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"Relax," I say as Journey and I are in my office. I massage her shoulders as she looks over the contract in front of her as my attorney sits next to her as she reads it over.
"I'm just really nervous," she says as she continues to read. "What's this all about?" she asks my attorney.
"It's just an agreement between you and Mr. Ambrose that you are the creator of Journey's Fashions and Journey's Fashion boutiques but Mr. Ambrose is your partner and will market your product as well as endorse it however it will be marketed under his name. He is entitled to some compensation and he will receive 25% of the profit."
"If Mr. Ambrose and I marry," she says, "what does this agreement matter, wouldn't my money be his and his money be mine?"
"Not exactly there will be a prenup put into place before you're married. That would mean the earnings you're entitled to if you should divorce would be whatever was earned while you were married. Anything before marriage is solely his or yours that you earn. Signing that agreement means you are under contract with Mr. Ambrose to be business partners in this clothing line and clothing store."
"Okay," she says before she finishes reading it over and signs it. "Here you go," she says giving me the contract. I smile and sign it before I hand it to my attorney. I never said anything about having a prenup but my attorney advised me to have one drawn up because of the nature of our relationship and how it began. If we were to marry and divorce she would be entitled to EVERYTHING all my businesses, my money, my assets and so on. I see where he's coming from but I'm not sure I want one in place. I trust Journey enough.
"Thank-you," he says before he signs it himself and puts it away. "I'm going to allow you two to enjoy your day," he says standing up with a smile. "Have a good day."
"Thank-you you too," says Journey with a smile.
"You too," I say with a smile before he leaves my office leaving Journey and I alone. "So what do you think about being business partners? You know if we get married someday all of this will be yours."
"Yours and mine," she smiles as she stands up from the chair. "I just don't know how I am going to ever handle being the wife of a business mogul like yourself, you have all these ventures, businesses and you run a global empire, you're one of the richest and most handsome men in the world," she says, "how could I be the wife of someone like you? I surely don't deserve it."
"Journey," I say wrapping my arms around her small waist as she rests her arms on my shoulders. She's beautiful. She's dressed in a black business suit with a white blouse underneath and a pair of black heels. Her hair is pulled up into a tight bun. She's breathtakingly beautiful. She looks like a business women it's actually a turn on for me. "You deserve the world," I smile at her. "You deserve it all. You're a wonderful and smart woman. Your fashions are amazing and I love the idea of your boutique stores. I can't wait until you open your boutique. Would you like to sell Zoey Dolls in your boutiques as well?"
"Yes," she says with a smile, "and I could design matching outfits for the girls and the doll."
"See? You're just as business savvy as me. I was where you were at one time. I didn't have anything. I had a rough life too but look at me now. I'm a millionaire with global empire. You'll be a millionaire one day too and not because of me because of your creativity and your business ventures. This is the beginning and we can do it all together. I love you, Journey."
"I love you too," she says with a smile before she leans down and kisses my lips softly. I moan into her kiss as I part my lips granting her tongue access to my mouth, I hold her tightly as she kisses me passionately. Breathlessly she breaks the kiss and says, "I'm feeling better now."
"That's good," I say with a smile as I pull her onto my lap in my frost covered office so no one can see us. "So what's been going on with you the last few days?" I ask as I rub her leg softly with one hand and rub her back with the other.
"I don't know. I'm just not feeling well," she says.
"Zoey said you were resting a couple days last week and you went to the bathroom for a really long time and you came out crying. What happened there?" I ask concerned for Journey and her health. "Everything okay?"
"I really don't want to talk about it right now," she says. "I will talk to you about it another time."
"Okay," I say. "I just don't want you to be sick or have some issues going on that I don't know about. I want to take care of you. It's my job to make sure you're healthy and you're safe as well as making sure you're satisfied."
"You make sure I am beyond satisfied," she says with a smile. "You're pretty good at that job."
"I always give 100%," I smile back at her.
"More like 150% in that department," she says with a smile as she looks around the office. "Have you ever had sex in your office before?"
"I can say a lot of things have taken place in my office as for having sex in my office not exactly. I like to keep my business life and professional life separate until now," I say with a smile.
"Hmm, I wonder what it would be like," she says making me smile. "You in your big chair, me on top of you, I wonder what it would be like."
"I'm willing to find out."
"Are you now?" she asks with a smile as she goes for the button on my shirt. "I'm willing to show you," she says with a devious smile. She leans down and kisses my lips softly as she works with my buttons before we are interrupted by my receptionist letting me know it's time for our meeting. I let out a sigh. "We'll finish this later," she says. "I'll present my business venture to marketing and then I will present my next business proposal to you privately."
"I look forward to it," I say with a smile as she stands up and fixes her outfit as I button my shirt getting ourselves together. She grabs her folders, walks over to the door and I open the door for her allowing her to leave the room first. I close my office door and professionally walk with her to the meeting room.
We walk into the meeting room and my marketing team is already present. They are all gathered around the table waiting for Journey and myself. I pull Journey's chair out for her to take a seat as I begin the meeting. "Hello, everyone I'm sorry that I'm late I was a little occupied," I say giving Journey a soft smile. "We're here today to see what you came up with for the Zoey dolls and my new business partner Journey will be sharing and proposing an idea to you. Who would like to share about the Zoey doll?"
"Well," says one of my marketing team people; Stan, standing up with a doll in his hand. "We thought about everything that American Girl does and My Generation does to market their dolls. They are our biggest competitors in this department and being new to this line of product we weren't sure which way we wanted to go. We took your idea of creating a doll for the scientists, musicians, dancers, athletes and gymnasts even the artists. That's something neither of our competitors touch on of course though AG has the accessories you buy separately AFTER paying $100 for a doll that looks like you which is just as much money. AG has been making bank off of these dolls for years and their stories. It's time a new competitor stepped up. We created 7 dolls for our Zoey Dolls line. We have a dancer, gymnast, scientist, musician, artist and an athlete one that wants to play football or soccer. We have come up with an advertisement. We have the dolls as well," he says as he pulls out the dolls he mentions. Zoey is the leader and is the dancer like you requested. Meet her friends; Mila, Natalie, Skylar, Tanya, Olivia and Gwendolyn. We will also work to create a look like me doll that the girls or boys will be able to choose what they are into without any extra charge but take a look at the dolls." He passes one of the dolls out to everyone at the table before they get passed around. "Now we thought we could use a little girl that's into each of these things allow them to tell their stories and how they play with their dolls, what do you think?"
"I love it," I say with a smile. "I like the dolls. This is exactly what I had in mind. What price range would you suggest we ask of the dolls?" I ask looking at the Zoey doll. "And you have the nationalities covered which is good. That's important. AG gets a lot of backlash for their lack of nationalities. This could work in our favor and we can build our line from here based on popularity."
"I would say not as much as AG but not as cheap as My Generation," he says. "About $60 per doll," he suggests. "The cheaper but better the quality is important. Is that too cheap?"
"I think it's perfect," I say with a smile. "I like your idea. We're going to build on this. I want you to come up with a commercial, present it to me and we will find the actresses for it. I want these dolls to be out on the shelves by Spring time so they can be the best seller and most wanted toy by Christmas. I strive for that."
"We'll do whatever we can," he says with a smile before he sits down.
"Do you mind if I take the Zoey doll home with me to give to the creator of and inspiration of the line of dolls?"
"It's your business," he says.
"Thank-you," I say with a smile as I hand Journey the doll to give to Zoey later in the evening time when we get home from work. "Next thing on my agenda today and the reason I called the meeting is because I have taken in a business partner. I explained I want to branch out in my ventures. My friend Journey," I say staying professional instead of calling her my girlfriend, "would like to introduce to you our new venture. Journey," I say introducing her.
"Thank-you," she says with a smile as she stands up. I help her put up her fashion designs to show to the marketing team. "Along with the Zoey Dolls Mr. Ambrose and I have decided to branch out to little girls' clothes and headbands. These are an example of the Journey Fashion line I am launching with the help of Mr. Ambrose," she says. "In my line of clothes there will be tutu skirts, tutu dresses, boutique style clothing with ruffles and lace. These are examples of what will be sold on the Journey Fashions line," she says pointing to the clothes she drew up. She is talented and creative. I never knew she was that talented to come up with something like an entire clothing line. She's driven and passionate as she explains her fashions as well as Journey Boutiques. I smile at her as she holds the meeting. I would never have thought she didn't hold a high school diploma or a college degree. She's a natural. I can't take my eyes off of her. Watching her take charge is a major turn on for me. "The line will target girls between ages newborn through age 6 but as the business grows I want to branch out to girls over the age of 6 but under the age of 12. The boutique will hold the clothing and accessories as well as a spa for little girls to get their nails painted and get their hair done whether cut or styled. I believe that little girls deserve to be pampered also," she says. "It would be a great mother/daughter even a great father/daughter day," she says looking at me with a smile. "We can't exclude the dads from this because there are some really awesome dads out there that enjoy having days with their daughters and enjoying spending time with them. I want every little girl to want to spend a day at a Journey Boutique. Mr. Ambrose and I decided to start we would only open up two boutiques. One here in NYC and another California 6 months after the one in NYC opens."
"That's actually a good idea," says one of the women from the marketing team. "I am always looking for places to buy my daughter tutus and dresses as well as a kid friendly spa. I think this is a money maker and it's a good idea. It's something different than what Mr. Ambrose would usually endorse. His competitors wouldn't see it coming. I didn't even see it coming. I think it will flourish with as many little girls that enjoy a day with their doll, getting a pretty outfit and ending the day with getting a spa treatment. I know my daughter would enjoy something like this as long as it is reasonably priced of course."
"I have a 3 year old daughter," she says with a smile, "that loves to dress up in tutus and dresses as well as have tea parties with her dolls and getting her nails painted as well as her hair done. Little girls deserve special treatment too and that could be the slogan. Little girls deserve special treatment too but I will allow you guys to come up with an idea for an advertisement and to market the clothing line as well as my boutique."
"I think we can come up with something," she says with a smile.
Once the meeting is over Journey and I make our way back to my office. I tell my receptionist to hold my calls because we are going to have a meeting. I also tell my receptionist to turn any visitors away I will get back to everyone I need at least an hour with my girl. I open my office door and shut it behind me. I slip out of my jacket and toss it onto the couch. "I remember being promised a secret business proposal," I say with a smile as I loosen my tie as Journey sits on my desk watching the show as I start stripping out of my clothes.
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," she says. "I have a business proposal you can't turn down."
"Is that so?" I ask making my way over to her with a smile.
"Yes," she smiles before I capture her lips with mine and kiss her passionately as she runs her fingers through my hair.
"Maybe you should show me," I say with a smile before I walk over to my chair leading her over with me. "I mean I am all for persuasion," I smile as I sit in my chair.
"That's good," she says, "because I can be a very persuasive person," she says as she slips out of her black jacket tossing it to the floor before she starts working the buttons of her blouse. She pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. Her breasts are pouring over the top of her black lace bra she's wearing. They've gotten bigger since the last time I have seen them I'm pretty sure. She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. "So where should I begin, Mr. Ambrose?" she asks with a smile. "Should I start here?" she asks before she kisses my neck softly. "Or should I start here?" she asks kissing my lips softly and passionately. I rub my hands up her rib cage and find her breasts. She pulls away. "How about we not touch those today?" she asks as she moves my hands away from her breasts.
"Well, they're so plump I can't resist the urge to touch them," I say with a smile. "They're practically falling out of that bra. How can you ask me not to touch and just look? It's like a kid in the candy store. Did they get bigger?" I ask.
"Maybe," she says with a smile. "Maybe I can convince you to avoid them by doing this," she says with a smile before she kisses my neck softly, laying soft kisses on my neck, trailing them down my collar bone and down to my abs. She kisses around my abs before she finds my belly button. She dips her tongue into my belly button licking it softly before she helps me out of my shirt. "You have the most perfect abs, Mr. Ambrose," she says with a smile. "They're so perfect and hot," she says as she rubs them with her soft hands before she kisses them once more. "You're like a statue of a God," she says with a smile as she reaches the top of my pants. She unbuckles my belt before she unbuttons my pants and unzips them. I feel myself growing hard in my briefs. I stand up to help her pull my pants down. I moan as I feel her hands on my erection through my briefs stroking it softly. "What do you think, Mr. Ambrose? Are you convinced yet?" she asks with a smile as she strokes me through the cotton of my briefs. "Or do you need a little more convincing?"
"I might need a little more convincing," I smile.
"I hoped you would say that," she says with a smile as she pulls the top of my briefs down freeing my thick and hard erection. She strokes it softly as her eyes meet mine. Stroking it softly, beads of precum trickle out of the tip of my cock. She takes her tongue and licks the precum from the tip. Licking the crown of my cock I moan out in pleasure as she takes her tongue up the length of my cock and down again. She licks it softly as I moan. I gasp out in pleasure as her mouth engulfs the crown of my cock. She sucks it softly as she strokes the length of my erection.
"Damn, Journey," I groan out as she takes my cock in her mouth, sucking me hard and fast, she makes love to me with her mouth as she sucks me off. "Fuck, Journey," I say as I play with her hair. "That's amazing," I say as she continues making love to me with her mouth. I feel the passion building and tearing through me and she stops.
"Not yet, Mr. Ambrose," she says with a smile. "It's not time for that yet," she smiles as she stands up from her knees. I watch as she removes her pants exposing her lace black thong to match her bra. Her breasts are still spilling over the top of it. She wiggles out of her underwear leaving her heels on. She straddles me and takes my head into her hands. "I don't think you're fully convinced yet," she says with a smile. She takes my cock in her hand and rubs it against her clit softly before she lowers herself down onto my throbbing erection. She lets out a moan as I fill her with my cock. She slowly begins to ride me, taking her time, taking in my length and removing it slowly before taking more of me inside. I moan as she picks up her pace. I hold onto her thighs as she makes love to me, her breasts bouncing in my face as she moves. I groan and moan with her. Our cries of pleasure loud enough in my sound proof office so no one can hear us in our passion. "Dean," she cries out as I pick her up and take over laying her down on my desk. Thrusting deep and hard into her as I make love to her. I lay down and kiss her lips softly and passionately as I move my cock in and out of her softly. I moan in my kiss as I feel her tightening around me. I know she's close to cumming. I keep moving, thrusting deeper. She gets greedier for my cock, tightening around me as I thrust deep. She cries out as she hits her climax, covering my cock with her hot juices. I continue moving, picking up my pace as I feel the passion ripping and tearing through my body. I groan out in pleasure as I hit my release, filling her with my seed. I make love to her through my climax as I fill her with my semen. "Mr. Ambrose," she says with a smile as I look at her with my blue eyes. "That was unexpected."
"My pleasure," I say with a smile. "I told you. I have to make sure you're satisfied," I say with a smile.
"I don't think that was 150%," she smiles.
"Hmm, I'm not finished yet," I say with a smile before I kiss her lips softly and begin to move again, begin to make love to her once again as if we aren't at work enjoying my afternoon with her. I cum in her once more before I pull out. "150%?" I ask after the 4th time of making love.
"Beyond," she says with a smile. "That was a great afternoon," she says as I pull out of her slowly.
"One of the best I have had in a long time," I say as I direct her to my bathroom in my office so we can clean up. "I must say I never had a business proposal like that before," I smile.
"It was my pleasure, Mr. Ambrose, I hope to have more business proposals like that," she says with a smile. "I think I'm going to like having you as a business partner."
"I have to agree," I say with a smile as I kiss her lips with a smile. I look over at her as she's cleaning off her face. "Are you sure your boobs didn't get bigger?"
"Can you stop looking at my boobs for one minute?" she asks. "There's nothing wrong with them."
"Okay, but you need a bigger bra. I will send my personal shopper out to pick up new bras for you because I think she got you the wrong size."
"She didn't," she says. "This is my size."
"Then why so small?" I ask before we walk out to my office together to get dressed.
"I don't know," she says. "I think it's fine." She buttons up her blouse as I walk over to her. I wrap my arms around her waist.
"I love you," I say before I kiss her lips softly.
"I love you too," she says with a smile. "Do you ever think of having kids, Dean?" she asks out of the blue catching me off guard.
"I love Zoey and enjoying my time with her. I love being a father to her. What's up?"
"No, I mean like, do you ever think of having other kids besides Zoey, kids of your own?" she asks.
"Hmm, of course I want to have kids someday and I want to have them with you," I say brushing a piece of hair out of her face. "Turn around and let me fix your hair."
"Okay," she says as she turns around. "How soon is someday?" she asks.
"I don't know after we get married and we're married for a couple years or maybe a year. I don't know," I say as I play with her hair to fix it. "Do you think about having more kids?"
"Of course I do," she says, "and you know Zoey really wants to be a big sister."
"She may have mentioned that once or twice. I am pretty sure that's what she asked Santa for when we were at Macy's. But you've been on the pill so that's not happening. I don't think that's going to be a good Christmas morning for her when she finds out she isn't going to be a big sister."
"Baby," she says as I go to wrap her hair up into a bun. "I think we should talk," she says turning around before I can fix it. "Like now."
"All right," I say with concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I motion her over to the couch and we take a seat. "Baby," she says with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" I ask.
"There's no easy way to say this, Dean. Baby, I'm pregnant," she says before she bursts into tears. "I took my pill like I was supposed to. I didn't miss one pill and I still got pregnant. I never thought that I could get pregnant," she cries. "I'm sorry. If you want me to get an abortion I will but I'm sorry, Baby."
"Journey," I say wrapping my arm around her. "Don't cry. Calm down, take a deep breath, Babe," I say as I comfort her. "You don't need to cry."
"But you don't want a baby and we're having a baby."
"Journey," I say. "I didn't want a girlfriend either or a 3 year old living in my house either but you know what?"
"What?" she asks.
"I learned to love it. It has been the best thing for me. I was so alone before. I enjoy hearing Zoey's laughter in the house and I enjoy going to bed with you and waking up next to you," I say. "Even if we didn't plan to have a baby I'm sure I am going to love it just as much. This may not have been what I wanted or planned but that's our baby," I say. "I could never ask you to abort it. That's something we created between our love, Journey."
"I know but you said," she starts to say.
"I know what I said but sometimes things don't work out how we plan sometimes we get a surprise in our lives. This is a good surprise," I say with a smile as I place my free hand on her stomach. "Are you sure?"
"I still have to go to the doctor on Wednesday to confirm it but I'm pretty sure I am pregnant. I haven't had my period and you know how I've been lately."
"So that's why you've been so sick and resting so much," I say with a smile. "I'm coming with you to the doctor on Wednesday," I say with a smile. "And that explains your boobs being so big."
"You would notice that," she says with a smile. "Are you okay with this, with us having a baby?"
"Yeah, Babe, I'm great with having a baby with you," I say with a smile. "I'm going to be a daddy," I say with a smile before I kiss her lips softly as I keep my hand on her stomach to protect my child growing inside of her womb. "I must have the most fertile sperm in the world if they still fertilized your egg while you were taking the pill. I'm number 1 even in the bedroom," I say with a smile.
"Shut up," she says with a smile, "and just kiss me," she says pulling me to her as we share a soft passionate kiss.
*A/N: What did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.