Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
No matter what I do or how many dates I go on, I have yet to find a woman who doesn’t bore me. The moment I identified Bianca’s presence, everything else ceased to exist. I can’t leave Chelsea as she is, though. That would be a dick move.
“Wait here. I’ll get you a towel.”
There’s a stack by the pool, and I grab one to help her wipe her face. My gaze darts back to the house and there’s no sign of Bianca now, and that leaves me reeling. With a smile, Chelsea pulls on the light cotton dress and sandals she wore to the house before I take her inside so she can finish cleaning up in the bathroom.
I’m not even a little surprised that Bianca fled the kitchen. I can’t help but stare at the spot she sat as I pass through and show Chelsea to the powder room. While waiting for her to finish, I text one of my drivers to bring a car around.
Most of my awareness, though, is still on Bianca. I’m sure she’s lingering in Tatum’s room, staring at the door, wondering if I’m going to come and accuse her of watching me. Laughter threatens to escape me. I imagined they’d be out all night, stumbling in closer to dawn. It’s what I would’ve been doing at twenty-one years old.
If I had known they’d return home so early, I might not have been so quick to fuck by the pool.
Knowing how responsible Bianca is, I’m sure she’s the one that decided to come home. Responsible, sweet, and naive. It wouldn’t take much to corrupt her. Though I never could’ve guessed she’d be the type who likes to watch.
I wonder what else she’s into. She would benefit from an older, more experienced partner who can show her what she’s capable of.
Oh, fuck, the things I could show her… the things I could do to her…
“There’s a car waiting for you outside,” I tell Chelsea as she walks out of the bathroom.
“I was thinking maybe we could have another drink. Sit, converse, and get to know each other a little better.” She flashes her white teeth at me, her features hopeful. Yes, she’s pretty with her long blonde hair, perfectly painted face, and slim body with perky tits, but that’s about as far as it goes.
She’s trying to stop the inevitable, but this night isn’t going to end how she wants, which is with her in my bed, my cock deep inside her.
“I don’t want to be an asshole, Chelsea, but you know the deal.” I try not to sound like a jerk, but there isn’t any way not to.
“I guess I was hoping this time would be different,” she mumbles under her breath.
I don’t respond because what’s the point? Nothing I say will change the outcome. I don’t stick my dick in anyone, not anymore. I learned a long time ago that when you’re rich and successful, they can use even your semen against you. Nobody wins as big as a woman trying to pin a baby on you.
Thankfully, she takes the hint and leaves without another complaint. I close the door behind her and forget she was ever here.
Women have their place, and I send them on their merry way once I’ve had my fill. It might make me an asshole, but at least I get them off first.
I run a hand through my thick hair, a heavy sigh leaving my lips. I’m sure that’s what would happen if I ever lost the years-long fight with what’s left of my conscience and finally fucked Bianca. The thought of sending her on her way like all the others. I wouldn’t want that—not for her, but especially not for my daughter.
How could I look her in the eyes and tell her I fucked her best friend and put her out by the curb like yesterday’s garbage?
I pad barefoot through the first floor, my swim trunks clinging to my muscled thighs.
Go to her. I almost obey the thought without thinking of the consequences. My body is screaming yes while my brain tells me no. It’s not enough for us to have our dirty secret, which, no doubt, we’ll both pretend never happened, at least for Tatum’s sake. I can only imagine how she would react if she knew what transpired tonight.
My daughter never needs to know, but Bianca is in for a rude awakening if she thinks I won’t call her out on what happened. Now that I’ve seen the girl beneath that sheltered, sweet exterior, there’s no going back to the way things were.
I’m consumed with desire, but I let my brain make the final choice and enter my study instead of continuing down the hall. The first thing I do is head for the bar and pour myself a drink, hoping to cool my overheated libido. What I need more than anything is to dull my senses and calm the desire threatening to harden me once again so soon after coming. Images of fucking her and filling her with my cum, of claiming her completely, filter through my head.