Fucking my boss's daughter ch-06

6th chapter of fucking my boss's hot teen daughter in his mansion

Weeks melted into a blur. My days were a haze of exploring every possible combination of the two women who now belonged to me.
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If you are reading this series for the first time, I am James Miller and this is the story of how I got to fuck my boss's daughter in his house. If you want to fully understand the context and plot of the story, please read the previous two chapters.
This chapter does not contain sex. If you want to jack off, refer to the previous chapters for some good, hardcore porn
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The first crack in my perfect world appeared with a sudden, violent illness. One morning, Claire didn't come down for breakfast. The mother, who’s name was Eleanor, found her in the bathroom, retching into the toilet, her face pale and clammy.

"It's just a stomach bug," Claire insisted, wiping her mouth. But the sickness persisted for days, followed by a wave of exhaustion so profound she'd fall asleep in the middle of a sentence. Eleanor watched her with a growing, knowing dread in her eyes. I saw it too, but I was too busy enjoying the fruits of my labor to give it much thought.

The bombshell dropped on a Tuesday. Eleanor cornered me in the study, her face grim. She held a small white stick in her hand. Two pink lines stared up at me.

"She's pregnant, James," Eleanor said, her voice low. "It's yours, obviously. You're the only one."

A cold, calculating part of my brain kicked in, overriding the initial shock. This wasn't a disaster. This was an opportunity. The mother-daughter duo was a fantastic perk, but it was temporary. This... this was permanent.

"And her father?" I asked, my voice steady.

"He's a traditional man." Eleanor said, pacing the room. "His reputation is everything. An unmarried, pregnant eighteen-year-old daughter? It would destroy him. Humiliate him in front of his board, his competitors, everyone."

A slow smile spread across my face. "He wouldn't like that, would he?"

"He'd move heaven and earth to prevent it," she confirmed, stopping to look at me. She saw the gleam in my eye and understood immediately. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," I said, stepping closer to her, "that your daughter is carrying my heir. And I think it's time her father started treating me like the future head of his family."

The confrontation was set for that evening. Mr. Shell, a man I'd only ever seen behind a desk, sat in his drawing room, returning after who knew how long . Claire sat in a chair to the side, looking small and terrified. Eleanor stood by the fireplace, her expression unreadable.

"So," Shell began. "Eleanor tells me there's been a... complication. A situation involving my daughter and you." He said the word 'you' like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I prefer 'the man who's going to be your son-in-law'," I countered, leaning back in my chair with an air of complete confidence.

Shell laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Son-in-law? James, you're delusional. You're a lucky piece of tail who got my daughter in trouble. I'll write you a check. A very, very large check. You'll take it, you'll disappear, and no one will ever hear from you again. Claire will go to a 'spa' in Europe for a few months, and we'll handle this... quietly."

"That's not going to work," I said simply. "Because if I disappear, I'm not going quietly. I'm going to every tabloid in the country. I have pictures, videos... very compelling evidence of the 'relationship' between your wife, your daughter, and me. I wonder how the shareholders would feel about a story like that? 'Billionaire CEO's Wife and Daughter in Sordid Love Triangle with a common man'? It has a certain ring to it."

The blood drained from Harrington's face. His knuckles were white where he gripped the arms of his chair. "You... you wouldn't dare."

"I would," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl. "And that's just the start. Claire is having my baby. My child. And I will not have my bastard child raised by a man who calls me like that. We will be married. This weekend. A quiet, private ceremony. And you will give me a position in your company. Vice President sounds about right. I want a seat at the table. I want a real salary, stock options, and a say in how things are run. In short, I want what's mine."

He stared at me, his eyes burning with pure hatred. He looked at his daughter, who simply stared at her hands, then at his wife, who gave him a subtle, almost imperceptible nod. He was trapped.

"You're a fucking monster," he spat.

"I'm a father," I corrected him. "And a soon-to-be husband. Do we have a deal?"

The defeat in his eyes was my victory. "We have a deal."

The wedding was a soulless affair. Claire, in a simple white dress, wouldn't look at me. Her father walked her down the aisle and shook my hand with a grip that threatened to break every bone in my fingers. Eleanor watched from the front row, a look of triumphant satisfaction on her face.

My first day at Harrington Global was even better. My new office was on the executive floor, bigger than my old apartment. A nameplate on the door read: 'James Smith, Vice President of Acquisitions'. The man who had been my boss, the one who used to sneer at me, now stammered and called me 'sir'.

That evening, I didn't go home to the mansion. I went to my new penthouse apartment in the city, a 'gift' from my new father-in-law. I poured myself a glass of ridiculously expensive scotch and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city lights that now belonged to me.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Claire. A picture of her, naked in my old bed at the mansion, her hand resting on the slight curve of her belly. The message below it read: "Dad's furious. Mom's proud. When are you coming home to fuck your pregnant wife?"
Obviously Claire will not be taking a job at the brothel, but her training will not be in vain. After all a good wife should know how to please her husband, especially when the husband is the Vice president at such a big firm. And Eleanor isnt going anywhere.
I smiled, taking a slow sip of scotch. I had blackmailed my way into a family, a fortune, and a future I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams. And I was just getting started.

Sorry this chapter didnt have sex unlike the previous ones. I needed to build up the sotry a little. I promise you some good hard fucking in the next chapter. Please comment suggestions about the writng and the plot in the comments.