The Master Programmer-Chapter 120: Home Sweet Home 2

Jason began fucking her deeply, holding her in place and watching as she pushed back at him with all the remaining energy she had in her body. He angled her body perfectly, just right to rub at the right places and do the right things to her, having her shaking and squirming in his hands soon enough.

"Nh~!! I’m coming again~~!!" Veronica said soon enough, the angle of penetration, and the way Jason controlled his movements making it easy for her to get thrown off into the edge soon enough.

This time, Jason didn’t stop when she came, actually turning her body, putting her face down as he angled himself, standing on top of her as he continued fucking her in a prone position. He continued whispering sweet nothings into her ear, biting into her neck, and turning her head and kissing her deeply, until finally he felt the urge to come.

*Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!*

It seemed she noticed his urgency and when she did, she pulled his head closer, whispering needily. "Come inside me. I want to feel you filling up my insides so bad, Jason."

That was all it took to drive the man over the edge.

"Ugh! Gnnn~~!!" Jason groaned, nutting in her snatch as she held him close, while he quivered and bucked above her. Veronica had a smile on her face at that moment. Who knew what she was thinking.

Meanwhile, Jason groaned again, slamming into her once more as he felt his orgasm subside, his body willing him to leave all his seed inside her. When he was done, he sighed and lay there on top of her, with her giggling.

Hearing her giggles, Jason smirked. "You really did take care of me..." Veronica giggled even louder when she heard those words and he kissed her, teasing her as they fell asleep together.

— Meanwhile in the high end of the city –

In a sprawling villa that dwarfed Veronica’s, seeming more like a mansion than anything else, Tommy Carter knelt on the cold marble floor. His head was bowed, sweat dripping down his temples despite the chill of the room.

Damn it… He had fucked up. And he had fucked up badly.

Everyone in his family knew not to fuck with the man standing in front of him. And yet he had fucked with him, like some idiot.

Before him stood the man, James Carter, a man whose very presence demanded submission. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, James’s face was a mask of cold fury, his eyes piercing as they bore into Tommy.

"Why haven’t you gotten the information I asked for?" James’s voice was low and menacing, each word a blade slicing through the tense air.

Tommy stammered, his voice trembling. "I-I tried, sir. But Samantha just did not let me get any real access. And then there’s that bastard, Jason… Something is going on between them. I just know it! But that’s the thing. Jason’s too careful. And Samantha even more so. There’s nothing obvious. No weaknesses I can find on both of them, no matter how I probe them."

James’s expression darkened. He moved swiftly, delivering a sharp kick to Tommy’s side, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

"Pathetic," James spat. "You’re useless. Do you hear me?"

Tommy scrambled to his knees, clutching his ribs. "Please, sir, I… I’ll find something. I swear. Just give me more time."

"What time? I can’t keep you there anymore since now our cooperation has fallen out of the window. You fuck, dont you get it??! You wasted all that time, and for what?!" James said, making Tommy shiver as he cowered in fear.

James sneered, his frustration palpable. If he could have done it himself, he would have. But it was unfortunate, Samantha would never let such a thing happen.

For weeks, he had set traps and orchestrated deals to isolate Samantha Ellis, the CEO of Reno Ventures, and one of his most coveted targets. No. She wasn’t merely a target. She was the endgame, his entry into the Big Leagues. Her family and her money were always things that were keeping him in place.

But somehow, she continued to evade him. Worse, she had managed to secure help from somewhere—help James couldn’t yet trace. And it was on such a timely occasion too. He had blocked all the ways out and yet she had still found one. How was that possible?

It wasn’t just Samantha. There was also the beautiful Veronica, who James had been pining over for years. It was unfortunate though, she would never allow another man to be close to her after her husband’s death. AT least that was what James thought.

Both these women had connections to one man, who seemed to be everywhere, fucking up his plans. At Samantha’s company, she solved the problem and then made him Director. As for Veronica, after a bit of investigation, he found out that he was someone who lived in her house?!

Something was going on here. James could not deny it anymore. But he still wasn’t sure. After all, from the information, Jason was a pauper with a bit of a handsome face. He was nothing more than a gigolo.

"Jason Cross," Tommy muttered, almost to himself.

James’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. "What did you say?"

"Jason Cross," Tommy repeated, his voice steadier now. "He’s involved with Samantha. And with Veronica Hall. If anyone’s helping them, it’s him."

James’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Jason Cross, huh? I also had that idea… Find out everything about him. Was he really kicked out of his family’s good graces? If not, we’ll dig deeper. If the Cross Family is getting involved here, we might have to calm our efforts until we find out their intentions… If not… There has to be something we can use."

Tommy nodded quickly and scurried out of the room, leaving James alone with his thoughts. The older Carter leaned back in his chair, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"So, Jason," he murmured to himself. "You think you can interfere in my affairs? Let’s see how long you last."

— Meanwhile, in a dimly lit Bar across town —

Tim Cross was in his element. His loud, boisterous laughter echoed through the room as he regaled a group of men with exaggerated tales. His face was flushed a mix of alcohol and ego fueling his antics.

"So there I was," Tim slurred, "trying to charm this hot older woman… but no, my bastard cousin had to swoop in and play the hero. Fucking bastard!! What, just because you’re a little handsome and you have a sweet tongue that can tell lies... You fucking bitch!"

He downed another shot, slamming the glass on the table his mouth spewing out lie after lie in such a natural way that it was almost terrifying. "Jason Cross. The golden boy. Always thinks he’s better than me. Heh! Too bad he got kicked out now, fucking loser!"

One of the men leaned in, intrigued. "Jason Cross? Isn’t he the one who got kicked out of your family? You’re telling me he can still snatch women from you?"

Tim sneered. "Oh, please. He’s just riding on the coattails of women. Veronica Hall, Samantha Ellis… he’s using them, just like he uses everyone else. He’s a gigolo, getting ahead because of his face. It’s a shame my Cross family didn’t take that from him when we took back everything else he was going to steal away."

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. As Tim continued his drunken rant, the man discreetly stepped away, pulling out his phone.

[Jason Cross is making moves. Can we use him?] he typed, sending the message to an unknown contact. He then looked around a bit more, before going to the bar, grabbing some drinks and then going back to Tim Cross, giving them to him with the excuse of sharing some friendly words again and continuing the night.

"Haha! You’re a good man, sharing drinks is what a real man does! Yes! Let’s drink forever! And then after this, we need to go to that district... have a bit of fun!"

"Haha!! I have to say, Tim, you’re something special!!"

But little did Tim who was downing those drinks like some madman, know, he was being used at that moment.

The Cross family was not infallible. It had enemies too, and they were willing to use other methods, to get any information, and use that information to drive wedges that would weaken their opponents.

— Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room —

In a private, dimly lit room elsewhere, Troy sat across from a man wearing a gold chain and an expensive leather jacket. On the table between them lay a small white pill that looked as normal as any other pill ever seen before. The man’s eyes were fixed on it, curiosity and greed battling within him.

"This," Troy said, his voice calm and deliberate, "is the Neural Flux pill. A cognitive enhancer unlike anything else. It sharpens the mind, enhances focus, and heightens creativity and memory. It’s not just a drug. It’s a revolution."

He had used similar words to Jason, because if Jason was able to sell him on the idea, then how could he not be able to sell it to others? This was the basics of sales scripting. Anyway, this was not a sale. It was just a free offering that was going to get his foot in the door.

The man he was talking to was well-connected and rich. As long as he was able to put his foot in the door, he would soon be able to be in the room with men who were worth hundreds of millions. Those types of men were exactly the men that Jason and Troy had discussed being in the same room as.

The man’s lips twitched into a sceptical smirk. "Big claims. How do I know it’s not just another gimmick?"

Troy leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto the man’s. "You’re a man who appreciates risk, aren’t you? Take it. See for yourself."

The man hesitated for a moment, then picked up the pill. Troy smirked. If it wasn’t for the trust the man had for him and his products, none of this would be possible. That was the thing with reputation. And that was why he guarded his with everything he had.

With a decisive motion, the man downed the pill. Troy watched him intently, a faint smile playing on his lips. Moments passed in silence. Then the man’s eyes widened, his breathing quickening. "What… what is this?" he whispered, awe and exhilaration in his voice.

"That," Troy said, his tone triumphant, "is the future. And if you’re smart, you’ll want to be a part of it. Now… let me tell you about the details…"

— Back at Veronica’s Place —

the night was far from over. Veronica lay beside him, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. Jason stared at the ceiling, his mind already shifting back to the intricate web of plans he was weaving. Yeah, sex was good, but post-nut clarity was great for making plans. S What if there was a beautiful woman beside him? Jason was always locked in.

"Jason," Veronica murmured, her voice soft and content. "Stay here with me tonight. Forget everything else."

Jason smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Okay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. She gazed into his eyes, and smiled happily, her heart filled with warmth. Ever since Jason entered her life, she had felt so much warmth. It was an exciting and somewhat terrifying thing, especially because of how good it felt. She didn’t want this feeling to stop.

James looked at Veronica and then parted the hair from her face, a smile on his face too. He might be there, but his mind was elsewhere, planning on how to get his inheritance back, how to build business connections and make bigger, better moves in this game of life.

As he drifted into a restless sleep, a shadow loomed outside the house, sent by someone they both knew. Unseen and silent, it lingered briefly before disappearing into the night.

In the darkness of James Carter’s villa, a phone buzzed on the desk. James picked it up, his face illuminated by the screen. The message was simple but chilling.

[Jason Cross. Target acquired.]

[I am watching him as we speak.]

[You were right... they have an intimate relationship.]

[Will send details of his movements over time.]

James’s smile returned, colder than ever. So Jason was messing around with the cookies in his cookie jar. Fucking bastard.

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Well, since Veronica was out of the equation, he could only focus on Samantha. But he would still play with Veronica at least once. Just to spit in his face.

James sneered, sliding his phone on the table. "Let the games begin."