by A. Anders
He talked about hotels like most people talked about pairs of shoes, she thought. The conversation felt insane.
“I should go,” Cara said when the last of her second mimosa was gone.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” Brik said genuinely.
“I do. I have to… I promised someone I would do something. I just don’t want to break my word,” she said already getting up.
“Well, if you have to. But I’ll see you tonight, right?”
“Definitely. Should I meet you up here?”
“No, no. I’ll pick you up. Room 1609, correct?” He asked with a sly smile.
“How did you know that?” She asked briefly. “Duh! You own the hotel.”
Brik gave a charming smile for confirmation. “I’ll pick you up at 8:30?”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said already exiting the balcony.
It took everything in Cara not to sprint out of Brik’s penthouse. She pressed the elevator button repeatedly hoping it would speed its way up. Then when the doors finally opened, she threw herself inside as if escaping a bomb.
What the hell had just happened? Had Brik just been flirting with her before asking her out? And did she really like it?
Before she could even stop herself, her mind spiraled with possibilities. What would dating a gazillionaire be like? Did she have the wardrobe for it? Would she legally change her last name to Gazillionaire, or would people just know to call her that? The questions were endless.
Deciding she needed to pull herself together, when the elevator doors opened again, she made a beeline to the bar. Miraculously, she hadn’t done much drinking during the time she had been working with Mars. That meant she had a lot of catching up to do.
Heading to the casino bar, Cara started out her order with a single shot of tequila. After quickly knocking that back, she followed it with a beer. Why? Because it was barely noon and she was a lady.
As Cara realized how strong her mimosas had been, Cara looked around at all of the casino’s blinking lights. In her relaxed, intensely buzzed state, they were calling to her. Gambling had never been her vice of choice, but the whir and chatter of the slot machines was a siren song.
Strolling over to the cashier, she handed him her credit card and asked for $1000 in chips. Holding ten $100 chips didn’t feel like much to her. Finding a blackjack table, she sat down and watched as she tried to remember the game.
On her first hand, she hit getting twenty and beat the dealer who had gotten seventeen. Letting the chips ride and adding a few more, she held at eighteen and the dealer busted. This continued until Cara had $3000 in chips in front of her and way too much alcohol in her system.
Luckily for Cara, at the moment she looked up from the table, a waitress walked by with a tray of nachos. Seeing her, Cara gathered her chips and followed. Ending up at another bar, Cara sat and ordered lunch.
As her own order of nachos sobered her up, Cara’s mind slipped back to her plans for the night. She was going to be going out with Brik Evander, the owner of the hotel. What the hell was she going to wear?
Without thinking too much about it, she suddenly realized that she had $3000 in chips in front of her. Couldn’t she use that to buy a dress? Sure that she could, she ate her nacho lunch, sobered up a little more, and then made her way to the boutiques.
Shopping outside of Boston was always a tricky thing for her do. In Boston, she knew exactly which stores sold her size. Anywhere else in the world, it was always a crapshoot. Luckily, she was still drunk enough to make the process easier.
Finding the walkway with all of the fancy dress shops, she hovered around considering which to go in. Spotting the name Versace, she quickly scratched that one off the list. The same was true for Dolce and Gabbana, and Givenchy. Hell, Fendi probably didn’t even have purses to fit her.
It was at that moment that Cara regretted having lunch. She was becoming way too sober to put herself through this. She was going to have to pull the trigger on one of the shops quickly. She was going to have to go in and brave the chance that some pencil-thin toothpick high school girl was going to laugh her out of the shop.
Just when Cara was about to give up hope, she spotted something miraculous. In one of the stores at the very end, there was a salesperson and she had to be at least a size 16. Miracle upon miracles, it was one of her people.
Rushing in, the salesperson almost jumped out of her skin as Cara grabbed her by the arms and hugged her. Startled, the saleswoman turned and immediately met Cara’s loving gaze.
“Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry,” Cara said catching herself.
“Girl, don’t worry about it,” the salesperson said casually. “Believe me, I get it all the time. I know where you’re at,” she said giving Cara a knowing smirk. Cara shared a smile in reply.
The store didn’t have an endless selection of plus-size dress, but it had enough. Cara chose the dress that made her look the best and then placed all but one of the casino chips on the counter. This was going to be the most expensive dress that she owned.
Realizing that she had a lot more to do than just buy a dress, Cara went back to her room and started the process of cleaning herself up. There was shaving and plucking and a hell of a lot of sculpturing that had to go on. By the time she was done with everything, it was practically time for Brik to pick her up.
Giving one last twirl in the mirror, Cara’s heart pounded as she heard the knock on the door. Pushing the last of her stray hairs into place, she took a final look and then headed for the door.
“Hi,” she said greeting Brik in his black on black attire. He looked like a guy from the cover of GQ.
“Hi,” he said visually blown away by what he saw. “Oh my God!”
“What?” She asked suddenly unsure of herself.
“You look gorgeous. You clean up really well,” he said with a chuckle.
“What? This old thing?” She said casually. “You said we would be celebrating, so…”
“No, you look… Wow!” Brik said unable to take his eyes off of her.
“Thank you!” she said with a gracious smile.
Brik escorted Cara down the elevator to the first floor. Stepping out, she felt like everyone in the lobby was looking at her. She couldn’t tell whether they were admiring how great she looked, or wondering how she was able to land a guy like Brik. It didn’t matter, though. Because everyone was looking and they were drooling with envy.
Taking Cara’s arm, Brik escorted her to Le Ronge, one of the nicer restaurants at the resort. With forty-two restaurants and bars, Cara had not been able to go to all of them. She had seen Le Ronge, though. And visiting it for the first time with Brik on her arm, well, that was something special.
The maître d’ was about to escort the two to a secluded table in the back when Cara spotted a table elevated on a pedestal.
“Brik, do you think we can sit there?” She asked squeezing his arm.
Brik looked over and then back at Cara confused. “Won’t you feel a little on display?”
“I didn’t dress up this way for nothing,” she informed him jokingly. “Besides, don’t you want to show me off?” she asked teasingly.
“You know what? Yes, I do. Maître d’, we’ll have the pedestal table.”
Cara felt a warm wave flow through her. Squeezing Brik’s arm tighter, she smiled. It was early, but she was already having a really great time.
Making their way up the stairs and sitting down, the alcohol began flowing. Brik broke the ice by asked Cara where she was from, and Cara obliged.
Telling Brik that she grew up in a brewery family in Boston, she followed up with a story about the first time she got drunk. She was sixteen and her parents had caught. Thinking quickly, she got away with by saying that she had been conducting serious family business.
Not only did her parents not punisher her, but a week later she ended up getting drunk with her dad. It was as he walked her through the brewery’s various flavors and hops. It was al
l serious family business, Cara explained. Brik laughed in reply.
Brik’s story about his childhood wasn’t nearly so scandalous. What he told Cara about was when he lost his virginity. He hadn’t grown up rich and at sixteen, the only car he had was a sky-blue 1970’s Buick where the cloth on the ceiling hung down like in a Turkish brothel.
With nowhere else to go, Brik had picked up his girlfriend, parked on a secluded road, and had invited his girlfriend into the backseat. Forgetting that there was an old bag of McDonald’s under the seat, all the two of them could smell as they had sex for the first time was month old French fries.
“I still get aroused every time I pass a McDonalds,” Brik admitted humorously
“So, your parents weren’t rich?” Cara asked him.
“Not even close. We grew up in north-central California and one day my parents gave me this toy called a ‘Speak and Spell’. You are way too young to remember it. But it was like $30 and it was all the rage. When I got it, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It had to be the most expensive gift my parents had ever given me.
“It had a digital display. Very high tech. And if you typed in words, it would say it back to you. I can’t explain how excited I was when I got it.”
Cara laughed. “So, if you didn’t grow up rich, how did you end up owning hotels?”
“You know, the same way everyone ends up owning hotels,” Brik said casually.
“What? You purchased adjacent properties on Monopoly?”
Brik laughed. “No. I always knew I wanted to get into real estate. So when I got out of college, I searched until I found a fifty room glorified motel that I knew with the right loving, I could turn into something special.”
“And that did it?”
“Well, not exactly. It just so happened that the motel was in Vegas. And, it just so happened that it was just off of what is now referred to as the Vegas strip. Someone bought me out to build a resort and I used the money as a deposit to buy a few more hotels. It was luck, really. And I’ve been lucky enough to turn a profit on everything I’ve owned.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Isn’t it?” Brik teased. “All you have to do is be exactly in the right place at exactly the right time, have all the luck in the world, and then, there it is. No problem.”
Both laughed as they considered what Brik had said.
Finished with dinner and considering dessert, Cara was on her fourth drink of the night. Feeling the electricity between them flowing, she stopped and stared at him suggestively.
“So, tell me something Mr. Brik Evander. Why was it that you invited me out tonight?”
Brik smiled knowingly. “Why? Because I thought you deserved to celebrate.”
“Is that the only reason why?” She said leaning forward making sure that he had a good look at her cleavage.
“It might not be the only reason,” he admitted leaning across the table closer to her.
“So, please, tell me. Why did you invite me out tonight?” Cara said feeling her body tingle.
Brik took a second and looked around. Gazing back at her he said, “It might be one of those things that’s better to show you, and I can’t show you here.”
“Then, where do you wanna go?”
“I was thinking, back to my penthouse,” Brik said charmingly.
“I thought you would never ask,” Cara replied. She was so turned on she could explode.
The two left the restaurant without even acknowledging their waiter. Brik didn’t have to. Everyone working in the hotel knew who he was, and Cara was the girl with him. She didn’t know how she had been so lucky.
More than that, Brik, with his lightly stubble’s chin and wavy dark hair, looked like the marble rendering of a God. Brik was a beautiful man. On top of that, he genuinely seemed to like her. He had met her at her sloppy worst, yet here they were, strolling through his hotel headed towards his penthouse.
As they stepped out of the elevator into his suite, Cara looked back asking where to go.
“Would you like to see what the grounds look like at night? It’s quite the sight,” Brik said escorting her toward the balcony.
Cara agreed and Brik opened the sliding glass door in front of them. The night air was warm. Even with the breeze from the ocean, the air circled Cara raising her temperature to a steamy heat.
Walking her to the railing, Brik stood next to her as they looked out.
“You know, I still can’t believe all of this is mine. Sometimes I wonder, if this were the ninth century, would I be a king? And, if I were a King, who would be my Queen?”
With that, Cara looked at Brik. She felt so weak in his presence. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and finally, Brik bent down and cradled her face. With the next move, they kissed.
Cara’s heart melted as she pressed against his firm, full lips. Feeling her mouth open, his tongue entered and found hers. The rush of pleasure made her lose her breath. She wanted him so badly that she could barely breathe.
As if he could read her thoughts, Brik slid his hands down Cara’s curvy body searching for an entrance into her dress. Caressing almost every inch of her, his hands traveled up her back and found her zipper. Slowly undressing her, the classy, cream colored dress hit the ground. When it did, she reached out and removed his jacket.
Quickly it became a race to get Brik naked. He was kissing her harder and one of his hands had made it to her breast. First grabbing his clothed, hard cock, she next reached for his belt. Unbuckling it and then going after his zipper, she slipped her hands against his flesh and slid them down until they cradled his balls.
Holding a full handful of him, Cara’s breath hitched. She could feel his shaft pressed against her arm. Brik was big. Holding his manhood made her feel even more like a woman. And wanting to feel like a part of his power, she left his lips, kissed down his torso and then stopped on her knees face-to-face with his cock.
First brushing his thick head against her cheek, she rubbed it against her lips. Now holding him with both hands, there was more of him left. Slowly parting her lips and sliding him in, she felt her pussy lips flinch. When he lightly touched the side of her face and groaned, Cara lost herself in the intoxicating manhood of one of the hottest guys she had ever seen.
Sucking and stroking at full speed, Brik could only take so much. Encouraging her to her feet, he left his clothes behind and escorted her to his bedroom. Large and grandiose, Cara didn’t take much heed. She knew what she had come for, and with her loins on fire, she wasn’t going to concern herself with the decor.
Climbing onto the bed she scooted forward placing herself on all fours.
“Onto your back. I want to look at you,” he told her almost causing her to cum.
Having rolled over onto her back, Cara watched as the chiseled god climbed on top of her, clutched her breast with one hand and guided her lips with the other. As they kissed, he rotated his thumb around her areola. She was usually too sensitive to take this, but in the heat of passion, it felt amazing.
When he let go and instead found her clit, it felt even better. And when he slid his finger through her well lubricated lips and into her pussy, Cara felt herself slide closer to orgasm.
Suddenly moving quickly, Brik moved his hands onto her thighs. As if they weighed nothing, he lifted them and pushed them towards her chest.
Cara could feel his throbbing cock making its way toward her pussy. As it searched, she could hardly breathe. When his unexpected thickness pried her apart and pushed in, Cara moaned with delight.
Staring up into Brik’s eyes, Cara lost herself. She had never felt something so intimate. He could see as her face displayed its various levels of pleasure. And when his continuous thrusts overpowered her ability to resist, he watched her face as she took a final breath and exploded into orgasm.
Enraptured with lust, Brik’s pleasure soon followed. Groaning as if his body were being torn apart, he closed his eyes and looked up. Even after he stopped movi
ng, Cara’s loins could not. Twitching frantically, she continued to orgasm as Brik relaxed. And when his body finally collapsed onto hers and she could wrap her arms around him, she gripped him holding him until her pussy stopped twitching. Awash in alcohol, lust and the fulfillment of great sex, Cara closed her eyes and sunk like an anchor into the depths of good sleep.
The first thought Cara had as she began to awake was of an empty bed. Isn’t that what had happened before? Is that what was going to happen again?
Popping her eyes open and reaching back she touched someone. It was Brik. He hadn’t left. He was still there. And realizing it, Cara again relaxed.
Thinking that that thought was the thing that had woken her, she snuggled her back into Brik’s body and tried to go back to sleep. That wasn’t what had stirred her, though. What had, buzzed again, this time stirring Brik. Wishing she could feel his warm body hold her forever, Cara was disappointed as she felt Brik suddenly sit up.
“What is it?” Cara said in a raspy voice.
“It’s my phone,” Brik said.
Feeling his body pry away from hers, she said, “Leave it.”
“I can’t,” he explained. “It might be a work emergency. No one else would call this late.”
Cara felt her heart sink as Brik left her body and the bed. She didn’t want to but she opened her eyes and watched him go. Thankfully he wasn’t gone long, and when he returned to the bedroom his face was aglow.
Brik looked taken aback by what he was reading on his phone. Cara didn’t know what to make of it.
“What is it?” She asked him.
“It’s Mars. He says he has a clothing line to show me and he wants me to come down now.”
“Are you going?” Cara asked feeling as if he was making a choice between Mars and her.
Hearing the question, Mars looked up at Cara and stared.
Chapter 5
Cara
Watching Brik get dressed, Cara wondered what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to stay in his bed and wait for him to come back? Was she supposed to get dressed and go back to her room? Cara couldn’t shake the feeling that Brik had made his decision about who mattered to him. Now she just had to suck it up and deal with it.