I’ll be having some crews coming in to do the work I can’t handle.”“You most certainly are not!”“Pardon?”“I can’t afford anything li...e that.”“I know. I’m paying for it.”“Wyatt Benning...”“Don’t Wyatt Benning me, it needs to be done. I can do it, so I am.” He scooped more potatoes onto his plate.“Honey, you need to save your money, not spend it on me.”“I’ve already got more money than I can spend. I can’t turn around without making more.”“Then give it to your parents.”Wyatt snorted. “I’ll take. Our own little secret. Unless something changed for the better or worse.I shut and locked the car door and made my way through the lot towards the main company entrance and to whatever situation fate had in store for me.*The company canteen was busy.I took a deep breath and walked through the double doors and immediately felt the general hubbub fade away into a hushed murmur as I made my way towards the food counter so I could order a coffee to warm my bones.People I knew and people I didn't. His father was not capable of murder, not even indirectly. ‘Actually Sir, the word is that you ordered the hit on Marx. Apparently since last week Marx was the only obstacle standing between you and the High-Seat of Alcor.’ Jason was shocked. ‘What? Me? That’s laughable! I don’t even want Alcor!’ He took a breath and tried to calm himself. Was he taking this situation to lightly? If it really was said that he killed Marx, then he was in a lot of trouble. The House would want retribution and. I want to go upstairs sometime, but we should get into the hot tub first. Then she started pushing down her panties and bent over as she pushes them to the floor. Doing that brought her face within inches of my cock and now standing at full attention. She didn't take her eyes off of it as she went down. She looked down for a split second to step out of her panties and she lost her balance falling forward into me. I'm try to help her, but with a glass of wine in my left hand I had to catch her.