Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 1
Wyatt
“Ladies, how about we buy you a drink and you ravish us with your good looks,” Merrick said to a couple of executive types only a few moments after we had walked into Uber Elite.
“Sure,” the young blonde said as she looked up at Merrick adoringly.
Merrick had a way with the ladies. So did I, if I was being honest, but when the two of us were together, Merrick took the lead, and I played wingman. We were both very much alpha males, but together that just never worked, so one of us had to step back. Since he also happened to be my boss, I usually let him take the lead on our nights out.
Uber Elite was one of our favorite clubs, not just because it was filled with beautiful women, but because it was the high end version of a dance club. The crystal chandeliers draped over mahogany tables with luxuriously upholsters chairs were just the right pace for Merrick and I.
“What would you like darling?” I asked the young brunette as I moved next to the friend.
“Appletini,” she said with confidence.
I cringed. The Appletini was made famous by a television show, and there were so many women who thought they were being hip and cool because they ordered it. I wasn’t even sure they liked the damn drink, but inevitably I knew this girl wasn’t an independent woman if she was so easily swayed by the popular television show drink. I preferred my women to be more independent and less willing to just follow the flow.
It wasn’t as if following trends was a totally bad thing, but if a woman couldn’t even make up her own mind about a drink, I had no confidence in our ability to get along. Even though I’d likely only be with her a night, or possibly two, New York was filled with enough women that I could pick and choose who I wanted to bring home with me.
“Me too,” the blonde said to Merrick.
“Of course,” he said with a wide grin. “Two apple martinis,” Merrick ordered.
We stayed with the two young ladies for a torturous 30 minutes before I was able to finally break Merrick away from them. They were nice enough girls, but at some point, the torture of dealing with their personalities didn’t outweigh the pleasure of a night of sex.
Even though I was a firm believer in the one-night stand, I still had to hunt for my women. I secretly hoped that I would meet a woman that was so perfect that I would give up my ways and decide to keep her around. So in that hope, I was picky about the women I eventually chose for the night.
“Come on, Wyatt; those girls would have been easy lays!” He scoffed as we walked away.
“They are wannabe investors who just moved to New York and think they have the world figured out. The snotty attitude and lack of originality are so old. I’m picking the next targets. I would much rather spend my time with a halfway decent girl than utter vanilla boredom.”
“So let me get this straight. A highly educated woman, who works in investing, like you do, and happens to like a popular alcoholic drink, is vanilla and boring?”
I could tell he was trying to mock my standards, but I couldn’t help it. I worked in an office all day long with these same types of women. I had dated these same women for my entire adult life. It was old and boring, and I wanted someone different. There were more women in New York than men by thousands and thousands; I had the room to be picky and find what I wanted.
“Yes, exactly. How about that girl? She’s got to be here with someone. Go talk to her and see what’s up,” I said as I pointed to an eclectic looking redhead across the room.
“She looks like a handful in the bedroom; I’d love to give her a ride on my meat stick.”
I cringed as he made his way over to the woman. I could tell there was a blonde woman standing behind her, but, she was turned around talking to another man. The redhead seemed flattered when Merrick came to talk to her, at least for a few seconds. But then his blaringly obvious personality struck her, and I couldn’t help laughing as I watched the girl and her facial expressions while trying to get rid of Merrick.
It wasn’t very often that a woman said no to his charm and attitude, though. Women in New York were starving for polite guys and often caved to any decent guy that
managed a few minutes of conversation with them. Merrick was good; his confidence and wealth sealed the deal in most situations. But on this night, the girl was obviously not amused, and I ended up laughing out loud as I watched her start yelling at him. The redhead’s friend turned around briefly, and I quickly turned around to so I wasn’t seen laughing and watching the whole scene.
When Merrick returned to me, I was doubled over in tears of laughter from the whole thing. It wasn’t often that Merrick Stanley couldn’t close the deal with a hot woman. And I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had straight out yelled at him like that.
“Shut it; you couldn’t have landed her either. She was crazy,” Merrick defended himself. “I’m looking for a girl with substance that also likes to play all night long in the bedroom. I’ve got high standards.”
We continued to socialize with ladies for an hour or so, but nothing seemed to stick. It was all my pickiness that held us back, and I knew it. Merrick would have slept with any one of the women we had encountered up to that point.
“We should have stuck with the first group of women,” Merrick said like a child who hadn’t gotten his way.”
“Or you could have been nicer to the redhead. She was hot as hell,” I added.
“Seriously, she was way too much to handle. If her friend had been anything like her, you wouldn’t have been able to handle her either. And you definitely couldn’t have handled the redhead.”
“Oh, please. Even the powerful Merrick loses sometimes; I could have handled her,” I joked. “How about those two?” I asked as I saw another set of young investment professionals.
Even though they weren’t an ideal match, I needed a warm body in my bed that night, and the two women down the bar from us were very pretty. My job was stressful; I had to have an outlet, and beautiful women happened to be my thing. I wasn’t a player who lied and told the women I wanted relationships or anything like that. Honesty, and my green eyes happened to get me what I wanted most of the time.
“I thought you were tired of the uptight investment girls?”
“I’ve spent four nights alone this week. I’ll have to take one for the team tonight.” I laughed. “But I’ll close the deal. You’re not as good at it as you used to be.”
As we made our way the twenty feet or so over to the girls, I watched them to decide which one I wanted to go after. I had a weak spot for the blondes and had even landed myself in a couple of short-term relationships through the years because of my attraction to a beautiful blonde. So I decided the brunette would be best that evening, less likely that I’d get sucked in any sort of actual feelings.
The thing about investment girls was that they were really smart. I liked that. There were also a lot of beautiful women in the investment world too. My problem was that they all wanted me to help them get a job at my firm as soon as they realized I was a senior broker at Stanley and Associates. It never failed, as much as I tried to avoid talking about my position, my investments, and my money, inevitably a woman who was in the investment industry would try to use me as a stepping stone for her career. Not that I blamed them, but it just wasn’t sexy to talk to a woman about 401k benefits and vacation days at my firm.
To be clear, it wasn’t my firm; I had just worked there for the last fifteen years and happened to be best friends with Merrick Stanley, the second generation owner of the firm. To a woman in the investment world, he was much more useful, but I was a close second place.
“Hello ladies,” I said as we walked up to them.
I saw the instant look of attraction in the brunette’s eyes. She even seemed a little surprised that I was talking to her instead of the hot blonde friend with huge tits that was next to her. But I knew better. Not only would I get less attached to the brunette, but I also had a feeling she was the bedroom freak out of the two. Just a hunch I had honed over the last several years as a single man in New York City.
“Hi, I’m Stephanie, and this is my friend, Bambi,” she extended her hand as I took a quick peek at her friend.
Bambi was a smoking hot blonde bombshell, and Merrick better pay me back for giving him that hot piece of ass. She was wearing a black skin tight mini dress but had on a cute pair of glasses. The dress was so short that it clearly would have exposed her ass if she ever had to bend over and grab something.
“Now don’t you look like the woman of my dreams,” Merrick added as he moved in on her.
It was true; Bambi was the woman of his dreams. He liked girls that dressed in tiny dresses and could barely hold a conversation. And I totally judged this girl based on what she was wearing and her name. She could have been a very smart girl, but my first impression was what I went with, and that was just another reason why I picked the brunette. The brunette had a smile that instantly drew me in and made me comfortable to be around her. No matter what else was going on with a woman, a smile was one trait I was always drawn to.
“Do you often dream about tax accountants?” She laughed.
“No way, are you really a tax accountant?” Merrick asked and took the words right out of my mouth.
Never had I seen an accountant of any kind that was as smoldering hot as this woman. Or one named Bambi for that matter. I felt bad for my initial judgment of her, but luckily no one else knew the inner workings of my brain and how I had totally misjudged her based on her looks and name.
“I know I don’t look the part. But that’s why I became an accountant. My parents tortured me with good looks and a stripper name; I had to do something that would prevent me from ending up on a pole,” she said with a laugh.
“Well, I think I just fell in love with my first accountant. Come dance with me,” Merrick said as he pulled the girl out to the dance floor with him.
“Is she really an accountant?” I asked jokingly.
“Yeah, she works at my firm. Really sweet girl,” Stephanie said as she leaned in close to me. “Do you plan on taking me out on the dance floor, or should we go back to my place?”
Shit!
Did she just ask what I thought she asked? Now this was my kind of girl! She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail and leaned her neck into me. As she tilted her head to the side, I could tell she was egging me on to kiss her neck or bite it or something. This girl was turning out to be just the kind of fun I needed for the night. I loved it when I found a woman who was confident enough to just go for a one-night stand. It was the twentieth century; there really was no reason women shouldn’t be enjoying whatever they wanted sexually.
“Check please,” I jokingly said as I held up one finger and leaned in to nibble on her neck. “Is your place close? Mine is just four blocks away.”
“Mine is across the street,” she said softly.
Stephanie pulled away but kept her eyes locked onto mine as her hand slid down the front of my pants and grabbed hold of me. This girl was aggressive as hell, and I was totally game to play. She definitely wasn’t what I was looking for in a long-term thing, but for the night, Stephanie was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
“Then your place it is.”
“Good to know you have something to work with down here. How are you with that tongue of yours? I’ve had a really stressful week and could use a good hard licking.”
“I’ve got a stress releasing warranty. Guaranteed to rid you of all your stress or your second round is free,” I joked.
“I don’t have time for a second round, so let’s just make this first one last all night long.”
Fuck this girl was the perfect thing I needed. She just wanted a one-night thing. She was obviously a little bit of a sexual freak. And she didn’t need me to schmooze her with pretend flirting all night long. Talk about having a good night. This was exactly why I waited and didn’t settle for a girl at the beginning of the night who didn’t match what I wanted; there was always another one that I could go after.
“Let me just go remind my friend of something then we can take off,” I said as I pulled her hand
up to my lips and kissed it gently.
Suddenly I felt more chivalrous than I had been even a few minutes before. When the woman no longer required my chivalry in order to get her into bed, it seemed much more fun to throw those things out there. It wasn’t my best quality, I knew it, but in New York City there wasn’t always time to show your best side if you wanted to get your way.
“Hey, we are going to take off,” I said as I grabbed Merrick by the shoulder and hollered into his ear.
“No way? Already?” he said as he fist bumped me with pride.
“Yeah, and don’t forget to be there tomorrow. You promised the guys, and you’ve missed the last three meetings.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“Triple T investing meeting is tomorrow. Come on; you promised to go over the top picks for the quarter. These guys look up to you. Don’t flake on them again.”
“Dude, it’s your club. They look up to you. I’m sure your picks are better than mine. I just run the firm; I don’t do nearly as much research as you do.”
“Be there. No excuses or you’ll look like the rich asshole that you really are, and you know you don’t like it when people see the real you.”
“You’re rich?” Bambi said as she cozied up closer to Merrick.
Merrick shot me a glance of disdain as he held onto the hot blonde. He hated when women knew how much he was worth. Sometimes he even pretended to be a new investment broker who was just starting out, just for the fun of it. But eventually the women were going to go home with him, and they would see just how much money he had when they arrived at his penthouse suite.
But the truth was he had billions, and there wasn’t much he could do to hide it. As soon as women got a guy’s name, they were always Googling them to see who they were and what they did. There wasn’t a way to hide his identity for long with Manhattan women; he was a bit of a legend.
Me, I was doing just fine; I certainly wasn’t hurting for money. Not quite a billionaire, but I was working on it. I had my own penthouse apartment in the financial district and my seven figure earnings each year. Life was good. And up until recently, I had been perfectly content being single, but I wasn’t getting any younger, and the urge to have a good woman had started pushing its way into my life.
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