Threads: The Island - part 14

The meeting had lasted nearly three hours. Mister Crowler had read them Danny Tripps' last will and testament, a lengthy document that had taken up forty one pages in total and then he'd gone through each item on each page, answering questions from the three stunned siblings.

"Do you want to read it?" Kyle asked, nodding towards his copy of the will in its binder on the table.

She shook her head. "I helped write it. I can tell you it's had one hundred and fourteen revisions that I know about."

"Fuck me," Kyle muttered. He knew about document control and records management from his work, but a document with a hundred and fourteen revisions belonged in Government.

Threads: The Island - part 12

"Sure."

"Well, after this we go back to the suite. You get changed and we go to the dock to meet Katie and Kara."

Kyle swallowed nervously, feeling the nerves rise again in his stomach suddenly.

Patricia leaned forward and looked him in the eye. "It'll be fine. Now, immediately after they get off the boat, the three of you are meeting with Mister Crowler to have the will read to you. That's probably going to take a while by the time he runs through it all with you."

"Okay. Not looking forward to that, but okay."

Threads: The Island - part 11

"You're joking," Kyle said, but from her expression he could see she was serious. "And that's how I'm meant to live my life?"

"Kyle, is there something wrong with dating someone beautiful, talented and successful?" Patricia asked, an amused smile on her face.

Kyle shook his head, finding this conversation a bit much. "I think I'm getting irritable. I'm going to try and have that sleep now, I think."

"Good idea," Patricia nodded. "I'll wake you in a few hours."

Threads: The Island - part 10

"I have accommodation that I share with Lakshmi, one of the other Executive Assistants. It's just to the left as you go out the main house, but because of.... everything that's going on, I'll be staying in your suite."

Kyle cocked an eyebrow at that.

"If that's okay with you, of course?" She added. "Your suite has two en-suite bedrooms in it, as well as a dressing room, office and lounge area. Plus there's the balcony."

"Holy shit," Kyle muttered. "It's the whole floor?"

She nodded, smiling. "Taking a bit of getting used to?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

Threads: The Island - part 9

Kyle nodded and looked around for something to wash the pill down with. He found a bottle of water in the galley and took the pill, then joined Patricia on the sofa.

"This boat's something," She said, a warning note in her voice. "You want to be seated when it opens up."

"Should we go upstairs?" Kyle suggested. The boat had really got his attention and he wanted to see what it was like.

"Sure," Patricia nodded and they headed out the back and up the stairs.

Threads: The Island - part 8

"There was an article in Forbes earlier this year and they cited that there are over twelve hundred billionaires in the world now. When Mister Tripps died the number went down by one, but now it's gone up by three. As such you'll be a public figure and you'll be photographed by the paparazzi every time you go out in public." She shrugged. "At least for a while."

"Mister Crowler mentioned something about that," Kyle said, his tone distinctily unenthusiastic.

"So as a result we have to manage your image, make sure you look like what people would expect from the son of Danny Tripps. Someone confident, cool, smart. Stylists like Margaret will take care of what you wear, how your hair is styled, etc, but what kind of shape you're in will require some work."

Threads: The Island - part 7

Kyle chuckled. "Good one."

"No, seriously." Caroline nodded, her face earnest.

Kyle took a swig of his beer and casually glanced over to the booth where two girls were watching him. They jerked their eyes away quickly and began to giggle.

"Want me to get them in the back of the limo for you?"

Kyle burst out laughing. "You sound like my pimp."

Threads: The Island - part 6

As his finger tip brushed it lightly, Julietta moaned in his mouth and pushed back a little further with her pelvis, tilting it and pushing, arching her back and pressing her buttocks into his lower stomach, seeking him, wanting him inside.

They broke their kiss, each breathing hard inches away from the other. Kyle knew he was fully inside her and he was almost delirious with pleasure, but his only desire was to make sure she felt the same.

His finger slid a little lower, feeling the natural moisture on his cock as Julietta slowly moved her hips back and forth on him. Kyle coated the tip of his finger with it, then dragged it back up to her little pleasure-nub.

Threads: The Island - part 5

"Sometimes he's a total asshole," He muttered.

"Now that's a bad case of stating-the-obvious you've got there, Kyle," Julietta said. He could see she wanted to ask a question of him.

"Did he tell you about the girl who looked like you?" Kyle asked, figuring he might as well cut to the chase.

She nodded. "He said you thought she was me?"

"Yeah, I thought that at first, so I asked another dancer but she said Sahara couldn't swim, so it couldn't be her at the waterpark," Kyle explained as he saw Julietta snigger. "Excellent stripper name, huh?"

Threads: The Island - part 4

With the lightest of touches, her hands spread his knees apart, and her head darted between his legs, down low, almost under his balls, and he felt her nose touching the material of his trousers.

"Holy fuck," he growled, his breathing deep, his cock straining tight against the inner leg of his trousers as she moved her head around his groin.

Sahara's tongue darted out a moment later, right at the bottom of his button-fly, pressing through the denim on the base of his shaft, then slowly probing along the length of his cock, it's bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimes above, sometimes below, but always in contact until her tongue met the tip of his trapped erection.

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