IAN
2 years later
Man, that Strategic Management Final was murder. My last undergraduate class before graduation. I know that I aced it. The class took up a lot of my free time this semester. I didn't even have time to find a girl this term, so I was stuck with Penelope. She was old money. I think her ancestors was on the Mayflower or something. I was surprised that she even gave me the time of day. But like Dad always says, 'Son, old money respects new money, especially when old money is millions and new money is billions.'
Every single man has an old faithful. Penelope was mine. We dated each other sporadically from freshman year, but primarily, we just fucked. We had an unspoken agreement that when we were not fucking someone else, we could always go to each other. Senior year, my schedule was packed. I have a double major in business administration and finance, preparing myself to attend Wharton in the fall.
As a result, I did not waste moments of my life finding a female to take care of my needs. Penelope stepped right in, as her schedule demanded she focus on her education as well. Given that we dedicated ourselves to our studies, we became somewhat exclusive, by circumstance, not decision. Penelope's free spirit evolved into clinginess, and she thought we were headed toward marriage. Wherever did she get that idea?
As I stated, my last final, got me wound up. So I needed to release some tension. I fucked the shit out of Penelope. I did everything I could to wear that pussy out. I fingered it, I ate it and I put my dick so deep in it, she almost passed out when she came after orgasm number three. She, in turn, sucked my dick so thoroughly, I thought that she would pull the tip off. This girl craved head. I'm glad she fell asleep, maybe I can get a little work done.
Now that I'm relaxed, I have to review RR3's quarterly reports to discuss with Dad and the Board of Directors. The Board also consisted of my two uncles and some of his old cronies, so I had to be ready for the questions that they will throw at me. They all wanted responsibility for my grooming as future CEO, and they showed me no mercy as they were all self made men themselves, and didn't want a spoiled dumbass for the job.
Before I started, I also saw that Lillian's and Olivia's security reports were in the correspondence packet I received. Dad stopped receiving the reports, because he trusted me to let him know if anything harmful to the girls were in them. Old Lil's accepted at Harvard Law. I didn't doubt one minute that she wouldn't get in. Ummm, I also see that she now dating Chauncey Wilberforce. I never saw that coming. The details of the relationship was not noted as I lightened up her security as Dad requested on our 21st birthday. He told me to also reduce Olivia's as well on her 21st birthday, but I didn't. I wanted to know everything my future wife was doing.
I saw that she dumped her last boyfriend, David Mitchell. Good girl. That motherfucker was telling his buddies on campus that he was going to dump her when she gave him some ass, according to her security team's last report. Little did that punk know, that ass and pussy belonged to me. What else? Oh, she's graduating magna cum laude, like Lillian and I , in Non Profit Management, and Accounting. Yep, Wharton Business School is also expecting her in the Fall. Looks like we are all on track. Lillian will handle the Legal Division, Olivia will chair our corporate foundation, and I'm training to be CEO, and overseeing our Venture Capital Division.
What else is going on with her? She still taking her yoga classes. Nothing new there, she started when she first moved in with us to help her concentrate and relax by Mom's insistence. What the hell is this? Private pole-dancing classes. Why the fuck is she taking pole-dancing classes? Trips to sex shops, too. What the hell?!!? Okay, okay, she's fucking with me. She has to know that I am reading about her activities.
While I was finishing up the report, the leggy blonde in my bed was trying to get my attention by pouting. Doesn't she know by now that whining is one of my pet peeves?
"I-I-I-annnnnn, baby, graduation is almost here. You know how much I love you, don't you?. When are you going to ask me to marrr-yyyyy you?"
Here she go again with this shit. I ignored her question, because I had told her from the beginning of our on again off again relationship that I was not available for marriage. I did not explained to her, however, that my wife was chosen by my parents when I was sixteen. If I didn't marry Olivia, I would lose my inheritance. As much as Penelope professed her love and devotion for me (we both cheated, thus the multiple breakups), we both knew that she wouldn't stay ten minutes if I was broke.
