To Hate My Stepbrother

Mason’s POV

Making my way to work this morning was like fighting past swarms of bees. I was swarmed by the media at the front door with their cameras flashing in my face and demanding that I talk about the whole scandal.

My blood boiled and I couldn’t believe how much damage that Aisha had done, she’s the reason all of these have been happening and the thought of it caused a surge of anger to rush through me again.

She was no longer here and yet she’s able to cause this much ruckus. My men finally got them out of the way and I drove to work.

My company was no different and it was as if they had been waiting for me to get to work. Angrily, I ordered my men to get them out of the way by hook or crook and soon the entrance was empty.

Sighing, I sank into my chair as I tried to clear my head so that I’ll be able to work. My head was aching and I was glad that I usually have pain relievers in my drawer.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Taking two tablets, my phone rang and I was happy to see that it was from a business associate. I’d thought that it was going to be good news until I picked it up.

“What the hell, Mason?!” His anger filled voice met me as soon as I picked up the call and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened for him to be so angry.

“I’m sorry, is anything the matter?” I enquired, confused as to why a business associate that’s always in a good mood anytime he calls me is now in a horrible mood.

“I was about to go through the file you sent to me only to discover that it was corrupted with Virus,” he explained and my jaw dropped.

I’d made sure to double check the file, how come it’s now corrupted?

“It almost took out my work computer, I was lucky that I had an antivirus to fight against it or things would’ve been worse. I could’ve lost important things and my work computer could’ve been fried.” His voice put a halt to my thoughts and I had no idea what to say.

“I am so sorry,” I apologized, still confused, “I’m so sorry, I’ll rectify that and send a new one.” I apologized again and I was lucky that he understood or it would’ve become something else.

Confused, I quickly sent a new file to him and I made sure that this one wasn’t corrupted already.

Resting my back against the ergonomic chair, I couldn’t help but keep wondering who could’ve been behind all of this.

Who could dislike me so much to an extent that they would try to sabotage my work and ruin what I’ve spent years trying to build up.

It was all so confusing and shocking because I didn’t think that I would possibly have any work related enemies.

The day went by quickly and I was glad, everyone except Ava was asleep by the time I got home and she was worried as to why I came home late.

“What took you so long?” She asked, kissing me as she pulled off my jacket and helped me drop it in the laundry basket.

I explained everything that happened at work to her and she could sense that I wasn’t in the best mood.

“Who has two hands and can light up your mood?” She asked and laughing, she pointed to herself, “this woman.” She finished as she pulled me up and we both walked to the bathroom.

“I love that confidence.” I smiled, kissing her and laying down so she could wash my hair for me since that was what she’d decided.

We finished taking a shower and Ava thought to give me a head massage, it was soothing and my throbbing head stopped but something else kicked.

“You’ve awakened the beast.” I laughed as I dragged her off me and on the bed while I put my weight on top of her.

She looks really beautiful.

Leaning into her, I kissed her forehead and then her lip before kissing her neck, her body arched and she let out a slight moan that drove me crazy.

Sucking on one of her nipples while I fiddled with the other, she stroked my dick and soon, my shaft found its way inside her as I fucked her.

She tugged on the bedsheet and her toe curled as she vibrated beneath me, my eyes closed tightly as I also released my already built up cum.

Tired, I held her tightly and soon the darkness engulfed me.

****

The blaring sound of my phone ringing jolted me awake. Picking it up, it was my secretary and she just told me that there was a problem.

“Fix it.” I groaned into the phone and I’d wanted to hang up when she stopped me.

“It’s not something I can fix, Sir. You need to be here, it’s urgent.” She sounded scared and hurriedly, I jumped out of bed to get ready.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when I got to the office and I could see the fear written all over her face as she swallowed the moment she saw me.

“Huge sum of money is missing, Sir,” she started and I raised an eyebrow in confusion as I probed her to explain further.

“Someone took ten million dollars from the company’s account. Did you authorize that?” She asked and what she’d just said now sounded like someone had hit me on my chest right where it hurts.

“What do you mean did I authorize it?” I asked as I hurriedly pulled my phone out to call the bank since I knew that I didn’t agree to the withdrawal of that amount from the account.

“Why would you approve that kind of transaction?” I yelled into the phone when my account manager picked up.

“The person came with a check and your signature was on it, there was no way we couldn’t approve it.” He explained.

“Can a reversal be made? Is there a way to get it back?” I asked.

“No, Sir.”