Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Wes

My trip was pretty boring until I met Anna. Figures we’d meet on my last night in Paris. At least we shared one night together—a night I wouldn’t forget any time soon. She captivated me, and it had been a long time since any woman had done that. I’d slept with a lot of women. Women who only seemed to care about my money. Anna didn’t seem that way, but she didn’t know who I was. After landing, I went home to my Park Avenue penthouse and put my suitcase on the bed. When I opened it, I found a pair of Anna’s panties with a note pinned to them.

“Just a small reminder of our one night together. Thank you. Sincerely, Anna.”

A smile crossed my lips as I held them up. My cock started to twitch, so I tucked them in my drawer as a reminder of her. Damn it. I should have stayed another day or two, but I couldn’t. I needed to be back for an important meeting I couldn’t afford to miss. Plus, why make things more difficult?

As I approached my office the next morning, I could tell something was off with Chrissy, my personal assistant.

“Welcome back, Wes. I need to speak with you.”

“Of course. Come into my office.”

I walked in and set my briefcase down while Chrissy took a seat across from my desk.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. I’m giving you two weeks’ notice.”

“Why?” I asked with surprise as I cocked my head at her.

“Now that Tom and I are divorced, I decided to move back home to Seattle to be with my family. I really hate doing this to you, but I can’t stay in the same state as him any longer.”

“I understand.” I folded my hands. “Do you have a job lined up there?”

“No.” She looked down. “I’m going to look when I get there.”

“You were a great personal assistant, and filling your shoes will be very hard. I can call my contacts in Seattle and see if I can get you a job.” I smiled.

“Really?” She looked up at me.

“Yeah. Give me a day or two, and I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks, Wes. Again, I’m sorry to do this to you.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have to take care of yourself. I understand why you have to leave.” I gave her a small smile as I got up from behind my desk and walked over to her. “It’s going to be very hard to replace you.” I gave her a light hug.

I felt bad for her. She was a woman in her mid-forties and an attractive one at that. She had been married to her husband for twenty-one years before she found out about his mistress and the affair that had been going on for the past three years. I didn’t blame her for wanting to move away, not one bit. I sighed as she walked out and shut the door. Picking up my phone, I called human resources to let them know and to find me a replacement for when she left.

“Welcome home, Wes.” Christopher, my friend and vice president, grinned as he walked into my office.

“Thanks, Christopher.”

“How was Paris?”

I stared at him with a wide grin splayed across my face.

“What?” His eyes steadily narrowed at me.

“I had the best one-night stand of my life my last night there.”

“Do tell.” A sly smile crossed his lips.

“Her name is Anna, and she is the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met. She was staying in the suite next to mine. We had dinner together and then spent the night in my room.”

“Did you get her number?”

“Nah.” I leaned back in my chair. “I’ll never see her again. She was on her honeymoon.” I smirked.

“Wait. What?” He lightly shook his head.

“She left her fiancé at the altar. Took one look at him walking down the aisle and then bolted and flew to Paris.”

“Damn, Wes. Sounds to me like she has some problems.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “At least she knew what she didn’t want. You have to give her credit for that. She called her father while we were together, and they had a huge blow-up. I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but it was something about her disappointing him again.”

“She sounds like a rebel to me,” Christopher spoke.

“Perhaps. I have no idea where she’s from or where she’s going to go. But the one thing I can tell you is that I can’t stop thinking about her. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

“It was probably best you left it the way you did. You didn’t tell her who you were or what you did, did you?”

“No. She only knows me as Wes.”

“Gotta love those one-night stands. Sometimes, they can really leave a mark on us. Well, you had a night of great sex and fun. At least you don’t have to worry about her using you for your money and status.” He smirked.

He left my office as I turned my chair around, stared out into the busy streets of New York City, and thought about the little gift she left me in my suitcase.