Billionaire's Wife

Both Sides

Matteo's POV

I spare a glance over a few men sitting in my living room that included a huge round sofa but for tonight we have turned it into our private club. I knew what the results were going to be and so do them. But that was the highlight of the night and the very reason we were throwing this party. The newscaster kept speaking while I enjoyed the expensive perfume of my slave in my arms. It was so dark in our space and only the light of the screen was illuminating her skin. I held her waist tighter and pulled her in. Getting the cue she came to sit over my lap facing me. I knew she had got the attention of many men in the room with her beautiful ass on the display but I couldn’t care. Her naked body only in the stocking was intoxicating. There was no way I was going to let anyone have what I am not done enjoying. She threw her hair on her right shoulder and bit her lips while swaying her body to the dim music playing.

“…Sofia McKenzie has lost the election against…,” Curses, moans, and cries of joy followed. I hear the men saying how it was almost an impossible task or how much of a bastard I was but I couldn’t look away from the perfect boobs.

“What’s your matter with her?” One of the men asked. I didn’t care who he was but held the waist with the right hand before pulling my slave in and kissed her deeply.

“Isn’t it obvious? She is a woman…” Leo started but was cut off by Lorenzo saying,

“…And, Matt will never live a day seeing a woman becoming the leader of our great country!” The joy in his voice made me chuckle. I finally looked at the boys most of them now enjoying pretty blonds in their hands.

“Isn’t it obvious? Women are made for our beds…to serve, to satisfy, and to follow the command?” I asked the woman in front of me and pinched her clit hard enough to make her cry take over the crowd. I loved how she was breathless and squirming when I dug my two fingers in her and stared at her shaved p***y before whispering. “...Women are filth,”

I groaned when I found someone moving under my arm. “Get off,” I ordered without opening my eyes and stretched a few seconds later. I found her waiting for me on her knees. I couldn’t help staring at her plump breasts adorned with my marks. They were swollen. It makes me even touch her more.

I smiled knowing it was just the start of another day where I was going to rule this miserable world. Getting in my bathroom I take in the view of two beautiful slaves of mine waiting for me. I knew they were happy standing in the most expansive bath ever built. It was settled with light greyish blue marble and had stairs going down that joined the indoor pool of my mansion straight to my bathroom.

Unlike the woman in my bed from the morning, they looked fragile in their petite figure. I walked to hug the one standing at the right and held her close letting my hardness touch this fragile thing. They had my bath prepared but I had other plans. I hold her hand and took the stairs down to my indoor pool where Leila was swimming already. She was one of the girls I know by name and also the single brunette I had in my harem. I jumped in the pool and swam to hold her sultry body before kissing her plump lips. My mouth curled up feeling her skillful hands on my back. She wasn’t a slave but more of someone I hooked up in a bar in Germany and hired her after one unforgettable night. Of course, she couldn’t decline the offer. I was one hell of a negotiator. It was something that runs in my blood.

“Mr. Lucca…” I heard Peter say and shot him an arched brow. Of course, it had to be a matter of concern.

“We have received a stay order on the Riverland project.” The words were enough to set fire. I could only see red and the moment a hand on my chest distracted me I looked at Leila. “You are fired,”

“How?” I asked Peter but some blogger who had been writing against me was already my click before Peter started speaking. “…It’s your father. He is financing that climate change activist to the point that the government has finally decided to stop the deforestation,”

“Fuck...how much it is going to cost us? I want figures, Peter,” I asked taking the long strides back to my room.

“It will be a million peso per day if we don’t resume the construction. If we didn’t do anything about this in two weeks at that point it is better to drop the project altogether to avoid any massive loss.” What the hell that baldy wanted now. For once I didn’t want him to f**k my life up.

“You do realize what I PLAN WITH THIS PROJECT. SO, DON’T f**k UP!” I cried throwing my jacket I was getting into and got his collar to get this clearly in his brain. “This is going to be the best trading hub this world ever see…I am going to control governments Peter…governments. Do…you see…do you see NOW?” Peter’s expressions were unfazed. Well, this is what I pay him for. To stay calm all the time because someone has to stay calm.

“I guess it is time to pay a visit to your father. He is playing his cards at the worst time.”

“Cancel all the meetings for today,” I huffed while the girl from the morning I left in my room came ahead to offer me another suit jacket.

“You have a meeting with the heiress of the Russo family. We have made her wait for a week already.” I recalled a twenty-six-year-old woman whose name was like a wildfire in the construction business nowadays. And, as I was trying to venture into this industry maybe in the future it was indeed half important.

“When the meeting is due?” I asked,

“You asked me to arrange it for breakfast.”

“Great…we will fly right after breakfast.” I got my spectacles on before walking into my dining area where a woman in a beige formal dress awaited. Her beautiful hand had a bracelet that got my attention. Her family had riches and I knew figures shown to the world were nothing in front of what they really own.

“Ms. Russo, pleasure is all mine…I am sorry to make you wait but business always comes first.”

“It is understandable Mr. Lucca…I am sure working on getting a powerful candidate off her seat must have been a huge deal.” She replied making my fake smile freeze for a few seconds before I took a seat in front of her. My chef with three other helpers was getting the table ready when I got my spectacles off to give her my hard glare.

“You have two minutes to mention your business. And, no…you are not welcome on this table…don’t you dare touch a thing here.” She offered me a sly smile before making herself comfortable and leaned in her chair.

“I am here with a marriage proposal.”

“For?” I asked but got her mischievous eyes looking right at my mouth.

“You don’t know me,” My voice came sharp.

“I don’t need to,” She answered.

“…interesting…I wonder if you will be able to look at your husband f*****g w****s on our supposed bed.”

“…I am not going to stop f*****g my butler after our alliance too. Don’t talk about a f*****g common man Matteo. Our alliance will not only open the world’s best economic opportunities but will also make us the richest couple ever lived in this world…we will be running the trades or tides of the politics. Imagine having millions of people on our mercy,” I blankly looked at her face for a few seconds and it was as if looking at my woman version.

“…and I don’t have much time. It is either you or the forty-five-year-old Filipino or a fifty-two-year-old man in South Africa. I thought to offer the opportunity first to someone from my race…”

“We can’t let that happen…I guess,” I didn’t let her finish and accepted her offer.

“Anything you want to add?...like I hate the color white and allergic to peanuts.” She asked waving her manicured nails in the air. I looked at my half fried egg before looking at her. “I hate women and allergic to poor people. In fact, people in general. They are all crap. I hate when someone talks, walk or even breathes. Can't be more real than this.”

“I will gulp this drink down and I promise I will always be on a business trip with my butler of course,” She laughed, and I looked at her perfect mouth. To tell the truth she looked like once in a lifetime opportunity. To having a wife with all her property, influence, and ambitions then minus her presence with all the freedom…I was going down as the luckiest human being ever lived. I was twenty-nine and of course, didn’t marry because no one had a family background this impressive.

“…I am going on a trip for three weeks. We can announce our alliance soon after.” She said showing me her perfect teeth and dimple before getting the glass to her mouth.

“About that…only I am going to decide. We will announce this in ten days in LA. I am going to the states for personal reasons. And, yes, your butler is specially invited.” I offered her my crook smile before getting out of my chair and got my spectacles back.

I didn’t know what got into my father. Why couldn’t he do what all other older people do? Just die for once…for good. I boarded the plane now knowing I was going to write history. My name was soon going to be unmatchable and the envy of many. I wonder how I should celebrate it. Never mind, I will better open a new business to celebrate this success of mine. My expansive vines are not to share with my shithole friends. I wonder how all of my rivals were going to react. Of course, they were going to say how I married for money. But who doesn’t since this world came into being. I smiled looking at the lands getting small.

The whole world should know about this alliance. Every newspaper in the world no matter how small will talk about the alliance of history. The world of the corporation was going to split between the ones who are at my side or who are not at my side. But I was sure I was going to rule both sides.

I am feeling a little sorry for this pal. Because I guess we all know what is going to happen.

Orrrrr you feel sorry for Julie?

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