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Billionaire Chase
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Chase
“Another round for everyone,” I hollered out as I walked into Club Kitty.
“Mr. Foster,” the manager, Aaron, said as he pulled me aside. “Your father asked me not to let you buy rounds of drinks for everyone anymore.”
I hated when my father started talking to people and telling them what to do. He thought that just because he had money, he could control me. But I could take care of myself. I didn’t need my father butting into my business.
“My fucking father is not my keeper,” I said to Aaron. “George, I’m buying the round.”
The bartender stood still and looked at Aaron for guidance. George wasn’t prepared to get on my bad side, yet he also didn’t want to lose his job. As he looked back and forth between the club manager and me, it was hard to tell who was firmer in their stance. But I knew that money always spoke for itself, so I simply pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills and flashed them at the two men.
“Fine, Chase, buy your drinks. But if your father asks, I’m going to tell him that you insisted.”
“That works,” I said as I made my way to the corner lounge area of the club.
Club Kitty was my favorite place to hang out at on weekends. Actually, it was my favorite place to hang out on some weekdays, too. It was a dance club where some of the most beautiful people in Atlanta came to hang out. Sexy, young women dressed in next to nothing shook their assets in the hopes of landing themselves one of the wealthy men who frequented the club.
I was one of the most eligible bachelors in Atlanta. My father, Reynold, owned Foster Industries, a high-end manufacturing company that earned a net of over $5 billion dollars the previous year. Everyone in Atlanta knew I was on my way to being the next CEO. In fact, my father had plans to hand over his company at the next big stockholder meeting in a few months.
“Come here, beautiful,” I said as I grabbed a delicious-looking blonde off the dance floor.
“Hi,” she said as she latched onto me. “I’m Lana.”
“Lana, I’m going to take you into the back room and fuck you.”
She tried to look shocked at my proposition. She was sweet, maybe twenty-two years old, and totally my type. I didn’t come to the club for a long-term relationship. I came for fun, and Lana looked like just the kind of fun for me.
Most of the women had to pretend as if they were going to say no. There was a certain honor in not agreeing with my proposition right away. I understood. I didn’t want any woman to feel bad or to do anything they didn’t want to do. But I knew how the routine went.
First, she’d look shocked. Then, we would talk, and I’d flirt with her, tell her how beautiful she was. Then, she would soften up and start to smile more. Maybe she would start to touch me more often. Eventually, she would agree that my proposition was a great idea. She would want me just as badly as I wanted her. There was nothing as exciting as the conquest of a woman.
Yes, I knew it was a game. That was the fun of it. Nothing serious, no strings attached. Just good, old-fashioned fun. We all needed more fun in our lives. Everything had gotten too serious lately, and I was tired of it. I wanted to go back to the days when people just fucked for fun and the freedom of living life was truly still there. The confines of my reality were often too much for me.
“I’ll come back and dance with you, but that’s it,” Lana said as we walked to my favorite private room.
She was impressed that I had the private room all to myself. I didn’t need a bunch of my friends to chip in and help pay it. I could afford it on my own. My job with my father allowed me a hefty salary, which I enjoyed spending on a variety of things. None of them very long lasting – booze, women, and trips. My father also ensured I had access to credit cards and bank accounts to pay my bills. Even his recent attempt to have me cut back on my spending didn’t bother me. I had plenty of other ways to get money, if needed.
“Lana, you’re the most beautiful woman in this place,” I said as I pulled her close to me.
She didn’t resist. There was something about a man with money that made every woman agree to things they might not normally do. This was just a fact of life that I had learned over many years as a single man.
“Thank you, Chase.”
“You know my name?”