Carlos reveals his gift

Carlos reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thin manila folder. He waved it in the air, a smile on his lips.

"I told you there was money, yes? Well, I happen to be the trustee of a certain ledger. One that your father has, shall we say, hidden from prying eyes."

"And what's in that folder?"

"Authorisation codes and boring spreadsheets. Of the account, and the vast sums of money contained within. Money that, if not used properly, will cause problems for you and your presidency. Or, if you want, I can give it to you, and you can use it to buy the support and loyalty of the cabinet. Hell, you can buy a new country with it."

Isabella stared at the thin sleeve in his hand, her heart racing. She thought about Romero's words, and what Carlos had said about the money. If she had access to it, she could prove him wrong, she could change everything.

"So why me? Why not go to Romero with it? He is certainly a safer bet." she asked.

Carlos giggled boyishly, a grin spreading across his face.

"Because, Bella, I'm a betting man. Romero's an old guard. He's never going to trust me, and if he stays in power I'm eventually winding up dead, or kicked off the cabinet at the very least. You however, you're young, helpless, and easy to manipulate. You will do anything for this, won't you? Even bend over and take my dick."

Isabella's blood ran cold, her jaw clenched.

"You're a disgusting pig, Carlos. You really think I'll sleep with you for a bunch of numbers on a piece of paper?"

"Well, that's what I'm counting on. It's the only way I can see you getting ahead of Romero."

Isabella stared at him, her face impassive. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this. But, in the end, she knew that Carlos was right. She needed the money.

Carlos leaned forward, the smirk on his face making her want to vomit.

"Or, you can marry me. We can rule together, two young and strong heads ruling the roost. I'll even let you call yourself Presidente."

Isabella scoffed, a sneer forming on her face. "Like hell I will."

"Oh, come now, Bella. You need me. You need my brains, my money, my contacts. You need my cock, my balls, my seed. And I want a wife, a pretty little hole to fuck whenever I please. Why not kill two birds with one stone, hmm?"

He moved closer, his eyes fixed on hers. Isabella could smell his cologne, a musky scent that made her stomach churn. His hand touched her thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh. She could feel his breath on her skin, hot and humid.

"Don't you want me, Bella? Don't you want to feel my cock inside you? I'll make you cum like you've never cum before. I'll fill you up with my seed, breed you until you're round with my child."

Isabella tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. Carlos' hand moved up her leg, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh. His other hand moved up her body, cupping her breast. She could feel her nipple harden under his touch, her body betraying her.