Jackson
“ S uck harder .”
Fuck . What does a guy have to do to get a woman in this city to suck his cock like she’s a fucking Hoover vacuum?
The woman on her knees, I don’t even remember her name, looks up at me with annoyance painted on her overly dressed up face. It makes me smirk as I slap her cheek lightly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Thought you were gonna get fucked slow and sweet and that I’d let you stay the night?”
She pulls back off my cock and wipes at her mouth roughly as she gets to her feet. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
“Not news. And you signed an NDA, so if a word of this gets out, I’ll make sure you’re doing this as a job for the rest of your life. And you won’t be getting paid.” My phone vibrates on the coffee table in front of me, and I tuck myself back into my slacks before leaning forward to grab it.
The woman makes a high-pitched huffing noise as she gathers her stuff and makes her way across the hardwood floor of my living room. “It isn’t news that you’re an arrogant playboy, but I didn’t think you were the type to leave a woman unsatisfied.”
She’s baiting me, and I’m not stupid enough to open my mouth and bite the hook she’s dangling like she’s trying to catch a big, fat, billion-dollar fish. Ignoring her, I open my phone and groan when I see it’s a text from my uncle.
The meeting tonight isn’t optional.
There’s a ding that signals the elevator has taken the desperate female out of my penthouse, and I glance behind me to make sure she’s actually gone before letting my head fall back on the couch. Part of me feels slightly bad about how I treated her. But every woman I’ve brought home lately is the fucking same. They pretend like they know what they’re doing and then try to act demure, as if somehow going slow and acting shy is going to do the trick for me.
Slow and shy has never been my thing. I don’t want an inexperienced virgin, or a woman pretending to be one. I want a woman to ride my dick like she’s trying to split herself in half with it. Hard, raw, and primal is what gets me going. Graze my cock with your teeth. Tell me to fuck you harder. My idea of a good time is breaking a fucking bed frame.
And sure, there have been plenty of women who have left me satisfied sexually, but they don’t keep my interest beyond that. They think that alone earns them a right to be on my arm. A right to the title of girlfriend , eventually leading to fiancée , then wife.
Men in my position shouldn’t have wives. Or girlfriends, for that matter. It always ends messy. So why even bother? Love doesn’t exist for men like me—men of power with billions at their fingertips and the world at their feet. We’re greedy bastards, and one woman will never be enough.
If that were really true, you wouldn’t feel the way you do, you lonely prick.
Regardless, this life has grown dull. I’m bored with the same routine over and over. No one ever says no . No one ever challenges me.
My phone buzzes again.
In fact, I want you there early.
Checking my watch, I realize that if I’m gonna be early, I need to leave now. I don’t even know what this stupid meeting my uncle wants me at is about. Or why it has to be at some restaurant he partially owns instead of at the office where they usually are.
“Fucking stupid. Like I don’t have better things to do on a Friday night.” Standing, I pull my shirt over my head and head upstairs to my bedroom. The intense floral perfume of the woman is clinging to my skin, and I need to wash it away if I plan on bringing someone else home tonight.
The word Decadence beams down at me in neon cursive as Robert pulls my black town car up to the curb. I’ve never been here, or even heard my uncle talk about it, but as soon as I step through the doors, I can see why he insisted on meeting here.
It’s dimly lit, but I’ve always thought that makes a woman more attractive. And attractive is definitely the word I’d use to describe the waitresses.
“How can I help you today?” A pretty brunette beams up at me from the hostess stand—a blush already staining her full cheeks as she does her best to maintain eye contact.
“That depends. What time do you get off work, gorgeous?” The way her whole face flushes, I’ll bet she just creamed herself.
Before she can answer, a stunning dark-haired woman wearing a cream-colored pantsuit appears behind her with an unapproving glare like an overprotective mother. “That won’t be necessary, . Your uncle is in the back. You can follow me.”
“And you are?”
“My name is Carmela.” Her tone makes me think she doesn’t like me, and I wonder what she has to do with the meeting and how she knows anything about me to begin with.
Carmela saunters through the tables, pausing to say hello to a few patrons, while I check out the waitresses and try to decide which one I’ll let finish the job the no-name woman from earlier walked out on.
As far as restaurants go, this is a nice one. Exposed brick, distressed wood, bronze furnishings–for the area, it’s not exactly upscale, but it’s better than Serafina’s. A flash of rust catches my eye, and I turn my gaze.
It’s been a long time since a woman took my breath away. But this one, there’s something about this one that’s special. Dark copper hair that curls down below her breasts, bright blue eyes that are piercing–even in the dim lighting. Full, bubble-gum pink lips.
She throws her head back and laughs at something a customer says before nodding and moving away from the table she’s at. Distantly, I hear my name behind me, but I’ve already turned and started walking toward the ginger goddess.
If I have to guess, I’d say she’s about five-six. Her back is to me as she types something into the computer system, but she doesn’t startle when I give her my smoothest, “Hi, there.”
Looking over her shoulder, she doesn’t appear phased at all as she gives me a once-over and turns back around. “Can I help you with something?”
Her tone is ice cold, and my eyebrows knit together in disbelief. Women don’t ever respond to me like this. Affronted, I scoff, “What’s your name?”
Sighing, she spins around and locks eyes with me like I’m a rodent she just caught sneaking into the kitchen. “Scarlett. And you are?”
Scarlett. Appropriate.
Now that I’m closer, I can see she has freckles over her cheeks and nose. They make her seem endearing. Innocent. The one thing that I don’t want in a woman.
But her fiery attitude tells me that even if she’s innocent, she’s got some bite to her.
Sticking my hand out for her to shake, I flash my best fuck me smile and respond, “ Tailor.”
Her contemptuous look drops, lips opening in surprise, as her eyes widen a fraction. A rosy hue breaks out on the apples of her cheeks, and she’s about to say something when I hear my uncle speak behind me.
“, leave Ginny alone and let her do her job.”
My eyebrow raises as I smirk at her before mouthing ‘ Ginny.’ She glares at me before her eyes snap to my uncle as he walks up and places himself between us.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to the name tag thing,” he tells her quietly.
The way her eyes soften and warm when she looks at him doesn’t sit right with me. She’s gotta be in her mid-twenties, at least. My uncle may be a good-looking man for his age, but he’s ancient compared to her.
“It’s okay, Mr. Tailor. Don’t worry about it. Can I get you anything?” Her tone is hopeful and doting, and it makes my stomach roil.
“Are you trying to get one up on Aunt Sadie? Fooling around with a younger woman because she went and married her little boyfriend already?” It’s a low blow, but I’m irrationally angry that the old man obviously got to the little gingersnap before I could.
Only a year has passed since he signed the divorce papers my aunt gave him. He had the perfect woman. If there is such a thing, my Aunt Sadie is it. And instead of treasuring her like a dragon with its gold, he fucked around on her publicly and drove her into the arms of a man that’s twenty years younger than her.
“That’s enough, ,” he warns.
Ginny’s face is crimson as she furiously shakes her head. “It isn’t like that!”
Uncle Scott jerks his chin in the direction behind me and says, “Let’s go.”
Pushing around me, he heads to the other side of the restaurant, where there’s a long hall, but I don’t follow him. Instead, I step closer to Ginny, lowering my head and asking, “What’s it like, then? Because that look you were giving him was definitely a little too eager, if you ask me.”
“You’re disgusting. He’s my boss, and older than my father. Not my style,” she grits out as she glares up at me. She’s gripping the pen she’s holding so tightly that it might snap at any moment.
“What is your style? I’d love to find out.” Taking another step toward her, I smirk as she takes one back, yet the fight never leaves her narrowed eyes.
“Not you . That’s for damn sure.” She straightens her spine, attempting to make herself look taller.
“I’m a man of many talents, Scarlett. Why don’t you give me a chance to show you?” Reaching out for a lock of her hair, my hand freezes mid-air when she flinches. It’s minimal, as if she catches herself and steels her body against it, but her breathing has picked up, and her eyes are wide as she looks at me. Hardened, as if she’s bracing herself for impact.
Who hurt you, my fiery little ember?
Dropping my hand, I step back and stick my hands in my pockets. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m not usually this much of a dick. You caught me on a bad night. Why don’t you join me for a drink when you’re off work? I’ll make it up to you.”
She searches my face silently for any sign of insincerity before her posture relaxes, and she lets out a long breath. Shaking her head, she reaches up and tucks her hair behind one ear. “I don’t think so. I have to get back to work.” Then she turns and walks into the open-concept kitchen.
Watching until she disappears, I slowly turn and follow my uncle to where he’s impatiently waiting outside a bronze-finished door. When I reach him, I extend my hand. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”
He smacks it away, then lightly hits me upside the head. “You’re damn right it was. And you embarrassed the poor girl. You better apologize.”
“I did! And I asked if she wants to get a drink after work so I can apologize again.”
“With words , you jackass! Not with your dick!”
Well, he’s got me there.