The McCain Marriage Contract

My secretary, Sylvia, was a professional in every sense of the word. She knew how to handle what type of call, she knew what to say to an agitated client, she knew how to help me escape from meetings I was uncomfortable with. Best of all, she knew how to give a blowjob with expertise.

"You literally blow my mind every single time, Sylvia," I said with a smirk. "And to think you didn't add any of your extracurricular skills to your resume."

She smiled and bit her lower lip at the corner, in the manner she knew turned me the fuck on. "I wanted you to figure this one out for yourself."

Naughty ass girl. "This was just what I needed to ready myself for my next appointment," I said. "Great job, darling."

She zipped me up and smiled at me. "Go kick ass at your meeting," she said. "Then later tonight you have to deal with my ass," she said, giving me a knowing wink.

I had other plans that evening with some other female. Valerie. "Not tonight darling," I told Sylvia. I have to work very late. What do you say, we take the weekend off and travel to any country of your choice?" I asked. She smiled so deeply the dimple on her left cheek showed. "Of course," she said. "I'm looking forward to that."

I felt dirty and evil. I was playing God over everybody I knew. My son, Valerie, Sylvia, and every other woman I screwed. I was treacherous and I was a monster, and the only reason I got away with everything was because of my money. Valerie needed my money for her business or whatever, and that was why she agreed to my terms in spite of how much my family hurt hers in the past. Raymond wanted my money, his inheritance, which was why he still stuck with me his impossible and insufferable father; I was so sure he detested me even though he worked for me. Sylvia, like every other female that found themselves with me, wanted my money to afford them the kind of lifestyle they preferred. And, like fucking Santa, I was present to satisfy all of their wants and needs, except that I wasn't as nice.

Being a billionaire was beyond having so much money and so many contracts and being so highly connected or easily walking into any room in any part of the world. It came with tough decisions, even the ones that gnawed at your insides. It came with very bad decisions and ideas that made you hate yourself, and this was a lot worse when you mixed business with your personal life or family.

I had made my fair share of mistakes with the people closest to me. I had screwed people over and over for as long as I could remember, but I was too ashamed to own up to my wrongs. There was way too much of that and I wasn't sure if or how I could take the backlash that was sure to follow. Instead, I decided to do damage control, to make up for the hurt instead of acknowledging the role I played to cause it. Sadly, in a bid to make up for my wrong I caused a lot more harm. But it would be temporary; after now everyone would forget about everything and we would go back to being one big happy family.

I was well aware Raymond would not want to have a family. He was too far gone, balls-deep in the kind of lifestyle I exposed him to from a very young age. He had grown to detest the very idea of having a family. Family sucked, as far as he was concerned. But I was also aware that he still had a soft spot for Valerie even after all that happened. I knew I was the cause of a huge chunk of their issues all those years ago, so when Valerie came running to me for help I saw an opportunity. I decided to use her desperation to fix my failures as a father. I was well aware that Raymond and Valerie hated themselves but all of that was temporary. The feelings they had for each other were not gone, they simply lay buried under layers and layers of anger and the effect of time. If they stuck together for one year -- as I was sure they would because they had a lot to lose otherwise -- they would surely learn to love each other again. I was playing the role of cupid. I wondered where J. J. was and if he knew anything about what was happening currently. I wondered if he was the one that sent Valerie to trap me or something. But the J. J. I knew was nothing like that -- he was quiet and slow to anger, and he preferred to turn the other cheek than express annoyance. He most likely had no hand in any of this, and I was sure if he had known his daughter was still in communication with me, he would do everything in his power to end it. As a businessman, the first thing I had to consider whenever making any decision was how it would benefit me and it was no different in my dealings with Valerie and Raymond. I considered it before I agreed to give Valerie good money quarterly to encourage her to stay married to my son. I considered it before gifting her a car, the Chevrolet she driving, a constant reminder of the other things she stood to gain. I considered it before paying for a full week at the Cheval Blanc Randheli for their honeymoon, a ploy of mine to get them as close together as possible. These two were the unsuspecting pawns I planned to use to mend my guilty conscience. Even though I had to hurt them a little by not telling them my reasons, I was sure that it was all for the greater good.

My phone rang suddenly and I looked at it to see Raymond's caller ID floating on the screen. The young man was fresh from the awesomeness of the Maldives and I was sure he got some great sex and, maybe, even some peace of mind. Also, I knew the boy loathed me but for some reason, he remained loyal. I wasn't sure I deserved him and every day I was grateful for his presence in my life. "What's up, son?" I asked as soon as I picked up. "How was the vacation?"

"It was awesome, Dad. Thank you," he said.

Of course, it was. It had to be if Tony McCain had anything to do with it. Plus it just went further to show how much of a professional Sylvia was; I left the whole vacation planning to her. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said. "So do you and Valerie hate yourselves any less now?"

"I guess," he said simply. "Hey, can I come by your place later this evening?"

I paused briefly. "Valerie was supposed to come here too, so..."

I heard something that sounded like the gritting of teeth before he spoke again. "Dad, are the both of you still..."

I didn't let him complete the question. "Of course not, son. No more foul play, I promise. Everything would only get better from here on out. And, yes, you should come join us. Let's all have dinner together," I offered. "Maybe then you can give me the details of your travels. The censored version, of course."

The sound of Raymond's laughter floated into my ears. "Sure thing, Dad," he said. "Sure thing."