Chapter 77: Chapter 77

"Damn, am I really going to have to wait all night to get you out of that dress?"

With a growl of desire, Logan watched his wife smirk at him in the mirror's reflection as she adjusted the satiny fabric of her mint green dress at her hips, making his cock harden just at the thought of sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of hers. Generous thighs plunging into her hot pussy as he caressed the succulent curves of her body that three pregnancies had only accentuated.

- Did you really like it? - looking finally satisfied with her reflection, Missy turned to face him, slowly turning to show him the long dress with thick straps that hugged her body, making the soft lace part covered with small stones that wrapped her bust shine in the light of the bedroom, as well as the modest lace stripe that ran down the fabric at her thigh, hiding the slit opening of the dress, which discreetly revealed the skin of her ankle whenever she moved.

- God, you look beautiful. - Logan closed the space that separated them, wrapping his hands around her ass so he could pull her to him and kiss her exposed neck, inhaling the floral scent of her perfume - Beautiful in a way that makes me want to skip this party and fuck you in front of that mirror.

- Oh, but we'll do it. - she gave him that beautiful smile, which was a perfect mix of depravity and animation, and always ignited the flame of desire within him - Maybe I can't stop going to the party for contractual reasons, but you'll definitely do a lot more dirty things with me in this room for the next few days. - she promised lasciviously, initiating a deep kiss full of veiled promises between them, which was only interrupted when a knock sounded on the bedroom door - Oh, it must be the nanny the hotel said it would send. She had great references.

- Excellent. I'll get our coats while you talk to her a little bit about the kids, okay? - with a last kiss on his soft lips, Logan walked calmly to the closet on the other side of the huge room, seeing at a glance a nice-looking lady enter the room accompanied by Missy, who took her to the other room of the suite, where they were the two huge double beds where the children were already asleep. Finally, when he was completely ready, waiting for his wife by the door, Missy left the children's room, looking like she had left the nanny there, as she laughed.

- Mrs. Crawford is a sweetheart. The children really are in excellent hands. - she praised, making him feel more confident too - Let's go? - With a happy smile, Missy accepted the arm he offered her and, together, they left towards the party, taking the elevator down several floors of the hotel until they reached the immense and refined ballroom filled with several great investors and tycoons of the technology.

Chest swelled with pride, Logan watched as everyone around him began to come forward to greet Missy as soon as she put her first foot on the marble floor, looking almost fascinated. With a passionate smile, he also just concentrated on admiring his wife becoming shy with all the praise, while all the big business people always found a way to try to invite her to a new project, being disappointed when she informed them that she was going to enter one. sabbatical period. Finally, it was only after more than an hour of greetings that he and Missy were able to sit down at one of the tables, while the waiters began to walk around the room, with drinks and canapés on their trays.

- So, Melissa, is there really no possibility that we can convince you to be part of the development of the new security software for our branch in Japan? - one of the directors of the company, a burly and smiling gentleman, asked hopefully.

- I thank you again, Mr. Montenegro, but I really... - Missy had started again, for the millionth time that night, to apologize for having to refuse his offer, when an unpleasant voice, very familiar to them, interrupted them.

- Champagne, gentlemen? Our manager sent, on the house, a special bottle for the evening's honoree and... - irritated, Logan craned his neck to see Newton with a bottle on the tray, looking solemn as he spoke, until his eyes landed on Missy and the color completely drained from her face – And…

- Oh, how thoughtful of Mr. Ramzi. - Mr. Montenegro praised, seeming not to have noticed Liam's horrified reaction as Missy stared at him, unperturbed - But we still don't know what drink you prefer, Mrs. Knight. Would you like to order something else? After all, I'm sure Mr. Ramzi wouldn't mind securing another drink that's more to his liking, as she's the evening's honoree.

- Oh no. Champagne is fine, thank you very much. - Missy assured for everyone on the table, as Liam straightened up, now looking like he was trying to contain his anger.

- I was instructed to ensure that everything on the menu could be to your liking, Mrs. Knight. - Liam muttered under his breath, seeming to be making an effort to be friendly, and Logan couldn't help but feel an evil satisfaction when he realized how uncomfortable he was with having to be forced to fawn over Missy, for the sake of his job - So, please , do not hesitate to ask me, whatever it is.

- I appreciate it, but I'm fine, I guarantee it. -Missy dismissed him categorically, while Logan opened a discreet mocking smile in Liam's direction, who seemed to get even more disgusted as he started to speak, as he turned to leave.

- Well, if neither of you needs anything else, then...

- I would like a glass of Domaine Leroy wine from the 1996 vintage, accompanied by a bottle of Hine Talent cognac. - containing a snarl, Logan turned to see Suzan stop beside the table, arm in arm with a young man with a blond topknot, blue eyes that were obviously contact lenses and a pompous posture that quickly opened a flirtatious smile for everyone, while Foster he threw a stern and superior look at Liam, who swallowed hard - And don't you dare bring a cup that isn't legitimate titanic crystal again, understand? Come on, what are you waiting for, you useless? Quick, I'm waiting! - she snapped her fingers, authoritatively, while Liam had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, visibly tense with hatred, and turn around, walking away from them with apparent anger.

- Mr. Montengo, Mr. Tyree, Ms. Kobayashi... - Foster's companion's artificial eyes lit up as soon as he saw Missy, which made a shock of fury run through Logan's spine, leaving his muscles tense - What a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Knight. I confess I couldn't stop thinking about the edifying conversation we had that afternoon. Could we sit down?

-Oh, well...- Clearly uncomfortable, Missy exchanged glances with everyone at the table, as she discreetly squeezed Logan's hand under the table, seeming to feel the tension emanating from him - Would you gentlemen mind?

- Oh, no, of course not... - Ms. Kobayashi, a young Japanese woman with raven hair and a shrewd appearance, raised an eyebrow as she watched Suzan and her companion sit in the empty chairs at the round table, seeming to be trying to remember something – I remember hearing him talk about his projects. and the investments you wanted, Mr. Reed, but I confess that I don't remember what his references were exactly. What company did you used to work for?

- Oh, Miss. Kobayashi, don't worry. It is certainly not customary to keep the name of the former prodigy developer of the competing company. - he gave a charismatic wink, which made all the businessmen at the table laugh - A pity that my visit there bore so little fruit. I lost my life's work and any credits they promised me. - Mr. Reed gave a rather saddened sigh – So I'm flattered to be here today, being able to present my projects to big names like you and, of course, reveal some interesting things about my former company, if you know what I mean. - he again gave one of those gallant and plastic smiles, the purely false type that Logan had seen a lot during his years as a model - Especially when dealing with a person as relevant in the market as Stra. Knight...

- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...

- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't enough homage to a unique intellect like hers...

- What? - Suzan roared softly, stunned and enraged, while Liam returned to the table, with her request on a tray - Is this party for her...?

- Suzie, my dear... - Mr. Reed turned to her, his tone honeyed that, to Logan's ears, sounded very more like a warning – The drinks have arrived. Why not try them out? I'd hate for you to be disappointed again, if they come mixed up. - the man easily took his attention away from Foster's livid and irritated face, who looked up at Liam, whose victory smile was very poorly disguised.

- Your drinks, madam. - he announced, full of haughtiness.

- Bring it here, you good-for-nothing! - Foster roared softly and, as Newton approached the table to serve it, Logan could swear he noticed a soft movement near Suzan's foot, before Liam fell to the floor along with the drinks, apparently having tripped.

- Oh, what a tragedy... - Mr. Reed wailed as Newton, wholly pale with horror, hurried to his feet and began wiping the expensive brew off the floor with the linen cloth he carried over his arm, while Suzan watched him with a satisfied smile. , Stra. Knight, about your interest in my projects... - the man quickly ignored all the commotion of horrified waiters that formed around Liam, focusing completely on Missy again, who immediately cut him off.

- It's Mrs. Knight, actually, Mr. Reed. By the way, it is a great pleasure to introduce you both to my husband, Logan Knight. - she gave him a loving smile, again squeezing his hand affectionately under the table, before returning to face that man with an empty expression - As for our conversation, Mr. Reed, I think you forgot, but I made it clear that I have no interest in investing in your projects. You speak very eloquently of their profit potential, but it is difficult to talk about the future of something that has not been seen in detail. Especially since you had forgotten your official references, with the certificates of your old contracts, remember? We discussed all that based solely on what you said on your personal resume and...

- Well, Mrs. Knight, but what is the need for so much bureaucracy? - he interrupted her with another one of those seductive smiles, the kind that Logan knew was usually millimetrically planned to disarm people, which only made him more suspicious - Didn't I show you the studies of the percentages of profits that you will have if you invest? Mr. Tyree has even guaranteed me a generous amount because she knows I'm a serious man, doesn't she?

- Oh, yes, of course... - the old man smiled innocently - They were really quite impressive numbers...

- I agree they were. - Missy spoke kindly, gaining the attention of the entire table again - I'm just saying that they are just prospects for future revenue, not certainties. Don't get me wrong. I'm a big fan of new talent with big ideas, Mr. Reed. But I think investment proposals like yours require a little more caution, even for your own protection. I mean, you spoke in passing about your project, but important details are still missing, such as the specific programs that would have to be used, an indication of how much of the budget would be allocated to pay the appropriate professionals...

- Well, Mrs. Knight... - perhaps it was imperceptible to the others, unused to skilled actors disguising expressions, but the tension in Mr. Knight's smile. Reed made it very clear to Logan – Why would I bring so many details to a meeting as punctual as ours? Surely I would have spent hours in my room organizing everything before presenting...

- Oh, so you mean you brought the detailed plans of your project to the hotel? - Just by the slight narrowing in Missy's eyes, Logan knew that she wasn't insisting on that subject for nothing - How timely! I'm sure we'd all love to see you now, as we didn't have the opportunity this afternoon...

- Well, Mrs. Knight, who would want to see that during a party? - Mr. Reed laughed heartily, in a thinly veiled attempt to discredit her that almost drew a loud growl from Logan – After all, they are just irrelevant details that brilliant minds like you can certainly figure out on your own, taking into account the size of my project .. .

- Allow me to disagree, Mr. Reed. - Logan took the line, raising an eyebrow – But, being director of a model and actor agency, I can say that content is the soul of success. Good looks from the outside and big promises generally never ensure that a model will perform well, unlike references from his past work and proper performance tests. - he made a point of casting a glance at Foster, before turning to that man again - And, even though I'm not from your area, I imagine that this also applies to your projects. Many things that seem incredible on paper can sometimes turn into real disasters. Therefore, there is little care when it comes to investing in something that does not yet exist. After all, we all know how many scammers are out there these days and I'm sure a professional as serious as you would hate to be mistaken for one of them, wouldn't you, Mr. Reed? He smirked, making the other man's expression plummet a bit.

- Well, Mr. Knight, if his wife isn't feeling confident about what I've presented so far, then I guess there's nothing I can do, can I? - With a smile more tense than ever, Mr. Reed shifted subtly in his chair, now taking his attention away from him and Missy, probably hoping that everyone else would do the same - So I guess we have no reason to continue such a boring conversation in the middle of such a nice party...

- On the contrary, Mr. Reed. - Mr. Tyree disagreed, looking thoughtful - Now that Mr. and Mrs. Knight raised these questions, I would love to know the details of your project. In fact, I was so entranced by the numbers he showed me when we spoke briefly in the meeting that I didn't even remember to check all these points carefully. - he laughed shyly, although he was trying to look relaxed.

- That's what we always say, Augustus. - Mr. Montenegro, who until then had been silently observing that conversation, with a suspicious look, laughed - You are easily impressed.

- Oh, Mr. Tyree, I would love to... - Suzan's companion opened a weak smile - But, why don't we enjoy this night and I'll show you all this tomorrow? After all, I don't want to get in the way of honoring Mrs. Knight.

- Oh, yes, maybe it's the best option, really... - Mr. Tyree reflected, making a smile appear on Reed's face, which soon faded when the businessman spoke again - After all, the representative of my financial department will be here tomorrow and you will be able to speak directly to her about all those impressive numbers.

- And my sister, who is a former employee of the same company as you, will also come to spend her holidays here with her family. - Stra. Kobayashi smiled, exchanging a quick meaningful look with Missy - I'm sure she would also love to see you again and recommend you to us, since you were so in demand at your old job. It's funny because, from what she tells us, you both worked there at the same time, but she can't remember meeting you. - the young woman took a sip of wine, looking at Mr. Reed through the eyelashes.

- What great luck! -Missy opened a satisfied smile – I'm sure that as soon as her sister talks to Mr. Reed, she'll remember him, as he was an employee who had so much notoriety... Isn't it, Mr. Reed? - his wife asked with such a secretly amused tone that surely only he, who knew her as well as he knew himself, was able to understand.

- Oh, well, of course... I can't wait. - Mr. Reed gave Missy a hard smile, before getting up – Well, since we're going to have a very busy day tomorrow, I think I should follow Mrs. Knight and organize my projects in my room, to present them to you early on and take away all this distrust. - he sighed dramatically, like a knight whose honor has been questioned.

- Oh, no, Mr. Reed, it's not distrust... - Mr. Tyree hastened to say, embarrassed.

"But it's really admirable of you to be willing to show us around anyway." - Missy hurried to amend - It demonstrates how reliable you are. And, if I may say so, that's really an essential trait in a professional.

- Undoubtedly, Mrs. Knight. - Stra. Kobayashi smiled and they both exchanged one more knowing look.

"Well, sure, sure..." Logan could see Mr. Reed bobbing up and down quickly, before he squeezed Foster's shoulder - Suzan, my dear, please continue my conversation with Mrs. Knight for me, since I have to work tonight. After all, I really want her to know how much I admire her and want her in my project, even if I'm not here anymore. Logan was ready to get up and wipe that flirtatious smile off his face, but Mr. Reed was quicker, moving out of the room gracefully, if a little faster than was considered proper.

- But how lucky you and Steve found each other tonight, Mrs. Knight... - after a long moment of silence and a long drink from the new bottle of whiskey that the waiters brought to the table, Foster took the line, with a clearly forced smile in Missy's direction – Two great, brilliant minds... I'm sure it's going to be a spectacle when the two of you become partners in his project...

- I think you're wrong, Miss Foster. - Missy patiently interrupted - As I already told Mr. Reed, I have no interest in funding his project. Such high amounts of investment are usually only given to more detailed projects, with more references...

- After all, any amateur could do a pre-project, right? - Stra. Kobayashi joked, making everyone at the table laugh.

- Oh, but I'm sure with the Reed family history on the market, more references aren't necessary. -Suzan lifted her chin haughtily, as if she had just won that conversation.

- Family? - Mr. Tyree repeated, confused – But wasn't he an orphan?

- What? - Foster asked, perplexed - Of course not! His family has been in business in Silicon Valley for years!

- I fear you are mistaken, young lady. - Mr. Montenegro nodded solemnly – I have had business in Silicon Valley for years and I can say with absolute certainty that this name is not the least bit familiar. On the contrary, I remember very well that Mr. Reed told me a pretty impressive story about his life that afternoon: that he was a poor orphan prodigy who left the orphanage at age 16 straight to Harvard and graduated there with honors, with no help from anyone.

- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!

- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...

- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.

- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second before the light around the room dimmed and soft instrumental music floated through the room, which made several couples go to the center of the place, where a dance floor was forming.

- Would you like to dance, love? - Logan gave her hand a squeeze under the table, to which Missy replied with a loving and even grateful smile, before they got up to go to where the other couples were - Who was that idiot? - he whispered in her ear as soon as her body pressed against his and her cheek rested against one of his shoulders - I don't understand anything about technology, but if I had to guess, I'd say he sounded exactly like a ...

- A scammer? - Missy completed her sentence, as she had learned to do more and more often over the years - Yes, I noticed that too. In fact, I was quite surprised that apparently only Ms. Kobayashi, Mr. Montenegro and I were the only ones who seemed to notice how vague their answers were. Everyone else was so impressed by his talk that they almost seemed hypnotized, to the point where they even promised to fund a project that didn't even have a structure. I mean, I'll admit he was very good at talking and he knew how to disguise the fact that he obviously wasn't an expert, but honestly, is it really that hard to see through a few smiles and compliments? - She rolled her eyes, annoyed, making him laugh - I don't know if he really knows how to manipulate conversations very well or if it's just me who knows what real charm is. - Smiling seductively, Missy ran her nails along his chin, making the characteristic heat of his desire for her start running through his veins - After all, I honestly didn't find him that charismatic. In the first two minutes of our conversation this afternoon, I couldn't take any more empty praise and insistence that I put tons of money into his ghost project. I've lost count of how many times I've had to take his hands off my arms, and frankly, his smile reminds me of Gwyneth dolls in a creepy way...' She was halfway through a laugh when she finally looked up and sat down. she was met with his furious expression, probably realizing what he had unintentionally revealed while playing.

- Did he put his hands on you? - Logan growled between his teeth - He better not dare to appear in front of me again...

- Honey, it's okay. - she calmed him down gently, caressing his cheek with her fingertips and staring at him with those sweet chocolate-colored eyes in a way that she knew perfectly well he wasn't able to resist - During the meeting, he tried to hit on me a few times, but obviously it was just because he knew that approaching me would earn him prestige with the other people who were pre was a married woman who wanted nothing to do with him. And of course, I also made it clear that he could end up without a nose if he persisted. You know I know how to deal with the men who bother me. - Giving a naughty wink, she raised her fist towards him, making him laugh - That's right, no jealousy. Especially not because of that insufferable man. - Missy rolled her eyes.

- Whether you know how to defend yourself or not... - he lovingly kissed the fist in front of him, looking at her seriously - A long time ago, I made a promise never again to allow you to get hurt by having to defend yourself against someone . Especially from a man.

- You're always so cute when you try to look mean... - As always, she just laughed at his seriousness, not really seeming to have any idea how far he was capable of going for her - Listen, let's just try to forget about that man, okay? well? After all, after I made him lose so many investors, I bet he hates me now. - she gave a little laugh, seeming satisfied with the idea - But, if you're still feeling tense... - suddenly her teeth sank into the voluptuous flesh of her lower lip and her usually carefree expression turned carnal - I was thinking about going out for some air... What do you think about joining me?

- Mrs. Knight... You're proposing sex in the middle of a party in your honor? - he laughed under his breath, lascivious - Heavens, when exactly did I create such an indecent nymphomaniac monster?

- You created it the morning you left me wet in the middle of your kitchen after a kiss, after having proposed an excellent revenge plan, if you don't remember. - she hugged him even tighter, rubbing her breasts against his chest while pressing her mouth to his ear, making the skin on his neck rise with pleasure - And, a long time ago, at another party very similar to this one, a certain bold and irresistible man taught me that there is nothing indecent about such a proposal when no one can see us.

- And if anyone hears us, Mrs. Knight? - he moved his hands down her back slowly, enjoying the heat of her skin radiating through the fabric of the dress, until he stopped at the limit of her hips, almost squeezing that fleshy ass that was capable of making him hard with just a single movement - Did this mysterious man also teach you something about this?

- Well, Mr. Knight... - his wife laughed, delighted in that mischievous way that always made him want to lay her down on the nearest surface, spread her thighs and dip into the sweet honey between her legs - What else would you use your hands and hands for? your mouth at a time like this? - with one more indecent wink, she pulled away just enough to intertwine her hand in his and begin to guide him out of the hall, in such a gentle and chaste way that hardly anyone would imagine what that woman was capable of doing to him to get satisfied.