make it in New York, you can virtually make it anywhere in the world. You really could, I was living proof. I had now secured my new residency in a plush condo near the new offices. I bought the entire floor which consisted of the two massive apartments that resided there. After graduation, I would be moving to New York full time, but I would keep the condo here in Connecticut. I just couldn't let it go, I didn't want to let it go… not ever.
Kathleen's graduation from Columbia was tomorrow, and my graduation from Yale was the next day. Everything was going as planned, and my team was almost fully assembled for the big move to New York. I was king of my empire, and every king had his queen, and it was time that mine made her way to her throne, and back into my arms. I was hoping that this time apart had calmed her down, and that she would talk to me. I had hoped that she wouldn’t run from me when she saw me the next time, but if she did run, I would run after her. I hoped that she would be proud of what I was doing in my career, and in me graduating from Yale in the next forty-eight hours. I was hoping that she would love the fact that I gave back my trust fund, until I was done with school, and also that I never signed her request for divorce. I hoped and prayed that she would find it in her heart, to forgive me. It was hours from her graduation, and I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to congratulate her on graduating in person, and tell her all about P2 Enterprises. I wanted to see her face to face, and give her a graduation gifts, and hold her in my arms. I didn’t have her followed for most of this last year of school, so I was starved for a glimpse of her now. I didn't want it to be in a photo, a video from a phone, or a hidden video camera. I wanted to see her face to face. I had waited long enough, and it was time to re-claim what was mine. But when my assistant went ahead of me two days before her graduation, to get a lock on her location and routines, he was in for a surprise. She was gone. She had vanished without a trace, without any forwarding address, or phone number.
After further research, he found out she’d chosen to have her degree sent to her parents’ house, and she told the university that she was leaving on assignment for her new job. She opted out of participating in the graduation ceremony. I growled in response, as he repeated what the secretary of admissions had told him, clenching my fists so tight I was ready to punch a wall. He stood there, and continued on, saying that he was also informed that she’d left campus the day prior. “FUCK!!!!!” I yelled. My assistant, Sherman, looked nervous as hell standing in my office, and he should be nervous at this unacceptable prognosis. I was in shock, I was livid… and Kathleen was gone.
Chapter 13
Two years later
“OH YEAH, BABY, fuck my mouth, hard and nasty.” She growled at me, as she ran her tongue up the length of my cock, teasing me, testing me, wanting me to stuff her mouth again. I took a deep breath, as she slowly took me back into her wet and warm mouth, all the way to the back of her throat again and again, humming her appreciation. I continued to stare out into the late night view of sprinkling lights, the lake, and the surrounding trees, while deep in thought. I stood there, with my whiskey tumbler in one hand, and my other hand tangled in the hair of the woman who was on her knees, sucking my cock. While the city slept, we were on the balcony of the penthouse suite of the Hotel Le Bristol in Paris, while she proceeded to suck me off for the third time tonight. As she did the job she was told to do, I was in deep thought about the last time I was deep inside the throat of another woman. KP. I lifted my tumbler glass of scotch, took a long gulp, and swallowed with a hiss, as I felt her throat muscles contracting around my cock. She was good, I was close, and she knew it. I growled, tightening my grip of her hair,
Kathleen's graduation from Columbia was tomorrow, and my graduation from Yale was the next day. Everything was going as planned, and my team was almost fully assembled for the big move to New York. I was king of my empire, and every king had his queen, and it was time that mine made her way to her throne, and back into my arms. I was hoping that this time apart had calmed her down, and that she would talk to me. I had hoped that she wouldn’t run from me when she saw me the next time, but if she did run, I would run after her. I hoped that she would be proud of what I was doing in my career, and in me graduating from Yale in the next forty-eight hours. I was hoping that she would love the fact that I gave back my trust fund, until I was done with school, and also that I never signed her request for divorce. I hoped and prayed that she would find it in her heart, to forgive me. It was hours from her graduation, and I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to congratulate her on graduating in person, and tell her all about P2 Enterprises. I wanted to see her face to face, and give her a graduation gifts, and hold her in my arms. I didn’t have her followed for most of this last year of school, so I was starved for a glimpse of her now. I didn't want it to be in a photo, a video from a phone, or a hidden video camera. I wanted to see her face to face. I had waited long enough, and it was time to re-claim what was mine. But when my assistant went ahead of me two days before her graduation, to get a lock on her location and routines, he was in for a surprise. She was gone. She had vanished without a trace, without any forwarding address, or phone number.
After further research, he found out she’d chosen to have her degree sent to her parents’ house, and she told the university that she was leaving on assignment for her new job. She opted out of participating in the graduation ceremony. I growled in response, as he repeated what the secretary of admissions had told him, clenching my fists so tight I was ready to punch a wall. He stood there, and continued on, saying that he was also informed that she’d left campus the day prior. “FUCK!!!!!” I yelled. My assistant, Sherman, looked nervous as hell standing in my office, and he should be nervous at this unacceptable prognosis. I was in shock, I was livid… and Kathleen was gone.
Chapter 13
Two years later
“OH YEAH, BABY, fuck my mouth, hard and nasty.” She growled at me, as she ran her tongue up the length of my cock, teasing me, testing me, wanting me to stuff her mouth again. I took a deep breath, as she slowly took me back into her wet and warm mouth, all the way to the back of her throat again and again, humming her appreciation. I continued to stare out into the late night view of sprinkling lights, the lake, and the surrounding trees, while deep in thought. I stood there, with my whiskey tumbler in one hand, and my other hand tangled in the hair of the woman who was on her knees, sucking my cock. While the city slept, we were on the balcony of the penthouse suite of the Hotel Le Bristol in Paris, while she proceeded to suck me off for the third time tonight. As she did the job she was told to do, I was in deep thought about the last time I was deep inside the throat of another woman. KP. I lifted my tumbler glass of scotch, took a long gulp, and swallowed with a hiss, as I felt her throat muscles contracting around my cock. She was good, I was close, and she knew it. I growled, tightening my grip of her hair,
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