I’m not a gold-digger, I cannot contest that being poor is hard. I won’t deny wanting better for my son than what I had. There’s also the fact that, whether I want to admit it or not, I’m attracted to a man I can never truly have. Staying here and keeping things in perspective isn’t going to be an easy feat. I’m dealing with matters of the heart and a rich playboy—not a good combination by any stretch of the imagination. I make up my mind and strengthen my resolve to not get attached. The best and only way I can think of to do that is to resist him. The only question is…how do I resist a man who not only desires my obedience, but demands it?
Chapter Eight
Stormy
I’m sitting in the bathtub with suds up to my neck, drinking a glass of wine, and deep in thought. I look up to see Miller who is leaning against the doorway and holding a beer.
“Stop already, Miller”
“Don’t want to.”
“Why can’t you be normal and not so stalkerish?”
“It goes with my job description. Now, spill the beans. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?”
I fake a southern drawl and answer his question as if I am some dimwitted blonde with no depth.
“Well, you know meeee, I’m thankin’ about shoppin’ and movie stars.”
“I don’t want you working with me then,” he answers, looking at me through hooded eyes.
“Fine. I’m thinking about the fact that while I’m sleeping in a bed tonight, that poor woman across town will be sleeping in a cage.”
“Maybe she likes sleeping in a cage.”
“That’s a typical male reply.”
“You know me, chauvinistic pig that I am.”
“I don’t know if I’d go that far, you do offer equal employment opportunities to the opposite gender.”
“That’s only so can use you. I’m a self-serving asshole.”
“That you are. Anyway, I’m worried about her. Why didn’t we rescue her while we were there?”
“Timing is everything in this line of work, Stormy. Plus, I couldn’t deny my homeboys the thrill of a kill,” he sheepishly adds.
“You’re right. You are a chauvinistic asshole.”
“Get out of the tub and throw some jeans on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To check on this poor damsel in distress you’re worried about.”
“I take it back. You’re not a chauvinistic asshole.”
“I was going to check on her anyway, before you said anything.”
“Then I take it back again. You are a chauvinistic asshole once more.”
“I’m whatever I need to be to get the job done, young lady.” With that, he disappears as quickly as he had appeared…
Black Rose
I circle the bed. I have the flavor of the evening tied down and splayed before me.
I have her secured in a doggy style position with her arms straight out and attached to the posts of the bed. Though she is completely nude, I still don the suit I wore today. My demeanor is dangerous with just a hint of boyish mischief. I’m not a conceited man, but I am well aware that my looks, combined with my power and money, draw women like bees to honey. It takes a hell of a lot more than a beautiful woman to make an impression on me though. The old adage, “ What do you get someone who has everything?” definitely applies to me. I have grown up in the lap of luxury. Ironically enough, the only thing that I have been denied in life is any sort of love or connection. Oh well, you can’t miss what you’ve never had.
I have what some may view as an eccentric sexual appetite, to say the least. I like control but my sexual conquests always return for more. They are nothing more than just that though—conquests. Lately, however, I have been experiencing something new to me. Though I haven’t slept with Melanie…yet… I find myself comparing the women I bed to her, and they never seem to measure up. In my mind, I am only curbing my appetite for now. I never make any promises. In fact, the more I assure a woman she is very likely never to see me again, the more they
Chapter Eight
Stormy
I’m sitting in the bathtub with suds up to my neck, drinking a glass of wine, and deep in thought. I look up to see Miller who is leaning against the doorway and holding a beer.
“Stop already, Miller”
“Don’t want to.”
“Why can’t you be normal and not so stalkerish?”
“It goes with my job description. Now, spill the beans. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?”
I fake a southern drawl and answer his question as if I am some dimwitted blonde with no depth.
“Well, you know meeee, I’m thankin’ about shoppin’ and movie stars.”
“I don’t want you working with me then,” he answers, looking at me through hooded eyes.
“Fine. I’m thinking about the fact that while I’m sleeping in a bed tonight, that poor woman across town will be sleeping in a cage.”
“Maybe she likes sleeping in a cage.”
“That’s a typical male reply.”
“You know me, chauvinistic pig that I am.”
“I don’t know if I’d go that far, you do offer equal employment opportunities to the opposite gender.”
“That’s only so can use you. I’m a self-serving asshole.”
“That you are. Anyway, I’m worried about her. Why didn’t we rescue her while we were there?”
“Timing is everything in this line of work, Stormy. Plus, I couldn’t deny my homeboys the thrill of a kill,” he sheepishly adds.
“You’re right. You are a chauvinistic asshole.”
“Get out of the tub and throw some jeans on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To check on this poor damsel in distress you’re worried about.”
“I take it back. You’re not a chauvinistic asshole.”
“I was going to check on her anyway, before you said anything.”
“Then I take it back again. You are a chauvinistic asshole once more.”
“I’m whatever I need to be to get the job done, young lady.” With that, he disappears as quickly as he had appeared…
Black Rose
I circle the bed. I have the flavor of the evening tied down and splayed before me.
I have her secured in a doggy style position with her arms straight out and attached to the posts of the bed. Though she is completely nude, I still don the suit I wore today. My demeanor is dangerous with just a hint of boyish mischief. I’m not a conceited man, but I am well aware that my looks, combined with my power and money, draw women like bees to honey. It takes a hell of a lot more than a beautiful woman to make an impression on me though. The old adage, “ What do you get someone who has everything?” definitely applies to me. I have grown up in the lap of luxury. Ironically enough, the only thing that I have been denied in life is any sort of love or connection. Oh well, you can’t miss what you’ve never had.
I have what some may view as an eccentric sexual appetite, to say the least. I like control but my sexual conquests always return for more. They are nothing more than just that though—conquests. Lately, however, I have been experiencing something new to me. Though I haven’t slept with Melanie…yet… I find myself comparing the women I bed to her, and they never seem to measure up. In my mind, I am only curbing my appetite for now. I never make any promises. In fact, the more I assure a woman she is very likely never to see me again, the more they
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