Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (8 page)

Chapter 12

There house was huge. More like an estate, if I had to describe it. The
main floor stretched out over at least 4,000 square feet and there was an
upstairs and basement from what I could see. It was a nice place, sort of a
dream estate. I wondered what her parents did for work that had gotten them
such a lovely home.

Rebecca grabbed the bags out of my hands and left them by the front door.
She held onto my hand and we walked into the kitchen where her mother and
father were cooking. Kermit and Ken had also made their way to the kitchen by
that time.

“Mom, Dad, this is Evan. He’s going to hang out with us this weekend, if
that’s alright.”

I could see the shock in her parents eyes, but at the same time they
tried not to offend me or Rebecca. They seemed happy that she had brought
someone home with her, but it probably would have been better if she had
actually gave them a heads up.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said as I reached my hand out to shake her
father’s hand and then her mothers. “I’m sorry if we sprung this on you. I
wasn’t sure if I would be able to come and my schedule just cleared up at the
last minute.”

They both smiled and seemed much more at ease.

“No problem. We’re happy you’re here Evan.”

Rebecca’s was a spitting image of her mother, except her mother looked
like she had been through some serious hell with her cancer fight. Her hair was
growing back though and she seemed happy. So hopefully things were going well.
I hadn’t remembered to ask Rebecca for an update on the whole cancer thing
before we had gotten to the house.

“Mr…. Rebecca’s father. This is a lovely home.”

Shit!

I totally didn’t know Rebecca’s last name. I looked like a total idiot
and I hoped that I could charm my way out of it.

“What do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was a stock broker for twenty-five years. Had to retire last year
after my heart attack. I had a good run though.”

He put his arms up in the air and I looked around at the kitchen and the
rest of the house. He certainly had done good for himself. I wouldn’t have
pegged him as a stock broker at all. He looked more like a salesman type of guy
to me.

“I work in the market with Rebecca,” I added as I tried to do a little
male bonding with the man.

He did seem a little impressed that I was a broker, but quickly started
in on the benefits of a well balanced life when you worked in such a stressful
field.

“Do you workout? Exercise regularly? Looks like you eat healthy,” he said
as we walked into the study area.

“Yes, sir, I try to take care of myself.”

“That’s good. I never spend time taking care of myself and now look where
it got me. I can hardly walk to another room without getting winded.”

I totally felt like I understood where Rebecca’s father was coming from.
I lied about taking care of myself and I knew it. Yes I worked out, but I
definitely did not have a balance lifestyle. My life consisted of work, gym,
and sex. There wasn’t much time for relaxing.

I sat with her father and we bullshit about the market changes and all
the newest trading strategies. He certainly wasn’t a fan of the at home
traders.

“It’s just rich kids who are playing with daddy’s money. None of them
really know what they are doing.”

I had to agree with him. Yes there were people who had been able to make
a living by trading at home. But there were thousands more who went bankrupt in
the process. The market was a volatile place and certainly not a place for a
newbie to be learning the ropes.

When my friends asked me about trading from home I always advised them to
get a mock account first and see how they did. If they made money after six
months, then they could start trading live.

Typically people got tired after a month and realized stock trading
wasn’t really for them. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as people thought it was.
I never could figure out why people thought sitting in front of their home
computer and watching numbers on a monitor was an exciting life.

The only reason stock trading was exciting for me was the stock market
floor. That was where I first got my adrenaline rush. That was where I realized
what a high trading could be. I just couldn’t imagine anyone getting that sort
of high sitting in their living room. It just wasn’t physically possible.

“Dinner’s ready,” Rebecca said as she came to the doorway.

“Thanks, babe,” I said as I pulled her toward me and kissed her.

I knew it was going to make her uncomfortable in front of her father. But
I also knew how to play a part and there was no way a cocky stock broker type
like myself wouldn’t be kissing his woman in front of her family.

Rebecca blushed as we walked out of the room and toward the dining room
for dinner.

“Evan, what are you doing?” Rebecca whispered.

“I’m your boyfriend. I get those boyfriend privileges, don’t I?”

Rebecca turned bright red as we made our way to our spots at the table. I
loved it. She was a really sweet girl and it felt good to be a nice guy for a
change. I liked flirting. Quite frankly I loved flirting. It didn’t always have
to end up with sex; just the act of making a woman blush with my comments was
fun for me.

Dinner was delicious and I thought we did a pretty damn good job of
making everyone believe we were a couple. We laughed and told a couple secrets.
I grabbed her thigh and she pressed me away. Her brother’s continued to look at
me like I had ruined their whole night; it was just like I imagined any family
meeting would go.

When dinner was over we excused ourselves and made our way up to her
room. It was obvious this wasn’t a room that she had grown up in. It was
designed more like a guest bedroom. Likely her parents hadn’t moved to Virginia
until after her father gave up being a stock broker, but I really wasn’t sure.
It was totally possible to be a stock broker and not live in New York, although
I didn’t see why anyone would do that.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard your parents can feel it,” I whispered as
we went into the room.

“Oh no, no. We aren’t doing that. I don’t need that to be part of the
deal I just needed you to come and put on a good show. You did excellent. We
can just go to bed.”

“What? No, I thought part of the deal was I got to fuck you. I’m
leaving.”

I pretended to leave but just grabbed the doorknob and waited for her to
stop me.

“Evan, seriously. We don’t need to screw.”

“Um, what is this ‘we’ you keep referring to? I need you.”

I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. Her huge breasts pressed up
against me. My cock got hard at the promise that I could slide between them
soon.

“Evan, really?” Rebecca continued to protest.

I knew it was only a matter of time before she gave in though. I grabbed
her hand and placed it on my rock hard cock.

“Um, really.”

She smiled as she felt how excited I was for her. There was no faking a
hard on like that. My cock pulsed with desire for her like I couldn’t control.
I needed to have my cock thrusting between those huge titties. There was no way
I was going to miss out on that opportunity.

I leaned down and pulled her breasts out of her top and watched as they
bounced out of her shirt. Slowly I pressed her back toward the bed and turned
myself around to sit on the bed. It was the perfect position. My face was smack
dab in the middle of heaven.

I grabbed a hold of both her tits and pressed them firmly together. With
my mouth I was able to pull both of her nipples in and suck on them at the same
time. Only with size F breasts was this even a possibility.

It fascinated me how many men weren’t willing to play with a larger woman.
They were delightful. I loved the variety of women. None of them were the same
and they all had something wonderful to offer. Rebecca was a sweet girl who
just happened to have tits that I could fuck. It was perfect.

We continued to play for a little bit as we both got undressed and made
out way under the covers. I remembered that she didn’t like to be exposed and I
was more than happy to oblige anything she needed to feel more comfortable.
After we got under the covers, I went to town eating her pussy up.

She moaned with delight and I had to hear more. I slide two fingers
inside of her as I sucked hard onto her clit.

The moans got more intense and I still needed more.

I slid a third finger into her and really started to work them. Soon I
could feel her body as she tensed up and came hard on my tongue.

“That’s it baby. Come for me.” I whispered as I moved up and straddled
her stomach.

She knew what I wanted before I even got into position. Rebecca grabbed
her breasts and pressed them together as my meaty member slid between her
mounds.

Oh the heaven of having those big, beautiful tits wrapped around me. I
could hardly handle it. I thrust hard against her and tried to touch her tongue
as she held it out for me. Thrust after thrust I got a little close to shooting
off my load.

“On your tits or in your mouth?” I asked as I continued to thrust.

“My tits.”

I was happy to oblige. My cock dripped with precum and lubricated her
tits as I thrust deep and hard on top of her. She kept her tongue out and it
touched the tip of my cock as one final thrust brought me to explosion.

My cum shot all over her face.

It was hot as fuck.

The shock on her face was a bit delightful and I couldn’t help but smile.
I also mentally took a picture of my glorious cum all over her big, beautiful
brown eyes. It wasn’t often I could jizz on a woman’s face. I loved it. But
most women just weren’t into it.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry.”

I jumped up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom.

Luckily Rebecca had a good sense of humor and laughed it off. She went
into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I joined her.

“I really am sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” I said again.

“It’s fine. I don’t get angry about stupid stuff. I’ll just have to come
on your face sometime.”

“Is that a promise?”

She laughed and just like that we were alright. Rebecca really was a cool
chick. I liked her a lot. But we didn’t have that electricity between us; our
relationship was much more a friendship than it was a relationship.

We both showered and then fell asleep in the bed together. I felt
comfortable with her and I knew she did with me also. It was like the ultimate
friends with benefits relationship. The only thing I worried about was that
underneath her cool exterior, she actually had feelings for me. I really hoped
that wasn’t the case, but deep down I knew it was another one of those fine
lines that I needed to work hard to walk.

Our Sunday morning breakfast with Rebecca’s family was delightful and
made me miss my own family. It had been a very long time since I had sat down
over a Sunday breakfast like that.

When we left, I saw happiness in her mother and father’s eyes. They
looked relieved that Rebecca had found a man. Perhaps I was just seeing things,
but I felt like I had actually made them happy.

For a minute, I wanted to be part of their family. I knew that Rebecca
and I didn’t have that spark that needed to be there for a relationship, but I
did really enjoy spending time with both Rebecca and her family.

I would have loved to of had jerky brothers when I grew up. It would have
been so much more fun than the way I actually spent my childhood.

After a long bit of begging, Rebecca allowed me to drive part of the way
home. It took us much longer, but I felt safer than with her driving. We
stopped at a rest area before getting close to the city though because I
couldn’t stand the traffic. It was really stressful to drive with all those
cars around. I was sure I hadn’t had such a reaction when I had driven back in
Illinois, but after many years off the road; traffic gave me high blood
pressure.

Rebecca smoothly swerved in and out of the cars and I had a new
admiration for her ability as a race car driver. It was surely something she
should consider if she ever decided she didn’t want to be a stock broker.

Chapter 13

By Monday, I had spent my entire weekend with Rebecca and had totally
forgotten to think about the ALL Warren IPO. I walked into the office and felt
rushed to make my decision. I really didn’t have any firm information about her
company; the only thing I knew so far was that there was some dirty stuff going
on with the last company she owned.

The office swirled with women talking about how they wanted in on the IPO
for ALL Warren and in a spur of the moment decision I decided to buy up a huge
lot of the stock. It was the first time I had ever made an IPO buy and felt so
uneasy about my decision. I needed to get more information on the company as
soon as possible.

First of all, not many people could get in on IPO’s. Secondly, I felt
like the company was very solid. But I still had a sinking feeling in my
stomach that I couldn’t get rid of. I hoped I had made the right decision.

Alicia obviously loved designing clothes and she seemed very passionate
about the company. I just had to hope that whatever her and that Bill guy were
hiding wasn’t something that would bankrupt the company. I could lose my job
and all my clients if I invested their money frivolously into a company that
went belly up so quickly after their IPO offering.

“Evan, I’ve never seen you look like this after a buy. What’s up?”
Natasha asked as she brought me my morning coffee and notes.

“Just felt a bit rushed on this one, I’m sure it will work all right.”

“Remember, I’m on vacation for a week. You’ll have a temp, so please
don’t fuck her.”

“What? You act like I have no self control,” I joked with Natasha.

We both knew that I had fucked every temp secretary I had ever had. There
was just no way to say no to those sexy ass women. They were only there for a
week, they often came in hot and heavy after me, and I didn’t have the ability
to turn them down.

“Just try to say no. This one is really good and it would be nice to have
a temp that we could use again down the road,” Natasha said and she appeared
annoyed with me.

“I’ll do my best, but if she throws herself at me, I can’t be responsible
for what happens after that.”

I smiled at Natasha as she left the room annoyed with me. My boyish
charms didn’t work on her and that often left her slamming the door and
ignoring me. She didn’t have much patience for my games, but that was probably
why we worked well together. I could see it in her eyes when it was time for me
to move on and stop joking. Most other women would just let me continue on with
my games, but Natasha never had let me do so.

I sat down and began to go over all the numbers as they came in on the
ALL Warren clothing line. Things looked good and as I continued to see the
price of the stock go up, I felt better and better throughout the day.

It was actually a good week for Natasha to be gone. After the buy I made
with All Warren, there wouldn’t be much else going on in the week. I’d have
some meeting with investors and possibly some other company meetings to attend,
but overall the week would likely be filled with me doing research. I enjoyed a
slow week of research every once in awhile, it helped me catch up on my life.

Hopefully I would be able to spend the rest of the week researching
Alicia’s company and try and find out what was really going on with her
financials. I needed to figure out why everything looked so perfect. I knew
there was something going on, I just didn’t know what.

Over a quarter of a million shares of stock had been issued and everyone
seemed extremely excited about the sale. I watched several interviews with
Alicia and she even looked more excited about the day. I wanted to call her or
text her but I figured it would be best to wait for the business day to be
over.

We had made plans to meet up for drinks later. I decided it would be best
to turn of the television and concentrate on my other work for the time being.
Since the initial rush of the IPO started to die down I could spend some time
analyzing other opportunities the rest of the afternoon.

In my industry, people expected a constant change in their investments,
or if there wasn’t a constant change they at least wanted a high percentage of
return. If I didn’t give that to my clients they would have no problem with
going to someone else with their investments. I had to stay on top of my game
and constantly have new research and investment ideas. It was exhausting, but
it kept the clients happy and when they were happy, I was happy.

“Mr. Gade, are you free?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Alright, I’m going to bring Darla in to go over some details for the
week.”

Natasha and the new temp walked into my office. I had worked with
temporary assistants before, it wasn’t anything new. We would go over the
schedule for the next week and the temp would take notes on things that Natasha
told her to. The agency we used was top notch and I had never had an issued
with any of the temps being subpar. Of course none were as good as Natasha, but
they were all very capable.

I looked up and watched as Natasha and the temp, Darla, made their way to
the center of the room.. They both sat down in the chairs across from my desk.

Darla did not look like any assistant in the financial district that I
had ever seen. She was tall, blonde, with her hair shaved on the sides and
longer on the top. She had tattoos that peeked out from under her blouse, and
even some on her legs. Her outfit was professional—a long pencil shirt and long
sleeved silk blouse—but I could tell underneath that exterior she was not a
typical financial industry chic.

“Evan Gade, this is Darla Owens. She will be your assistant for the next
week,” Natasha said as she introduced us.

“Mr. Gade, it’s a pleasure to be here,” Darla said in a soft and eloquent
tone.

It caught me off guard to hear the shyness in her voice.
 
A woman with as many tattoos as her didn’t
strike me as the type of person who would be shy. Typically I thought of
tattooed women as very confident and outgoing. This Darla woman had already
baffled me.

“Nice to have you on board. Please let me know if you have any questions
during our week together.”

“Thank you, sir, I’m very excited to be here. I’ll make sure you are one hundred
percent happy throughout the week.”

I glanced over at Natasha and winked at her. Oh, I’d be happy to let
Darla make me happy all week long. Natasha just shook her head back and forth
at me. But she knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. I had always had a thing for
chicks with tattoos, there just weren’t many of them in the financial district
to play with.

“I’m sure you will be great. Thanks for filling in,” I said as I stood up
to shake hands with Darla. “I need to run, so why don’t you two run the schedule
together and Darla can fill me in on it tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” Natasha said as I left the room.

If Natasha said this temp was good, I had to trust her, but she seemed a
little out of her element to me. Darla looked like a biker chick all dressed up
in business attire. Something didn’t match up at all. But hey, who was I do
judge? I hated dressing up in my suits just as much as the next guy. If it was
up to me I’d wear jeans and a t-shirt every day. But I liked the status that a
custom suit gave me. I enjoyed the way my boss looked at me when I walked in
with a suit that was nicer than his.

I really could have stayed and gone over the schedule for the week but it
didn’t really matter to me. I was confident that Natasha would tell Darla all
about the events and meetings I needed to be at. There really was no need for
me to sit around and babysit them.

I wasn’t a fan of babysitting anyone. My research techs, assistants and
anyone else I worked with knew I expected them to be top notch. There was no need
for me to check up on them because it was an ongoing expectation.

Spending the next week with Darla as my assistant would be a little more
distracting than I had hoped for. I had a lot to do with researching Alicia’s
company and I really wanted to keep my focus.

Instead, I felt I might be caught thinking about Darla and how sexy her
body looked without clothes on. I really wanted to see just how many tattoos
she had under her clothes. I wanted to let my tongue trace them, my fingers
touch them; I knew I was going to have to play with Darla sometime during the
week. Perhaps I would be able to hold off until the end of the week so I
wouldn’t make things too uncomfortable between us. It wasn’t likely, but I
would try.

I did need to spend most of my time and energy on Alicia and her company.
At our date later, I would have to really try and get her to loosen up. It
baffled me that she still had not given in to me. I would have to up my game so
I could show her just how much I was into her. There was no way I was going to
let the night end without her in my bed; or me in hers. It had to happen. I
couldn’t let another date go by without closing the deal between the two of us.
My body needed to be inside of her and I knew she wanted me as well.

Alicia’s company may have already went public, but I didn’t have
confidence in the financials of the company or Bill Yobi, its Financial Vice
President. There was something odd going on and I had to find out if Alicia
knew about it already or if there was something much deeper going on. Not only
had I invested thousands of my own dollars into the company, I had just
invested thousands of dollars for my clients.

The only way to ensure my money and their money was safe was to get to
the bottom of the financial information. ALL Warren clothing was hiding
something. Maybe it was Alicia who was hiding it or maybe it was Bill; but
either way I needed that information before something went wrong and I lost
thousands of dollars.

My problem was, anyway I could think about getting to the information was
illegal. I had already read through all the publicly available information. Now
I needed the secret stuff. Now I needed to find the deep dark files that no one
wanted to see the light of day. I needed to talk to Michael about it all and
see if he could help give me some ideas about what I needed to look for and
where it might be.