Chapter 139: Mason Hunter; Finally Destroying Thomas

"Yes, yes, just like that," Mason moaned, gripping Jenny's hair to guide her. Jenny's mouth worked on him, and he moaned again, grateful his office was soundproof. Her skillful tongue sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck! Jenny!" he gasped, throwing his head back in surrender. He tightened his grip on her hair, urging her movement. When the tip of his cock met her tongue again, pleasure surged through him. "Jenny!" he moaned, overwhelmed. "Ahh!" His body vibrated as he climaxed.

"That was a lot," Jenny said, standing up and wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Mason took a tissue and wiped himself, then leaned back in his chair, exhaustion washing over him.

Jenny chuckled as she fixed her hair and shirt. "So, what do you say, Mason? Are you buying me that car?"

"Yes," he replied lazily. At this moment, he'd give her anything.

"Yes!" Jenny cheered, her usually annoying voice not so bothersome this time.

A knock on the door made Mason jerk upright. "Are we expecting anyone?"

"No," Jenny said, turning her head toward the door.

The knock came again, harder this time, frightening Mason. He stood, zipped his trousers, and adjusted his shirt. He looked at Jenny, gesturing to her face. "Wipe that shit off your face."

Jenny frowned, about to protest, but he snapped, "Quick!"

Mason watched her hurriedly wipe her mouth. He checked himself before proceeding to the door. When he opened it, his heart flipped. It was Cheryl , hand on her hip, forehead creased in a frown.

"Hey babe," he said, plastering a smile on his face.

"What took you so long to answer?" Cheryl asked, trudging inside with her prominent belly. She paused when she saw Jenny sitting in front of his desk.

"Good evening, Ms. Hunter," Jenny greeted with a fake smile. "How are you doing, ma'am?"

Cheryl didn't answer, narrowing her eyes and looking at Mason suspiciously. He looked away, trying not to show his guilt.

"Should I hang up the call with Mr. Ray?" Jenny said, gesturing to his desk. "Or can we continue?"

Mason's brow furrowed, then he immediately understood Jenny's quick thinking. Oh, that girl was smart.

"Hang up," Mason said quickly, more confidently this time. "Tell him we'll call him later."

"Alright, sir," Jenny said, pretending to whisper into his phone, which wasn't connected to anything. "Done, sir."

"Thank you, Jenny," Mason said genuinely as he watched her walk out of the office.

"Oh babe," Cheryl said, turning to him. "I didn't know you were busy."

"I was," he replied, moving to his desk. "It's an international client in a different time zone. That's why I didn't open the door on time." Jenny had just saved him. He was definitely buying her that car now.

"I'm sorry," Cheryl said as she pulled out a chair and lowered herself onto it. "I thought—"

"Thought what?" he asked, wanting to hear what was on her mind.

Cheryl shook her head, forcing a chuckle. "Nothing. How are you?"

"Good," he replied, sitting down. His eyes fell on something on his desk, and he pushed it under his desk. "What brings you here? Why didn't you call?"

Cheryl adjusted in the chair. "I have some good news to share, and I need your advice too."

Mason leaned forward, curious. "What is it?"

"So, when I was strolling on the Internet, I got a message from someone," Cheryl began, her voice rising with excitement. "At first, I thought it was some jobless troll, but I realized that she was legit."

Mason was already bored but didn't show it. "Okay."

"Her name is Kimberly , and she used to be Silas Stone's ex-fiancée!" Cheryl beamed like she'd just dropped the news of the century.

"Okay."

She frowned, her excitement fading. "What do you mean 'okay'? You're supposed to be excited."

"Well, if I find something to make me excited, I will be."

"Fine," Cheryl snapped, then her expression changed again. "Kim wants revenge on Ivy too! Isn't that great? That means we have a new ally. Plus, I told her where Cole would be, and she went to meet him."

Mason groaned, this time not hiding his annoyance. He drummed his fingers against the desk, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Mason, seriously?" Cheryl snapped. "You should be delighted; we have someone who wants to destroy Ivy too."

"It doesn't sound fun, babe," he admitted. "It sounds like you have to put in a lot of work."

"Well, yes, I do," Cheryl admitted, her voice dropping. "Which is why I came to you."

Mason clenched his jaw as he unlocked his laptop. "You could have called me or waited until I got home." Her impromptu plan had ruined getting another blowjob from Jenny.

"I am going to meet Kim now, which is why I'm here," Cheryl replied, touching his hand. "You don't have to be mad, babe."

"I'm not mad," Mason hissed, but he didn't take his hand away. "I just wish you called me, that's all. I stopped a very important international call because of you." International call to pleasure island, he thought.

"Oh love." Cheryl leaned forward. "I'm so sorry. I just needed your help."

"It's fine," he said with a smile. "It's okay."

"So, what do you think Kim and I could do to destroy Ivy?"

Mason really didn't care, but he tried to sound interested. "I don't know, but I think you should meet with Kim first before making a decision. So she doesn't feel left out." He really hoped that would stop her from asking him anything else.

And it did, because her eyes lit up, and she stood. "Yes! Oh babe, you're the best!"

"You're welcome, my love," he smiled, pleased with himself.

"Thank you. I should leave now. Don't want to keep her waiting," Cheryl said, turning to the door.

Mason stood, rushed to her side, and gave her a deep kiss. "You take care of yourself and my baby," he said, bending to kiss her stomach.

"Yes sir," Cheryl said as she left the room.

As Cheryl left, Mason sank into his chair, his thoughts drifting to Ivy. He promised himself not to think about her, but now that she had been mentioned, he couldn't get her out of his head. "What has she been up to?" he said as he clicked his computer and typed her name. When the page loaded, his eyes widened with disbelief. "The fuck?!"

Ivy's company was huge now, and the talk of the town! "No fucking way," he said, jealousy racing through him. He had to snatch that shit from her; he had to take it all back. Quickly, he picked up his phone and dialed Joe's number.

"Hello Mason," Joe answered.

"Hi, Joe. Is there a way you can find more guys to ruin Ivy's buildings?" he asked, going straight for it.

"Again?" Joe's voice rose with surprise. "Those other ones—"

"Are still locked up," Mason finished for him. "And they will never be able to identify you. Now go and let me know how much you want for it."

"Alright," Joe said with a sigh.

"Good," he said and hung up the call. He spun his chair, thrilled at the thought of messing with Ivy again. Maybe he really should have given Cheryl and Kim some ideas on how to take down Ivy. Double attacks are always fun and unexpected.

His phone rang, pulling him out of thought. He reached for it and groaned when he saw who was calling. "Yes?" he said flatly, knowing she would say something awful to ruin the moment.

"You have to find a way to get Thomas," the woman said harshly.

Of course, Mason thought as he rolled his eyes. His bad for thinking she would talk to him nicely or at least reply to his greetings. "What is it again?" he asked her.

"Your stupid plan failed!" she snapped at him. "The Patricia Clark deal is off, Thomas is innocent."

Mason sat upright, a mix of confusion and fear coursing through him. "What? Where did you—"

"It doesn't matter! Find another way. Maybe it's time for the witness thing," she suggested.

Mason gasped. "Now? We promised we will—"

"Do it, Mason! Now!" she yelled and hung up.

Mason tightened his fingers around his phone, anger slamming in his chest. "Fucking woman!" He gritted his teeth but was already dialing a number. God, he hated the way she talked to him.

When the phone was answered, Mason adjusted on the chair. "Hello Evan, it's time to testify against Thomas."

This was it, the final thing that destroys Thomas.