We spent a few minutes–like mother and son–catching up and talking about Fallon. Martha never saw me with girls–I never stuck around long enough to get names most times. But Fallon? I knew from the moment I first saw her that I would pursue her until I died. She was the flame and I was the moth.

But getting attached to my grandfather’s business partner’s daughter? Not my plans, but she was sure to be stuck with me forever.

What I loved the most was how she pretended to hate me. The disgusted looks she gave me made my dick hard. Her little suspicious glances she threw up to hide her attraction only made me want to throw her down and have my way with her more. She was conflicted in her feelings, that much was clear. Unlike the other girls who threw themselves at me left and right, Fallon had an innate distrust of me and wanted to run the other way.

Good thing I was willing to give chase to her. That goody little two shoes.

“Here’s the food, sweetheart!” Martha emerged from the kitchen, placing the box on the counter.

I fished out a few hundreds and left them for her.

Why I needed to pay when I owned the place? Eh, it made me feel normal.

I showed up to Fallon’s house five minutes over the hour. There was no way I’d be late and have her change her mind.

Convincing her to let me in wouldn’t be terribly difficult, but I wanted her to want me there just as badly as I wanted to be there. The girl kept me on my toes.

Kelly went to bed, leaving just the two of us sitting at the table after a strange interaction between the two of them. I didn’t plan on leaving tonight–not that she had the option. I wanted to feel the softness of her skin all over again, no matter what it took.

There was also the need to make her aware of the Dictator’s plans and how she’d be involved.

See? I can do business too.

From what I remembered, her mother was a force to be reckoned with, and my grandfather took an interest in her ferocity. Something I could see developing well in Fallon. Maria came from absolutely nothing and had a vision with the willpower to make it happen. A brutal woman some called her.

Which is exactly what my grandfather wanted–brutality in the form of a gorgeous woman to take the world by storm. She made connections quickly and could sell ice to a penguin given the chance. So, my grandfather put some opportunities in her wake and watched her run straight to the top.

Under one condition: she needed to help him with the black market deals by being a pretty face no one would question. She did, and she did it well.