Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 99: Do Not Disturb [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

"Wait for me here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear, before reluctantly pulling out of her warmth.

His cock remained red-hot and heavy, throbbing with the same fury rolling through him as he strode toward the door.

"Keep Juho Maley in the room for ten more minutes, and do not call me again during those ten minutes," he snapped through the door, his voice sharp enough to send a cold shiver straight into the spine of the man standing behind it.

"Y-yes, sir!" the poor man stammered before hurrying back into the room next door, likely already realizing exactly what kind of activity he had just interrupted behind that thin door layer.

With his subordinate finally gone, Charles let out a sharp, irritated exhale and dragged a hand down his face.

He had finally gotten to touch his songbird after a month and a half of jerking himself off to sleep. And now God decided to cut him cold when he’d barely even warmed up?

"Tsk. Unbelievable," he muttered, striding back toward the couch.

He was already mentally smacking himself for locking the door so carefully, yet so carelessly forgetting to give the simplest order of all: do not disturb unless he told them to.

Over on the couch, Kaija had hurriedly pulled her skirt down, smoothing it back into place, her panties adjusted neatly as though nothing had happened.

"Shall we get going then?" she asked, eyeing the stormy look on his face with caution. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"We’re going," he grumbled, stopping right in front of her.

Then the grumble shifted into a strangely earnest plea. "But before we do... could you help me clean myself up a bit? Otherwise, I’m concerned your juices will get on my pants when I put it on and they will show on the black fabric for the rest of the day."

Her brow twitched violently as she glared up at him. What sort of clumsy excuse for a blowjob was that?

His cock hung at her eye level now, coated in a thin, slick sheen. Still hard, heavy, and swollen, like a fully loaded weapon. Only that this weapon that had been denied the right to fire.

"You sure you can finish in just ten minutes?" she asked, lifting one brow. She knew damn well he could go way longer than just that.

"I’m not finishing," he replied with a faint smirk, brushing a thumb across her lips. "But ten minutes is enough for me to enjoy the warmth of your pretty little mouth for a reasonable while."

With a faint smirk back, she stuck out her tongue, and gave the glistening tip of his cock a slow, teasing lick.

Soon, her lips parted, stretching around him as she eased him deeper, his heat pressing along the warm, soft walls of her mouth.

He barely held back a heavy groan. It wasn’t even her first time pleasing him like this, but the sight of his cock vanishing between her pretty peachy lips was something he knew he’d savor every single time.

He started pushing forward slowly, and with great effort, forcing himself to hold back from losing control and pounding the back of her throat raw. Even so, his length still grazed too deeply now and then, making her flinch.

Each time it happened, she would lift her gaze at him, eyes shimmering with involuntary tears, brow furrowing in a sulky glare that made him want to "accidentally" hit the back of her throat a few more times just to see it again.

"I’m sorry, baby," he murmured with a quiet chuckle, his thumbs brushing beneath her eyes to wipe away the tears gathering there.

"I... I think it’s clean enough now," she said at last, letting him slip free from her lips, panting heavily from the effort. "Was that... enough for you?"

Another soft chuckle escaped him as he leaned down, catching her mouth in a slow, indulgent kiss. "Of course it’s not. But I suppose our ten minutes are up. Let’s go then."

Soon, they took care of whatever mess they’d made in the waiting room, and made their way to the interrogation room next door.

At the lone table, the five men tasked with the interrogation sat on the same side, their expressions as severe as the job they had just carried out.

When Charles walked in, with Kaija right behind him, all five got to their feet, their movements minimal as they greeted their boss.

On the other end of the table, Juho sat with his back lazily slouched against the chair, both legs propped up on the table, his full attention absorbed in some shooting game he was grinding on his phone.

"You owe me ten extra minutes of my time. Add that to this month’s pay slip, alright?" he muttered, eyes glued to the screen. "OT pay rate. I insist."

"Got anything useful from him?" Charles asked the man standing closest to the door, the same poor man who had interrupted his private time earlier.

"Sir, the information he provided matches what we’ve already acquired on Isota and his activities," the man replied steadily. "With what we’ve learned from him, we can begin sending our reporters to infiltrate trafficking routes connected directly to Isota and acquire more solid evidence this time."

"Which is an absolutely idiotic idea that I’ve already opposed, yet your men still insist on pushing forward to you, my friend."

Juho raised a hand lazily, his voice dripping with contempt. "Why send your noisy, clueless subordinates everywhere and scare the shit out of the poor old man before I can get something actually useful for our mutual purpose?"

"Like what?" Charles asked, one brow lifting.

"Like I promised, mate, evidence none of your reporters could ever acquire." Juho spread both hands in exasperation, finally locking his screen and pushing his phone aside.

He leaned forward over the table, arms crossed as he stared up at Charles, green eyes dulled with fatigue after answering what felt like a thousand stupid questions.

"Evidence like surveillance footage, from the main house where all distribution takes place, to the production house where the pills are made. All with Simo Isota’s full HD face strolling around in it.

Delivery receipts with his signature. Payment receipts connected directly to his accounts and his sons’. Mate, seriously, what evidence could top those?"

Charles took the chair at the head of the table, finally interested in what Juho had to say. "When can you deliver them?" he asked, watching every shift in Juho’s expression.

"Maximum one month," Juho replied easily, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"And the conditions in return?"

Juho lifted one finger between them. "I want a witness protection program from the intelligence service, which I know you can get for me with your lovely, widespread connections."

Then a second finger. "And I want a safe place to live until the whole case is over. That might take no less than a year. And the place must meet my living standards. By my living standards, I insist on something similar to yours, Kosonen. And it must be inside the city so I can continue my passionate pursuits."

"Acceptable," Charles said with a short nod after considering for a few seconds. "Anything else?"

"Nope, that’s it," Juho shrugged. "I’m a perfectly simple and reasonable man, you see."

"Good," Charles replied, as if he’d been waiting for that. "Here’re my conditions for providing those two things you’re asking for, along with a guarantee that Simo Isota will stay behind bars for a long time, along with his sons."

He lifted one finger. "First, you deliver everything you mentioned, without a single item missing, within one month at most."

A second finger rose, and his voice cooled sharply. "Second, you can keep pretending you’re some photographer here until you manage to deliver those things. But once you’re done and the Simo Isota case reopens, you are to end any contract you currently have with KE. Effective immediately."