Chapter 12
Jullian knows me well, and the other day, he called to find out what was going on:
“Where's London's biggest player? Are you sick? I can make a house call to make sure you're okay.”
“What do you want, bugging me at this hour?”
“Something's off with you! It's been over a month since you've invited me out for any wild nights.”
“I have no idea, but one thing's for sure: my new employee is messing with my head in an unexpected way.”
“The head of your dick, you mean, right? Because the one up top, you don't even use when you see a woman.”
“I'm being serious, you idiot!”
“Let me just grab my first aid kit and I'll be right over.”
“You're an imbecile, you know that?!”
“It's just that I'm not used to seeing you like this, brought to your knees by a woman, especially knowing you the way I do. This woman has you completely whipped. Hard to believe!”
“That's the problem—she's just a kid, beautiful and hot as hell, but I haven't even kissed her.”
“Wait... you've never kissed her and you're already like this? And you even promised that with this one it would be different,” he huffed indignantly. “I already suspected it... How old is the girl?”
“Eighteen years old, can you believe it? I can't believe I'm obsessed with a kid who probably doesn't even know how to kiss properly. I don't even recognize myself, and it's killing me! Especially having to see her every day—do you have any idea what hell I'm going through? This is such bullshit!”
Endless laughter echoes from the other end of the line. It's the perfect reflection of my life—one big joke.”
I snap back to the present. As soon as I walk into my house, I toss my jacket on the side table in the living room and head to the bar. I grab a glass and scan my options, settling on whiskey—something strong enough for the moment.
I pour halfway and down it in one go. I must be losing my mind, wanting to get involved with an eighteen-year-old. The problem is she won't get out of my head—she's constantly tormenting me.
I push Chloe out of my thoughts and go take a shower.
But temptation wins out, and her image persists in my mind.
Thinking about that damn girl, my cock springs to life in seconds, getting completely hard as a rock.
Even under the cold spray of the shower, my arousal doesn't fade—if anything, it grows stronger.
What the fuck! Unable to resist, I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my cock, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum, and fantasizing about the girl who's driving me crazy, I start stroking myself.
I imagine her in my bed, on all fours, that beautiful ass raised up for me, red panties riding up between her cheeks. I can't resist giving her a sharp slap on one cheek, then pull the panties aside and start licking her.
Eyes still closed, lost in my thoughts, my hand moves faster.
I feel my cock getting harder and harder, veins bulging as I imagine her with me.
Unable to hold back any longer, an animalistic roar tears from my throat, and I come harder than I ever have before, calling her name.
The white liquid spills out, splattering the floor and wall of my bathroom.
I don't feel completely satisfied—what I really wanted was to be inside her, feeling her hot, tight walls, looking into her eyes and seeing how sexy she must look when she comes.
I shake my head, banishing these sinful thoughts about my secretary.
I won't deny that I want her, and I'll do whatever it takes to have her in my arms, moaning beneath me while I fuck her hard.
I finish showering, put on my tuxedo, and get ready. I leave the bedroom, head down the stairs, cross the living room, and grab my car keys before heading out. With London's streets empty, the drive to Chloe's place is quick. I text her to let her know I'm waiting.
Leaning against the car by the passenger door, I straighten up when I see her and take her in. Magnificent! Her steps are elegant as she walks toward me in a red strapless dress that hugs her body, with a slit starting at the knee and a skirt that trails along the floor—the classic mermaid style.
With her this close, I touch her face delicately with my fingertips, feeling the softness of her skin. Her hair is pulled back in a loose bun, and her warm skin has a slight blush that betrays her shyness.
“You look absolutely stunning, Chloe!”
“Thank you!” she says, lowering her head.
I take her chin firmly and lift it, saying:
“Always keep your head up—your beauty lights up the world, don't hide it. Shall we?”
She smiles at me and nods. I open the car door and help her settle in, fastening her seatbelt as the soft scent of her perfume fills the air. My arm accidentally brushes against her soft skin, and I wish we could be anywhere else—anywhere but heading to this cocktail party.
I flash her my signature smirk and close the car door. I take my place behind the wheel and we head to the event. Tonight, I'm stealing at least one kiss from those full lips. Ah, Chloe, you won't escape me!