The Unfeasibly Tall Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Martyr-Complex Secretary Mistress Bride, Chapter Four

Here it is, Chapter Four in The Unfeasibly Tall Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Martyr-Complex Secretary Mistress Bride. These are Teh Rules:

1. Chapters are posted at the authors' sites and at Tumperkin's place, she who is the founder of our hilarity feast.

2. Each chapter must contain a minimum of three elements from the title (examples: unfeasibly tall, Greek billionaire, martyr-complex, secretary, etc.).

3. Max 750 words per chapter.

4. No surprise vampires.

5. One point for every time:

- Molly indulges her martyr complex
- Nico mentions his belief that Molly's a whore
- Nico cuts Molly off mid-sentence
- Make a reference to the global hummus industry

6. Ten points for every time you use one of the following phrases

- To her consternation, Molly's nipples hardened
- What was the point? Nico never believed her!
- He came, roaring his pleasure

You can catch up on the story by reading chapters one (Tumperkin), two (Carolyn Jean), and three (Kate).


Chapter Four

Molly answered the door, chenille bathrobe cinched around her infinitesimal waist, and accepted the bottle of icy champagne. When the door closed, she slipped off the robe and walked naked to where the unfeasibly tall CEO of a global hummus empire sprawled on the bed. Virile and gorgeous, Nico made her feel super naughty.

"Nico, I--"

His eyes never left her mouth as she sipped the bubbly liquid. "Come here, my pet," he rasped, his manhood flaring to life.

Oh, yes. Again!

"But we should--"

"I want you. Never deny me your bountiful-yet-trim body."

To her consternation, her nipples hardened. No! No longer! She liked how her body felt with Nico.

He dragged her onto the satin duvet. After drinking deeply of the champagne, he pushed her legs open. She fought a ferocious blush, riding waves of pleasure as his mouth closed over her wet feminine core.

"What are you--?"

"You're sweeter than strawberries, more potent than champagne."

"Oh, Nico! I can't--"

"I must have you!" He drove between her legs, riding her with aching tenderness. He came, roaring his pleasure. A thundering release crashed over Molly.

* * *

Deliciously sated, Molly remembered the orphans. She needed to prove she was more than a mere secretary. She could discuss her plans, but what was the point? Nico never believed her!

But what he did with his mouth…! To her consternation, her nipples hardened. Thoughts of their lovemaking were so distracting!

She grabbed the talcum powder and spied Nico's wallet. Oh, he would want to help the orphans, too. He would love them as she did! He might even love...but no.

She sighed. Would she ever be worthy?

* * *

Nico awoke. His massive manhood throbbed, needing the soft, slick comfort of his dear Molly. But the hotel room echoed a deafening silence. She was gone!

He dressed quickly, pulling on the socks Sister Helena had knitted for him. He wore them for luck during conferences and hostile hummus takeovers. Her socks reminded him of his humble roots as an orphan.

But he was a billionaire Greek CEO now. He would never go hungry again!

Suddenly pensive, he sought the reassuring comfort of the dozen $100 bills he kept for global hummus industry emergencies. The money was gone!

His head throbbing as hard as his phallus, he remembered the champagne. She must have drugged him and stolen his money. She probably even faked her virginity, the sneaky, lying whore!

He glanced at his platinum Rolex. The global hummus conference was in six hours. He should forget Molly, but he wanted to punish her. She made him feel...tingly. And...something else.

That dirty, delicious whore. She could've learned a thing or two from a good woman like Sister Helena. No matter. He would break Molly Ordinary. He would possess her again and again. And for the 100 Flavors of Hummus presentation, his whoring "fiancé" would work the damned PowerPoint.

* * *

Molly reached the construction site where workers had nearly completed the new orphanage/chapel/bingo hall. Father Apollo greeted her, smiling broadly. Never one to give a shirtless man a second glace, Molly couldn't help but notice how Father Apollo deserved his title as Greece's Hottest Priest. Three years running!

To her consternation, her nipples hardened. Father Apollo's rippling torso only reminded her of Nico--her tall, wonderful Nico.

"Father Apollo! I have the talcum powder!"

"Molly, you're so good," he said, sweeping her into a brotherly hug. "I've been telling the orphans of your wonderful gift. It soothes and cools, you say?"

"Yes!"

"Let's dance to celebrate!"

Music started up. "But how?"

Father Apollo grinned. "Little Michael Grecopholotopolis wants to be a big band leader. All the children play instruments!"

Everyone danced and twirled like a big fat Greek family.

"Molly!" Nico roared.

She spun in Father Apollo arms, clutching his bare, bulging bicep to ease her girlish dizziness. "Nico! I'm so happy you're--"

"Shut up, my breathtaking whore." He turned to Father Apollo. "And you, Turk, release my fiancé!"

Such dark power raged behind his eyes, eyes usually devoted to the glorious pursuit of hummus perfection. To her consternation, her nipples hardened.

"Nico, this is Fath--"

"No! I fell for your lies. I--" Nico's voice cracked.

Her heart leapt. "What, Nico? What do you--?"

"I am Nico Lefkas. I do not lose. Ever. You will be mine."

"What do you--?"

"Choose, Molly. Marry me, or I close this orphanage. Forever."

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Tune in sometime next week, after RT, when Ann will have Chapter Five.