At forty years old, he looked good. Even with the life he lived, he took care of himself. He’d seen nothing but ugly all of his life. Knew the scum that lived among them. As he rose to power, taking over the city with an iron fist, he’d come to see that the wealthy could be even uglier than he ever imagined. Their greed knew no bounds. They came to him for every single dirty secret.
He stepped back, stripped out of his clothes, and got inside the shower. After he turned the water on, the rush of coldness ran down his back, soaking his hair. Tilting his head back, he wanted the cold to wash away the rampant need to fuck.
His cock ached. His balls were tight. His length stiff and ready to pound Laura’s pussy. No other woman would do.
Gabe wrapped his fingers around his length, closing his eyes and imagining the woman he wanted to possess more than anything.
Laura enticed him as no other. She was the prize he wanted to take.
He started from the base and worked up to the tip. Up and down, he slid his hand over his dick, feeling the need driving him.
She was more fire than he could ever have hoped for. The thought of her going to her knees, taking his cock between those lips, it was too much. Even better was her spreading her legs and begging for him. Hungry for him.
He worked his dick faster, feeling his orgasm build.
Slamming his hand against the tile wall, he spilled his cum onto the waiting shower floor below. His cum drained down the plug as he caught his breath.
It had been years since he’d used his hand to give himself pleasure. Women were at the push of a button, but the only woman he wanted was Laura.
After rinsing his body, he climbed out of the shower and headed back to the bedroom.
Laura would belong to him. It was just a matter of time. Every woman had their price, as did every single man.
With this woman, he was going to make her fall for him and what he could give her. She’d had power taken away from her as a young child. No one had wanted her. That kind of pain left a scar, he was certain of it. He’d repair it by offering her everything and only expecting her body in return. She’d belong to him by the end of the week. There was only so much a woman could take before she belonged to him.
He picked up his cell phone and organized the first delivery for tomorrow. A bouquet of roses.
Gabe flicked to her social media account again and noticed the rose tattoo on the inside of her arm. The only piece of ink on her skin and on her right inner wrist. The woman must love roses, and that was exactly what she was going to have.
Chapter Two
The bouquet of roses arrived first.
She sent them back. They were beautiful but unnecessary.
Next, a gold bracelet.
She returned it.
Chocolates.
A watch.
Tickets to a show.
A necklace.
Clothing.
A check with lots of zeros on.
She sent it all back.
All the gifts came from Gabe. They were pointless.
It had been two weeks since their first date, and he’d done nothing but send her lots of gifts. There was no reason to. She didn’t accept any of them.
Their date had been fun, but she didn’t see it necessary to accept any gift from him.
By the third week, she figured he’d given up whatever he was trying to do. Only, when she entered her first job on Monday, she discovered something … annoying. Her last paycheck waited for her. They had to let her go. The only job she’d ever been fired from was at the restaurant. Rather than cause a scene, as the owner wouldn’t look at her, she had an idea of what happened.
In a matter of hours, her second job also magically came to an end for no good reason. She gritted her teeth and started to interview for other places. Every single place miraculously had no work. In a city where she’d never struggled for work, suddenly they had everyone they needed.
By the end of that third week and a call from her landlord about raising the rent due the following day, she’d had enough.
The jewelry and pointless gifts were one thing. Taking her job and now raising her rent was another thing entirely.
One date. He hadn’t asked for anything else. She had no choice but to go get a decent meal afterward.
Now, she was angry. Actually, she was fucking infuriated, that was what she was. She ran a hand down her face trying to contain her anger. Nothing helped.
If rumors were true, she knew where his main office was. She paid a cab to take her to it. The line to get into the nightclub was long.