All Chapters of My Tyrant CEO: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"I would love to do you but-""We can do it anal", Sara quickly said and made us switch places. Before I could say anything, she pulled her pants and panties down, revealing her ass and pussy to me.I crossed my hands behind my head, whistling. I wouldn't deny that sight. "Turn around baby, let me see that clit piercing."She did. I grinned. "Nice."My girl tugged down my boxers and immediately went for my cock. "This heat makes me even hornier", Sara grumbled. "All I can think about is bouncing up and down your cock daddy."That alone made me hard in her hands. "I'll gladly offer myself for that", I told her.Sara took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue over my length. I grabbed her head almost immediately as she sucked the soul out of me.Sara wasted no time after I came in her mouth. She got on top of me - and took me vaginally."Babe-""It's healed", she grumbled, rolled her hips almost immediately and furrowed her brows with a smile. "God yes! How I missed this!"Good grief,

"Deal", Michael had boxes in his arms turned his back to me. "Butt bump to seal the deal."I laughed but complied. We bumped our butts together. "What if we did our vows that way?", he asked."People would immediately go home", I laughed.It took us forever to pack even a fraction of our flat. As hours passed, we moved boxes to the front, packed things we wouldn't need today nor tomorrow.Michael went out at 8 to drive over to New Canaan to Mrs Ruth to get the keys, while I continued packing until 10 pm. We both called it quits for tonight and laid down.♡The next day we did the same - pack as much as we could the moment we got home.The moving company arrived at 7 pm sharp and started loading up the truck with all the furniture pieces and boxes. While Michael left me to supervise the movers, he went back inside to pack up the rest.At 9 pm we were on the road to New Canaan, our house.At 11 pm we arrived. My heart was swelling with happiness at the sight of our beauty.The guys wer

Sara's POVWith a huff, I wiped off the sweat off my forehead and took a good look at my now complete office.The big windows were everything to me. There were three windows in total here, two by my seating areas, one to my left as I sat on my desk. The one closest to the desk was the biggest one and looked out to our garden.After rearranging the books, decorative pieces and boxes over and over again, I finally was satisfied with the state of my own little room. I loved how the wooden dark table mashed with the modern office desk, I loved how the dark blue was the pop of colour the room had needed - before it had been too cutesy with the white and blush pink-Oh who cares? I'm just doing this to distract myself from my worries.I sighed and picked up my phone. Michael hadn't responded to the office pictures I had sent him, still in his therapy session.Anytime he kissed me goodbye to go to them, my heart dropped to my stomach and I got nervous. The anxious feeling lasted until he re

"You know what I went through?", the anger was thinning my voice.Dad was silent."Of course you don't, because you were never there." My heart twisted at how his face showed pain, but I was too angry to think and feel any further than that. "I felt unworthy. Unwanted. Poor. Dirty. Useless. I felt responsible for my brother's death. I felt responsible for your fights. I felt responsible for your divorce. I felt unloved. Hated. Unwanted."As I looked up again, dad was crying. "That's not true", his voice broke. "That's not true, son", he repeated. "I'm so, so indescribably proud of you Michael. I went against the law for you. I illegally went to your school plays, I sent money regularly to Victor for you, I went to your graduation, I buy your stocks daily, I support you the best I can. All those years, I tried my best to be with you."My heart dropped to my stomach. An empty feeling spread through my body."You and your lies.""I'm not lying, I swear." Dad wiped his tears away. New one

Michael's POVI shot a look at my phone. Still no answer, even 10 minutest later."Michael", my father's voice tore me from the phone. He folded his hands before him, with Christine's hand in between his.The constant devotion they showed to each other was something I had never seen between my parents. It had been clear Veronique had never felt with her heart. The way he played with her fingers, grazed her cheek with his knuckles, the way he leaned forward with puckered lips as he spoke to her - I grumbled inwardly. I acted the same way with Sara.Is there nothing I don't do like him!?Christine rested her head on his arm and he didn't budge for her comfort."Your mother and I didn't get along as well", my father stated the obvious while breathing out. "And I know you three knew that. Or you and Leon. It had started the moment you had been born. Marie and Gerard held you before I did and your mother went right back to work the moment she didn't have to feed you anymore. She didn't car