The Still CEO: Forged Succession

Chapter 9 - Vile Woman

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Liv

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"Answer me!" Tyson screams in my face, and I scream back at him, reminding him that Chase is my boyfriend, but he cuts me off, saying I mustn't give him that crap. I try to fight it, but a smile makes its way onto my face while my juices dampen my panties, getting turned on by his hands roughly holding my shoulders.

"This isn't funny," he seethes, pinning me against the wall, and I tell him I know.

"Of course, it's not funny, Tyson. It's been four years since I've been waiting for you to leave that b***h, and you've been telling me to wait while you haven't made one single move that proves to me that you are in the process of ending your marriage. You say you don't love her, and yet you go off at me every time she almost catches us. Why? Why don't you just let her find out and be done with it?"

"Because it's not the right time yet, Liviana. You know our relationship will cause a lot of controversy. I have to be in a good place first, a place where I know I can secure our future. What do you think your aunt and uncle will do when I break their daughter's heart? Do you think they will still vote for me to get a position in the company?" he says, but I'm not impressed. He has been saying this to me for the past two years.

The company underwent some major changes to set it apart from its competitors, and the changes were completed six months ago. It has never been in a better position than now, but he's still waiting. He let his father give control over to Chase on his watch after he told me that would be his position, and once he got it, he would make sure his father never got it back.

"How long must I listen to your promises before I accept that you are playing me, Tyson?"

"Why would I do that?" he asks, cupping my face, and I tell him I don't know.

"Maybe because you realized that you do love her after all. You are trying for a baby."

"Only because I want her to stay out of my way. If I deny her, she will keep pestering me, and I can't handle that right now. Not with everything going on. You are the only woman I love. You know that, now please stop this madness," he says, tracing his thumb over my lower lip, and I lean up and crash my lips against his, the thought of Laurel passed out on the balcony making me even more excited.

Tyson returns the kiss with equal fervor, and I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, but he takes my hands off him before eliciting a gasp from me as he turns me around to face the wall, his lips settling on my neck.

"Mm!" Another moan escapes my lips as his hands slide over my curves before lifting my dress, setting my body on fire. "Oh!" I shudder as his right-hand slides inside my panties and begins rubbing circles on my throbbing clit, making my legs give way.

My head falls back on its own accord and I hold onto the wall as his left hand finds its way to my mounds and starts pinching my n*****s, making me shudder. His fingers slide into my wet p***y, awakening a primal need inside me as they pump in and out while Laurel’s expression if she were to discover us, dances in my cloudy mind.

"Tyson!" I call his name, feeling myself about to explode, but at that moment he pulls his fingers back, and I turn my head to complain, but the sound of his zipper reaches my ear. His other hand grabs my head and his lips devour mine in a hungry kiss. A throaty moan escapes my lips at the feel of his hard c**k pushing against my butt cheeks and just then, he thrusts into me in one go, eliciting another loud moan while my legs shake with need.

"Break-the-f*****g-engagement," he breathes, his hands firmly on my waist as he rails me against the wall and I cry out, I will.

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Kyra/Nea

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"You have a message," Ayesha says in a sing-song voice with a knowing smile and I take my phone from her, asking who it's from. She was busy looking at pictures of Kay that I took when we arrived here.

He was so happy to see her when he woke up yesterday. Ayesha has helped me look after him since he was a baby, and she's the one who kept an eye on my mother when I would be working night shifts.

We loved working the same shift, but because of my mother's condition, she suggested that we work interchangeable shifts. Jules, our manager, is super cool, so she was down with it when we explained the situation. It's like the universe conspired to bring us to her doorstep. She's more than a friend; she's family.

"Mert," I mutter, looking at the text, and her smile broadens, causing me to explain that he's thanking me for the address. I sent it to him fifteen minutes ago.

"He's cute," she says, and I can't disagree with that. The guy is hot. I open my mouth to tell her I'm scared of going out on this lunch date with him. I can see he wants something more, and I can't give him that. I don't want to give him the wrong idea. But she speaks first, asking if I've decided what I'm going to wear, making me narrow my eyes at her.

"It's not a date," I remind her, and she narrows her eyes back at me, making me alter my statement, saying it's not a date-date, just a coffee date.

"It's still a date."

"Well, I'm not dressing up for it and implying something more," I retort, and she says I'm overthinking the whole thing.

"Just have fun. When was the last time you got some?" she taunts, causing me to throw the pillow at her.

"Almost two years ago," I whisper as she exits the room, heading to the kitchen. She is cooking dinner tonight.

"She's right," a voice says, causing me to look up to find my mother walking inside, and I tell her I don't have time for that. I have my hands full with Kay. I add that, and she says she and Ayesha are here to help me with Kay. "You are using him as an excuse," she adds, but I quickly change the topic.

"Nea," she calls me as I start folding Kay's things that I bought, and I sigh before looking back at her. "I don't want to have this conversation, Mother," I tell her, and she gives me sad eyes, saying I can't be single forever, but I'm sure hell going to try. I even bought myself a new toy last month. After everything my father did to my mother, relationships scare me. I don't want to allow anyone to steal my peace.

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Donna

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"You've been distracted this whole day. Are you alright?" Shirley asks, reaching across the table and placing her hand on top of mine, and I nod, suddenly getting emotional at her question.

"I am. I'm sorry," I reply after a moment, my voice betraying me as it comes out shaky, and she gives my hand a reassuring squeeze before reminding me that she's here whenever I need to talk.

I thank her, telling her I know and that I appreciate her and her husband's support. For the past few minutes, since we've been sitting here, I have been trying to get myself together, like I have been doing this whole day but failing. I know she thinks it's about Tony. He should be my main concern right now, but how can he be with that woman trying to destroy my family and Tyson playing right into her trap? Tyson changed after his father died in that car accident fifteen years ago.

He used to be a sweet child, but David's death turned him into something else and drifted us apart. It was as though he blamed me, and when I met my second husband, we tried to take him to see some people, but he was never himself again.

However, I would have never expected him to do something like this.

Meagan, whom we had been waiting for, makes her way to us and Shirley gets up to hug her. She introduces me again, but Meagan says she remembers me. Meagan is Shirley's friend. They have business ventures together as well, and this is not the first time that she and I have met.

She sits down, and we signal for the waiter to come take our order after exchanging pleasantries. Shirley and I meet once a month for a spa date and then dinner afterward. We are always so busy during the day, and evenings are the only time we can squeeze in for ourselves.

She has been a good friend to me for all the years we've known each other. She and her husband have done so much for us over the years, and this is the thanks they get? Should Tyson's doing come out, it would be a disaster, and I cannot let it happen. I have to do something. I have to do whatever it takes.

I grab my purse and get to my feet, causing Shirley and Meagan to stop talking and look at me. I ask them to please excuse me, adding that I need to freshen up quickly and head towards the restroom. I can't sit there and pretend to be okay anymore.

I glance around to ensure there's no one to hear my conversation, and when I'm sure there isn't anyone, I take out my phone and dial the person I have been thinking about since last night. I told myself that I would never do it again, but I have no choice. I'm not going to let that evil woman destroy my family. Mali picks up on the first ring, and I tell him it's me. It's been a long time since I needed his services.

"I need your help," I say to him after he agrees that it has been a long time and he asks if it's the same order as last time, to which I answer yes. He asks if I want it delivered or if I will pick it up, and I tell him I will pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

We end the call after that, and I dial Chase's number, feeling bad that I hadn't even asked him about the engagement, but I couldn't pretend to be happy for him. He picks up, sounding groggy, and I ask if he was asleep and if I woke him. He says yes, and he doesn't sound sober either, so I ask if he's okay. He says he is; he had just returned from his meeting with his brother, and my heart accelerates at that. Before I realize I've asked him what the meeting was for and he says he missed Tyson. He explains it was nothing serious before asking if I'm okay and I apologize. I assure him I am, and then ask what his day looks like tomorrow.

"Would you and Liv be able to join us for dinner later?" I ask, and he says they would love to, adding that he was thinking of coming over to the house.

"Great! I will see you later. I love you," I say, and he reciprocates. We end the call after that, and I lean on the sink, the weight of what I'm about to do hanging heavily on me, but I can't let that vile woman ruin our lives. I can't let her destroy everything I've built.

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Liv

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"I love you," Tyson says, connecting our lips as we calm down from our high, and I tell him I love him too. He slowly pulls out but freezes at the sound of glasses crashing, followed by a thud.

"Is someone here?" he asks, and I turn around, nodding. "That's probably Laurel falling off the table," I mutter, and his eyes widen as he asks me who Laurel is, causing me to narrow my eyes at him even though I know he's asking because he's too shocked to process what I've just said.

"Your wife. She had too much wine," I add, my body still tingling from our vigorous encounter, and he opens his mouth, his face pale as he quickly pulls on his jeans, but he can't even speak. Instead, he rushes in the direction the sound came from, leaving me standing there with a satisfied smirk. I hope she heard us.