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Hence, this meeting.

J.W. forced himself to relax his shoulders, releasing some of the tension stored there.

Yara was watching him with a pensive gaze, her lips pursed into the remnants of a pout.

He appraised Yara again. She was an objectively beautiful woman that was showing clear interest in him.

That wanted him to fuck her.

To breed her. To fill her with his cum and use her as he pleased.

“So”–she raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the table–“dinner?”

It was really a no brainer, he was already here, he might as well enjoy it. “With pleasure.”

To say he was intrigued would be an understatement, but even more than that? He couldn’t stop imagining her stomach swollen, pregnant with his child.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His first and only long-term relationship had ruined any plans of future children. The vasectomy was evidence of that.

But even still, a man could dream. Could fantasize.

Chapter 14

Yara

Ihadn’t laughed this much in years. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go when I first got here.

The man seemed like a bit of an ass, but now that we had split a meal, shared intimate parts of our lives, and dropped the stiffness of business acquaintances?

I could tell he wasn’t an asshole. He was just lonely.

And he had been, for a very,verylong time.

My background check had yielded quite a bit of information on him…in his work life at least. He owned a very large agency that had landed several well-known clients.

He had a silent partner that assisted in his endeavors, but otherwise, his work seemed pretty straightforward, and his personal life wasn’t marred with any blemishes.

“Were you ever married? I couldn’t find anything on a wife, but you must have had someone over the years?”

He stiffened before forcing a smile, except his face was devoid of light. “I was never married, but I had a long-time partner back when I was much younger. She is actually the one that had me get the vasectomy.” He reached to grab the wine bottle, topping us both off. “And what about your story Yara?” His eyes wore holes into mine.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, tipping my glass up, and chugging the wine down in several large gulps.

I gazed right back at him, not blinking. “Do you ever feel as if you are staring at a different person in the mirror every time you look?”

His eyes widened in surprise; whatever he expected me to say, it wasn’t that, but then he set his fork down and brought a long finger to his lips in contemplation. “I try not to look in mirrors too often, because they aren’t an accurate representation of who I am. But yes, sometimes I do find myself thinking I am a fraud. My company would have gone under without my backer. He randomly stumbled upon me one day about ten years ago. I was already based in California, but he pushed me to move to this area.” He reached up brushing his hair back from his face and my eyes followed the move.

My nerves were static. I was trying to portray myself as calm, but inside a fire was burning.

This man was more than I bargained for.

“What’s your story, Yara? What sent you all the way out here?” I watched his attention fall to my wrists.

Sometimes strangers would rudely comment on the scars there. About the obvious evidence of being bound for a long period of time.

Now that I owned this company most suspected it was part of my owndepravity.

But occasionally, I would meet a person that didn’t think that.

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