The game begins

"You incompetent fool," Alexander Mason thundered, causing his secretary to flinch. He just flew back from Paris; he went on a business trip. He was now at his penthouse, standing behind the desk in his office. His jaw clenched as he glared at the man standing in front of him. "Explain to me why I am just finding out about Thomas Williams passing," he spat and threw the newspaper carrying Thomas's death news at him.

Justin, his secretary, shifted uncomfortably, his arm clutched behind his back and his eyes pinned on the floor. Justin was efficient and precise; in fact, he was everything Alexander demanded in an assistant, but he was not immune to his wrath.

Alexander was feared by everyone. Being the most influential and one of the wealthiest billionaires in Los Angeles, he was quite ruthless. He was relentless in pursuit of wealth and power, without fear of any obstacle.

His physical appearance was intimidating as well; Standing at about six feet two inches tall, with a toned and athletic built physique.

His piercing gray eyes seemed to bore into those he met, while his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders exuded raw power.

His perfectly tailored suit, expensive cologne and luxury watch only added to his intimidating aura, making others instinctively step back.

"You specifically told me," Justin began, choosing his words carefully, "to report only strictly business-related matters while you were in Paris. You did not want distractions".

Alexander slammed his hands, and Justin flinched again. "Bullshit, Justin. Thomas William's death is business for fuck's sake. Or did you forget he owes me millions in unpaid loans?"

Alexander Mason was the CEO of Sterling Banking Corporation, a finance and banking multinational conglomerate.

The twenty eight year old billionaire was able to expand his business, which had branches in Paris, Tokyo and Dubai.

Justin stiffened but does not back down entirely. "I'm sorry, sir. I prioritized the merger details because you said... "

"I said not to let anything slip through the cracks, you moron," Alexander interrupted, his voice growing colder. "Now tell me, did you get him to sign the fucking deal before he croaked or not?"

Justin hesitated, the pause just long enough to make Alexander's expression darken further.

Alexander had come up with a deal, a deal that Thomas would give him one of his daughters in exchange for the unpaid loan with lots of accumulated interest. Thomas had hesitated as Alexander's secretary handed him the documents, requesting he needed some time to think about it. Whereas he never had the intention of giving him any of his daughters, knowing how arrogant and ruthless he was.

"He did not sign, sir," Justin finally admitted, taking a few steps back. "Mr. Williams was hesitant, even though the terms were clear".

Alexander folded his arms and leaned back, his piercing gaze narrowing. "Hesitant," he repeated as though the world itself was a personal insult.

Alexander had expected Thomas to eagerly accept his proposal; to him, he was bestowing a great honor by wanting to marry one of his daughters. And learning he was hesitant sounded like a joke to his ears.

"Yes," Justin replied, meeting Alexander's gaze. "He later refused, saying he would not let any of them end up with a ruthless_"

"A ruthless what?" Alexander snapped, cutting him off.

Justin swallowed. "A ruthless man like you, sir. Those were his exact words".

The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. Alexander's jaw tightened, his hands curling into a fist.

He never liked Thomas Williams, too much sentiment, too much pride for a man drowning in debt. But that final act of defiance? It was pathetic.

"He would not protect his family's future," Alexander said coldly, "but he would rather take a moral stand against me." He scoffed. "Typical. And now he is dead, leaving his daughters to clean up his mess".

"There is an alternative," Justin interjected cautiously, adjusting his tie under Alexander's scrutiny.

Alexander's eyebrow twitched. "What are you getting at?

"There's an invitation," Justin explained, "from the Williams group.

A gala marking the hotel's anniversary was sent four days ago. Both of his daughters will be there; I believe it is an opportunity..."

Alexander scoffed, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Opportunity, huh? He cut him off. "Let me guess, you are about to suggest I make nice with the grieving daughters and see which one is dumb enough to fall for it?

Justin did not flinch, though his voice softened, "You have expressed interest in expanding... your legacy. One of the Williams daughters could secure your leverage and give you the heir you have been discussing".

Alex smirked, though there was no humor in it. "Let's make one thing clear. I do not make nice. If I want something, I take it. And if I decide to take a Williams' daughter, she would not have a fucking choice!

Later that evening, Alexander sat on the couch in the VIP booth at a club, his usual haunt in the heart of the city. He shut his eyes as he enjoyed the hot feeling of vodka burning down his throat.

The thumping beats from the DJ set the mood just right. Exactly what he needed.

The club owner, a wiry man, approached him with his signature grin, a mix of deference and cunning.

"Alex, my man" He said, patting him on the shoulder. "Look who's back. What can I do for you tonight?

"The usual, Marco" Alexander replied

"And make sure the girl is clean" He added, taking a slow drag from his cigar.

Marco chuckled, motioning to one of his staff. "Already taken care of. You know I don't bring you anything subpar" He winked at him.

Alex smirked, his eyes cold "Good, I would hate to think your standards were slipping"

A few moments later, a tall curvy blonde approached the booth. She was dressed in a tight black dress that stopped above her thighs, with an opening at the chest that revealed part of her cleavages. "Oh my gosh, Alex!! She squealed, beaming in excitement as she noticed him. "I have heard a lot about you" she purred, taking a seat next to him in the booth.

Alexander did not look at her as he took another drag from his cigar "I am sure you have" He replied, a slight frown creasing on his forehead, feeling slightly irritated.

She crossed her legs so that her thighs are more exposed and reached for his tie, her fingers lingering on the silk.

"You do not seem like the kind of man who plays nice."

"I'm not," he replied bluntly, finally turning to face her. His gaze swept over her body, taking it in. His eyes grew darker as they rested on her bare boobs, which looked like they would pop out in a second. He felt his dick twitch in his pants as his gaze remained fixed on them. How he loves big boobs, they tend to turn him on instantly.

Alexander stood up, motioned for her to follow him to one of the private rooms upstairs, and she did, beaming with smiles as she trailed after him, loving the effect she had on him.

The room was dimly lit, the bed draped in dark cotton sheets.

Alexander poured himself another shot of vodka and took a seat on the comfy couch in the opposite end of the room.

"Undress" he ordered, picking up a cigarette stick and lighting it.

The blonde did as she was told and sat on the edge of the bed. Alexander leaned back into his chair, his nose wrinkled in disgust as he stared at her boobs disdainfully.

They didn't seem alluring and inviting as earlier; they were large but saggy. And he hated that. That alone was enough to set him off the mood.

The blonde, unaware of what was happening, spread out her legs and began finger fucking herself. She moaned loudly, fondling her boobs, pulling hard on both nipples with her left hand, increasing her pace with her gaze fixed on him.

Licking her lips seductively, she increased her pace even more, as she thought he was actually enjoying the show as his gaze remained on her.

Alexander, on the other hand, did not move. Never would he have anything to do with a woman with saggy boobs.

"But a blow job wouldn't hurt though" He thought, narrowing his gaze as he puffed out the cigar smoke.

With that, he beckoned her, and she walked towards him, swaying her hips, her gaze not leaving his.

"Get down" he commanded and she did, squatting in front of him. He placed her hand on the waistline of his pants, and she smiled naughtily, understanding the message.

She helped in pulling down the pants to his knee level, followed by his boxer's brief. She couldn't help but gasp as his erection sprang out. It was so thick.

Moving down, she rubbed on the tip with her thumb and pushed him deep into her mouth.

"Fuck" Alexander groaned, shutting his eyes, feeling the warm moisture of her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the tip, biting it slowly.

Alexander flexed and raised his hips, the sensation shooting through his body.

She pushed him deeper into her mouth, sucking hard.

He gripped her hair tight in a fist and started to move, groaning. She sucked harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling her tongue around.

"Fuck, I'm coming" He cried out minutes later and stilled, his warm, salty liquid oozed down her throat and she gulped it down quickly. She sat back and watched him as he tried to catch his breath, a triumphant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Soon, she was over him again, caressing him all over, her lips grazing his neck. "Get off me" Alexander growled suddenly, shoving her aside. She blinked in shock "Wh…. What's wrong?

"Just get the hell out of here" he snapped, his tone cold enough to make her flinch.

The blonde scoffed, her eyes narrowing "You're a real piece of work, you know that?

With that, she grabbed her things and stormed out after picking the wads of cash he threw at her, muttering curses underneath her breath.

Alexander did not care as he was used to them storming out angrily. He cared less about their feelings, to him they were just some piece of commodity that could be bought with money. He heaved a deep sigh and leaned back into the couch, looking straight ahead.

Several thoughts ran through his head. His mind gradually drifted to the conversation he had with his secretary earlier.

"The mansion!" he exclaimed as he suddenly remembered. Mr. Thomas had used the family mansion as collateral and he actually orgot that.

"Hmmmm, the mansion or a daughter" he thought,

The mansion would be the easy choice, the clean choice. But Alexander had never been one for easy.

"The mansion would be sold off, forgotten in a decade but a daughter, a legacy tied to mine and she would birth my heir" He thought.

"I'll take the daughter", He murmured to himself, a grim smile forming on his lips. "She'll pay off her father's debt, one way or the other"

"Sorry, Thomas but you don't get to keep them out of my reach. Not anymore" He smirked, his eyes glinting with ruthless determination. The game had begun and Alexander Mason never lost.