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Due to the time difference and his wife's work schedule, early mornings were the only time they could talk during the trip. He was dreading it. He hated lying to his wife and could hardly bear hiding anything from her, even Christmas presents. She was his other half, his soulmate. And she was two months pregnant with their first child. He half expected himself to blurt it all out. Maybe the only thing that stopped him was that he didn't know how. He couldn't explain it, even to himself. It didn't make any sense. What had even happened to him and those women?
She answered his video call and immediately asked how he was feeling, having heard from Steve that he left the restaurant feeling sick. That gave him cover for his pale, haggard face, wracked with guilt and worry.
"Jim, you really should see a doctor about this. People don't get sick anymore, remember? It might be something serious."
"You're right honey. I'm feeling a lot better though. I think it might be an allergy to something I ate. I'll call the places I ate at yesterday and get lists of ingredients for what I ordered."
"Ok, sounds good. You and your adventurous eating," she said, laughing, loving to tease him about it. "What was it this time? Snake spleens? Live wriggling octopus tentacles? Fermented dinosaur turds? I know you can find crazy stuff to eat in China, but that doesn't mean you have to try it all!"
The rest of the call was brief and somehow normal. He didn't tell her. He just couldn't. He wondered if he could go on forever, every day, feeling this awful need to confess, and just never do it. Either way, could his life ever be the same?
As he was getting ready to leave for work, Jim realized he didn't get his room key back from Leizu. He headed down to the lobby intending to ask for a new key card, and of course for the old key card's access to his room to be removed. Not that she had any reason to come back, since he knew she now had what she wanted from him in her womb. However, when he got to the lobby it was crowded with a long line at the desk, so he decided to just do it when he got back to the hotel in the afternoon.
Looking down and trying his best to avoid eye contact with anyone, he started across the lobby toward the exit. He was intercepted by the tall swimmer from last night. She said "Hi Jim, I'm Xiu, remember me? I wanted to introduce you to some friends." Automatic politeness overrode his intention to avoid eye contact and he found himself shaking hands with two gorgeous women. They were both sophisticated looking, their hair and makeup expertly done, their clothes tailored and tasteful, and their slender bodies exceptionally feminine. Each one gasped, turned red, and went wide-eyed when they made eye contact.
"Fei Fei is a dear friend of my family," Xiu said, "She's an angel investor in Beijing, lots of fascinating companies in media and tech. She's a genius, and she knows the most amazing, brilliant, powerful people. Fei Fei darling, now do you forgive me? Do you understand why I needed you to fly down here overnight?"
The powerful, gorgeous woman nodded, giggling like a schoolgirl as she stared with lust at Jim. His brain was having trouble adjusting to the situation as those waves of desire that had driven him crazy last night began to return. He was so confused, his head full of so many questions, along with thoughts of undressing this woman, finding her wet pussy, filling it with his seed. It wasn't over? Xiu wanted him to meet more? Why did she care after she already had what she wanted from him in her womb? And, why an angel investor? He wasn't some tech startup guy, just a simple accountant. No, he realized. It's her DNA. She doesn't think I need an angel investor, she thinks this angel investor has amazing DNA. She thinks she can breed me like a damn horse.
"Qiao here owns a chain of high-end fitness and health centers catering to elite athletes. She knows a lot of really amazing people too. Olympians and such. And I think some of her people might have some ideas to maximize your performance for any athletic endurance endeavors you find yourself attempting this week."
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