Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 2

I dreaded the morning game. The girl never liked the idea of a one night
stand and perpetually wanted to try and make things last. Sometimes I was into
them and would string them along for a couple of dates, but typically the one
night was all we would have together. I just couldn’t get past the sex and move
into the part of a relationship where I had to pretend to like the things she
did. It bored me and wasted my time—both things I hated.

Mary Martha would only be
a one
-nighter.
I couldn’t
waste
my time with someone who
didn’t give
good
head. Although she
certainly was delicious to look at while she had her mouth wrapped around me.

I was up early and showered by the time she started to stir. I made her
some oatmeal and threw some blueberries on there for her. The coffee was hot
and I had a large assortment of creams and syrups she could add. It was only a
matter of time before she would get the hint that we were eating and then
leaving—both of us in separate directions.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly as she got up.

“Hope you slept well.”

“Yes, unusually well. What time is it?”

“Seven o’clock,” I answered as I gathered my things and loaded my
briefcase
.

My morning ritual included
packing
my
briefcase
, putting my clothes on,
putting my shoes on and then finally my tie. As I went from one task to the
next,
I would happily make small talk with her,
but just a little so she had time to eat her food.

They always got the hint that it was time to get moving, this one was no
different. She finished her oatmeal and grabbed her things from the bedroom.
She was a sweet girl and I knew she would find her prince charming soon enough.
I certainly wasn’t him. My charms were relegated to the bedroom and that was
about all I could handle of most women.

“Are you taking a cab into work? I’ll split it with you,” she said as she
looked at me with longing in her eyes.

“Sorry, I usually walk to work. I’ll
get
an Uber
for
you,
though,” I said
as I punched in my address in my Uber app.

The driver would be there in less than five minutes, so we headed down to
the lobby. The elevator ride down was not nearly as erotic as the one on the
way up. Perhaps the light of day changed the feeling of the elevator, or maybe
it was the lack of emotions from me after we had just spent the night together.

“
It was great
meeting you, call
me,”
Mary
Martha said.

I looked down at the paper she handed me—Margaret 212-555-5514. Oh, I was
horrible with names. It amazed me just how quick I had forgotten her name when
we first met. She said her name and within a minute I had no idea at all who
she was or what she was doing at Edwards last night when I picked her up.

“Take care of
yourself,
sweetheart.
You're beautiful. Don’t ever forget that.”

The least I could do was try to build up a girl’s ego if I was never
going to call them. It worked well as a way to ease the tension and
uncomfortable feelings as we said our goodbyes. The morning after goodbyes
was
always the worse. You didn’t know whether
to kiss them or push them into their Uber car as fast as possible.

As she got into the
car,
I leaned
in and gave her a peck on the cheek. Kissing on the mouth was too intimate
unless I was in the middle of fucking a girl. The morning goodbye kiss had to
be on the cheek. It was distant enough that she didn’t get her hopes up and
personal enough that she wasn’t offended.

When she had safely entered the car, I turned and walked around the
corner to my gym. I hated that I had to put my suit on before going to the gym,
but it was just harder to get the women out the door if they thought I was just
heading to the gym. When they thought I had work to get to, it was much easier
to get them out the door.

The gym was my comfort zone and I sometimes went there twice a day. My
morning routine consisted of a quick 30 to
60-minute
jog while I watched all the latest market news. There was no reason I needed to
sit at my desk and get up to date on the news when I could be more productive
and get my workout in at the same time.

My evening workouts were typically reserved for weight training and
strengthening exercises. I liked to take my time and concentrate on one group
of muscles per day. It was a part of my ritual to relax after a long day—well,
unless I planned to head to Edward’s after work and have a drink with a few
guys from work.

I tried to keep my visits to the bar limited to two or three times a
week. Otherwise,
I was just too exhausted to
keep up with the trending market changes. It was essential that I kept a sharp
mind and didn’t forget important information; lack of sleep could
change
my functioning for the day very quickly.
I needed at least six hours of sleep every night.

The stock market was a finicky place. If you missed one small piece of
information,
you could throw off your entire
portfolio. Luckily, I hardly missed any important information and I was skilled
at gathering what I needed to make the trades that would work best for me and
my clients.

Over the last eight
years,
I had
skyrocketed to the top of my trading firm and earned myself some pretty
lucrative incentives. At Taylor Trading
Incorporated,
I started as a floor trader and worked nearly 100 hours a week. Now I was a
market advisor and didn’t have to work nearly as many hours, but had dozens of
people who worked with me and developed new and trending techniques for
building wealth in the stock market.

It sounded harder than it
was. Basically,
my job was to buy a
stock
that went up
and sell stock before it went down. The simplicity of my job was actually very
hard to explain to
others,
though.

“Hey,” a delicious blonde on the treadmill next to me said.

“How’s your morning?”

“Great. You watching the All Warren Clothing IPO?” she asked.

I wasn’t actually paying much attention to it; clothing companies just
weren’t my thing. But I did know enough about it to keep the company on my radar.
Alicia Warren grew up in Illinois, same as I did. She started her clothing line
from her college dorm room and built it up into a multi-million dollar company.
It would
likely
make
quite
a few people rich after the IPO was
released in a couple weeks.

I loved IPO’s, or initial public offerings. It was essential to
understanding
the business you were buying
stock in and it was necessary to do as much research as possible before
throwing
thousands of your dollars away. Some
IPO’s were dangerously
overpriced
and saw
the initial investment decline rapidly with the market changes.

“Yeah, not too
closely,
though.
What do you think?”

The joy of living and working out so close to the stock exchange was that
almost anyone I ran into wanted to talk about stocks.

“I think it’s a grower for sure. I’m investing several thousand dollars
of my own money, not so much for my
clients,
though. The clients always want minimal risk for their rewards.”

“Very true.”

She was a cute blonde, and if I had met her in the
bar
I would have started strong with my
womanizer game.
But meeting at the gym made
things a lot harder. It was much more likely that she would be back at the gym
at the same time as me, so I didn’t want to
contaminate my sanctuary.

I actually liked the
term,
womanizer. It had a
ton
of respect, but
better than any other way to describe what it was that I liked to do with my
women. One night stand guy, man
whore,
and many other colorful words had all been used to describe me at one point or
another.

We both continued our treadmill workouts and I could tell she wanted me
to ask her out. She looked over at me several times throughout her run and
often even turned enough to make eye contact with me. I had to
resist,
though, as fun as it would have been to
play with her and her giant breasts; I couldn’t start prowling around my gym. I
liked the place way too much and didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for me
after I slept with someone from there.

I felt my cock start to get hard as I watched the blonde run on the
treadmill. Her breasts were firm, yet still bounced with delight as her feet
kept a steady pace. My cock started to throb with a need to slide in between
her giant knockers. I loved the feeling of a pair of big tits as they pressed
around my cock. I especially loved to watch a woman’s mouth as I thrust my cock
closer and closer to her.

When my cock had become fully erect, it was time for me to take a break
and head back to the locker room. I made my way toward the men’s locker room
area and just as I was about to walk into the door, I felt a hand on my arm. I
turned and saw the blonde from the treadmill.

She had finally gathered enough courage to come and give me her number.
It was sweet. But I wasn’t about to use it.

“If you’d ever like to talk about the market over drinks, give me a
call,” the blonde with big tits said.

“Sure thing,
thanks,
sweetheart,” I
took the piece of paper from her and made my way into the locker room.

The phone number went straight into the garbage; I couldn’t be trusted
not to call her in a moment of weakness. It would be much safer for my gym
going
habits
if I never had
long-term
possession of the number at all.

One time I had fallen for one of the gym managers; it was like torture to
workout
at all at their facility. She had
left the gym for another one so I finally felt comfortable coming in every day.
The problem I had
was
that I still kept
my eyes peeled and
was
constantly ready
to hop the next hot chick. Although I had learned my lesson and wouldn’t be
bringing home any girls from the gym.

Part of my daily routine meant I bought a smoothie at the fitness club
bar and then made my way into work. I hated all the chaos of my office in the
morning and would much prefer to do my research from the comfort of my own home
instead of the hundreds of computer terminals at work. There were just too many
people around; things didn’t seem as comfortable as they previously had been.

But as I moved up in my company, I had to start being more visible around
the office. Being available to other brokers was going to be the key when I
wanted to continue to move up the corporate ladder.

Plus, I did like the excitement of the live trading much more than
trading over a computer. There was nothing like the New York Stock Exchange.
Nothing in the world could compare to the adrenaline rush I got whenever I
walked onto the trading room floor. It was better than sex, or at least
different than sex. On the trading room floor I felt excited for hours and
hours; in the bedroom the excitement only lasted as long as my orgasm did.

Chapter 3

“You don’t need to spend your morning in the gym. If you
spent your night fucking, it's redundant,” Michael, my co-worker, and friend
said as I walked in the door to our office.

“Running clears my head for the day.”

“So you did bring her home, didn’t you? That hot brunette from the bar
just came
back
with you? No questions
asked?”

Michael and I had been friends for over ten years. We attended Harvard
together and he also grew up in the Midwest. Our friendship worked because we
were opposites. Michael and his wife Caterina were a few of my only
true
friends. They knew me better than I knew
myself sometimes. They gave me advice and
consistently
tried to fix me up with ‘
nice
’ girls;
which
I, of course,
would fuck and then
move on from.

“Yes and no,” I said with a smile.

“What?”

“Yes I brought her home, but no, she had plenty of questions.”

I smiled and continued to get ready for the trading day. I had my ritual
of booting up my computer, getting my coffee, and grabbing the Wall Street
Journal. I loved my rituals both in the office and in the bedroom. There was
something so comforting about rituals.

“How do you do it? I had to ask my wife out three times before she said
yes,” Michael joked as he came into my office and sat across from me.

Monday mornings were the busiest days of the week; it always baffled me
how much Michael wanted to talk. It was one of the reasons my portfolio
consistently outperformed his; I hated to talk to people. Granted, there were
people that I didn’t mind having a conversation with, but overall I despised
idle chit chat. There were so many other things I could be doing with my time
besides talking about the latest celebrity or gossiping about office romances.

I guessed that I was the topic of many secret gossip sessions in the
office. I had taken a few of the young trainee’s home for a night of fun
between the sheets and everyone liked to talk about my sexual escapades. People
didn’t really know much about me, they just knew that the ladies
loved
me and always came back from a night
extremely satisfied.

Trainees were often only in our area of the company for four to six
weeks, which made them the perfect young ladies for me to get to know. Their
wide-eyed
enthusiasm for the stock trading
business was like a drug to me and I had a hard time keeping myself
under
control. Typically the trainee’s were
mostly men, but every session there were at least three or four women in the
group.

Yes, it was against policy for a midlevel broker like me to fraternize
with the young newly graduated
trainees
.
But the technicality of fraternizing was overlooked throughout our firm. Most
of us, both men and women, didn’t have much of a life outside of work. The pool
of available partners was often confined to the people we interacted with on a
daily basis at work; especially since we often worked from
sun
up to sun down.

“When they say no, I move on. There’s always another that will say yes,”
I said to Michael. He was very happily married though and didn’t need my advice
on how to pick up women.

“The hard to get ones are much more
fun,
though. They’ll give you a run for it and make life ten times more
exciting
.”

“Mike, I don’t have time to play the Hard to Get game,” I laughed as I
signaled for him to get going. “I just want the girls who need a good hard
sausage and explosive orgasms.”

One of the reasons Mike and I got along so well was that he always knew
when I was done talking and needed to work. With a simple wave of my hand, Mike
left my office and I was
on to
the
trading day ahead of me.

“Natasha! I need the numbers for the day,” I hollered out as the morning
bell rang.

Natasha rushed in with a single white piece of paper in her hand. She set
it on my desk and quickly made her way out of the office and back to her desk.
She didn’t say good morning. She didn’t ask how I was. Natasha didn’t even look
at me when she came in my office, and I loved it! She was the perfect secretary
for me.

Most men couldn’t handle having a
knockout
blonde secretary like Natasha around them all the time. She was one of the most
beautiful women I had ever seen. Her model like height and slim frame made her
stand out among the other women in our office. She dressed provocatively and
always had her tits on display. Her tight skirts and big tits had once
distracted me, but soon I learned the truth; Natasha was the meanest bitch I
had ever met!

Underneath her sexy exterior was a cold hearted
woman
who would stab her man in the back the second he even looked
at another woman. I once overheard her tell one of her boyfriends that she
didn’t care if he had cancer; she still wanted to break up with him. She was
stone cold.

I loved her devilish side and kept her around purely as a reminder of how
volatile life and stocks were.

In the stock trading business, nothing was as it appeared on the outside.
Companies that looked perfect were inevitably flawed and often more than any
company who outwardly had problems. Natasha was my daily reminder to delve
deeper into companies when I researched them, I needed to find the company
personality and not just the exterior beauty.

Natasha ended up being the best secretary I ever had. She was honest and
straight with me. She didn’t put up with my shit. And best of all, I had no
desire to fuck her. Natasha’s ability to analyze me and call me out for my
shit
made her much more like a mother to me
than a lover. She knew me and she never let me slide on anything. It was
an excellent
match for the business world, but
horrible for my bedroom.

In my bed, I didn’t like a woman who knew me. I didn’t want intimacy, I
wanted sex. I purposely avoided the inquisitive girls who wanted to know more
about who I was and what made me tick. That wasn’t my thing. I wanted to fuck
them and move on. Knowing each other’s deepest, darkest secrets did not need to
be part of any relationship I got into.

The portfolio I managed was aggressive, just like me. I didn’t handle any
of those ridiculous savings bonds or crap like that. I moved the
portfolio
around real estate, tech
firms,
and startup companies. To me, it was a
waste of your space on Wall Street if all you wanted to do was gently invest in
some savings bond funds. If that
was
the
kind of investor you wanted to be, you could do that at home. It baffled me
that people even became stock brokers and then spent their time with those
types of investments.

My typical day consisted of setting up some limit trades and then on this
particular day I needed to make my way down to the floor. I wasn’t interested
in spending much time on the floor
anymore
,
but I did like to go down there when I looked into initial public offering,
IPO, companies. IPO’s were my favorite things to purchase for the portfolio I
managed. I also liked to buy them for my own investments, but only when they
looked
magnificent
.

If you want high risk and a high level of excitement you have to invest
in IPO companies. These new issue stocks are powerful and could make a ton of
money relatively quickly for any investor. The key to getting the most money
out of the IPO’s initial days was to understand the company as well as the
people who bought their products. The clients of the IPO were a huge factor in
how successful the company would be.

There were two big IPO’s that would be released in this month and I needed
to get some serious research done on them. They were both in industries that I
wasn’t as familiar with as normal, so I needed to take more time than I
regularly did to find out about the organizations.

The first big IPO was Big Daddy Doors; all I knew about them was they
sold every kind of door possible. Apparently they were doing extremely well and
ready to go public. The second big IPO was ALL Warren Clothing; it was a new
trendy clothing brand that had recently been picked up by several retailers. I
wasn’t a big fan of the clothing market, but I was always a fan of money, so it
was worth my time to research them.

Before going public, companies typically spent a few days at the New York
Stock Exchange and toured the floor. It was a fun way to get publicity for
their stock offering as well as get the stock brokers thinking about their IPO.
I liked to attend these visit so I could hear the gossip about the company and
see what others on the market floor were thinking about them.

As I headed down to the
exchange,
I
saw Rebecca out of the corner of my eye. I had taken her home after work one
day because she was an intern and I thought she would have moved on from here
fairly soon. Unfortunately for me, she got hired on and now I had to deal with
her every so often.

“
Hey,
Evan!” Rebecca said as she
waved
her hand and made her way toward the
elevator.

I stopped the door from closing and waited for her. There was no use in
trying to avoid her; I had learned that a long time ago. It was a much better
use of my time to just talk to her and flirt a little.

“Hello, beautiful. You are looking sexy as always,” I said as she came
into the elevator with me.

She was a beautiful, full-figured woman with tits that just didn’t quit.
I could still remember my cock as it slid up and down between her huge F Cup
breasts. She was
a sweet
girl and I
suspected she didn’t sleep with guys like me very often. I had enjoyed our
night very much, but I wasn’t into the relationship thing and certainly didn’t
want to give her false hope.

I did have a hard-on as I thought about titty fucking her.
Damn,
it was a fun night. There weren’t many
women who would let you titty fuck them and even fewer that had breasts large
enough to make it fun. Damn, her breasts were enormous.

“How are you?” She asked as the doors closed.

“Stressed, but what’s new? That’s our world. Right?”

“Yeah, we should go get a drink again sometime. Maybe burn off a little
of that stress,” she said as she moved a step closer to me.

Her hand rested on my chest and I felt her breasts press up against me. I
would have fucker her right there in the elevator if the damn thing didn’t have
a camera in it. I had learned that the hard way a few months earlier.

“
Yes,
we will,” I said as my hard
cock did the talking and gave poor Rebecca some continued hope that we would be
together again someday.

I hated to lead a girl on and when I didn’t have to see them it was much
easier. I never minded having another fun night in bed, but most women couldn’t
handle random sex like that. Even when they
said
it was alright, eventually they all wanted a relationship or some sort of
commitment from me. That’s why I tried to stick to the one night stand.

“Great, I’ll text you
some time
,”
Rebecca said as we made it to the ground floor.

She took off
toward
the cafeteria
and I made my way over to the stock exchange. I had to start my research on the
two IPO’s and make my decision on which I would buy for the portfolio I
managed.
 

I walked onto the stock market exchange and instantly felt the buzz of
the floor. It was a sensation that you just couldn’t get in any other place in
the world. Floor trading was like a drug and even though I had weaned myself
off of it, the second I stepped onto the
floor
again, I felt the high. It was a high better than any drug I had ever tried. It
was a money high.