Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 119

Helen nodded again, taking a deep breath before continuing, "That's not all. Marcus, Colin Jr. also had two children by his wife."

I didn't bother saying it that time. I ran my fingers through my hair and started pacing. In the space of a single conversation, the size of my family had doubled. I wasn't sure how to feel. How was someone supposed to mourn the death of someone you weren't even aware of when they died? What about the rest of the family? Did they know all this? Were they even aware that my grandfather was dead? Did they care? Why hadn't I seen them? Did they even know I existed?

"I see the look on your face," Helen said. "Don't get your hopes up. From what I understand, they absolutely despise you."

That stopped me in my tracks. I turned to look at Helen. "What? Why?"

"Because you inherited everything."

"But why?"

"I don't know," Helen sald, standing up from the couch. "I don't know the details, but Colin thought his children were all spoiled brats, and his grandchildren were just as bad. He hated them. He cut everyone off a year ago."

"Because he was such a man of character," I quipped.

"Good men rarely build empires, boss," Erin said.

"He could be a hell of a bastard," Chloe said.

"How much of this did you know?" I asked Chloe

"Nothing," she admitted. "I came on less than a year ago, so all the family drama was over. I always found it strange that he never met with family or anything"

What did that mean? Were they all rotten apples from the same rotten tree, or did the hatred of a bad man mean they were the virtuous ones?

"Holy shit, this is a lot," I said, pausing from my pacing. I turned to look at Helen again. "He just gave it all to a grandson he didn't know? What the fuck? Why?"

"That," Helen said, "is the billion-dollar question."

Helen and I held each other's gaze for what felt like a full minute as I thought over everything she told me. For once, I didn't get the sense she was withholding anything or trying to subtly influence me. All I felt was open honesty.

Minutes passed in silence as the three women watched me with pensive stares. Finally, Erin spoke up, "Marcus? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just a lot," I said.

I mulled over all this new information, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on my shoulders. Without Colin Gerrard at the helm, there were power vacuums that left room for a lot of people to take advantage of a tenuous situation. What could I do about it? Until nearly two weeks ago, I was just a simple financial analyst.

"Will World War III start tomorrow because of all this?"

Helen chuckled at my question. "No. There's enough contention over Maddox that the board won't be able to muster the votes to make her CEO tomorrow or anything, especially since you have the largest shares out of anyone."

That was good to know. After two weeks of being a billionaire, I was tired as hell. All I wanted to do was get away for a few days, unwind, and collect myself.

"Good. We have a meeting with Chandler and that Pl later. Maybe we can get Chandler to keep the hounds at bay while we get the PI to get me more information.

"What kind of information are you looking for?" Helen asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "The PI said he has some good info about my apartment. That has to be related to the guy I met in the bathroom earlier, and that has to have some connection to my grandpa's death. All we can do is wait and see what he has to say, then, maybe we'll have a better idea of how to move forward."

In the meantime, I'm skipping town while I'm still standing," I said, glancing at Erin, who smiled, seemingly pleased with my decision.

"Okay," I finally said, "if you think it's really that important for safety, I guess I'll buy it."

"Buy it?" Helen asked.

"The plane," I clarified.

Helen smiled at me. "That's Good. We can start the paperwork now. I don't think it'll be ready until tomorrow, though."

"That's fine," I said, feeling good about my decision despite the heavy shit I'd just learned about my uncle murdering my father and my family hating me.

"Where are we going?" Chloe asked.

"Vegas. I've never been and hear it's a good place to spend money."

"Well, hold on," Erin said, walking toward me. "I told Sam you needed the full experience before making your decision." Reaching me, she placed her hands on my chest and shoved me hard. Not expecting it, I stumbled back until my legs hit the couch and dropped firmly back on it. Erin hiked her skirt around her waist, exposing her completely shaven pussy to all three of us. She straddled my lap and reached up to unfasten the buttons of her shirt as she settled her near-negligible weight on me.

"Hours in the air," she said, her voice suddenly low and soft. "What do you think you'll do to pass the time?"

"That's my cue," Chloe said. I glanced over at her as she turned to go, but not before noticing her dark eyes checking out my assistant's cute rear end. She shut the door behind her, leaving me alone with the other two women.

Erin placed her fingers on my jaw and guided my gaze back to her; she'd fully unbuttoned her shirt so I could see the lacy, dark red bra underneath. It was a good color on her golden complexion.

"Give it time," she said in a hushed tone. "We'll get her."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I whispered back, unable to stop myself from smiling at Erin's evil implications.

"Of course you don't," Erin said. Helen stepped behind her and slid her hands down the younger woman's chest, fingers invading the moderate cleavage her small breasts afforded her. They then traveled back up, caught the edges of Erin's shirt, and slipped them off her shoulders, leaving her chest bare save the little red bra. Helen bent down and kissed along Erin's trapezius muscle and up the side of her neck, her blue eyes watching me.

Erin's fingers drifted along my face, tracing light patterns on my cheek. She ran her slender thumb over my lips. "You're telling me you haven't noticed the way her ass fills out those pants?"