Merger Outside The Boardroom

[Zade] 

"Pete, fucking say something. What did she say?" I insisted, gritting my teeth, digging my heels into the floor so as not to send someone out to hunt Kamilla down. 

Kevin and Pete met me in my office to do damage control. My friends were essentially the same person. Both utter morons. Fuck the childhood besties shit they were always throwing at me.

The only reason Kevin was my lawyer was because the smartass just so happened to work for the top law firm in the country. Pete's silver tongue could spin anything in your favor. So I hoped. As my head of PR, he was about to be a very busy man. 

Kamilla got dressed so fast I didn't have half a chance of detaining her. She had me feeling a little used despite this being my idea. My wounded ego was the least of my concerns this morning, however. 

The look on her face when she saw the rings on our fingers. There was no reason to play the part. She didn't know about our wedding until I told her. 

"Chill. You sound like a loner loser crushing on the popular chick. SexyKittenWrites69 (cute) says, 'I'm finding myself in a similar conundrum this morning. My advice? Do as I will. Make his life hell.' Hello, Mrs Zade Ryder. Take me now," Pete mouthed off. 

We created a fake account on her website to interact with Sexy Kitten Writes so as to smoke her out, just in case I was wrong and she did in fact deliberately trap me in a marriage. Turned out, this wasn't her fault after all. But if she didn't plan this…

"Kevin, she has no reason to lie to some random person on the internet. So Harvard Law, when did I sign it? When did she sign it? Be worth the damn fortune I pay you, damn it. I need fucking answers," I bellowed at him. 

"I just got word from the office. It's possible I might have accidentally slipped the paperwork for your marriage license to Sammy the snake into the sex contract. The marriage is legit," said Kevin, pocketing his phone with a shrug, like he didn't just ruin years of planning and get me married to a fucking Henderson of all things. 

"Kevin, you're fired. Pete, make the headlines go away," I said, pacing up and down behind my desk. 

What the fuck was I thinking? All the shit she wanted me to do to her went to my head. I acted like a depraved lunatic hard up for pussy. I was Zade Ryder, damn it. Any number of women could have done the job. That was the problem though. It wouldn't have been any other woman's fantasy. 

The idea of being the one she fantasized about fucking got me so damn horny I temporarily lost my mind. Endangering my entire empire in the process with that fucking penalty for breaching the contract. 

After reading the chapter, I studied it. Grew obsessed. Had to fuck her. Just the way she pictured it. When she signed on the dotted line, all I could think of was being inside her. 

Fuck if she wasn't exactly the intense fuck I knew she'd be. Virgin or not, she held her own. If she wanted to become a whore, she'd make a damn fine one.

I needed the screen in front of me as a reminder of the trouble I was in. My mind wouldn't stop making me relive last night. I couldn't remember shit except the fucking. That part I recalled vividly. Damn her cunt was tight. Warm. Soaked. She was sexy as fuck. Fucking Kamilla Henderson was my fantasy as much as I was hers. 

Had to remember I was staring down headlines about our marriage. The articles flooded the internet just hours after she bolted out the door of the hotel suite. 

"Henderson and Ryder: Merger Outside the Boardroom," Kevin read over my shoulder, coming up behind me moments after I sat down in an attempt to calm myself. "Damn Zay. No one dragged you to the altar. It could have been an innocent mistake on my part. Was her virgin pussy that good?" 

What I still didn't get was who presented the marriage license to the officiant, but that was a mystery for another day. 

"We didn't fuck until after the wedding. I thought I told you you were fired, " I spat out at Kevin, drumming my fingers on my desk. 

I didn't fucking have time for this shit. I had a hostile takeover to prepare for. A life to ruin. 

"Okay but you fire one or both of us at least once a day. Plus you need legal advice now more than ever if you're aiming for a quickie divorce," said Kevin, slapping his hands down on my shoulders. 

"Yeah, we're totally used to it. Over it. Don't care. Also your childhood besties," Pete said, grinning at me from across the room, where he had made himself comfortable on my office couch while scrolling on his phone. 

"You're not a divorce lawyer," I snapped back at Kevin, glaring at him over my shoulder. 

He lifted his hands off my shoulders and raised them in surrender. 

"Grumpy. I told you the mousy chick would be a lousy lay. I'm all over it. You have a meeting with the best guy at our firm in—" Kevin's loud mouth ranted off and I snapped. 

"That's my fucking wife you're talking about. Not another fucking word about what happened in that bed out of either of you," I thundered, wishing the words unsaid the moment they left my mouth. 

Dead silence fell in the room for thirty seconds before the idiots burst into laughter. 

"I stand corrected. That good huh?" Kevin mused. 

"You both know what this takeover means to me," I tried again, casting a sombre mood over the room this time. 

I was back on my feet, walking towards Pete, a scowl on my face. If it was the last thing I did on this earth, I was going to dismantle Henderson. Kamilla's admittedly sexy, round ass and tight pussy didn't change shit. Henderson didn't know the meaning of the word pain. Not yet. 

"Sorry Zay. She has you by the balls. That pesky breach of contract clause ties your hands. Something tells me your wife won't let you blackmail her a second time. She'll be ready for it if you try. Unless you have evidence that she's the one making these headlines appear, you can't prove breach of contract either," said Kevin, following me to the couch.

We looked down at Pete expectantly. 

"Oh me? My turn? I got nothing. Like Kev said, you don't have shit to hit back with. Not worth the risk of losing your billions. My advice? Man up and be a good husband until the takeover happens," said Pete all too gleefully, sitting up to make room for us. 

"Why did you do it? Add the clause? You don't have to be a genius to know it's a bad idea," a curious Kevin asked, making me smirk. 

"She's shit smart. Maybe even more than you. She wouldn't have said yes to anything less," I said, my smile turning into a scowl the moment I realized it was happening. 

Good pussy. Great pussy. But nothing more. Kamilla Henderson needed to remain a Henderson. She had no business carrying my name. Her bloodline would never taint mine.