World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

Luna glanced up from her glass. "The Johnson family? Oh, I'm very familiar. There was a juicy segment on them recently."

"What kind of segment?"

Luna took a deliberate sip of her wine. "It was about dark lobbying."

'Ah, right...' I thought as the memory clicked into place.

"You mean the situation with Tom King?"

She nodded. "That's the one," she said, her grin widening. "Arnold Johnson managed to get away with it without so much as a scratch."

Tom King, as I recalled, was the President of the Florida Senate.

Around this time, it came to light that in 2001 and 2002, the Johnson family, instead of using open lobbying methods, was setting up secret meetings with Tom King.

These meetings happened in fancy, private places where they gave King and other important senators expensive gifts and offered them special deals. They were asked to say specific things that would work favorably for Johnsons' investments.

I stopped remembering and locked my gaze with Luna's. "What if I told you I had some... intriguing news about the Johnson family?"

"Hmm..." Luna set her glass down on the coffee table with a clink and leaned back, her posture inviting, her gaze never leaving mine. "I'm all ears."

I started to recount the entire story, describing how Evelyn Johnson and Doyle Johnson were working together to bring down the trading firm that their little brother ran.

As I spoke, Luna delicately poured herself another glass of wine.

By the time I finished the story, she was nearly done with her second glass.

She took a final, lingering sip, her lips barely brushing the rim. "This is fascinating," she murmured. "But why would they do all this?"

I leaned in closer, my gaze intense. "Do you know the net worth of the Johnson family?"

She nodded. "Yes, it's around seventeen billion dollars, right?"

"That's about right," I confirmed. "Now, do you happen to know how that wealth is spread across different institutions?"

She shook her head. "I actually don't."

"Johnson Trading is valued at less than one billion dollars." I began, "WhitePath USA stands at 1.4 billion dollars; WhitePath Europe is at 1.1 billion dollars. In total, that's 3.5 billion dollars, and those are currently the only entities that the siblings have their hands on. They hold the majority of shares, while their father has a minor stake."

"Where's the other 14 billion?"

"Good question," I said, my voice low and smooth. "That money is all tied up in an investment trust managed by Arnold Johnson. He's promised his children he'll divide it among them before he dies."

Luna's eyes narrowed. "So they're fighting over that massive sum..." she muttered.

"Evelyn and Doyle have crossed all lines; they are using illegal and evil ways to crush their brother. But the thing is that I genuinely care about Sam Johnson." I paused. "I want him to be the one to win this battle."

"I see..." Luna said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "This is going to be one hell of a story. But... why come to me with this when you could have sold it to any news outlet?"

"Well, let's just say I'm doing a bit of dark lobbying of my own. I'll be blunt—I'm trying to buy you and your connections to ABC News."

Luna's eyes sparkled with interest. "Hmm... If you can keep delivering stories like this, I think I could benefit quite a bit from this arrangement."

I smiled. "The more influential you become at your workplace, the better it is for me."

"I can't help feeling like you're giving me all the benefits and not getting much in return..." Luna maintained eye contact with me, as she slowly moved her hand to my thigh, her fingers caressing me softly. "I should at least do something more for you."

She confidently stood up and then positioned herself between me and the coffee table, facing away from me.

Her hips swayed slightly as she adjusted her stance, with her butt sticking out in my direction.

I couldn't help but check her out.

Then she pulled her white T-shirt up a bit and grabbed the hem of her black skirt.

I watched her bend over as she slowly slid her skirt down her slender thighs until it reached her ankles.

She quickly turned to see if she caught me, and she knew she had.

I admired the patterns on her lacy black panties and the sheen of her black stockings. She had just enough spread in her hips to give her shape there.

I think I have a weakness for stockings.

She stepped out of her skirt and pushed it to the side with her foot.

Then she slowly turned around to face me; her lines swept back into her slim, flat stomach, and her T-shirt bulged where her breasts were.

She stood there, in that white t-shirt, those black panties and lingerie, without a care, like she was completely dressed.

I saw her eyes dart to my lap.

I mean, she had a beautiful body. So when she glanced at my lap, there was a rather obvious lump in it, right under my zipper.

She flashed me a naughty smile. "You seem to be enjoying the show..." she said and then she gracefully swung her exquisite legs over the side of the couch, spreading her legs out wide as she settled across my lap.

She placed her palm on my chest, her grin widening.

"Am I sexy? Do you like my body?" she asked teasingly as she dangled her butt on top of me, pushing me against the back of the couch.

"I hope that's a rhetorical question."

Within moments, I had my hands on her waist, under her shirt, and unclasping her bra.

She moved her hands up and started playing with my blonde locks. She lowered her head and her lips were now mine.

I kissed her as she ground against my cock, humping me through my pants.

After a few moments of our tongues dancing together, she began sucking on it.

She was panting when we parted.

"How about doing me in the shower?" She purred into my ear.