Is this destiny?

Zula wondered, why does she feel wet?

It was sudden and her mind was spinning, but she is confident that her panties and pajamas didn't come off. Did she pee herself? Ah, that would be super-embarrassing.

She reached under the cover, between her legs, under her pajama, and she touched her panties which are soaking wet. Her whole body jolted at that touch. She was never this sensitive!

Zula wanted to touch under the panties, but Ron is right next to her. She will check herself when she goes to the bathroom to shower.

Zula got her hand out from under the cover and examined it, well, at least it's not blood and it does not smell like pee either. 

Ron observed Zula and he was not sure what excites him more: the fact that they kissed and touched and that both had an orgasm, or the fact that it was her first, or that not a single image of his trauma came to his mind… Probably all of it.

He didn't see her hand under the cover, but he has a fairly good idea where it went.

Ron was amused by the fact that she just touched herself in front of him and that she is examining her hand. She is so innocent, and she trusts him, and he got a mischievous idea. "Can I check?" 

Zula looked at Ron with confusion obvious on her face. What kind of question is that?

Ron licked his lips nervously. "I… what we did… was good, right?"

Zula responded with a nod. The electrical storm in her body took her by surprise but she can't deny that it made her feel good.

"My mind was clear, and I was focused on us. I wonder… if I touch you now… will it still be the same?"

Zula inhaled a shaky breath. It's not that she does not want him to touch her, she thought about it so many times before. But admitting it... is embarrassing.

"OK…", she responded with a whisper.

"Close your eyes and part your legs." Ron instructed and he was happy that Zula obeyed.

Zula felt the cover moving, and then there was a slight tug on the elastic of her pajama bottom… and a whimper of surprise escaped her when his fingers moved between her folds. She thought that he will do it OVER her panties! And why is his hand still there? He checked already!

"Mmm…" Ron hummed in satisfaction. "You are wet."

Zula opened her mouth to protest, but the familiar sparks were coursing through her veins and instead of telling him to stop, she gasped and then moaned and then he kissed her and her hips moved to meet his hand and she was lost in another electrical storm which was more violent than the previous one.

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8:31 AM

Ron got out of Zula's room with a big smile on his face.

The morning started with him and Zula kissing and grinding which unexpectedly made him aware that he can enjoy with Zula without his emotional scars resurfacing.

Now that he thinks about it, it must be that this position of power over people who mistreated him is readjusting his mindset. The bad memories are not gone, but it feels like he has control over them, he can tell them to stay in the past where they belong because his future is with Zula, and it's a future where he is in charge and no one will be able to hurt him anymore. And it's not just him and Zula; it's Allen and Julius and Sarah and Aiden and everyone at the Cliffside Villa, and even Jeffrey White is supporting him. Yes, this must be it. The feeling that no one can control him because he knows that he is capable, and he has his girlfriend and friends who are by his side. He is not alone.

Ron smiled when he remembered that he touched Zula's flower and made her come one more time. She is so cute!

They held each other and kissed, and he is ecstatic about the upcoming vacation when all this mess with his revenge will be over.

For the vacation, he will plan for something romantic and memorable and then… they can go all the way; he knows that Zula is looking forward to it as well. It will be perfect.

Ron would stay longer with Zula in the bed, but the breakfast is at nine o'clock after which they will go to tour the factory and stores in this town.

This will be Ron's big debut in front of the townsfolk. Ron wants everyone to know that he is back and that this time, he has the power.

Ron was about to enter his room when he heard the voice calling…

"Ron?"

Ron saw his father walking toward him.

"You are sleeping with your assistant?" Mr. Heine asked.

Ron chuckled while wondering, why did he assume that Zula is his assistant? All four of them introduced themselves as employees of the White corp. But Ron has no intention of correcting his father.

Ron is surprised that his father didn't recognize Zula, she was Ron's date at the White Mansion. Ron remembered that at that party he stole Zula's first kiss while they danced.

Ron reminded himself to stay present and that his father asked him a question.

"Since when are you concerned about my sex life?"

Mr. Heine took a deep breath. "I am sorry, son. I know I was wrong. If I listened to…"

"It's too late now." Ron cut him off. "I needed you when everyone was looking at me like I am the one doing something wrong. Everyone turned their backs on me. At that time, I needed you to listen and to call me son, but you turned your back on me as well. I am not your son anymore."

"I see that you found your courage."

"A person who braves heavy storms on his own is not afraid of anything." Ron said proudly. He knows that he is not on his own, but he will not reveal to his father that he is relying on others, that will be exposing his weakness. "Now, if you excuse me, Mr. Heine, I need to get ready so that I am not late for breakfast."

Mr. Heine watched Ron walk into the next room and he jolted when the door closed behind Ron.

…

During breakfast, Mr. Heine was a good host.

"I hope you slept well."

Allen and Julius confirmed. Julius slept in Allen's room.

Zula also confirmed that she slept well, even though that is not the truth. But she does not want to bring up the fact that she slept late, and that Ron woke her up. Her eyes darted toward Ron who looked cool as a cucumber.

Zula wondered, is she the only one flustered by what happened that morning? It seems so. Ah, her inexperience is showing.

"Mr. Heine…" Ron called. "We will need information related to all your employees."

"All of them?"

"The ones who work in factories and stores we will visit today. I want their names, positions, current salaries, and last three years of performance reviews, if applicable."

"You want to lay off people?" Mr. Heine guessed. There is no other reason why Ron wants to have all that data.

Ron shrugged. "Not necessarily. CEO White sent us here to observe, assess, and come up with solutions to save your company from the current predicament. Yesterday you told us that a number of your partners are refusing to work with you, and that means fewer investments. In this situation, laying off people and shrinking your operations is a possibility."

Mr. Heine frowned in disapproval. "I contacted CEO White because I don't want to lay off people. Especially not here. This is a small town and most of the people work for me. Layoffs will destroy families and endanger the economy of the whole town."

"No one likes layoffs, Mr. Heine." Ron responded icily. "Everyone wants to grow and prosper and to give higher salaries, but sometimes that is not an option. Are you telling me that you will refuse to fire some non-essential people and jeopardize hundreds of others when your business collapses completely? You can give me the list I requested, or we can return to Los Angeles. We are here to help you not the other way around."

Mr. Heine exhaled in defeat. Offending Ron and the other three youngsters at the table is the same as offending Jeffrey White. "You will have the list by lunchtime."

Ron smirked victoriously and continued working on his eggs. At this rate, they will finish work here and return to Los Angeles before Friday.

The last step is to take care of his stepmother. But he will let her suffer on her own a bit longer, the money from selling her jewelry will not last long.

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