Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (17 page)

My day was extremely productive and by the time I went home I had
received confirmation that over a thousand pages of records were on their way
from various agencies. There was no way I wouldn’t be able to figure out what
happened. I was going to have all the hard evidence right in front of me.

The urge to call Rebecca filled me as I got excited about all the records
that would be on their way. I thought Rebecca would have really enjoyed going
over the information with me. But something inside told me not to call her. I
didn’t want to string her along
anymore
than I already had.

So that night I went home alone. It was another unusual night for me, but
I felt a little more comfortable than the previous night. At least my balls
didn’t throb in pain anymore.

Chapter 27

I didn’t last long at home alone. Even though I had pushed through my
urge to call Rebecca and invite her over, I still had the need to hear a
woman’s moans. I tried to fight it but by ten o’clock I walked into Edwards and
had my woman in sight.

She was a petite blonde girl who sat with a group of people that looked
like they were from her work or something. Every now and then she would laugh
and interact with them but the majority of the time she just stared at the
television. She was obviously bored. I could fix that.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked as I approached her.

It was a bold move. She had a guy sitting on either side of her, but
honestly neither of them looked like her type. They were more interested in the
game than any of the women at the table with them.

“I don’t take drinks from strangers,” she said.

“Well, Steve at the bar there would be the one who made the drink. He’s a
little
strange,
but I think you can trust
him.”

She laughed.

That was it, I was in. It didn’t really matter what else I sad after
that. She had already decided that she liked me. All I had to do was keep her
laughing and she would be home with me within the hour.

I pulled her aside to a table where the two of us could talk without her
co-workers hearing. It was the best move I had made. Right away she started to
talk about each of them and fill me in on all the work gossip.

My old tricks still worked just fine as I laughed and played along with
her work talk. Her name was Kim and she was adorable. Probably only about 5’2”
tall and very petite. She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most adorable
dimples I had ever seen. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place and see
what kind of things she liked to do in bed.

“I don’t normally ask a woman that I just met this, but I had a horrible
day. Would you be interested in hanging out and watching some Netflix tonight?”

She giggled at first, but then I leaned in and kissed her neck. Kim
tilted her head and allowed my lips to move freely from her earlobe down to the
clavicle. She was going to say yes, I knew it.

“Um, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other.”

Time for my trademark move. I whipped my wallet out which had a fat stack
of one hundred dollar bills in it.

“Here’s my driver’s license. Why don’t you take a picture of it and you
will know who I
am?
You can Google me.
I’m a pretty good guy.”

The combination of seeing my actual drivers license and knowing that I
carried several hundred dollars worth of cash with me was just enough to get a
girl to say yes. Many of them didn’t really care about the money, but there was
something legitimate about a man who had that kind of cash.

“Alright, we can go hang out for a little bit,” she said as she walked
over and said goodnight to her coworkers.

I think part of the reason she said yes was because she wanted to leave
with me in front of her coworkers. They whispered behind her back as we walked
away and I was sure they would be gossiping about her long into the next week.

But I was a pretty damn good
catch
if I didn’t say so myself. My dark brown hair and muscular body fit perfectly
into my tailored suits. If you liked the clean cut stockbroker type, I was
definitely the idealistic partner.

We walked into the gold lobby of Trump Towers and I saw her mouth open
just a touch as she looked around and took in everything. It was a beautiful
lobby and certainly nothing less than magnificent.

When the elevator doors
closed,
I
pressed Kim gently up against the mirrored wall and kissed her. Nothing too
outrageous, just enough to tell her I planned to make love to her the second we
got to my apartment.

Kim seemed down with having a good time as she wrapped her arms around my
neck and kissed me back passionately. Her sweet lips moved hard against mine
and I felt like she wanted me badly.

I opened the door to my apartment and her eyes widened at the amazing
view. It was a beautiful night and you could see the whole city from my
apartment. Kim walked straight up to the window and looked out.

“Oh, my gosh. This is so pretty.”

“It is a perfect view,” I said. “And the city looks good also.”

She smiled and looked sweeter than she had down at the bar. Something
about the way she looked at me gave me a horrible feeling in my
stomach,
though. My plans to ravage her body
and hear her moan in delight didn’t seem like as good of an idea as it normally
did.

“Thanks,” Kim said as she walked around the apartment. “This is a really
pretty place you have. Are you married?”

“No.”

“You just like to decorate?”

“I hired someone.”

“You don’t really want to watch Netflix, do you?” Kim said as she walked
down the hall toward my bedroom.

I stood there and looked at her. So innocent and sweet, yet she started
to take her clothes off.

First,
her
blouse: slowly, button
by button, she opened it up.

“We can if you’d like,” I said with a smile as I watched her.

“I think we can find something else to do.”

“Yes, I think so.”

I made my way over to her and pulled her close to me. I felt her breath
leave her as she sighed at my touch. My hands gingerly reached around and
unhooked her bra to allow her glorious tits to be exposed.

Quickly I moved my lips down to one of her nipples and sucked on it while
I walked her
backward
toward the bed. She
let out a quiet moan of pleasure when I switched to the other nipple.

Her taste was new and exciting and any trepidation I had before was gone.
I wanted her. My body was hard and throbbing for her.

I reached down and slid her skirt to the ground and stopped to look at
her delicate white lace panties. They were delightful and formed a
cute
V shape on her lower abdomen. I didn’t
hesitate long before I slid them off and she grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned
me.

She moved too slowly for me though and I quickly took over the buttons so
I could get it off as quickly as possible. Within a
minute,
I had removed all my clothing and we both stood there naked
and exposed. My cock pointed at her like a missile zeroing in on the target.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me and jumped up into my arms.
Something had taken over and she was ravenous for me. Her kisses became
forceful and she reached down to grab my cock and slide it into her. It took
every bit of my energy to get her to hold off long enough to let me slide a
condom on. I placed her on the ground for a moment and went to my nightstand to
get the wrapped protection.

The second I had slid it over my bulging cock, Kim pushed me onto the bed
and climbed on top of me. She was out of control. Something had taken over and
she wanted to fuck me more than I had seen any woman switch over in all my time
of picking up women. No longer was Kim the sweet girl next door. She was a sex
goddess with her
prey
in sight.

It drove me wild to see her switch into sex goddess mode and my old needs
quickly filled my mind. I wanted to hear her scream for me. I needed to hear
those crazy moans that only game when a woman was orgasming.

I let her rid my cock for a short time before I grabbed her and twisted
her onto the bed. She was
shocked
but
allowed it. It was easier to control my
thrust
with me on top and I liked to be in control.

“Fuck
me,
Daddy,” she screamed.

Oh god, she wanted to call me
‘Daddy.'
That was one of those pet names that I just hated. It wasn’t something that I
felt particularly fond of for any woman to call her man. In fact, it sort of
creeped me out. It was too late now, I was fucking her and I wasn’t about to
stop and ask her to use a different pet name.

I grabbed onto one of her nipples as I thrust inside of her. She seemed
to particularly like that, so I moved my mouth back down to her nipple.

“Yeah, Daddy, suck on Mommy’s tits.”

I cringed inside. Why? Why did she have to say those things? Couldn’t I
just enjoy her perky breasts without the mention of Mommies and Daddies?

I was fine with most women’s kinkiness and fantasies. Typically it didn’t
bother me at all. I could go with the flow and do whatever it was that would
help them have a great time. But on that night I just couldn’t get into it.
Being called Daddy wasn’t a turn on for me at all and I felt a bit disgusting
when she said it.

There was no turning back from the point we were at though so I soldiered
on and continued to fuck her. Whenever she called me Daddy I just had to hum a
little to myself and try not to listen to her. I just couldn’t fuck her
properly if I kept thinking about the disgusting picture of an old fat Dad on
top of her.

I pumped my hips harder into her in the hopes of
getting
the screams out of her that I needed to hear. Harder and
harder I pumped and I kept sucking on her nipple to avoid the intimacy of
kissing.

“Oh yes, Daddy, give it to me good. I’ve been a bad little girl,” she
said as I continued on.

We were so close to finishing, I could feel it. Thrust after thrust I
delivered in the hopes that I would get that final explosion and we could be
done with this. I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t call me Daddy anymore,
but I wasn’t so lucky.

“Can’t you fuck me any harder, Daddy?”

Oh, I could; but the way she said it was like she didn’t know if I was
capable of fucking her hard. Who did she think I was? I had started to think
she had convinced herself I was an old grandpa who was too old to continue on
fucking her. It annoyed me.

I stopped sucking her nipple and wrapped my arms under hers and held onto
her shoulders. She looked up at me with wide eyes as I delivered the first slow
thrust deep into her. I saw a bit of a wince on her face so I went slow and deep
again.

“Oh, poor little Daddy is getting tired,” she taunted me.

That was all I needed to let loose and fuck the shit out of her. I held
onto her shoulders and delivered pounding blow after blow to her and watched
her face as she closed her eyes. The moans game shortly after and then the
ultimate scream when she finally
came
.

I thrust a few short time
afterward
until my explosion happened.

My desire to get away from her as quickly as possible overcame me and I
made a v-line for the bathroom. It wasn’t often that I took off so quickly, but
I just couldn’t let her call me Daddy again. It was imbedded into my ears and I
needed the words to disappear as soon as possible. Hopefully, when I got her
out of my apartment.

Suddenly the idea of picking up random chicks at the bar did not seem
like a good one. I was tired and it just wasn’t worth it anymore. I wanted to
go to bed and I didn’t want to deal with that girl at all anymore. I certainly
didn’t want to hear her baby talk at me and call me Daddy again. I was at the
end of my patience.

I cleaned up and went back to the bed, but found Kim all dressed and
getting ready to leave. I secretly said thank you to the heavens. If only all
girls were that easy to get rid of.

One time I had a girl who kept trying to stay at my house when I needed
to leave for work. She tried getting into the shower, cleaning my kitchen and
even doing some laundry. Her level of clinginess was epic and it took me all
morning to convince her I would call her later and she had to leave. Of course,
I never did call her later and she was one of the most annoying women who
called and trying to talk to me through Natasha at work.

“Five hundred dollars baby,” she said to me.

I looked at her blankly because I wasn’t sure I had heard her right. Had
she just asked for me to give her five hundred dollars? That was an odd thing
for a woman to ask for when she left my house.

“What?” I thought I hadn’t heard her right.

“Five hundred dollars sweet thing.”

Oh, fuck! She was a prostitute. How had I missed that? She was dressed
like a business woman, she was sitting with friends. How the fuck
had
I missed that she was a working girl.

She was really fucking good. Her acting skills were totally on par with
the celebrities in the movies. I never even suspected that she was a working
girl. I had really believed that she was a shy girl who was stuck out to dinner
with co-workers from work. I had been duped.

“Really, you’re a working girl?”

“I thought you knew darling. You flashed the money. Seemed totally into
the sweet innocent girl thing I had going on.”

“Oh fuck. Alright, whatever. Here,” I said as I handed her the money.

“Here’s my card. Call me
sometime
,”
she said as she let herself out the door.