The Day My Name Bankrupted a City

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Forrest walked down the hotel foyer, his clothes soaked with blood, clutching his shoulder. He did, however, have a relieved expression on his face. Those who saw him were started by his appearance. They all hastened their steps, attempting to get as far away from him as they could.

Forrest walked out of the hotel and down the street toward his car. Two vans parked in front and behind his vehicle opened their doors. A swarm of people rushed out of the vans and swarmed him, worried expressions on their faces.

“Mr. Smith, you’re injured?!”

“How could this happen? Hurry, Mr. Smith, get in the car. You need to go to the hospital!”

“Mr. Smith, who hurt you? We’ll beat that fucker to death!”

Forrest’s face turned stern. He kicked the person who just ran his mouth last. “What do you know? Shut up. It was me who injured myself.”

The gang fell silent, and they all stared at Forrest, puzzled. Mr. Smith injured himself? What fucking happened back there?!

The gang was utterly perplexed. Mr. Parker, Forrest's right-hand guy, was the only one who understood what had transpired. After seeing Forrest, he let out a sigh of relief and whispered, “Mr. Smith, are you ok?”

“Yes.” Forrest nodded and grinned. “Fortunately, Sir Gael wasn’t angry at me. He just wanted me to take care of a few unrelated things for him.”

“But, your injury—”

“A boon! If I didn’t stab myself, my heart would never be at ease.” Forrest sat in the car, wincing when the nerve near his injury pulled. “Hurry up and take me to the hospital. Fuck, it fucking hurts!”

Hearing his furious curses, the driver put his foot on the pedal. Forrest held onto the cigarette Gael handed him the entire time. He put the cigarette under his nose and sniffed. “Light it for me," he murmured after putting it in his mouth.

Mr. Parker took out a lighter swiftly and glanced at the cigarette. He asked, his voice full of confusion, “Mr. Smith, why are you smoking this kind of cigarette? Here, smoke this.” He extended his hand as he spoke, preparing to replace the cigarette in Forrest’s mouth with another one.

Forrest slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” he spat and snatched the lighter from him. He lit the cigarette himself and inhaled the smoke, a gleeful look on his face. He murmured, “This cigarette... heralds the meteoric rise of the great Forrest Smith.”

Mr. Parker and his gang gave Forrest dumbfounded looks, unable to comprehend what he said. They glanced at each other, wondering if the stab wound somehow traumatized their leader's brain and whether they needed to see a psychiatrist instead.

Forrest exhaled and ordered, “Tell those three loan sharks that Forrest Smith needs to see them. They are to come immediately.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Parker. After a brief moment of thinking, he asked, “Mr. Smith, that bald dude got us in so much trouble. He also hurt you. How should we deal with him?”

That bald dude? Forrest thought for a moment. His eyes turned cold. He said indifferently, “Dispose of him.”

“Understood.”

...

Back in the presidential suite, Violet was standing with pursed lips. “I’m not jealous.”

“Oh really? Let’s see about that then.” I grabbed Violet’s arm and pulled her in. Violet gasped and fell into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

Seeing her perfect, pretty face up close, I could not help but reveal a smile. “My dear assistant is so cute even when jealous.”

Violet’s face began to flush. A little flustered, she tried to get up. “I-I’m going to get someone to bring us dinner.”

“No rush.” I hugged her tighter, refusing to let go; her alluring neck and cleavage beckoned to me. Her shy, startled demeanor, on the other hand, was much more appealing. Her eyes carried hints of nervousness which she could not cover up.

I was unable to stop myself from smiling. Despite teasing me on a daily basis, when it came time to get serious, she always got nervous. Alas, she was still a girl who would get embarrassed over such things.

I lifted my hand and stroked her cheek. “Forget dinner," I said quietly in her ear. "You are the thing I want to feast on...”

“Sir...” Violet’s delicate earlobe turned red instantly. After a pause, she peered at me from beneath her eyelashes and bit her lip. “What are you waiting for, then?”

My body began to heat up as her charming voice passed through my ear. I lowered my head slightly and let myself kiss her red, soft lips. It intoxicated me. I tasted her lips, the tip of my tongue worming its way inside her mouth.

“Auhh.” Violet moaned softly. Our tongues intertwined and pulled, wet, obscene sounds filling up the space. My left hand began to unbutton her shirt while the other wrapped around her slim waist. Her large, plump breasts bounced in front of my gaze as I popped the last button open.

My hand reached forward and began to squeeze. A tender, softness filled my hand. My fingers sunk deeply into her breasts, giving me a feeling of contentment.

Even though it was my second time holding these knockers, I was still very impressed. They were simply enormous! I used a little force while savoring Violet's nimble tongue, fondling her breasts and making them change shape at my will.

I ripped off her bra and kissed her fair neck as I made my way down. I started sucking on her tits.

“Ahh!” Violet’s delicate body trembled slightly. She moaned and sighed. My face was almost buried in between her huge boobs, my tongue licking her nipples.

Violet was visibly trembling, her legs crossed. I spread her legs apart and my hand caressed her inner thigh, as it slowly slipped into her skirt. My fingertips grazed over that forbidden area. It felt moist.

Were her panties wet? I looked at her, my eyes crinkling with mirth. Violet buried her head into my arms coyly, not wanting to look at me, as if in shame.

I teased her ear, giving it kitten licks a couple times, trying to coax her out of her shell. At the same time, my fingers rubbed her pussy through the thin, lacy panties.

“Erm…" her breathing grew heavier. The speed of my hand quickened and I rubbed harder. I could feel her panties getting completely soaked with arousal, some of it slipping down her thighs.

So, I lingered no longer. My fingers delved into her underwear and kneaded her clitoris. Then I explored her pussy with my fingertips.

“Ah!” Violet let out a soft cry like she had been shocked. Her arms around me tightened, and my dick was rock hard. Her hands reached down and began stroking my throbbing manhood through my pants. She raised her head with seductive allure, and gazed at me with eyes filled with intense passion. She was so charming.

Encouraged by the light, accommodating smile on my face, she began to take the initiative. Starting with my lips and working her way down, she left wet kisses. She went from my neck, to my chest, and then to my stomach.

She undid my belt with both hands as her quick tongue licked my stomach. Slap! When she took off my pants, my incomparably hard dick popped up and hit her face.

“It's big...” Violet bit her lower lip, clearly concerned about how such a large object might fit inside her.

I leaned on the sofa comfortably, raised my hand, and patted her head. Violet got the message. After pinning me with an alluring smile, she kneeled on the floor and placed herself between my legs.

Her soft hand grabbed my throbbing cock. Slowly, she dropped her head. She started by licking the bottom of my cock. Her tongue reached the tip of my cock. Finally, she put my cock in her mouth, swallowing it whole.

Crap! I sucked in a breath of cold air. This stimulating feeling of ecstasy caused my enormous cock to swell.

“Auuh.” Violet let out some muffled moans and moved her eyes to look at me. She spat out my cock, a mischievous smile on her face. She stuck out her tongue; her tongue began twirling at the top of my dick.

A stunning woman was kneeling in front of me under the bright lights of my presidential suite. Her pretty eyes shone, enchanting. Violet was currently holding my dick in her hands and licking it with passion and rigor.

This scenario was basically every man’s dream. Letting my head fall to the side supported by my arm, I enjoyed the eye candy. It was such a picturesque view.

Violet took my dick in her mouth once more and started sucking, bobbing her head up and down. With each squelch, my dick slipped in and out of her mouth, forming a rhythm.

The ecstasy came in waves, energizing my entire body and leaving nothing but flames in my wake. I let out a long sigh. I stroked her head before I stood up and picked her up by the waist. “Let’s get a bed.”