RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 274: Touchdown

"While Lin will be over there waiting for you, with Mrs. Harther not present, you'll be cut off from some of your resources. Let me come with you."

"I haven't shagged your mentor. I don't need you dying and turning her into a different kind of psycho."

Of course, that reply was better kept to myself, meant to resonate only in my mind.

"No, I need you here. Those tasks I've assigned to you are very important, and of course, I'll feel better knowing you're here to help my women.

Besides, let's not ignore the elephant in the room—it's going to be quite dangerous over there."

"Okay," Nadia said, driving through a private gate at the airport and heading for the runway.

"Your pilots are Captain Gale West and… just Zoey Palmer. She'll be ready to fulfil all your requests."

"I feel like there's something special about that request. Enlighten me."

Nadia didn't beat around the bush.

"She'll suck your dick and ride you for as long as you want. All you need to do is tell her."

"I see."

Within seconds, the car came to a stop, parking not far from a red private jet. I stepped out as Nadia opened the door.

"Bye, sir. And please, stay safe."

"No kisses for me? I'll miss you."

The woman remained stoic for a few seconds, and just when I thought I'd have to take some action—or let things be—she closed the distance between us and pecked me on the right cheek.

"Please be safe."

"Have you seen your ass? No way I'm dying without fucking it."

I went raw, my desires for the woman laid out flat. Turning around, I chuckled as her body stiffened and her eyes slightly widened.

"See you," I said and boarded the jet.

That happened about two hours ago. Now, opening my eyes, I let out a thick breath and signalled for some water.

Within seconds, it was served. But then the hostess remained by my side, squatting and looking up at me.

"Sir, do you need anything else?"

"No. You can leave."

Zoey paused for a few seconds at my answer, then nodded her head, stood up, and departed.

Taking a sip from the glass, I watched the hostess leave and sighed internally. Nadia had done too much.

Not only was Zoey thick, but she was also busty. In her outfit, a short red skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a white shirt that barely covered her breasts—her cleavage exposed, the woman looked like a sex worker.

"She wasn't dressed like this when she welcomed me onto the plane."

For the rest of the flight, I reclined in my chair, closed my eyes, and practised my mind breathing. A serene peace hit me for the first time in weeks.

Sometime during the flight, I fell asleep and had to be woken by Zoey.

"Is there something about me that repels you, Mr. Lawson?" Zoey asked, following behind me as I moved to exit.

"No. You have a great body. I'm just not interested in fucking right now."

"Oh."

"You're a single mother, aren't you?"

"How… ohh."

Zoey probably thought I got that information from Nadia, but that would be wrong. I knew she was a mother because she possessed very light bits of nature energy. That—and her hips.

"If you can serve me on my return flight, I'll fuck your brains out."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Feeling Zoey's excitement, I figured Nadia had promised her a good amount of money. And if Nadia had promised her that good of a sum, it meant she also had a good track record of keeping chaste.

"If you fuck another man before the next time we meet, I won't be touching you."

When I descended from the jet, it was still very early in the morning. The sun had yet to come out, and there was no car waiting for me in sight.

Echo!!

I found no one heading for me, so I went toward the airport lobby, took a seat, and brought out my cell phone, dialling a number.

"Hello."

"Martha. Why do you sound grumpy?"

"It's 4 a.m."

"Oh."

I was usually awake and rearing to go by 4 a.m. And then there was Nadia, who never failed to pick up the phone or complain when I called her at that time.

"Well, an emergency came up at work, and I had to travel."

"Why are you telling me this?" the MILF grumbled.

"Because you're my woman, and I don't want you worrying."

"Take care and don't overwork yourself."

"How caring."

"Would you prefer otherwise?"

I teased Martha a little before hanging up and then proceeded to call my other women.

"Lambert was onto something when he talked about giving energy to women," I thought after making my last call.

Echo!!

I swept through the airport one more time and, getting no worthy result, dialled an unsaved number.

The situation in Michigan had been touted as an emergency, and not even getting to finish my play with Sade, I had taken the slightly frustrated woman back to the school and then been picked up by Nadia.

"It seems the emergency might be more serious."

Getting to my feet, I exited the airport and got in a taxi.

"Below Ways, 24th Street."

Typically, a company would look to situate its building in a central hub. But Denise chose differently.

Since the law firm was built primarily to attend to my needs, and with her high reputation, she chose to seat her firm away from the center of the city.

For some minutes as the taxi moved, tall buildings and bustling streets flashed past my eyes. But then, eventually, all that died out, and the streets became more tame.

For most of the journey, it was street lights that kept the road lit this early in the morning. Then I was stopped before a wide, two-story building with a wall that had the name MARL written on it.

Stepping out and paying my dues, I moved to the front of the glass door and then scanned it.

Echo!!!

Five heavily armed men, one of them in the data room. Eight workers are bound and placed in the conference room. Two of them seem to be guards, and they are lying on the floor unconscious.