Mr Edwards, CEO - Part 3

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Mr. Edwards, CEO - Part 3


Noah waited for Mr. Edwards to finish telling him what time he wanted the legal team to meet today, then he looked at the incoming caller ID on his phone and held up a finger indicating to his boss that he needed a moment to take the call.

"Norton," Noah began, addressing the luxury building's doorman, "I already gave you today's list of visitors and no one is due until this evening." Noah knew packages and anything else were automatically attended to by the staff, a call from the front desk was unusual.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chambers but I have a very persistent guest here," Norton offered in a mildly distressed tone.

"At 6:15 a.m. Really?"

"I know, I've put him off twice yesterday, I had your instructions, but this one keeps coming back. I thought you should know."

"Who is it?," Noah asked.

"That tall Italian guy from last Monday evening. The looker. I was on duty last Monday, I remembered him."

Noah rolled his eyes and sighed, which caught Mr. Edwards attention. "What?," his employer stated more than asked.

"Antonio, last Mondays evening amusement is in the lobby, apparently his third visit. I imagine he wants access and is doing his best to charm the doorman, to no avail."

Mr. Edwards quietly chuckled, "Oh that one. He didn't want to accept any payment at the end of the night, he was hoping for a marriage proposal and an invitation to pick out china patterns?"

Noah let a small smile cross his face, more at the fact that Mr. Edwards made a very rare joke than at the situation with the moonstruck hooker. "Another one, this really is becoming a bad habit," Noah playfully admonished his boss.

"Yes, unfortunately it is." Mr. Edwards returned to another set of hanging leg lifts, with four sets of weights strapped to each ankle. His response enough for Noah to know what to do.

"Norton, please make it clear to the gentleman that his services here will not be needed again, he is not to return to the premises under any circumstances, and if he does return the police will be called to escort him out."

"Got it."

"Thanks." Noah ended the call and returned to his daily note taking routine with the boss. "So, while we're on that topic, any specific requests for tomorrow's amusement? Any repeat guests you'd like to invite back or?"

"Something different. Surprise me."

"Not a problem," Noah made some notations on his Ipad, then asked, "and what about the Bodyguard applicants, you haven't had any new ones in awhile?"

"True. It does seem rather pointless," he stated as a fact, one that Noah couldn't disagree with, especially watching the almost naked, jock clad man putting his extraordinary body through it's morning paces. "Unless you find someone exceptional, we can skip it."

Noah nodded and made more notes. A thought occurred to him, there was a set of bodybuilding identical twins on one of his lists, with martial arts training and a reputation for selling sexual favors on the side. The pair might make an interesting choice for Mr. Edwards nightly company, and possibly qualify for the bodyguard position at the same time. A two for one prospect. He knew the man who liked to be continually challenged would appreciate this appointment. Noah made a note to book it later in the day.
Mr. Edwards moved on to the Smith machine and cross over cable rows, and Noah took a moment to look at the deeply etched striations of the working chest muscles before telling himself he had work to do, and pulling his attention back where it belonged.

"Are you feeding the lawyers today?," Noah asked, back to business.

"No, they need to stay hungry." Mr. Edwards smiled, but whether from what he'd just said or the sight of his own growing chest, Noah wasn't sure.


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"Good night Carmichael, I'll finish up here," Noah said to Mr. Edwards' butler as he started to leave the suite for the servant's quarters on the floor below.

"Good night Mr. Chambers," the butler said with the merest of bows as he turned and left Noah and the two large guests.

"Gentlemen, I think I hear Mr. Edwards now, excuse me please. Oh, and once again, try to remember, no swearing." Both men shrugged their shoulders indifferently at the odd reminder.

"Yeah whatever," one of the 250 pound twins answered back, pulling at the black posers riding up his well shaped ass cheek. He turned to his similarly clad brother and squeezed some more baby oil onto his hand and started working it across his twins thick slabs of back muscle where the other was unable to reach.

Noah walked towards the door, adjusting the overhead lighting so that a strong pin spot shone down on the two glistening behemoths. Mr. Edwards turned the corner, already pulling at the tie of his black tuxedo then seeing the evenings entertainment waiting for him as if on stage. He looked over at Noah for a moment and grinned.

"Oh well done Chambers, this should be fun."

"Thank you sir." Noah left the three playmates to themselves, glancing back as he left the suite to see Mr. Edwards already pulling off his jacket eagerly.

The twins knew what was expected of them, and both started slowly going through a competition style bodybuilding posing routine. The even did it in unison, clearly used to displaying themselves together, side by side. It invited comparison, but they were remarkably well matched, both men would be at home on any heavyweight competition stage and any judge would have a hard time choosing one over the other. As their show continued it soon changed direction when the two brothers turned towards each other and began to touch each other's flexing muscles, softly stroking, then entwining themselves as they began to make out. It was hot, there was no question the sight of these two monsters locked together and now sporting equally impressive large hard cocks that fought there way out of the small matching posers. Each dick head glistening with baby oil from rubbing between the greased up washboards.

"That's certainly a hot start to the evening boys," Mr. Edwards interrupted ,"but don't you think it's time to let daddy join the party?" He'd already let his tux jacket fall to the floor behind him and had begun to undo his shirt buttons when impatience won out and he took a fistful of shirt in each hand and simply tore the stiff white cotton off like it was tissue paper. His perfectly tanned honey colored skin glowed in the spot lights above them, unlike the paler sun starved brothers who's skin, under these overhead lights, showed the tell tale bumps and unavoidable traces of acne brought on from years of steroid abuse, the baby oil highlighting the imperfections even more. Mr. Edwards flawless richly hued skin made his formidable musculature even more pronounced. His size was equal to the two hookers who were so used to showing off their own wares, and seeing that Mr. Edwards was clearly their senior by at least a decade or two it made it all the more mind boggling an unveiling.

One of the twins, who broke the lip lock with his brother when he heard the shirt tearing open, turned and said without thinking, "Holy shit, look at the mother-fucking body on Pops here! Christ almighty you look like some jacked up twenty year old dude.

"Fuck man, you are shittin' me here with this," the brother joined in, "that is one ass kicking bitchin' damn body. Sweeeeet."

"What say we take sum'a that prime ass for a?." he wasn't able to finish his sentence. The vice like grip of a well tanned pair of hands took him off his feet and threw him head over heels across the length of the living room. His brother saw the look of shock on his own face as he saw himself flying face first into the plate glass mirror on the wall fifteen feet behind him.

The floodgates had opened.

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The legal team consisted of no less than twenty lawyers and they were spread out around the conference room table. The meeting had been going on for two thirds of the day and outside the sun was already setting. Noah hadn't gone in at all, and only spoke with Mr. Edwards a few times over the intercom. These monthly, then weekly, then almost daily meetings had started nearly a year ago and were now about to come to an end. When Mr. Edwards stood up, he smiled, a big showy smile, one that was seldom seen on his face, then he shook hands with two of the senior lawyers and left the meeting. Noah watched through the plate glass wall and saw Mr. Edwards heading back to his office. Instinctively he got up and followed him in, then stood waiting for any instructions before he left for the day.

"We're done." Mr. Edwards announced.

"Yes, I gathered that," Noah wrinkled his brow indicating that was obvious.

"No. I mean, 'we're done'," his boss said again, giving the phrase a bit more emphasis this time.

Now Noah's eyebrows raised up together, "Done?"

"Done."

"What do you mean done?"

"Done. Over. Ended. Sold. I sold the company."

"What!!?"

"Well, sold my majority shares, same thing. I'm out."

Noah let that sink in. He was processing the news quickly, but it had come out of left field, and it was difficult to wrap his head around what had just happened, and must have been happening for the last few months, at least. "Wow," was all he could offer.

"I think it's time for some radical changes."

"Obviously," Noah said dryly, more out of shock than anything else.

"I apologize I didn't give you any warning of this, but I needed to keep this information?" he paused, "?protected. But now that the deal is done, we're out of here."

"We," Noah asked. "I still have a job then."

"Of course, why wouldn't you? You're my assistant, not the corporations. I don't think I could run my life without you Chambers, nor would I want to."

"Thank you sir." Noah spoke on automatic. His head was swimming with the revelation and wondering what exactly was the game plan here. What was Mr. Edwards going to do with his life? How could someone go from a ridiculously busy CEO of a huge corporation, who had nearly every hour of every day filled, to a 'non-working' person? Was he still going to sit on the board of all those countless organizations and charities? Was he taking on something new? Traveling? Retiring? Taking up a sport?

Noah laughed to himself, thinking a 'sport', like golf or tennis, would be ridiculous for someone who trained like a marathon olympian and an ultimate fighting champion. He'd be more likely to take up Navy Seal training or some lethal martial arts. The thought of which now made Noah think of the phone call he got last night from Mr. Edwards butler.

Noah looked across the desk at Mr. Edwards and asked, "About last night??"

"Ah yes, that. I do apologize. Things clearly got a bit out of hand."

"You think?," Noah couldn't hold back his sarcasm. Things like last night, well, they were escalating. It was becoming an ugly, repeated occurrence, and frankly, scared the hell out of him.

"Yes, as I said, I do apologize. How are the gentlemen?"

"They'll be alright. Your doctor and the hospital is handling it with discretion." Noah looked at Mr. Edwards with the kind of scowl a parent would give a wayward child.
"This really mustn't happen again."

"I know you're quite right Chambers. We'll need to work on that." Mr. Edwards had unconsciously slid his hand underneath his necktie and was stroking his thick chest muscle through his shirt, absentmindedly.

"Yes," Noah said with more volume than he intended, "Yes, we will have to work on that, along with a few other things."

"What would I do without you Chambers?"

Noah wondered that too.

[iceman75]

Interesting twists and turns here, man. I mean first he totally destroys one of the brothers for swearing, then he sells his share of his company. I am definitely interested in seeing where this goes from here.

[danilupoa]

Nice! keep going. Show more muscle domination.