Page 40 of Dominant

Chapter 9

Equal Shares

Alexander

Jordan’s parents were getting very impatient with me.

“Well, when will Jordan be back?” Jennifer asked.

“In two weeks,” I answered. “It’s an intensive training program.”

“In Las Vegas?” Jonathan repeated.

“In Las Vegas,” I confirmed.

“Well, this is very poor timing,” Jennifer muttered.

I ducked the phone away from my mouth to sign a document that Marianne had put in front of me, and then signalled that she was excused. I was having a challenging conversation with the Andilets because they’d received a letter from my lawyer that day. I was making a tender offer, an inflated offer, on their shares of Chateau Andilet, for three times their market value. It was more than the entire business was worth, more money than they might ever make as partners, but it was worth it to me. I needed their chateau for something much more lucrative, the club, and the only way to get it was to take over the business.

“Take more time to look over the offer,” I said graciously. “You have thirty days to consider it; no need to decide now.”

“It’s a generous offer,” conceded Jonathan. “But we’re not the only other shareholders. We recently redistributed our shares to the girls.”

A muscle clenched in my jaw. With Jordan gone, Marianne had filled out the paperwork, and clearly hadn’t checked the shareholder register.

“Oh, I see,” I answered cautiously. “Was that a new change?”

“We just gifted them,” explained Jonathan. “Will you send them your offer as well?”

“Yes, of course,” I dragged my fingers through my hair. “Every shareholder will have the same opportunity.”

“D-does Jordan have access to the shareholder information?” asked Jennifer.

“Of course.” She was my accountant. Why wouldn’t she have access to my financial records?

“Well,” Jennifer sniffed, uncomfortably. There was a strange silence.

“Okay, well, go ahead and send your offer out to the girls,” said Jonathan. I got the impression he was cutting her off.

“I will.” When I got off the call, I called Marianne back into my office.

“Get me the shareholder register for Chateau Andilet right away.”

She rolled her eyes. She had fulfilled basic accounting duties before we hired Jordan and resented that she had to do it again now that Jordan was on a “two week training in Las Vegas.” I briefly wondered what she would look like bent over my knee, getting a spanking for her insolence.

I lowered my chin and looked at her over the top of my glasses. “Now, please.”

A few minutes later, she emailed me the document. It wasn’t very long, with only six shareholders in the company. I immediately understood why Jennifer had asked if Jordan could see it. I owned forty-nine percent, Jennifer and Jonathan owned twenty-five percent, Nicole and Jacqueline each had ten percent, and Jordan only had six percent. She owned less than her sisters and had deliberately been cut out of having voting rights.

I stared at the document, working my jaw.

In the evening, I headed to the clubhouse, still thinking through the offer. The tender offer would have to be postponed so that Jordan could have the full thirty days to consider it once she had completed her contract at the House of Initiates.

On the one hand, it was good news. I had a better chance of purchasing Jordan’s shares than I ever had of convincing her parents to sell. But that would mean cutting her out of the business completely - her and only her, while the other four Andilets kept their investment. That hardly seemed fair.

The clubhouse felt crowded when I arrived, as if to emphasize how much we needed more space. The lamps were lit and quiet music was playing. The atmosphere should have been quiet and laid back, but it hummed with a bustling energy. Servants in their grey tunics ushered quickly down the hall holding drinks and polished wood boxes, nodding to me respectfully as they passed. A large group of members in the living room were getting raucous, making it feel more like a tavern than an exclusive club.

I found Mark in the parlour and took a seat beside him, ordering a scotch from one of the servants. In the corner of the room, Merriman, fully dressed, was getting a blowjob from a male initiate. The initiate was naked, with his hands tied behind his back, and resting his head for balance in Merriman’s lap while another male initiate behind him licked his ass and stroked his cock with a free hand.

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