《The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince》Chapter 105 - Mozart’s Symphony
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The door dinged open. Daryn pulled away from her very slowly. His face was red and she was panting with her heart pounding insanely. Satisfied, Daryn stepped out of the elevator in a cool and calm manner while she was left inside wanting for more with a numb mind. He held her hand and pulled her outside. She somehow managed to walk along with him because her mind had exploded and scattered inside the private elevator of The Silver House.
Reyna watched the two of them walking towards her while holding hands. She noticed that both their faces were red and they emerged from his private elevator. She gave an incredulous stare and gulped. In the morning she read the news that his wedding had been called off. He was no longer with Maya. And how could this be possible that within an hour he was walking out with Dawn, holding her hand and they looked like they did something in the elevator. It was written all over their faces. Dawn's hair was completely fussed up. She gripped the sides of her table as her eyes followed them in the office. Neither greeted each other. Only when they disappeared behind the door did she take a deep breath. No wonder Maya was keeping a tab on Dawn. No wonder Dawn had spent a long time with Daryn in his office a few days back. No wonder…
Inside the office, Daryn pulled her to the sofa and made her sit. "You will not leave this office for the day. I am going to fuck your brains out and show that I am as young as I can be." He huffed. "Those employees – they are ruining your brain. Do they think that I am old?"
Dawn stared at his face for a second and then burst out laughing. "You are jealous?"
"What?" he glared at her as he kept his hands on his waist. "I am not!"
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Dawn almost doubled up in laughter. "O— ok— okay!" She stopped herself and then wiped away the tear that had formed due to laughing so hard. "Don't you have meetings? I mean you just can't hole up with here and have sex while your people wait?"
All at once there was a knock on the door and Reyna entered. "Sir your 10AM is here. He is waiting for you in the meeting room along with his group."
He nodded to dismiss Reyna. When she closed the door behind him, he said, "Stay right here. Rege is going to come and complete the paperwork with you in my office only. Okay?"
Dawn relaxed on the sofa, crossed her legs and said, "Okay," with a grin. We will see who fucks whose brains out?
For the next two hours, they both became busy with their work. Dawn had to read and sign many documents, which Rege had prepared. A day back, Daryn had appointed her as the CEO of The Jupiter Inc. She had to now take care of two companies and she didn't even know much about software or gaming. At the same time, her confidence rose to a higher level. Her next step was to take the remaining seven companies her father owned. She had to soon schedule a meeting with her grandmother Lily. Or she could grab another one of the companies and see her reaction.
Her father's main business was that of oil. They owned one oil refinery but according to the recent reports, it was coming under the government scanner for making huge losses. However, making losses wasn't abnormal. Companies did make losses every now and then. So what was it that brought them under the scanner? However hard she tried to find, there was no news that she could find about it. Perhaps Daryn had some news. After all the businessmen of his level were usually well informed about the happening in the economy.
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It was almost lunch when Daryn came back. Rege took his leave and left them.
"I had ordered takeaway for us," Daryn said, showing the jute bag.
"Mhmm," thanks, she replied, stretching her body. She wanted to ask him if they could take the rest of the day off. She had to pack.
Daryn laid the food on the table. There wasn't much, just tuna sandwich and chicken paprika. Dawn picked up a sandwich and took a large bite. "This is good," She said and closed her eyes, enjoying its flavor. When she opened her eyes, she looked at Daryn and asked, "Do you know why the Wyatt Oil Refinery is under the government scanner?"
He nodded. "Some people at the club mentioned something about it, but don't know all the details."
"Will you tell me whatever details you know about it?"
"Of course," he replied and got up. He went to his computer and after a while called Dawn. "Come here. These are some of the details that may interest you. But what would you like to do with them?" A smile tugged at his lips as he wondered if she was planning on taking over this business. It would be a huge success. He played Mozart's symphony number twenty-five in G-minor on iTunes.
Dawn sauntered towards him. She finished the sandwich. Leaning against him, she sat on his lap and then looked at the computer. He glanced at her. She was reading the contents of the file, when suddenly he found his zipper opening. His Adam's apple rose up and fell. She inserted her hand inside his pants and then gripped his length, which was crying for attention already. Daryn brushed the inside of her thighs. He gripped her waist to make her straddle across. "No, my dear. I have something else in mind." She got up and knelt down in front of him.
He looked at her with dark slate eyes.
Spreading his legs wider, she said, "You may want to scream my name. But remember to stay quiet, okay?" She repeated his words on him making him bite his lip. She unzipped his pants fully and his erection sprang out. Slowly, she took him in her mouth, inviting a throaty moan. He gripped her hair and shoved himself deep in her throat.
A knock on the door disturbed them.
Daryn tried to zip his pants but the door opened instantly and Reyna stepped in. Dawn ducked herself under his desk. He couldn't even zip his pants for the fear that the sound would be apparent.
"Good afternoon, Sir," said Reyna. "Your brother wants to meet you urgently."
Before he could protest, Caleb and Pia walked in.
"Shit!" he said under his breath.
"Caleb, can we talk later?" said Daryn.
"No, I have to talk to you now," said Caleb stubbornly and sat down opposite him along with Pia next to him.
"What is so urgent?" he asked.
At the same time, Dawn slowly ran her hand over his shaft. He shivered a little and coughed.
"No!" he said firmly and tried to remove her hand. But then she wrapped her mouth around him.
Caleb looked at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean, can we talk later?" he groaned as he felt Dawn's throat.
"Stop acting like a child Daryn!" Pia was angry.
"I am not," he replied tersely. Dawn brought her lips up and down making him swell more. He wanted to spank her for this situation. And thinking that made him harder.
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