Something has gone wrong and I may never be able to fix it. I control my world. It’s the way it’s always been. I remain calm, remain cool, look at every deal and gamble as if I have nothing to lose. It’s what worked for me on the football field and it translated perfectly to my first real estate transactions back in the early days when I flipped houses.
I have no time for anything else. Not for women. Not for sex.
Certainly not for love.
Winning is my world, it’s everything. The money is a means to an end. It brings respect and that leads to power.
But now I know what it can never give me. The one thing I’m closer to now than I’ve ever been.
Happiness.
She’s swaying as she plays, her hair catching the low light, looking like black silk down her back, and I want to release my hard on and calm it with a few strokes but I know my hand will be of no relief.
I think of gathering her hair in my fist, lowering her to her knees and introducing those red lips to every inch of my cock. Her tongue tickling my balls as I release jets of sticky cum onto that perfect face. Those perky, barely legal tits.
The thought has cum slipping out of the tip of my dick and soaking into my boxers, making my pulse race as vulgar thoughts of her tight pussy make me shiver, imagining how it will feel on my cock the first time—
A wrong note cuts through my thoughts, the music stopping abruptly as she freezes in mid-action, hands paused over the keys of the grand piano. Moments pass, then: “Why are you watching me?”
She’s staring at me, and I step forward from the shadows, unable to keep the distance between us any longer.
“I couldn’t help myself.” It’s the truth and I can see it registers in her luminescent blue eyes.
“Well, maybe you should learn.” She spins on the piano bench and the low-cut V of her dress drapes open, exposing part of one deep pink hardened nipple, and I have to choke back the snarl that catches in my throat.
If anyone else was around, I’d throw my jacket over her and chastise her for letting others see what’s mine, but since it’s just the two of us in here I sniff and let my eyes memorize every curve and exposed inch of her flesh, knowing I will play this moment over and over in my mind until the day I die.
The moment I met the love of my life.
Get a fucking grip, man.
When she looks down and notices her breast half exposed, she doesn’t immediately gasp and cover herself. Instead, she looks at me with a determined stare and licks those lips, her eyes twinkling, knowing she’s having an effect on me.
My dick doesn’t care, but I need to know before I lust after this girl who is quickly becoming my obsession. “How old are you?” I blurt the words out, and know for the rest of my life I will regret them being some of the first I spoke to her.
“I’m not drinking. They didn’t ask for my ID at the door. Why do you need to know?”
The fact she’s willing to stand up to me only fuels the fire she’s lit in my heart. “This is my place. My building. I have a right to know who’s in it.”
She narrows one eye and crosses her arms over her chest, her dress moving to cover her nipple and making me irrationally angry. I want to rip it from her body, to expose every inch of her.
“Not that I think that’s a very good reason for you to know, but I’m eighteen.” She slips her hair behind her ears and I see the girl underneath the makeup and the low-cut dress. But my body relaxes. At least my carnal thoughts are not of a child, but a girl—even if she is barely a toe over the legal line.
When I’m within a few steps of her I see her body tense as she assesses me. I know what most people think of me at first glance. The goon. The enforcer. Not the cunning businessman who has built an empire in fifteen short years.
I must outweigh her by two-hundred pounds, and my obscenely throbbing dick probably weighs more right now than she could lift with both hands. I’m sure I must look like a wild beast bearing down on its prey. But little does she know, as much as I want to consume her, I want more to protect her.
Because she needs that. I can see it in the way she holds one shoulder higher than the other. The way she forces her eyes to mine and rubs her hands together in her lap.