ANTONIO JACKSON-Rebuilding

Fuck, Sasha!

Fuck, Tamara!

He was fucking Antonio Jackson. He had a few million in the bank. He ran a prominent enterprise. He was a good-looking guy.

Women weren't a thing to him.

He was never one for casual sex, like his horny brother Quinton. He married at twenty-five, after two years of dating Tamara. He stayed faithful the entire time he was married to her. He never was one to look for something else. After their divorce was final he immediately started a relationship with Sasha and stayed faithful.

He felt like a fool.

So while he was at a bar getting sloppy drunk, he did not mind bumping into his sister's ex-assistant. A sight for sore eyes. She did not mind driving him home since he was in no condition. She did not mind helping him inside, undressing him, and helping herself to his body.

"Ugh!" he grunted as he thrust into her.

"Oh yes!" she screamed out.

Damnit, he forgot a condom! He thrust a few more times and then pulled out.

"What's wrong?" Anita asked. She was naked in his bed, the beautiful redhead that was not even his type. But sex was sex.

"We shouldn't be..." He rolled off her. "I'm fucked up. You shouldn't be here with me. You're still a kid."

"I'm twenty-five." She rubbed his bare chest.

"I'm forty-five! I could be your daddy."

"My daddy's dead." Anita climbed on top of him. "I don't think my dad is sexy either. With a big dick and can fuck."

She tried to slide down on him, but he stopped her.

"Wait. I don't have condoms."

"Don't worry about that. I'm on birth control."She slipped him inside of her. "Antonio Jackson, let me rock your world."

ANITA COHEN-New Plan

How cool was it that she bumped into Antonio Jackson? For weeks, since she saw that rock on Donna's hand and she gushed about the proposal, she thought of a plan to destroy Donna and Ethan. And all the rest of Jacksons if she could.

Now she had Antonio in her hands. Or inside of her. Sex was not that great. It was better with Ethan. Even Quinton had better skills, but it did not matter. If she sexed him well, she had him where she wanted him

So she put it on him.

Poor Donna thought she was sitting on top of the world about to marry her man, but Anita was not going to let it happen.

Over her dead body.

ETHAN VAN RUSSELL- Building a New Plan

"Aw shit, Donna!"

He barely made it through her door when she jumped on top of him and kissed him. She only wore a red thong and a see-through bra and six-inch heels. He went from limp to standing at full attention pushing through his pants.

He dropped his laptop and cell phone he held and held onto her.

"Baby, where's Tony?"

"Work. Till late." Donna undid his shirt when he put her down.

"So this..." He swept a hand over her near-naked body. "Is it my birthday?"

"No."

"Is it your birthday?"

"You know when my birthday is."

"September fifteenth, right? And mine is August fifteenth, so why my early gift?" He caressed her beautiful brown skin, down to her flat tummy.

"Just how I like to greet my man sometimes." She stated on his pants.

"Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, Mr. Van Russell." She slid down him and pulled his dick out and put it in her mouth. He sucked in his breath as he watched. He held his breath watching her lips wrap around him. Very sexy.

Just earlier today he was worried if Donna would love him forever, especially if she knew all of his secrets. Should he tell them or keep them hidden?

How he planned on destroying the Jackson family.

How he slept with her assistant to get pertinent information.

How once he had done that, he planned on taking the Van Russell leadership from his brother, putting himself in charge,m where he rightfully belonged.

First, he planned on getting Will out of the picture.

But now, looking down at his beautiful woman, none of that mattered, especially if it meant hiring her.

WILLIAM STATNER-No Family Business

"This Scoville shit is still a mess. I think Ethan sabotaged us. He was the one that brought this to our attention, then sold more than half to the Jacksons and left us with shit."

"He thought he was doing a righteous thing," Marty said. "The whole lot of it stinks."

"And he's too busy fucking the brains out of that Jackson bitch, he's thinking with his dick. He will destroy the family business."

"My family business," Marty replied.

Marty would never let him forget he was not truly family. Not by blood, but he was a Van Russell through and through. He was getting sick and tired of proving himself to them but still getting treated like he was the stepchild.

"Do you think Ethan would sell his soul to the Jackson family just to keep this Jackson bitch under him?"

MARTY VAN RUSSELL-Dirty Business

It was indeed something he considered. Donna Jackson seemed to have a spell over his brother. He was a changed man. He came to work more, stayed in town, and was actually doing a better job at being a father. Those were the good things.

The bad things, it seemed he would do anything to keep Donna happy. Sabotaging the business could be one. He did not know if he could trust his brother.

But he had someone who could get dirt on him.

TONY JACKSON-Moving On

They were on Spring Break now so he had more time to work. They hired an intern, well, an unpaid intern, and he was working well. They also hired an accounting person who really broke down their finances.

They needed to make money!

Justin finished recording Xavier's Heartbreaker song and radio stations were itching for it. They figured local first, finish the album, and then get him on tour.

He was at his desk reviewing contracts when Asia walked in. He looked up and held his breath a bit.

"What's up?"

"Hey, Tony."

"Did you need anything? We did not have practice today, did we?"

"No, I'm just stopping by." Asia sat on the edge of his desk, his small tight skirt raising to show off a silky, toned thigh. He licked his lips.

"I have a lot of work."

"I know! All work and no play."

He looked at his watch. Asia was flirting with him and Ciara was on her way over so they could have lunch.

"I don't have much time."

"Come on Tony, loosen up. Your daddy's rich, you don't have to work so hard."

He did not know how she knew when he never broadcast it around the school. He figured it could not be a secret any longer. He had been telling everyone Chrissy was his sister, they had to have it figured out.

"My father does not have anything to do with what I do here. I'm building my own empire."

"I like that."

"And maybe I need somebody with me that understands the nature of the business."

He did not know why he said that, but he also knew things were not working out with Ciara.

"I can be that."

He moved closer to her, touched her cheek, then moved his mouth to hers. He was going to hell for kissing another girl besides his girlfriend, but oh well.

"Damn Tony, I'm crazy about you," she said breathlessly after the kiss.

"What about X? I thought you were after him?"

"I know when I'm not wanted."

"I want you." He kissed her again.

Then he heard his office door swing open. Busted red-handed, or yet, Asia-handed. Ciara stood there, mouth dropped open. He looked down, rubbed a hand across his head, letting out a sigh.

"CiCi-"

"You little bitch!" Ciara charged after Asia. She pushed Asia from the desk, and once she was on the floor, started hitting and kicking her. Tony grabbed Ciara.

"Ciara, stop!"

"The hell are you doing with her? She's after you now since X doesn't want her? You still throwing yourself at taken boys?"

Asia was on the floor, crying and holding the side of her face. This was not good. Tony pulled Ciara further away from Asia.

"Stay the fuck there, don't move."

He went to Asia and helped her up.

"You okay?"

"Tony, she hit me in my face," Asia whined. "I didn't do anything!"

"I know. I'm sorry. Sit." He sat her in his chair.

"Fuck her Tony! Tell her to leave and never come back," Ciara yelled.

"No, I can't. I kissed her."

"What?"

"I kissed Asia."

Ciara smacked him across the face.

"Asshole!"

"Hey, you knew things weren't working out CiCi. We're not right for each other. Let's move on...be friends."

"Fuck you and fuck her!" Ciara stormed out of the office.

JENNIFER VAN RUSSELL-Stay for the Money

She never really loved Marty, and she was okay with that.

He was a nice guy, that liked to have sex, that had a lot of money. All the things she needed in her life to support her lifestyle. She never worked a day in her life.

Unless she counted fucking Marty's brains out as a job.

He never even excited her. Just okay in the looks department.Average in bed. That was why she had a few standby guys to blow her back out as needed.

She would never, ever divorce Marty no matter how many mistresses he had.

VERONIQUE MILLER-Money Business

"Girl, listen! Money over everything, okay!"

She loved gossiping with her clients. They kept her in the know. Some of them were chatty with their business.

"All the good money men are taken," one of her clients said as she flat ironed her hair.

"I have no problems being the sidepiece."

"Girl no! Men are dogs. I need my own man, not community dick."

She said too much about her affair with Marty Van Russell. She had stated that he was worth billions and that he was married, but that was it. He could be anybody, not even one of the local guys.

She had been through a few of the rich men in the city, none wanted to take things seriously. Dating a married man she knew it would never get serious, and that was okay by her.

His poor wife. He was not having sex with her because she used her to fulfill all his fantasies. Poor thing.

She never needed to be the main chick as long as he kept the money flowing.

Her readers!

Looks like Antonio is moving on with someone nearly half his age. Well, that's one way to get over a cheating wife.

And Tony! How could he do that to little innocent Ciara? Guess he is like his father.

And the wife and mistress. Jennifer versus Veronique. They will drain poor (ahem, rich) Marty dry.

XOXO
Kimberly