~WARNING: This chapter is not an ordinary smut. It includes very explicit scenes involving more than two people. Please skip this chapter if it's something you are not comfortable with.~
"Is it done?" Raymond's voice cut through the quiet of his office, low and commanding, as he slowly swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light.
"Yes, boss." His assistant stood straight, cautious with every word. "Ms. Meyer said she'll be waiting for you to finalize the deal."
Raymond arched a brow, his interest piqued. "Where?"
"In her penthouse, sir. She also mentioned… she'll be paying her debt to you there."
A slow, knowing smirk tugged at Raymond's lips. He tipped the glass back, draining the last of his whiskey in one go, the burn trailing down his throat like a promise. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, he reached for his suit jacket. "About damn time," he muttered, slipping it over his broad shoulders. "Have the driver pull the car up front."
