Bully Owns His Own Family - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Bully Owns His Own Family - Part 1

... offer from the Germans is starting to sound like wishful thinking. Maybe it's time to face reality."

In an exasperated manner, she continues, "Why don't you just quit all this A.I. stuff and talk to Brian? Maybe he can get you a job at the real estate. It's a stable income, and we won't have to rely on uncertain dreams."

Frustration bubbling over, Michael can't contain himself. "Not this again!" he exclaims, a hint of irritation in his voice, as if they've had this argument countless times before.

In an effort to assert his position, he reminds Carol of his qualifications, his voice raising to emphasize his point. "I graduated in engineering, Carol! I've taken numerous courses, gained experience, and this A.I. project is my way of putting all that knowledge to use. It's a matter of time before it takes off, and my efforts will be rewarded!"

Still harboring a bit of anger, Carol takes charge, her frustration evident. She briskly grabs the keys and directs Michael, "Enough of this, Michael. Let's go to the car. We're going to be late for the family Christmas party."

With a no-nonsense tone, she leads the way, leaving behind the lingering tension of their disagreement as they head towards their BMW.

The car engine hums, a mechanical symphony accompanying the strained atmosphere between Carol and Michael. The quiet tension hangs in the air like a heavy fog as they navigate the streets toward the family Christmas party. The occasional passing streetlights cast ...

... fleeting shadows, mirroring the fleeting moments of calm before the next storm.

After a few minutes of tense silence, Carol breaks it, her voice cutting through the stillness like a shard of glass. "You know, Michael, if you just worked in the family real estate firm, we could afford to visit Europe every year. Fly first class, stay in 5-star hotels in Paris."

Michael's grip tightens on the steering wheel, and his jaw clenches. The suggestion of abandoning his A.I. project for the stability of the family business feels like a relentless drumbeat echoing in his mind.

In a moment of frustration, he raises his tone, "Carol, do you even believe in my potential? In what I can achieve with my project?"

Her response, equally charged, cuts through the confined space of the car, "Michael, you've become so stubborn about this A.I. thing that I don't know what to believe anymore."

As the city lights blur outside the car windows, Michael struggles to find the right words to bridge the gap. "Carol, this project means everything to me. I've put in years of hard work, and I know it's on the verge of success. I just need a little more time."

Carol's eyes, fixed on the passing scenery, reflect a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. "Michael, we've been down this road so many times. How much more time are you asking for? We could have stability, security, and a comfortable life if you just joined the family business."

In a final attempt to find common ground, Michael ...