptionist one last stare as she made her way out of the room.

"What now?" Mike asked without looking up.

"The family Lawyer called; he said it's urgent,," she said with her tone dipped. "This is the 3rd time he called today"

Mike exhaled sharply. " Bring me the phone and leave"

She handed him the cordless phone, lingering a second too long. But as he shot her a cold glance she scurried out of the office.

Mike pressed the phone to his ear, pacing slowly as he answered.

"Yeah?" He barked into the receiver.

"Mike", Barrister Henry's voice was calm but insistent. "We need to talk about the terms of your father's will".

"We always need to talk about the will...always" Mike replied, his tone laced with boredom. "Get to the point".

"You've got 5 months," Barrister Henry said, the words citing Mike's bravado.

"If you don't find a wife by then, the company, the assets--everything...will be allocated to the government and to charity...remember?"

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Barrister Henry, I don't need you calling every hour to remind me of my father's ridiculous demands".

"Ridiculous or not, they're legally binding...and I was trusted by your late dad for this job and for the sake of his generational investment," Henry replied. "And unless you're prepared to walk away from everything, you'd better start taking this seriously"

Mike heaved. " So what, you expect me to put on a tux, smile at some gold-digger, and say 'I do' for the sake of a company I brought back with my blood and sweat?"

"I expect you to act like an adult," Henry countered. "You're playing a dangerous game, Mike. The board is restless. Your mother is breathing down your neck, and if you are not careful, this entire empire will slip through your fingers".

Mike's jaw tightened. He hated being told what to do, especially when, deep down, he knew Henry wasn't wrong. "I'll handle it; five months is plenty of time".

"It's not", Henry shot back. "Not if you keep treating this like a joke. Your father set these conditions for a reason. He wanted you to settle down, build a legacy, and stop seeing people as disposable".

Mike's jaw tightened, his grip on the phone turning his knuckles white. "My father wanted to control me, even from the grave. That's all this is."

"You've always been cynical, Mike, but this is bigger than you," Henry said. "The board is already watching you closely. One misstep, and they'll push you out. You don't just need a wife, you need stability...fast".

The line went dead before Mike could respond. He tossed the phone onto his desk and stood, running a hand through his hair. His reflection In the glass wall caught his eye.

Every woman he'd ever been with had seen that mask, not the man.

They only cared about what he could give them, and so...he would only keep them for a short period, in exchange for what they could only offer... rough sex.

BDSM was his sexual fantasy, and he couldn't keep a long-term partner due to his limitless sex urge.

"Cynthia Taylor", Mike murmured, her name rolling off his tongue.

He thought of the way She had burst into his office earlier, her face a mix of fear and determination. She wasn't like the others. She wasn't polished, or pretending. And she wasn't there to take from him...she was there to pay a debt.

She'd said she was going to do anything.

Anything.

And Cynthia needed something from him as much as he needed something from her.

He gazed at the door, where She had stood just moments ago.

"Wait...Cynthia Taylor", he murmured her name again, a smirk on his face as he immediately sat upright when what he saw as a smart idea passed through his brain.

He thought about her body, the way She carried herself...very confident, the way her shirt clung to her curves, the way her lips trembled but she still spoke with determination. She had potential.

The idea made him so excited and each second passed with many nasty thoughts he'd unleash on Cynthia.

Tomorrow, when she walks back into his office, he'll make her an offer she can't refuse.

And he'd enjoy watching her struggle to say no.

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Cynthia, however, had no idea what awaited her.

As she left the building and made her way home, her heart pounded with uncertainty. The weight of her father's best pressed down on her shoulders.

The memory of what she had just seen Mike Richard made her stomach churn.

With what she saw...she didn't trust him. But she didn't have the luxury of choice anymore.

The evening felt heavier than usual as she flagged down a taxi. She needed a plan. She needed to come up with something.

Because once she stepped back into the office, there would be no turning back.

Cynthia slammed her apartment door shut, leaning against it with a long sigh. She dropped her bag onto the worn-out couch and peeled off her heels, wincing at the ache in her feet.

Her body felt sticky and without thinking, she walked straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the steam fill the space.

Slowly she pulled off her blouse and skirt, letting them fall on the floor. Unclasping her bra, she freed her full, round breast, feeling the cool air against her skin.

She entered the warm cascade of water, scrubbing her skin with a force that bordered on desperation, trying to erase the memory of Mike's dark, predatory gaze.

As the water flowed down her, she leaned against the cold tiles...her thoughts were cut short by the sharp ring of her phone. Wrapping a towel around herself, she rushed to pick it up. It was Ava.

"Hey girl". Cynthia said in a tired voice.

"Oh my God, Cynthia! You were supposed to call me hours ago! What happened? " Ava's concerned voice crackles through the line.

Cynthia exhaled walking to her standing mirror to pick up her anti-pespirant."Sorry, Ava. It's been...a day"

"Well? Did You see him? What happened?"

Cynthia hesitated, gripping the towel tighter. "I saw him, alright" She said slowly. "And...I walked in on something"

"What do you mean?" Ava demanded.

"Ava could you believe I caught him making out with a white in his office...they were having a missionary!"

There was a long pause before Ava gasped." Cynthia! You're kidding me! You saw Mike Richard...doing it?"

"Yeah," Cynthia muttered, running a hand through her damp hair. "it was...intense."

Aha groaned ."God...Cyn, I told you that man is bad news. I can't believe you actually went there without an appointment! Do you even know who Mike Richard is? You've read about him, right? The guy's a total..."

"I don't need to read about him. I saw enough today," Cynthia cut in. "But I had no choice. The lawyer said I have two months to pay off my dad's debt or I'll be jailed. I can't make that money working normal jobs...not even in 2 years."

Aha sighed. "I get it Cynthia...what's your brother saying about all of these?

"I can't afford to worry about him now, Ava. I just need to survive".

"It's fine but I'm so scared for you, Cyn. He's ruthless, Women are nothing but a game to him." Ava was quiet for a moment before whispering. "Just...be careful, okay?

"I will," Cynthia murmured.

But deep down she wasn't so sure.

She hung up, staring at her reflection. Droplets slid down her skin, disappearing into the towel wrapped around her.

No amount of drubbing could wash away the unease curling inside her.

A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts as she stepped and wrapped her towel around her body.

She checked the time. It was already 9:30 pm, and her heart jumped.

Only one person would show up at this hour.

Collins!!

She stood and padded barefoot to the door. As she opened it, he stepped inside without waiting for an invite.

"Heyy lovee" Cynthia murmured, with her toes...tipping as she tried to stand up to his height and give him a hug.

"Hey, babe", he murmured, his eyes lurking over her damp skin. He smelled of cologne and whiskey, the same intoxicating blend that used to make her weak in the knees.

"You came so late...hun," she said softly, pulling her towel tighter around her body.

He ignored her words, closing the door behind him and pulling her into a firm embrace. "I missed you" he whispered, his lips grazing her neck. "You've been so distant lately. Talk to me, baby".

Cynthia swallowed hard, the familiar warmth of his touch stirring something inside her. "I've just been busy", she said trying to pull away, but he held her tighter, his hands wandering lower.

"You stress too much...Cyn" he murmured against her skin, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of her towel. "Let me take care of you tonight".

She stiffened."Collins, I..."

He puked back slowly, cupping her face with both hands, his brown eyes locking into hers. "Come on, baby. You know I love you, right?

Cynthia nodded slowly; Collins had been there for 2 years now, through everything–--her bills, her sleepless nights, her fears. He made her feel safe, even when things were falling apart. But she wasn't sure if she was resting for what he wanted now.

"Then let me show you," he whispered, kissing her lips gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. "You trust me, don't you?"

She hesitated, her heart pounding. "I do, but..."

"No buts, baby," he whispered against her lips, pushing her gently back towards her bed.." I've been patient, babe, but I need you tonight."

Cynthia's head was spinning, torn between hesitation and the way his hands were making her body betray her thoughts. She gasped softly as he tugged her towel away, leaving her completely bare under his heated gaze.

"God, you're so beautiful" he groaned, pushing her into the bed, his lips trailing down her collarbone to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Cynthia's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair as heat pooled between her thighs.

"Collins...I--I've not done this before," she admitted, her voice trembling.

He smirked, kissing his way down her stomach. "I know baby. And I will be gentle. Just trust me. Okay?"

She nodded hesitantly, her body shivering with anticipation and fear.

He guided her to the bed, pushing her down gently, spreading her legs apart as his eyes drilled in the sight of her untouched pussy.

His fingers slid lower, parting her swollen folds, stroking her gently." You are so wet already" he murmured.

Cynthia gasped, arching slightly against his touch.

His lips followed his hands, kissing down her stomach until he touched her most sensitive spot; his tongue flicked over her clit, sensitive shockwave passed through her.

"Oh...Collins" She whimpered, clutching the sheets.