"It's perfect." Justus grinned as he threw his arms out exhuberantly. "It's absolutely perfect!" His appreciative audience handed her Prada handbag off to a servant who'd come rushing up to them. "Forgiveness Madame, we were not expecting your arrival until this evening," he whispered. Helena waved him off impatiently as Justus's grin faded, his arms still hanging in the air. "I can't believe this place is mine." The architecturely modern home, the breathtaking view, the beautifully done walkway that lead to the stretch of private beach.
"Yes, my darling, it's all yours," Helena purred as she sashayed up to her strapping lover and personal attorney. Her fingers set to work, slowly undoing the buttons on his casual dress shirt. "You work tirelessly for me. It's only proper that I cement our arrangement with a gift." Her pale hands trailing down his well built chest were a sharp contrast to his dark chocolate skin. She pressed a small kiss to his collarbone, feeling the ripple of pleasure in Justus's response. "Soon, you will have everything you want," she reminded him, nipping him gently as she pressed more kisses along his smooth flesh. Justus gazed down at her hungrily. "And so will you." The promise was sealed with a searing kiss, neither dwelling on the fact that the two most prominent families in Port Charles, their families, would be destroyed by nightfall.
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