I drove straight to the hotel. After taking a shower, I ordered lunch through room service. Lunch was tasty and delicious. I lay on the bed to take a quick nap. Sleep came easily and quickly. Ding. Ding. Ding. My cellphone rang through. My eyes shot open. My cock throbbed in my shorts. It looked as if it wanted to slam something. Ruin someone. “Yes, Berkeley,” “Are you in the room?” “Yes, you can come in,” I replied. I got out of bed and took a blue V-neck shirt hanging by the chair. Knock. Knock. The door swung open. “Hello, Draven.” Berkeley entered, face flushed, her doe eyes wandering to my hard cock. She sat by the chair, tightening her thighs together. “I c-came to show you the design for the application.” She squirms under my gaze. “I-I am almost done. I j-just need your inputs, and go ahead.” The Charm Aura definitely slammed into her. Ignoring the sexual tension, I pointed to the role part. “Let every role be 1 vacancy, and work experience should be with

I stood there with my cock still half-hard and glistening from Berkeley’s dripping pussy, watching her on shaky legs as she tried to pull her ruined panties back up. Cum was already leaking down her inner thighs, and the sight made my dick twitch again. She looked wrecked—hair messy, blouse half-unbuttoned, skirt wrinkled, that freshly-fucked glow on her face like she’d just discovered heaven between my legs.“Leave the panties off,” I ordered, voice rough. “I want to know my cum is still inside you while we handle business.”Berkeley’s eyes fluttered. “Yes, sir… Daddy,” she whispered, the title slipping out like it had been waiting years to be said. She shoved the soaked lace into her bag instead, then straightened her clothes as best she could. The Charm Aura was working overtime now; her nipples were still rock-hard against her blouse, and every time she moved, I could see the fresh flush of need on her cheeks.I tucked myself away, zipped up, and pulled her close by the waist.

I sat at the head of the dining table in the penthouse suite, staring at the city skyline while the three women worked around me. Alera was hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across the keys as she dug deeper into the Harland family files. Berkeley paced slowly, reviewing legal documents on her tablet, her brow furrowed with concentration. Sophia had joined us after a quick change into professional attire, but her eyes kept flicking toward me, a mix of professional respect and something deeper that the aura had planted. Breakfast plates were cleared away, and the mood had shifted from relaxed planning to sharp focus.“We need to move fast,” I said, breaking the silence. “Alera, what have you found on their biggest real estate deal this month?”She looked up, her expression serious. “Their flagship project is the Riverside Tower complex. A two billion dollar development on the east side of the city. They are closing the final financing round tomorrow morning. But there is more.

I leaned back in the leather chair inside the penthouse war room, the morning light cutting sharp across the table. The team had barely slept after the latest round of threats, but the energy in the room stayed electric. Berkeley sat to my right, her tablet open to the latest stock reports, while Alera worked on her laptop with fierce concentration and Sophia reviewed investor files on the other side. The city below us looked peaceful from up here, but I knew better. The Harlands were not done fighting dirty. My phone buzzed on the table for the fifth time in ten minutes. Unknown number again. I picked it up expecting another anonymous threat, but the message that popped up hit different. “Draven, please. You have to stop this. The Harlands are going insane. They are tearing apart everything you touch, and I cannot watch it happen to you again.” It's Mia. I stared at the screen, my jaw tightening. Mia. The name alone brought back a flood of memories I had buried deep. S

The penthouse glowed with low golden light when we finally stepped inside. The city skyline stretched out below us like it already belonged to me, lights twinkling like they were cheering the Harland empire’s slow death. Berkeley hadn’t left my side since we left the office, her body pressed tight against mine the whole ride up, fingers tracing the hard lines of my abs through my shirt like she needed to feel the power still humming under my skin. Alera was already at the massive glass table, laptop open, screens glowing with fresh data streams. Sophia moved like a predator in heels, pouring chilled champagne into four glasses while Marcus’s crew finished sweeping the entire floor for bugs.I dropped onto the leather couch, legs spread wide, the kind of kingly position that made my women’s eyes darken instantly. The fight at the office had left me wired, Martial Arts Mastery still buzzing in my veins, every muscle carved and ready. Berkeley slid right onto my lap without being as