Millionaire Girlfriend

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 - Carl Turner

Carl Turner wasn’t the kind of person who liked complicated things.

In his mind, things either went his way, or they didn’t happen at all.

He had an enormous ego and carried himself as if he were above everyone else not because he was cruel, but because he genuinely believed he was exceptional. Even so, he was an absolute asshole to almost everyone around him.

"Ben! Buddy, did you finish those reports I asked you to do?" Carl asked his cousin Benjamin, who also happened to be his coworker... and his unofficial personal assistant.

"I couldn’t," Benjamin replied. "I’ve already got several files on my desk. Besides, if your father finds out I’m helping you again, I’m going to be in serious trouble."

Benjamin was a blond man in his late twenties with a calm, easygoing personality.

"Ben... Ben..." Carl said, casually draping an arm over his cousin’s shoulders.

"We’re practically brothers. Actually, we’re more than brothers as far as I’m concerned. We’re brothers and best friends. And brothers best friends are supposed to help each other out. Remember your first day here? I helped you score that cute accountant."

"I didn’t score her," Benjamin corrected him. "She quit because of sexual harassment."

"Yeah, but I helped you, didn’t I?" Carl said with a grin. "That’s the important part."

He gave Benjamin a playful pat on the cheek before walking away without giving him a chance to argue.

A moment later, Carl stepped into the elevator heading for the executive floor where his office was located.

Just before the doors closed, a hand stopped them.

His boss.

His father.

Clovis Turner.

Standing around six-foot-three, the blond man still had an imposing build despite being in his mid-fifties. His mere presence seemed to make the air inside the elevator heavier.

The instant Carl saw him, his heart tightened.

He was afraid of his father.

Ever since he was a child, Clovis had reminded him how incompetent he was. Eventually, he had even stripped Carl of his position as heir to the Turner family business.

"Good morning, Father," Carl said after several painfully awkward seconds.

As usual, Clovis briefly glanced at him before looking away again as though no one else was standing inside the elevator.

To most people, the gesture would have seemed cold.

To Carl...

...it was a relief.

If his father wasn’t speaking to him, it probably meant he hadn’t heard about the disaster with the Korean clients yet.

There was still time to fix everything.

Or make it even worse.

"Have a good day, Father," Carl said as Clovis stepped out of the elevator and walked toward an office on the opposite side of the hallway.

The second his father disappeared from sight, Carl hurried into his own office, completely ignoring the greeting from his elderly secretary.

He immediately grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

It rang only once.

"Hello," a man’s voice answered.

"Hey, this is Carl Turner. Clara Turner’s older brother. I need a huge favor."

"I already know why you’re calling," the person replied. "And the answer is no."

"Park and his colleagues filed a complaint saying your company sent a rude representative to discuss the contract renewal instead of Clara like usual. I assume you’re the rude representative they’re talking about, considering you’re already asking strangers for favors before even introducing yourself properly."

"I swear it was just a misunderstanding," Carl said.

"Look, why don’t I take you to dinner? We can talk it over. I’m sure we can work something out."

"Fine," the voice replied after a brief pause. "Come to my apartment. Thirty minutes."

"I suggest you don’t be late. I have work afterward."

"Thirty minutes?" Carl muttered after checking the address.

It was on the other side of the city.

He had only just arrived at his office.

"I’ll be there in twenty," he replied anyway, knowing he had no choice.

Twenty-eight minutes later, Carl stood in front of the apartment door.

He knocked.

A second later, the door opened.

Carl’s eyes widened for a split second.

"Jamie Moreau?" he asked.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" Jamie replied.

Jamie was a transgender woman with a curvy figure and a generous bust. Although her face still retained a few masculine features, she carried herself with confidence, and her slightly deep voice only added to her distinctive presence.

"No... no problem at all," Carl said quickly. "You look amazing."

It wasn’t the response he had planned, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Come in," Jamie said, unconvinced.

Carl stepped inside.

The apartment was spacious, modern, and surprisingly cozy.

"You have a beautiful place," he said, desperately searching for something polite to compliment.

"Thanks," Jamie replied. "Like I said, I’m busy, so let’s get to the point."

"Right."

Carl took a deep breath.

"I need you to talk to the Koreans for me. I know Clara managed to sign those contracts because you introduced her to one of them. You’re friends."

"I introduced them because Clara and I are friends," Jamie corrected him. "She’s the one who convinced them to do business with your company. She’s professional, respectful, and pleasant to work with."

She folded her arms.

"Unlike you."

"The way you’re speaking to me right now isn’t exactly helping your case, especially considering you’re the one asking for a favor."

Carl’s confident smile slowly faded.

For the first time since entering the apartment, he realized he wasn’t going to manipulate Jamie into helping him.

Which meant he’d have to tell his father.

And then watch Clovis look at him with disappointment all over again before handing the entire situation to Clara.

Carl swallowed his pride.

"Please," he said quietly as he gently took Jamie’s hand. "I’ll do anything you ask."

Jamie studied him in silence for a few seconds.

"Actually..." she said, taking a slow step closer.

"There is one thing you can do."

Before Carl had time to react, Jamie leaned forward and kissed him passionately.

Carl had never once imagined himself being intimate with anyone but women, yet he didn’t have much of a choice. Between sleeping with a transgender woman and enduring his father’s cruelty once again, he would choose the former without hesitation.

After a few seconds, Carl returned Jamie’s kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her full breasts firmly against his toned chest.

She rose onto her tiptoes, since Carl was about four inches taller than she was.

Then she crouched down and unzipped Carl’s pants, only to find, much to her surprise, that his dick was already fully erect. A smile spread across her lips as she took it into her mouth.

" Oh, shit.. " Carl let out an involuntary moan.

He never would have imagined that he could enjoy being sucked by someone who had once been a man. He had always believed he was one hundred percent straight.

With her full lips, Jamie skillfully sucks Carl’s dick , drawing quiet moans of pleasure from him.

She then pulled Carl’s pants all the way down to help him take them off, and he cooperated without the slightest hesitation.

Jamie stood up and turned around, allowing Carl to lower the zipper of her dress, and he did exactly that.

Contrary to what Carl had expected, Jamie had surprisingly curvy hips and a full figure.

She then slipped off her underwear. Carl’s eyes widened when he saw Jamie’s penis.

She kissed him again before gently taking his hand and placing it on her lower part.

It was the first time Carl had ever touched another person’s penis, but he was familiar with his own body, so he instinctively knew what to do.

He began to masturbate Jamie, and she let out soft moans between their kisses.

Then Jamie led him over to the couch and sat down with her legs spread apart, exposing boner and her asshole and silently inviting Carl to take the next step.

After moistening herself with a bit of saliva, Jamie looked up at Carl.

Carl put his dick in Jamie’s ass, which offers a little resistance at first before giving way without any trouble.

Carl hadn’t expected it to feel so warm and so pleasurable inside another man.

He lifts Jamie’s leg to make himself more comfortable, then begins a long back-and-forth motion.

At one point, the sensation overwhelmed him so much that he leaned down to kiss Jamie.

He then turned Jamie around and continued to fuck her ass from behind. He let out a soft groan each time his hips met Jamie’s soft curves.

He slid one hand between Jamie’s legs to masturbate once again her dick while maintaining the same rhythm, moving his hand and hips in unison.

A few minutes later, they both came and collapsed onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

"I’ve got to ask..Do you fuck a trans woman often? Because you’re surprisingly good at it" Jamie said with a teasing smile. "

"No, That was my first time... and my last." Carl replied as he got to his feet.

"I don’t think you can come back from something like that," Jamie said as she stood up as well. She stepped closer and gave Carl another lingering kiss.

Just like that...

Carl had managed to fix his mistake.

When he handed the renewed contract to his father, Clovis looked at him with genuine surprise, as though he had fully expected Carl to fail once again.

Instead, against all expectations...

He had succeeded.

"You may leave now," Clovis said after carefully reviewing the contract.

It wasn’t much.

But they were the kindest words Carl’s father had spoken to him in years.

Carl couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Still, he had paid an unusual price to achieve that success.

A price he knew he would never be able to erase from his memory.

He stepped into the elevator and went down one floor.

Without bothering to knock, he walked straight into his wife’s office.

"Carl?" Lucinda looked up from the paperwork spread across her desk. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Carl didn’t answer her. He made her stand up from her chair and then turned her around.

He then lifted his wife’s skirt, noticing strangely that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, but Carl’s mind was elsewhere and he didn’t bother worrying about that detail

He then fucked her from behind, still without a single word leaving his mouth, and Lucinda offered no resistance. Quite the opposite she was already very wet.

Carl fucked her hard until he came inside her.

He then pulled his pants back up and left the office as if nothing had happened.

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