The Billionaire From Philly

Victor wasn’t far behind her, and Danielle was just aware enough to feel him shudder against her as the first sticky-slick gush of his orgasm splashed deep inside of her pussy. They

continued moving together, both of them trying to milk the moment for everything it was worth, kissing each other haphazardly as their climaxes deepened.

Danielle tried to hold onto her orgasm as long as possible, but after maybe five minutes—that felt like an hour—she was spent, and Victor was too, both of them collapsing to the bed in a tangled heap of humanity, cream-white and sepia limbs draped over and around each other.

They both panted and gasped for breath, and Danielle’s pulse hammered in her ears, for a second or two, deafening her—but she didn’t care. For the moment, she felt as if everything were right in the world, and that was what was most important.

The Final Chapter

Victor followed Danielle as she stepped into the District Attorney’s office, knowing that what she was about to do was one of the hardest things she could do—at least, it would become the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life up until that point.

They’d sat on the recording for about a month, trying to decide what to do with it. Since Sam had thought that he’d destroyed the recording and the device together, he had limited himself to sulky messages and calls to Danielle about how she’d betrayed him, and for a while, Victor knew, she’d been grappling with a sense of guilt—no matter how misplaced it was—over having done it. He took a deep breath.

“I wanted to make sure you know, whatever you decide to do—even if you decide to back out, I’ll be with you,” he murmured in Danielle’s ear. She flashed him a quick smile and then turned her attention onto the DA.

“I have to do this,” she said quietly. Victor nodded, giving her hand a squeeze, and they both moved to sit down across from the district attorney. He was a middle-aged man, as they tended to be, dressed in a slightly rumpled suit, hair starting to gray at the temples, and glasses perched on his nose making his dark eyes look bigger than usual.

“I understand that you wanted to talk to me about a crime?” Danielle nodded and Victor saw her take a deep breath. It helped, he was sure, that she was dressed just as stylishly as she would have been for work: a Marc Jacobs dress, a pair of Jimmy Choo heels, making her look as respectable as humanly possible.

“I want you to understand—I’m not doing this for bad reasons,” Danielle said.

“If you’re here to talk about a crime that’s been committed, I can’t imagine there being a bad reason for it,” the DA said with a slight, encouraging smile.

“My brother is a member of the Bey family,” Danielle told the man. “His name is Sam.” The prosecutor’s smile fell slightly, and his eyes widened.

“You know this for a fact, and you’re coming to me? What about, specifically?” Danielle glanced at Victor, and Victor gave her hand another squeeze.

“I’m working for Mr. Andersson here,” Danielle said. “I coordinate his charitable efforts, and my brother has used that to help him commit a crime, against my will.”

“This sounds very complex,” the DA said, sitting back slightly. “Why don’t you begin at the beginning, and explain it all to me, and we can talk about how this will move forward.”

Danielle did as she was asked, and Victor chimed in on the details he needed to verify; she told about getting the job with Victor—but not about the situation that prompted him to give her a job—and about what it included apart from their sex life together. She got to the part of the story where she recorded the conversation with her brother, and Victor saw the attorney stiffen; recorded conversations were an iffy place in the law.

“She recorded a conversation taking place in a public area,” Victor explained quickly. “Fully legal to do it that way.” The prosecutor nodded slowly.

“And in this conversation, he admitted to getting you involved in essentially a money laundering scheme against your will, and without your knowledge?” Danielle nodded.

“He says—you can hear it in the recording—that he did it basically to punish me for not telling him about my new job, and my relationship with Victor.” She glanced at him.

“And why would that be cause for punishment? I just want to have all the facts in hand so that I know that we can press this case,” the DA explained. Victor leaned forward slightly and decided to take over for a bit.

“I have had some business dealings—legitimate ones—with Nikolai Sokolov,” he explained. “Nothing to do with money laundering or any of that family’s other...non-wholesome pursuits.”

“There is, of course, a file on Sokolov family holdings,” the district attorney said, nodding.

“The Bey family offered me investment and funding early on in building my business,” Victor continued. “And now he was wanting for Danielle to present business opportunities to me for investment—evidently he was less than honest with her about the nature of them. She refused.” The DA nodded again and sat back a little further in his seat.

“This seems like it’s a fairly complicated situation,” he said after a moment. “But you do have him on record not just saying that he tricked you into making those donations, but also that—unbeknownst to you at the time you worked on Mr. Andersson’s behalf to make them—they were and are money laundering schemes, beneath their charitable exterior?” Danielle nodded.

“Beyond what he told me, I don’t know,” she admitted. “We’ve implemented a few new measures to make sure that I’m not caught out this way again, but I decided recently that it isn’t worth the risk anymore. I think...as much as I love my brother...that he needs to face consequences for this.”

“I’m sure you were aware that holding onto this information would—normally—be considered obstruction,” the prosecutor said, looking at each of them in turn.

“We were aware,” Victor said. “Though, I think you’d find it hard to get a jury to convict at least Danielle on that score.” The DA smiled wryly.

“Protecting a brother is generally a fairly easy defense,” the attorney agreed. “And on your side, of course, you have enough money that it would be difficult to get any kind of petty criminal charge like that to stick to you.” Victor smiled at the man.

“I am assuming that by coming forward voluntarily you’re willing to give us immunity on that charge,” Danielle said. “I would think you wouldn’t mention it that way if you were actually going to try it.”