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The Love of Money I

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Chapter 22: Newton's Third Law

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: Newton's Third Law - Marcus Upton is a young man living in New York City. He has a good job in finance, great friends, a good job, and the love of a good woman. And then a single day changed all that for him. Enjoy the journey of a regular man who has just come into unbelievable wealth and witness the doors and opportunities it opens for him.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Rags To Riches   Workplace   Cheating   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Light Bond   Rough   Group Sex   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Black Female   White Female   Oriental Female   Big Breasts   Small Breasts   Revenge   Slow  

Tuesday, 9:09 am

If the swarm of paparazzi was any indicator, my time of anonymity had come to a swift end.

I was grateful to Helen and Erin for pushing me to hire bodyguards so quickly. Today, I was surrounded by four of them, who were doing a fantastic job of keeping the hounds at bay. Chloe took point, blazing a trail through a veritable sea of ambulance chasers and photographers while I was flanked by two others with a fourth having my back. It made walking thirty feet from my car to the door of the Strange Mudd take ten times as long. Camera flashes kept blinding me, and I raised a hand to shield them and hopefully thwart most of them from getting a clear shot of me.

“Jesus!” I shouted into my phone as I fought my way into the back of the black suburban. Chloe followed behind me, shutting the door and cutting off most of the noise outside. “This is insane!”

“You’re telling me. I’d keep away this morning, boss,” Erin said over the phone. She was at the Dunbar building setting up a couple of meetings for me later today. After yesterday’s press conference, Chandler had asked to meet and discuss the fallout and the next steps needed to ensure VistaVision wasn’t impacted negatively by my surprise announcement. On top of that, the private investigator Erin hired to look into the break-in at my old apartment had some new information he wanted to present.

“Is it that bad?”

“Yep. Like a bunch of dogs hanging around the dinner table. Some of them are pretty obvious, but most are trying to look like they’re just reading the paper on a bench or pacing back and forth while talking on the phone. Stuff like that. It’s all so obvious. Who the hell reads newspapers on a park bench? Do they think they’re in a sting operation in an eighties movie?”

“Fuck. Is this what it’s going to be like for the rest of my life?”

“I doubt it,” Erin replied. “Just until you stop being the most interesting thing to happen in the Northeastern quadrant. The American attention span is about 6 seconds. They’ll drop you as soon as a sex tape hits the internet or someone tries to ban abortion.”

“That’s comforting,” I muttered. “I was planning on coming in later this morning, but maybe I’ll wait till closer to the meeting this afternoon. Maybe they’ll tire out by then, or do you think I should change the location.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Erin said. “They look like they’ve been out here a while. They’ll get tired and eventually leave. You should be good to go by one or two.”

“Cool,” I said. By now Chloe had reached the door of the coffee shop and had it open for me. I entered, followed by my bodyguards. “I’m going to take it easy this morning. Just got to a coffee shop where a friend works. We’re going to hang out for a bit.”

“A ‘friend’. Should I be jealous you didn’t invite me along?”

I made a face as I glanced out the window at the throng of hungry ambulance chasers. “Don’t be gross. First off, Darrin’s not my type, and second, he showers like once a week.”

“Ew. Why’s he your friend?”

“Eh. He’s good people. I just don’t want to spoon him.”

“That’s good. Means more spooning for me,” I could practically hear her grin.

“I miss that,” I said.

“I do too. It’s been a little over twenty-four hours. Soon?”

“You bet,” I said. “Anything going on that I need to be aware of?”

“Yes sir,” Erin’s tone suddenly took a sharp turn into professional, “Psalter called this morning to push the meeting back to four-thirty. I told him that was okay. Chandler won’t be here till six anyway.”

“That’s fine,” I said, turning away from the window. I got in line to order with Chloe beside me. My other three bodyguards were nowhere to be found. “I’m gonna let you go. Talk to you later this afternoon.

I hung up Erin and looked at Chloe. “Where did John and the others go?”

“To secure a table,” Chloe said, her dark eyes scanning the customers. They were all staring and rubbernecking to get a good look at the guy who had just left a crowd of gawkers outside the quiet little coffee shop. Most of them were made up of college students, a couple of guys in cheap suits probably trying to sucker someone into a pyramid scheme, and bored housewives.

“Good call on beefing up security,” I said.

“It’s why I get paid the big bucks,” she responded, sounding distracted as she turned her attention to the chalkboard next to the counter, looking at the specials. “Shouldn’t last long. I give it about a week at most before it dies down.”

“That’s what Erin said,” I muttered.

“Thank social media for ruining the attention spans of multiple generations,” she said.

The line moved as the person being served moved to the side to wait for their order, leaving two people in front of me. I spotted Dillon emerging from a door in the back; he grinned at me and jerked his head toward the main sitting area to the right. I was a creature of habit, usually ordering the same thing every time I visited. Since he knew what I wanted, he usually brought it to me on his break. It was a ritual at this point. I shook my head and stayed in line behind the bottle blonde in front of me, jabbing my thumb at Chloe. Dillon wouldn’t know Chloe’s order and I didn’t want to complicate his day. I also didn’t want to seem like an entitled asshole, which was what it would have looked like now that I was wealthier than a sheik. I’d caught the light of recognition in most of the customers’ eyes, and some of them even had their phones out, taking pictures or videos of the newly minted king of the Gerrard empire. In a way, the paparazzi had followed me into the building after all.

“What do you want?” I asked Chloe.

“I’ll just take a medium coffee. Black.”

“That scans,” I said. I was starting to suspect that Chloe was the reincarnation of some hardened detective from the forties - strong, silent, and crotchety. It only made sense that she would take her coffee the same way an old war vet would.

“I might get a double today,” I muttered, looking at the board. “I’ll need the extra caffeine if I’m going to talk to the PI and have a meeting with Chandler Grayson.”

“Don’t like him?” Chloe asked.

“Oh, I like him well enough,” I said, “but I went cross-eyed after two minutes of looking at the reports he emailed me. It’s a lot.

One of the only patrons of the the Mudd not gawking was the blonde in front of me who was too busy scrolling through her phone to bother with whatever was happening around her. However, as soon as I said Chandler’s name, she glanced at me, and from the way her face lit up, I could tell she immediately recognized me.

This coffee shop attracted a lot of people like me who had - until recently - been part of the middle class, but there were a lot of upper middle class that enjoyed the folksy, hipster environment of the Mudd. Most of them were able to afford the time and means to keep themselves trim and looking their best, and this woman was no exception.

She appeared in her mid-thirties with light, honey-blonde hair from a bottle that hung around her in gently layered waves with cute bangs that came dangerously close to falling into her lovely hazel eyes. She had a strong, Roman nose and a pair of plump, cupid’s bow lips covered in an understated shade of lipstick that probably wasn’t far off from her lips’ natural color. Her perfect, white teeth almost sparkled as she smiled at me. The high heels she wore made her almost exactly my height, and she was clad in a wispy black-and-white skirt that stopped just below her knees and a loose blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off an enticing amount of cleavage. My very male brain immediately judged her to be at least a D or even a DD-cup.

“You’re Marcus Upton,” she said, surprise in her tone. “I saw you on the news!”

She offered me her hand, and I glanced around to see if everyone else was still paying attention. Much to my chagrin, most of them were still eyeing me, whispering to each other with phones still out.

’Erin and Chloe had better be right,’ I thought to myself as I took the woman’s hand.

“Yes, ma’am. And you are?”

“Carla Tanaka,” she said, offering a bright smile as we shook.

I glanced at her left hand and saw a wedding ring set; the engagement ring had a large princess-cut diamond that bordered on gaudy. Her last name must have been given to her along with the ring. “Good to meet you, Mrs. Tanaka.”

“Oh please,” Mrs. Tanaka said with a wave of her hand, “Carla, please. And is this your ... wife?” She looked at Chloe.

“No,” I said, “this is Chloe. She’s my bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard! Oh, how nice!”

Her body language changed subtly as she leaned in close and said, “I heard how you’re interested in taking over your grandfather’s role in his company. Good for you! My husband owns a lot of shares in VistaVision and is on the board. I don’t usually go with him.” Her gaze dropped from mine to look me up and down as she said, “Though, I might start going if you’ll be there. It’s always filled with boring old men. Though, I have to admit, Chandler is fun. Amber too, when she was on the board.”

“I,” I started to say, but was cut off as she continued.

“A friend was supposed to meet me here for coffee this morning, but she canceled. I was planning on getting something anyway, but I don’t really want to sit by myself.” She gave me a look that put Ashlee’s bedroom eyes to shame as she said, “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in keeping me company?”

What the hell was happening? Was this married woman hitting on me, or was this some sort of secret corporate espionage? I mean, what were the odds of someone with shares in VistaVision just happening to be at the coffee shop I frequented? Was she here to keep an eye on me? Was I going to get blackmailed by simply talking to her? I glanced around at the few phones still out, even more uncomfortable with their presence.

“I...” I glanced at Chloe, but she was staring at the specials board very intently, appearing to be purposefully avoiding our conversation.

“I ... would love to,” I finally said as I turned my attention back to Carla, “but I’m actually meeting a friend here too.”

“Aw,” she said, giving me a little pout with her beestung lips. “I’m sorry to hear. Listen, I’d love to meet up for coffee or drinks sometime and get to know you more. You’re the newest member of the billionaire class and all. You probably don’t know any of the people you should, yet. I could introduce you! I know so many who would love to meet you!” She held out her hand, “Here ... give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.”

“I ... it’s out of battery.”

Carla wasn’t phased by that. “Well, I-”

“Excuse me, ma’am. What can I get for you today?”

Saved by the barista.

Carla gave me a look that I couldn’t quite read and then placed her order. Once she was done, she turned back to me. “Well,” she said, “I don’t want to kee you. It was really nice meeting you, Marcus. Here,” she said, reaching into her purse and handing me a card, “My card. If you ever need anything or have some free time and want to grab a coffee or lunch, just call this number.”

I took the card and glanced at it. It was a business card for a massage therapist, with her name printed just under the title ‘New Design Massage Therapy and Holistic Treatments.

I pocketed the card, looked back up at her, and said, “Thanks, Carla! It was nice meeting you too!” I watched as she walked away, her ass swaying enticingly in that skirt. She seemed genuinely helpful, but still ... I wasn’t sure. My first impression was that she was giving off some strong Ashlee vibes, and I wasn’t ready to take on a second sticky situation like that.

Fuck me ... I get a little money and suddenly I can’t beat them off with a stick.

I placed an order for us, then Chloe and I entered the main sitting area and found two small, available tables sitting near each other. There was just enough distance between our tables to afford Dillon and me a modicum of privacy while close enough to let my bodyguard do her job. John and one of the other bodyguards were sitting near the window and the other was sitting on the opposite side of the room.

“So, someone is looking for a new sidepiece,” Chloe said as she pulled an e-reader out of her bag.

“Sidepiece?” I said. “No, I’m not. I’ve already got my hands full.”

“Not you. Her. Or she’s just looking to upgrade. This is her husband,” she said and handed me her phone. I glanced across the room where Carla was sitting in a plush chair staring at her phone. Then I took Chloe’s phone to see the image of an old Japanese man who looked to be in his sixties. He may have been pushing seventy. Hiro Tanaka.

“Oof. Gold digger,” I said.

“You think?” Chloe said.” “You’re going to come across a lot of that moving forward. And there’s going to be plenty of them out there more convincing than Mrs. Tanaka.”

Great. More Ashlees. The thought of other women out there with ulterior motives trying to seduce me at cocktail parties or in boardrooms sounded like a lot of trouble and work, and the mere idea of it already made me tired. Despite that, however, I could feel the stirrings of an erection going on in my pants. Apparently, my libido had a different opinion. I adjusted my posture a little to rearrange my hardening cock to make it more comfortable and didn’t miss the flicker of Chloe’s eyes, clearly understanding what I was doing.

“Just saying,” she continued, “be smart.”

“Thanks.”

“Soups on!” a familiar voice said behind me.

Darren dropped into the chair opposite of me, placing a cup of light brown coffee with generous foam in front of me, and then reached to the other table to set a mug of hot, bitter, bean water in front of Chloe.

“Hey there,” he said to Chloe, extending his hand. “Dillon.”

“Chloe,” my bodyguard responded, shaking it.

“Are you the new girlfriend? Don’t break his heart, or I’ll kill you.”

Chloe arched an unamused eyebrow at him, but then broke and gave him a small smile and said, “No. I just work for Mr. Upton.” Then she looked at me, “Do you mind if I take a few minutes for the restroom?”

“Not at all,” I said. “Take your time.”

As soon as Chloe departed, Dillon leaned across the table, “Dude! What the fuck is your life now?”

“Shh,” I said, gesturing to get him to lower his voice. A lot of the staring had died down, and I didn’t want to pique anyone’s interest again. “It’s been crazy.”

He slapped me on the arm, “And what the fuck man! Why’s it taken you a week and a half to see me? I’ve been dying for some details!”

“Hey! I’m sorry, dude, but if you knew what’s been going on, you’d understand.”

“Oh, I get it,” Dillon said. “Become super rich and you forget all about the little man.”

“That’s not it,” I protested, worried that I’d seriously upset him.

Dillon’s scowl melted as he said, “I’m messing with you, man. It’s fine. I get it. I’m not thrilled that you didn’t get back to me sooner, but I get it.” He eased back in his chair and continued, “You got busy. Jonah’s a little more butthurt about it though, so you’ll need to kiss his ass a little or something.”

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