While the rhythms danced across the pins, the wind flowed, carrying whispers that formed dissonant nguages. Billy held Mónica tightly, pletely drenched i; his entire body was moist, while Mónily grew more anxious, longing for time to stretch out. Deeply. Their bodies were united by an animalistic passion, filled with desires and sighs, expressing thousands of ses—anger, rage, deceit, love, disillusio, and the unique sts of each other, differe wined by an apparent, fn, and colorless essehat felt natural.

  Only the movements of their iwined pelvises created a murmur, but she felt utterly defeated, extinguished, and cimed. He finished inside Mónica; she ed her legs around him and pressed against her.

  —More, we need more, my love —Mónica remarked, watg as he withdrew from her; it was her way him on. They became liquid from that moment onward.

  Mónica turo Billy and reached out her hands to grasp his fccid penis, filled with fluids. She lowered herself and took a long suck for five seds. At that point, he was as hard as a rock; watg Mónica as she rose and fell, rising and falling again, then pressing her hips against him in fri as she moved fleetingly from side to side.

  —It has been weeks, fotten weeks; it has been weeks and weeks in which human warmth was minimal —Móniented, abs every detail and taking in the aspects of their dise; it recisely what she needed.

  Billy turo Monid kissed her lips fiercely while she pced her hands on his shoulders. Billy stood firm, trying to maintain his stance as she bit down hard on his shoulder while he gripped her backside tightly, going up and down. It was the decision he had been anticipating and holding back.

  A gentle sp—a moment to catch her breath.

  —I think you won’t be sleeping much tonight —she whispered.

  …

  Billy woke up the day; it was 11 in the m. Monica y curled up beside him, both in sync with their breathing. She always slept hugging him, resting her head,d and using one hand to get fortable. She slept on her side, and it ractically an insult to her if she wasn’t allowed to sleep that way.

  The door was knog.

  –Love, the door is knog,– Monica mumbled, her tone slightly annoyed.

  –I’m on it,– he whispered.

  He got up, trying to take a long step, and realized he was pletely naked, covered in what could only be described as a misguided premonition. And that premonitio like a sign.

  –I’m ing!– This time, he shouted a bit louder than usual, Monica’s groan signaling her relief when the knog stopped. He quickly slipped into a pair of shorts.

  When he opehe door, it was Kate. She saw Billy standing there, still pletely disheveled. The room reeked of sex, his hair tousled, his zy, sm gaze almost hypnotic. Kate, visibly nervous and shy, stuttered out a few words.

  Monica heard the young Brit’s words, irritated and eager to put ao it. She grabbed Billy’s shirt, slipped it on, took a deep breath, and walked over.

  –Love, is something wrong?– she asked, markierritory with an air of casual dominance, pg her hand suggestively on Billy’s backside with a mischievous grin. Kate was utterly flustered at the se.

  –I-I’m so sorry to bother you,– Kate stammered, her voice trembling, her aking over.

  –We o be o,– Billy said calmly.

  Kate nodded, her ay bubbling over. She had knocked repeatedly and even shouted a bit, but she hadn’t anticipated su awkward enter. The sight of an intimate couple threw her off so much that she had to bite her cheek to stop herself from ughing. Trying to say something coherent, all she could think about was needing a boyfriend—someone who could whisk her away to an isnd.

  –I’ll be down in a moment,– Billy said, closing the door.

  Monica sauntered bato the room, her hips swaying provocatively.

  –Join me in the shower, darling,– she said with a teasing smirk.

  ***

  Everything was already in motion. Amelia Donner Rockefeller was turning 18 in November, marking the perfect time for everything to fall into pce. For five years, every detail had been scrutinized—photos, bribes, thefts, and embezzlement. They had enough ammunition to bury the boy under a ndslide.

  –I expect everything to be in the position we desire in the ing days,– decred William Donner Rockefeller.

  For fifty years, the Rockefeller family had been fighting to stay afloat. However, a series of mistakes hslowlyeroded their empire. The Great Depression, strikes, and antitrust issues had taught them that being a society's focal point was a double-edged sword. Selling off their stakes, they now survived by acquiring rge shares in major corporations.

  They held 15% of Ford Motor pany, 35% of General Electric, 42% of Target, 32% of Coca-Co, and substantial holdings in Ameri iment funds involved in traffig. But their most signifit power y in their 27% ownership of Bank of America.

  Their first attempt had been an alliah the Mars family, but their offer had been deemed insulting and was harshly rejected.

  Now, only oion remained—a handsome, wealthy, and talented Ameri face to rejuvehe family and propel them to unpreted heights.

  –Yes, sir, we have everything in hand. But the beauty pageant issues are proving to be quite plicated,– said Charles, the family’s butler.

  Amelia was undeniably captivating, a beautiful young woman with exceptional qualities. Amorengths was her refusal to abandon her granddaughter when faced with challenges. However, their test pn seemed naive and ambitious, driven by a o succeed.

  –Every one of my demands?– William inquired, his voice carrying absolute authority.

  –Yes, sir. She has the best diet, and the fiutors, and her mother has filled her head with fantasies of modeling. When she es to us seeking a p the petition, we’ll act acc to the ply, she watched the boy’s movie and cried. She believes she has evaded us, but I fear she is still under our watch. Her desires have been pnted, and she will yield to our demands, either through her mother’s influence or your word.–

  William nodded in agreement, his expression cold and calg.

  Maximilian had graduated with a degree in business administration and pleted a master’s program, but he cked the instincts of a seasorepreneur. He was a fool, g the ing needed for success.

  –His graduation is in a month. Tell him he ask me for anything, and I’ll grant it, as long as it’s within limits,– William said, maniputing his family like pawns on a chessboard.

  –Uood, sir. I’ll make sure the message is delivered,– Charles replied.

  The family’s influehough waning, still extended far. Despite their struggles, they held on to their legacy, iing iertai as their gambit. the boy’s clumsy but talented maneuvers, William saw potential.

  Studying photos of young Amelia, her beauty was undeniable, though he noted she needed eyelid adjustments and a stricter diet. Everything would be taken care of.

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