- Romance
- The Legacy
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Click here"Okay, the six million dollar question is just how much money do you have?"
"Do you mean how much does my company have or how much do I have personally?"
"You personally?"
"Let me see, my personal wealth is one house of modest proportions in a nice suburb, nothing pretentious, but comfortable nonetheless, a second hand Citroen C6 diesel car that is very comfortable and quite inexpensive to run. I bought it second hand because the depreciation on new cars like it is ridiculous. It has long been my policy to buy near new second hand luxury cars that have already depreciated in price but not value. My bank account is modest and my salary is similarly modest, my Executives receive much more than I do. As long as my simple needs are met and I have sufficient for a few luxuries from time to time, I am content. I do have a considerable amount of personal wealth tied up in various Trust Funds that I can call on if necessary, I think the amount in Trust would comfortably run into seven figures."
"So you're happy in your present situation, but will you be happy now that you and I have gotten involved? Will you be able to spare time away from your business for me?"
"As I said, it only needs me for one hour each day, my Executives can run the business quite satisfactorily, and that is why I chose to kill Mr Walton off. I'm sure that you will allow me that time away from your presence."
Her hand was on his cock, lovingly on his cock. "Are you sure about that? You do realise that I have a lot of catching up to do sexually, don't you?"
"You brazen hussy," his finger was inside her pussy that was still sticky from their very recent efforts. "But then, so do I." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her until they felt him stirring once more, "I'd almost forgotten just how good this is. Jenny, will you marry me?"
"Yes Mr Walton, I will."
"Mr Walton is dead."
"I know, rigor mortis has set in." She whispered as she opened her legs and led his now hard cock to the Promised Land.
- COMMENTS
greenbeardlkabout 2 months agointeresting story. need to correct an error though. when a mortgage is sold the original terms and conditions still apply. they can't jack up the rates unless the original contract allow for it. 3 stars. sorry not fond of stories that contain inaccuracy's.
HighlandLaddieover 7 years agoand one with a different twist...love how he dealt with each woman in turn...and eventually found one to love....just shows how greed drives many people...
arrowglassover 9 years agoDid not figure it out until the end...enjoyed being led down the path!!!
abboncalmost 11 years agoSorry, mate, but this isn't nearly as well written as many of your previous submissions. I've read most of them, and have a few favourites that I read again from time to time, but I'm afraid this won't be one of them. Too many spelling mistakes, and a couple of missed words, among other things, gave me the idea that you had thought "I haven't submitted for a while, better cobble something together while I think of it."
I liked the idea, but it just didn't seem to gel this time.
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoThe deal with the fashion designer had abosolutely no respect towards her intellectual property. The designer always has a moral and often legal right over his/her creations, even if they were created while working under an employer. Many companies pay their designer a royalty for their designs. The way you described business is mostly a thing of past, an immoral past.
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoThe ending seemed forced and too abrupt. Could have been done better. And what about the guys he had dealings with?
ReiDeBastosalmost 11 years agoWe were obviously supposed to be rooting for Jennifer, but I, perhaps, have more reason to do so than most, as I am in a situation somewhat like that of her husband's at the start of the story.
I don't have Parkinson's, but I am a hemiplegic, the result of a massive stroke I had a few years ago. I was in a coma for 6-8 weeks, and spent a total of eleven months in Hospital ICUs, CCUs, Physical Rehab Centers (It is "rehab", not "re-hab", by the way - at least it is here in the States), and a Nursing Home before I was discharged home to the tender mercies of my wife (whose name is Susan, not Jennifer). I have lived my life in a motorized wheelchair for the past five years, but I am in our home. I would quite likely have lived the rest of my life slowly vegetating in a nursing home were it not for my Susan, who I love more than life itself
-Rei
