It's her heart, it gave out two hours ago. I'm so sorry baby, Aunt Greta passed away
."
"But she was..." Jesse's voice gave out trying not to tear up.
"
I know sweetheart. I know. Why don't you come home, spend the night. Richard might not want you staying there anymore
." Jesse sighed. He knew his uncle would turn that mansion into a whore house as women came and went at all hours of the day. Then again, he wasn't expecting his aunt to leave anything for him in her will. Richard and his sister would probably get most of everything then the rest would be divided up among his aunt and mother and the rest of his older family members.
"Alright," Jesse said, trying to keep his tears at bay. Little did Jesse know that behind the scenes the moment that Greta's death was announced things were set into motion that were about to change Jesse's life forever.
******
A week later...
Jesse stood in the back of the drawing room that his Aunt's lawyer decided to use to read Greta's will due to the vast size of his family. It seemed to him everyone decided to show up in hopes of getting their hands on whatever they could from his aunt's fortune. A scowl formed on his lips as he listened to cousins, aunts, Richard's gold digging girlfriend of the month, along with all the rest, as they muttered what kind of money they could get from selling off what Greta had left them. How he
hated
listening to it! Jesse couldn't understand why they couldn't at least put aside their greed for a single week and grieve the loss of Greta.
"Now, if I can have everyone's attention," Greta's lawyer said sternly, as she peered over the rim of her glasses. The file containing Greta's will; the deeds for every property she and her company owned; the transfer papers of her CEO chair that she had commanded since her husband's death fifteen years ago all sat within that manila folder in her lap. "I will now read the last will and testament of Greta Stacy Anderson. To my family," she began to read, "your constant hounding for my wealth has not gone unnoticed. Your insatiable greed shall not be the down fall of so many. I will not allow you to drain my accounts, sell my house or what it contains." Jesse straightened up as he leaned against the wall as he noticed how his family were reacting knowing this wasn't how it was meant to go. Listening to the murmuring among his family and the looks of fear knowing they were about to lose out on millions, if not billions, of dollars. He on the other hand was enjoying watching his family members squirm at the thought of being left out of Greta's will. Watching how they all stopped -- namely Richard's money grubbing girlfriend; he had seen her look of horror at the thought of losing the chance to milk Richard for every cent. Jesse's eyes glanced up as Greta's lawyer cleared her throat causing the rest of them to quiet down.
"My son, you have shown me that you cannot keep that thing you call a penis in your pants." Jesse bit the inside of his cheek as a chuckle rolled through his family. Noticing how bright red Richard's face was getting. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how much you spend on your little hussies? Well, the days of me managing your trust fund are over. Time for you to live on what you have if you can't do that then there is no help for you." Jesse tried to keep his smile from showing as Greta listed off every grievance she had with whichever family member. "Now as to my vast wealth and all my holdings, properties, and business. I leave it all to my grandnephew Jesse Lyle Armstrong. He's the only one who deserves to inherit my wealth. The only one of you who never gave me trouble about some scheme you tried to play on me." No one was listening any more, all eyes were on him. It wasn't like he knew she was going to give it all to him.
"This is outrageous! My mother couldn't have left it all to Jesse!" Richard barked. Spittle flew as he leaped from his seat. It had to be mistake. His mother wouldn't have cut him off entirely.
"She certainly did," Greta's lawyer said, as she closed the folder once she placed the copy of the will she was ordered to execute into it.
"I will contest this! You have my word!" Richard growled as he looked at his nephew.
"That would be useless, Ms. Anderson was very clear in her wishes. That young man is her benefactor," she said, getting to her feet. "Any means to try and overturn Ms. Anderson's last wishes will be meet swiftly and vigorously by my firm," she said, her eyes bored into Richard's body. Daring him to spout off on how he was going to win when it was iron clad. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked through the mass of bodies towards her firm's new client. "Mr. Armstrong, on behalf of Morison and Patters, I would like to offer my condolences for your loss. As per her last wishes, I present you the keys to this manor," she said, holding out two keyrings one containing all the keys for the mansion and the set for the pool house. "Here's my card, also per her wish I shall be your personal lawyer for... anything that you might need," she said, knowing she had to keep him within the firm. Jesse was too big of a whale to lose. "You'll find everything you need within the folder. I shall come by tomorrow and bring the papers that you need to sign to make everything official," she said, gently placing her hand on his arm. "Again, you have my deepest sympathies."
"T-thanks," Jesse muttered. He just couldn't believe Greta had left him everything! He might have understood a million dollars or a couple, yet not nearly seven billion dollars as he stared down at all the accounts that were now his. He knew he could never spend all that money. The interest on it alone would cover pretty much anything that would fancy his whim at the moment.
"You're welcome, please call me Janice, I look forward working with you. I'll see myself out and let you grieve," Janice said, her light pink painted lips curved into a smile as she looked into his light blue eyes. She was willing to do anything, and she meant
anything
to keep Jesse as her client.
Jesse's head turned as he watched her ass swaying as she left the room. He had to admit she was indeed an attractive woman. He wondered why his aunt never mentioned her.
"Jesse? Did you know this was going to happen?" Darla asked, as she looked at her son as she rose from her seat. She knew she couldn't let him have control of all that money. She had to get her hands on at least some of it. She just had to find a way to worm her way into his wallet.
"What?! No! Why would I, I was just as shocked as you all," Jesse said, as he looked at his mother.
"I will get my money one way or another!" Richard growled as he dragged his girlfriend out behind him. If he had been paying attention Jesse would have seen how Richard's sugar baby (as they're called), was staring at him before Richard tugged her along.
"Jesse," Patricia said, as she rose from her chair. She knew her sister well enough to know that she was going to make a play for his money. She wasn't going to be the only one missing out on the millions she could get out of him. "You simply have to come to the country club with me and the girls. A man of your stature simply has to be seen with all the right people," she said, putting on airs as she stepped in front of her sister so his focus would be on her.
"Why? Don't you think it's a little too soon to be giddy after laying Aunt Greta to rest?" Jesse asked, as he stared at his aunt.
"Yes, of course it is Jesse, but I was thinking..."
"We," Darla said, pushing her sister out of the way. Feeling everyone's eyes on them as they watched the exchange. Seeing how her own husband was staring at her perplexingly. Frank had to know that she couldn't leave her son to his own devices. Who knows what or how much of Greta's fortune would be gone if she didn't keep an eye on her son. "Were thinking that, but not this week, that's just disrespectful," she said, shooting her sister a glance. "But maybe next week or the week after that you'd come join us at the club."
"Why? It's not like I've ever fit in there in the first place," Jesse stated as he crossed his arms.
"I know son," Frank said, getting to his feet. Finally realizing what his wife was trying to do. While he wasn't for it, but his son -- at least to him -- was faulty and didn't know the meaning of being rich, or in his son's case, now filthy rich. Jesse needed their guiding hand so they could ensure they were always taken care of even if this went the way he thought it would go. If he and the rest of them could worm a few million here and there out of Jesse's hands he was willing to share his wife if that's what it took. If the way Darla had looked at their son was any indication of what she wanted to do. "Yet since you are now the CEO of Greta's and Bill's aerospace company while not officially yet, still going to the country club will do wonders for your company."
"How?!" Jesse asked, perplexed. Trying not to show how freaked out he was at the thought of running an aerospace company. He knew nothing about it. Sure he had a degree in business, yet to actually put it into practice was another thing altogether.
"Do you know who attends the club?" Frank asked, arching an eyebrow. "About every business owner within a fifty mile radius of the city," he said, when his son had a blank look on his face.
"And," Patricia said, cutting back in. "You'll need someone, namely me," shooting her sister a look, "to introduce you to all these people that will and can be a benefit to you," she said, wishing she had worn a much tighter dress to show off her 36D breasts and her curvaceous body.
"Uh-huh," Jesse said, trying to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Turning his head as his second cousin came bounding up to him. Her youthful, thus perky, 38C breasts bounced in her high priced cardigan sweater. Her skin tight slacks hugged her thighs as the sound of her heels resounded on the hardwood floor.
"Jesse," Brianna (or Bree as she was called within the family), said as she stood at Jesse's side. The tips of her brunette, feathered hair brushed along her shoulders as she looked up at Jesse. Her light tanned skin glistened in the light of the room. Standing just shy of five feet she was the shortest in her family. "Maybe you could use a personal assistant?!" she asked, her brown eyes shown with hopefulness. She knew if she could work for him, one: it would give her the cash she needed for college, two: it would give her a way to worm her way into his good side, and it was something her mother, Jesse's first cousin -- Richard's very younger sister by ten years, wanted. She knew how irate her mother was, not as much if her uncle had inherited her grandmother's wealth. It wasn't a secret that Uncle Richard would have squandered her grandmother's fortune. Plus she knew how much her mother needed it, given how her uncle had swindled her mother out of most of her trust fund on some scheme of his. It also wasn't a secret that Richard liked the playboy life that her grandmother provided him. Yet Brianna just couldn't understand why she had left everything to Jesse. "You know I would make a great assistant for you," Brianna said, smiling warmly at him. "Plus, I could use the money for when I start college," she said, in a small voice as she stared at the tops of her feet. Other than Jesse they were the only ones who knew what it was like to live like everyone else.
"I... guess... that could work," Jesse muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You won't regret this!" Brianna shouted joyfully as she threw her arms around her cousin. Pressing her breasts tightly against Jesse's groin. Something she had purposely done knowing the softness of them would ignite his manhood. She knew it was wrong to do this to Jesse. Knew it was morally wrong to offer her body to him if it came to that. Yet, if she could help her mother, and herself, on just getting a fraction of a percent of the money Jesse now has it was worth it. She was tired of seeing her mother struggling to make ends meet since her father never sent child support when he ran off when she was eight.
"Right," Jesse said, drawing out the word as he patted his cousin's back. "Come by next week and we'll sort everything out."
"Sure thing! I'll be here bright and early on Monday!" Brianna said, with a broad smile.
