Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Ivy’s pov

”No,” I choked out, quickly denying it. ”Whatever it is, It’s not real. It’s edited. It’s a lie, Jake-”

Jake went silent on the other end for a few seconds before he spoke, his voice dripping with condescending amusement. ”What are you talking about? The date of the handover isn’t edited. I was right there when Dad ordered his secretary to upload it.”

My eyes widened, wait a minute. The blackmailer, the picture, it all evaporated, replaced by a single, terrifying thought. ”Did you just say...the date of the handover? Father has... he chose a date when the decision will be made?”

”Are you slow in the head today?” Jake scoffed. ”Yes. There’s a board meeting on July fifteenth. That’s five months and fourteen days from now. That’s when the great and powerful Felix Kingsley will finally choose his heir. Me, his precious son, or you.”

A bitter, humorless laugh escaped my lips. ”The only way you’re getting that company is if I’m dead.”

”Be careful what you wish for, Harps,”

”Don’t call me that,” I hissed, my fingers tightening around the phone.

”Currently, I’m on my way to the airport,” he ranted smugly.

”I’m heading to the Berlin branch. The one that’s been losing money for the last two years. I’m going to raise the profit margin by fifteen percent.”

I gasped, the air stolen from my lungs. ”That was my proposal! My proposal from the board meeting last year! Jake, did you fucking steal my proposal?”

His laughter was a sharp, ugly bark in my ear. ”I did. Thanks for the plan, by the way. It was so easy to lift from your office. It’s a solid plan. While you’re playing housekeeper and getting nothing useful from the Knight brothers, I’ll actually be helping the company by using the plans you were too weak to execute yourself.”

”You won’t get away with this,” I seethed, my left hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought my bones would snap.

”Oh, I think I will,” he purred. ”May the best child win, big sis.”

The line went dead.

A raw, guttural scream tore from my throat. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, once, twice, three times, the horn blaring with each impact.

He stole it. He stole my work, my one chance to prove I was more than useful to Dad, that I could make up for all my sins, my failures, everything! That asshat was going to use it to win.

I spat the strands of hair that had fallen across my face, my chest heaving. ”Calm down,” I breathed raggedly. ”Calm the fuck down, Harper Ivy. You’ve got this.”

This wasn’t a game of chance anymore. This was about my survival. The only way I could surpass Jake, the only way I could prove my worth to our father, was to destroy the Knights before they destroyed my father. I would get that ledger. I had to. This week, unfailingly.

***

”Jesus christ, chica, slow down!” Donna gasped as I breezed past the kitchen door with my cleaning cart, sweat pooling down my neck, drenching my uniform.

It was barely eleven in the morning and I was like a whirlwind, trying to get all my work for the day done before twelve so I could have enough time to get into Gideon’s study.

”Ivy?” Donna called from the door behind me as I barrelled down the hallway. ”Are you on drugs or something? You need to slow down and breathe!”

”I’m fine, Donna!” I yelled back at her, hopping into the next room to clean it with a vicious speed that left every surface spotless.

My nerves were frayed to the breaking point. I was under so much strain I could barely think, my mind was like a ticking clock counting down to July fifteenth.

”Get the ledger. Get the ledger. Get the freaking-” I stopped in my tracks when I turned down the corner to see the door to Gideon’s study, my arch nemesis was slightly opened.

Crap, I thought he went out along with his annoying brothers? Why was he still around? I sucked air through my teeth, ready to walk past the door when I heard it.

A wet, sucking sound.

A very suspiciously sounding moan. It couldn’t be what I was thinking right? Nah, Gideon Knight unlike his brothers was as holy as a fucking priest.

I left the cleaning cart and crept closer to the door, peering through the crack.

The sight before me burned itself into my retinas. Gideon was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room.

His massive body looking like it would swallow all the space. His shoulders leaned against the back of the chair, head cocked to the side.

And of course, he was wearing a suit. If I hadn’t seen him while he was sleeping, I would assume he wore a suit to bed but the stiff brooding man slept naked. It was like two extremes, he was either wearing a suit or nothing at all.

The lights from the study fell across his sculpted face. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching along its edge, sapphire blue eyes staring down intensely as he raised his hand.

My gaze followed the length of his arm, down past the dark fabric of his suit, to where his fingers ended.

And then I saw her.

At his feet was a blonde woman with the most humongous tits I had ever seen on a slim frame was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back with some red scarf. The leather skirt she had on, molded her pert little ass tightly, almost sliding off to reveal them and her head was...

”Oh,” I whispered, biting back a gasp as my knees buckled, watching her head bobbing in his lap, her lips stretched obscenely around his massive, erect cock. Gideon’s hand was fisted in her hair, a grim look on his face as he watched her.

Her cheeks hollowed as her head moved, and the shocking, obscene sight of her lips, stretched wide and impossibly red, wrapped around the thick, rigid shaft of his cock had my thighs trembling and clamping together.