Heather Moore 34 married fired from Phoenix anchor job after five years. My son’s ex-girlfriend a meteorologist at the same tv station called me about Heather. Heather focused on me as I sat behind the desk. She knew who this man was. She had never met me, but she knew exactly who I was. My name is John Malone and I’m the biggest Billionaire Business Tycoon Phoenix has ever known. People spoke of me in hushed tones and fear gripped business leaders each time a deal was made. I had connections, the type of connections that made me the most powerful and feared man in the city and state. As terrifying as my reputation was, it was the memory of a particular society page article that made her heart skip a beat. According to article, I had recently been seen with beautiful divorced and married women at social and charity events around the city. That I can make or break a career in broadcasting around the country, the shock of her discovery made her fingers lose their stiffness. The glass slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor. She expected it to shatter, but it simply clattered to the floor and rolled under the desk. The sight of my grim expression acted like an electroshock, igniting a flurry of memories that made her heart race with fear.

Heather is forcefully pulled away by me towards the door of my private elevator. She struggles to keep pace in her high heels as I swiftly move to the door. While waiting for it to arrive, she is startled by my mouth suddenly locking upon hers. This is no chaste kiss, my lips mash against hers and my tongue slips inside. It feels like a violation, having never kissed this way before, she moves her head backwards to be stopped by my hand holding her firm. My large hand holding her neck with my fingers laced in her hair, it hurts as I pull her in even deeper.
Responding in a way she hopes will please me, she gives over to the kiss hoping it will stop as soon as the elevator arrives. However, as the doors open, I keep possession of her lips and move them inside. Once there and the door closes, I press the executive button to the top floor and push her back against the wall. Never once do I break my hold or even seem to lose concentration with my exploration of her mouth. Alone, pushed up against the mirrored wall, Heather starts to panic slightly. If a simple kiss is hard to bare what would their meeting be like? With me this close to her, she feels the threatening bulge in my pants, she can even feel it throbbing as I continue to kiss her fiercely. Unsure of what to do with her hands she keeps them limply by her sides, thus allowing me free access to her body. Unreservedly, I move to grasp her tits through her blouse. Finally overcome with emotions, her hand comes up and slaps my face with as much force as she can. The sound echoes around the elevator and the realization of what she has done hits her with the reverberation. Slowly, looking into my eyes confirms her thoughts. She has just made the worst mistake of her life.

” Quite the swing, Heather! However that is no way to treat your new boss. I think it’s time you learn your new role in life. From now on you belong to me, this is no ‘partnership’, You’re mine to do with as I see fit. I own this city. One more outburst like that and I’ll have you blackballed from broadcasting. Which, coincidentally, I own many tv stations around the country.