Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Jackson

Looking in the mirror, I straightened my tie and headed downstairs, where my sister, Jules, was in the kitchen heating up some leftover spaghetti and meatballs that Terrence had prepared.

“Look at you.” She smiled. “Hot date tonight?”

“Yes. The woman I’m having dinner with is very hot.” I smirked.

“Who is she, Jackson?”

“Her name is Emily, and she happens to be the owner of Emily’s Edge, that shop you like.”

“Really? I was just in there the other day. What does she look like?”

“She’s beautiful and blonde.”

“I think she was the one that rang me up. Blue eyes, tall?”

“Yes. That would be her.”

“She’s gorgeous. Is this your first date?” She smiled.

“No. I met her when I went there and bought you that dress. We ended up seeing each other at a wedding about a month later, got to talking, and we went out a few times.”

She leaned over the counter and pointed her fork at me.

“Sounds serious. Is there something you need to tell me?”

“No, and it’s not serious. Come on, Jules, you know me. But I will tell you this, she’s a very special woman. You want to know why?”

“Why?” Her brows furrowed.

“Because she doesn’t believe in relationships, marriage, etc. She’s a drama-free woman to date.” I smiled.

“Interesting.” She bit into a meatball.

“I have to go. Edward is waiting downstairs for me.” I kissed her forehead. “Make sure to lock up when you leave.”

“I will. Have fun on your date.”

“Oh, I definitely will.” I winked as I stepped onto the elevator.

Knocking on her apartment door, I was surprised when Evelyn answered it.

“Hello, Evelyn. You look lovely.”

“Thank you, Jackson. Come on in. Emily will be out in a minute.”

Stepping inside, I took a look around her apartment. It was nice and very cozy. It was the type of apartment where you felt at home the minute you stepped inside.

“So, do you know the man that Emily set you up with?” I asked.

“No. I’ve never met him, but Em says he’s tall, dark, and handsome. He’s a gynecologist.”

I cocked my head and narrowed my eye. “Is he Emily’s doctor?”

“No. He’s an associate at her doctor’s office. Her doctor was delivering a baby, so Dylan stepped in and saw her. Super weird that he had emailed her from Match wanting to go on a date. She had no clue it was him until she was on the table. I’m not sure how I feel about him, knowing he’s been all up in her space, if you know what I mean.”

I swallowed hard at the thought, and a feeling of uneasiness overtook me.

“I heard that,” Emily spoke as she walked into the living area. “Hi, Jackson.” She smiled brightly. “He’s a doctor. It’s his job. We’ve already been over this.” She sat down on the couch and put on her heels.

“So, this guy has seen you naked?” I asked.

“Not you too.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t mention it when I picked you up.”

“I didn’t know I had to.” Her eye narrowed.

“Considering you just had Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome all up in your space and then we had sex right after in the back of my limo. No wonder you were so horny.”

“Wait a minute,” Evelyn interrupted. “You had sex in the back of his limo right after your gyno appointment?”

“You two,” she pointed her finger at us, “are being idiots. Now let’s go before Dylan thinks we stood him up.”

“Wouldn’t want Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome to think that now, would we?” I mumbled.

“I heard that, Mr. Caine.” Emily grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

I was usually a pretty laid-back guy, but this piece of information that she neglected to tell me really made me mad. Knowing that he saw the woman that I had sex with that way, plus wanting to date her, made me already hate him. Where the fuck was this coming from?

We arrived at Per Se precisely at seven o’clock, and the hostess led us to the table where the guy was already seated.

“Dylan.” Emily smiled. “This is Jackson Caine. And this beautiful woman is Evelyn.”

“Nice to meet you, Jackson.” He held out his hand.

I hesitated to shake it, but I did, being the nice person I was. We took our seats at the round table, and I ordered a bottle of champagne for the four of us. Dylan and Evelyn were engaged in a conversation, so I leaned over and whispered in Emily’s ear.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me. That’s kind of fucked up, if you ask me.”

“Oh, my God. Will you drop it already?” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“No. He wanted to date you.”

“So what. Lots of guys want to date me, just like a lot of women want to date you.”

“But you aren’t sitting across from someone who has seen me naked.”

“Give it time, Jackson. I’m sure my time will come. I’m pretty positive you’ve slept with half, if not more, of the women in this city.”

“Are you two okay?” Evelyn asked.

“We’re fine.” Emily smiled.

After finishing off the bottle of champagne, dinner, and dessert, I paid the bill, and we stepped outside. Evelyn and Dylan seemed quite attracted to each other and decided to go off and spend the rest of the evening alone.

“I think I just made a match.” Emily smiled as she slid into the back of my limo.

“They seemed to hit it off. Am I driving you home now, or do you want to go somewhere else?” I asked.

“We can go back to my place.” She grinned. “I have chocolates and wine.”

“Sounds sexy.” The corners of my mouth curved upwards.

I had done nothing but think about fucking her all night. In fact, it was all I seemed to think about, even when she wasn’t around. She radiated sexiness, and my cock couldn’t seem to get enough of her. I needed to talk to her about something, but I’d wait until after sex. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Emily

We barely made it through the door, and my dress was off, and Jackson had me pinned against the wall, devouring my body in an animal-like manner. I didn’t mind because it was all I thought about all night. He put on a condom and thrust inside me, my arms above my head, with his hands gripping them tight. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, his free hand encircled my body and held me up as he pounded into me, causing me to orgasm with only a few pumps. A loud moan rumbled in his chest as he slowed down and then halted while he came.

Letting go of my wrists, he kissed my lips, pulled out of me, and went into the bathroom. After slipping back into my panties, I grabbed my silk robe from behind the door and walked to my bedroom.

“Nice place you have here,” he said as he came out from the bathroom.

“Thanks.” I headed towards the kitchen, and he followed.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he spoke with seriousness.

“Okay.”

I reached up into the cabinet, grabbed two wine glasses, and poured some wine in each.

“Don’t drink that yet,” I spoke as I handed him the glasses. “I still have to get the chocolates out.”

He chuckled as he took our wine over to the couch while I grabbed a box of Godiva truffles and sat beside him.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” I asked as I turned my body and faced him.

“We’re both business people, right?”

“Last time I checked.” I smiled.

“And we’re both used to dealing in negotiations. I do it on a daily basis, and I’m sure you do it with clothing vendors and such. Correct?”

“Yes. You are correct. I negotiate all the time.”

“Good, because I want to negotiate a deal with you.”

A light laugh escaped my lips. “What kind of deal?”

He inhaled a sharp breath. “You and I are a good fit. Wouldn’t you say?” His fingers ran down my hair.

“Yeah. We are a good fit.”

“We get along well. Neither one of us wants to get involved in any type of relationship thing, and we have fun together. The two of us are uncomplicated.”

“True.” I nodded.

“So, I was thinking we could negotiate and sign a contract where we would continue spending time together without any complications.”

“What?” I laughed. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Think of it as a companion contract. You and I would see each other, go out on dates, have sex, and spend time together without any of the other bullshit that goes along with dating.”

“What bullshit are you referring to?” I cocked my head.

“You know. Falling in love, trying to change yourself, wanting to know what the other person is doing at all times. The shit that happens when two people get too comfortable with each other, and then everything starts to go to hell. Listen, Emily. I like you, and I want to spend time with you and only you, and I’m hoping you’d only want to spend time with me. No strings, no drama, nothing. Just the two of us enjoying each other’s company and having a good time.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” I asked.

“Yes, but you’ve had your fair share of man drama, and I’ve had my fair share of woman drama, so by signing a contract, the two of us could avoid all that. I’d set some ground rules, and you’d do the same. We’d negotiate until we both were comfortable with the arrangement.”

What he said totally blew me away, but I was game. What did I have to lose? Nothing, as far as I was concerned.

“I like you too, Jackson, and I like spending time with you. So, let’s do it. You draw up a contract, and I’ll do the same. We’ll look both of them over, and we’ll negotiate. How long would this contract be for?”

“I was thinking six months.”

“Okay. Let’s give it a shot. You only live once, right?” I smiled.

“Right.” His lips brushed against mine.