“Get away! I want my Rosy!” I fell down again, smashing my palms into the concrete. Brief pain flickered in my head but I ignored it.
My driver grabbed me underneath my arms and helped me walk to the car.
“I’ll get you some water right away, Mr. Steele.”
“I want Rosy!”
“Yes, sir.” I knew he didn’t know what I meant. He was new.
I tried to push myself out of his grip, but he was surprisingly strong for such a skinny guy. He finally got me to the car and pushed me inside.
He shut the door, trapping me inside the safe leather back seat. I leaned back and tried to steady myself but I felt extremely uneasy.
I was going to be sick.
I pushed out of the door and threw up everything I’d drank. Even though I felt like shit, I felt accomplished.
“I’m never drinking again,” I growled to myself as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
Rosy would be my only drug. I was going to get her back.
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Even though I wanted nothing more than to see Rosy, I was shitfaced drunk, and it would have been a bad look.
I needed Rosy I know I was serious. I was afraid, but still committed to making things right.
My driver brought me back to The Grand, and as soon as the car was parked in front of the hotel, Alicia came running out.
Her hair was all over her head and she was drenched in sweat but I knew I couldn’t look good, either. I’d vomited several times in the car, and my skin was clammy and cold.
I usually had a high tolerance for alcohol, but Drew had poured far too much for me.
Alicia swung open the door before the driver could even stop the car.
“How much has he been throwing up?!” Alicia gasped when she saw me. “How could you let him do this?”
The driver jumped out of the car and jogged over to where Alicia was standing.
“Ever since we left the bar, miss. He’s had too much.”
Alicia rolled her eyes.
“You let him have drinks? He only drinks champagne and wine!”
The driver was wide-eyed.
“I-I had no idea!”
Alicia smacked her lip against her teeth and reached to unfasten my seat belt, then pulled me out of the car.
She wrapped my arm around her shoulders and started to walk me back into The Grand.
“We’ve got a nice suite set up for you Mr. Steele, so why don’t you get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“What time is it?” I mumbled groggily. I could barely stand up, and the world was spinning around me.
“It’s six o'clock, sir.”
I was shocked. Only six o’clock? I had never gotten drunk that early before.
“Shit. That’s too early to be drunk,” I fumed.
“Yes, Mr. Steele, my thoughts exactly. But nevermind that! Let’s get you to bed!”
I staggered lazily forward, shocked at the effort it took to move.
As we got into the elevator, I rested my head on top of Alicia’s, too weak to hold mine up.
“I’ve got to see Rosy tomorrow!” I cried out suddenly.
Alicia sighed and pushed my head away.
“Yes, I know. You’ve informed us many times. We can schedule a meeting with her.”
“No! I have to go to her! She won’t come here because she hates me!” I explained in a string of slurred words.
Alicia winced at the smell of vomit on my breath.
“Very well. We can arrange for the car to be here bright and early.”
I smiled and hugged Alicia tightly. Her body stiffened uncomfortably as she was unable to escape my embrace.
“Thank you, you beautiful woman,” I exclaimed.
Alicia wiggled free of my embrace and nodded before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
We finally reached the penthouse floor, which was my usual place of residence when I stayed at The Grand. There was only one suite – the most luxurious in the hotel – and it was mine.
Alicia unlocked the suite door and pushed me inside. I noticed a fresh suit on the bed as well as a tray of food.
“I went ahead and got you dinner, and clothes. Please shower, eat, and rest up, Mr. Steele.” Alicia turned and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving me unattended in the big, empty room.
I sighed and wandered all throughout the suite. Even though the penthouse suite was all mine, sometimes I couldn’t believe that I had something so luxurious. Before I had The Grand, I’d lived in a shithole apartment with moldy carpet and water stains on the ceiling. It had been horrible,
I had always dreamed that I’d have the perfect life as soon as I made it out of that dump. And when I was in the process of bringing The Grand up, I always had the vision of the perfect suite.
That was what the penthouse had become. It was my special place. After every drunken adventure, I would stagger into the room and collapse on the bed as the night’s adventures became etched in my soul.
I had one single rule though: no fucking in my suite. It was my room – my place to decompress – and I’d kept the rule since the day I’d made it.
Women knew I was a billionaire and they wanted to fuck at my high rise apartment, or be inside the walls of my exclusive hotel. Normal people couldn't stay at The Grand. It was over five-thousand per night, and that wasn’t including other services like the poolside, massages, and mud baths.
It was luxury that was created for the luxurious. And I kept a level of privacy despite fucking everything in heels. It was necessary for me. Those women never truly cared, so why should I deign to let them inside?
Most times I’d fuck those women in the back of my expensive cars, or the bathrooms of a bar. Some would say a billionaire like myself would buy out an expensive room for the night. But I had my reasons for keeping things low-key.
My heart needed to fuck. I needed my cock in a new pussy every night to drown out the never-ending thoughts of misery.
Rosy drowned out the thoughts though. In fact, even when my cock wasn’t balls deep inside her, I only saw and heard her. It was like I was little kid all over again. I was free from my internal torments.
I could speak freely and I felt safe. I knew she felt safe with me, too. I was hers, and she was mine. The fucking only made it better. It was as if only we existed in the world. My heart pounded against hers, and the sweat off of her skin mingled with mine.
Then when we’d climax together, I was transported to another realm. Some people say they see stars, but I’d see the ocean. Blue and deep and calming yet chaotic as the waves churned and splashed.
She was the sun and then moon, and when I would come inside her tight, delicious cunt, I was one with her.
It was the most incredible, exhilarating, and terrifying feeling ever. But I needed it. I needed every second of it.
I stumbled into the bathroom and showered quickly, then collapsed onto the bed. I didn’t want to sleep, but I needed to be ready for tomorrow. I soon fell asleep with Rosy on my mind.
The next morning, I woke up at an early hour. It was still dark outside and I could hear the faraway sirens of trains.
It was the perfect time to leave the hotel without being noticed.
I quickly got dressed and threw on the clothes that Alicia had left for me. I took one last look around the room and left the room with a heavy heart. I felt like a bandit escaping jail as I tip-toed through the hallways and main lobby.
I knew Alicia would want to call my driver, but I wanted to arrive at Rosy’s apartment alone. If I came in my car I might attract too much attention.
I quietly called for a taxi on my cell phone, and stood outside to wait for it. When it finally arrived, I hopped inside and slammed the door shut. The taxi driver was an old man in his seventies, and he didn’t say one word to me.
Much to my pleasure. I didn’t need to talk. I had to get my thoughts together.
The ride from The Grand to Rosy’s apartment was a good forty minutes, and when I was finally in front of the apartment building, my chest felt heavy.
I’d either leave with Rosy as mine forever, or I’d leave broken.
I quickly paid the taxi driver and walked inside, marching up to the front desk.
Rebecca was dozing off, but perked up when she saw me standing in front of her.
“Well, well, Mr. Steele. Rather early don’t you say?”
“I’m here to see Rosy,” I replied.
Rebecca tossed her head.
“I need to get upstairs,” I added sharply.
“Why? So you can fuck me?”
Rebecca was leaning forward, revealing her cleavage. Her nipples were slipping through the folds of her shirt, and her eyes were locked on mine.
She was hungry for me as usual.
I sighed and pulled out my wallet.
“How much do I have to pay you to let me see Rosy?”
Rebecca’s face fell. Her kitten smile turned into a nasty scowl.
“Rosy? What is it about that college brat that you like?” She spat.
I flare my nostrils and slammed my hands on the front desk, causing her to jump.
“Do not insult her,” I growled. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d be stripping to make a living! I could ruin your father in a single moment,” I added sharply. “And don’t you forget that.”
Rebecca’s mouth fell open and she looked away, her cheeks turning a deep scarlet color.
“What is it that you need me to do?”
I exhaled.
“I need you to let me upstairs so I can speak with Rosy. It’s very urgent.”
Rebecca nodded and opened a drawer and pulled out keys.
“Follow me then, Mr. Steele.”
I anxiously followed Rebecca to the elevator. She pressed the floor number, and looked straight ahead as the elevator ascended. The silence between us had grown awkward.
“I don’t think you’re a bad person, Rebecca,” I said. “There’s nothing between us. It was just sex.”
“How is she different?” Rebecca asked.
I paused, trying to think of an answer that wasn’t too harsh. Rosy had substance and a heart of gold. Rebecca was nowhere near her level.
My prolonged silence seemed to answer her question. She exhaled heavily and turned to face me.
“I wasn’t much older when you met me you know. She’s no different from me. I was in college and wild, and fucking every guy left and right, but they never had my heart like you did.”
I looked at Rebecca with pity in my eyes. She was desperate for that type of affection. Just like Rosy.
Rosy had come from nothing and still managed to love me. And unlike Rosy, Rebecca knew the luxury of having things at her fingertips and never having to work for anything.
She had never had to fight for what she wanted. She was just another woman.
Nothing like my Rosy.
“I know, Rebecca. But that’s the past, and we all have to move on.”
The elevator rang and opened. Rebecca clenched her jaw and walked out of the elevator and I trailed closely behind her.
She stopped in front of a door and handed me a key.
“I hope she makes you happy.” The bitterness in Rebecca’s voice was obvious.
“She does,” I said. “She does.”
Rebecca nodded and walked back to the elevator, casting one last pitiful look at me before disappearing.
I sighed and rubbed my hands together.
It was time. I lifted my hand and knocked heavily on the door.
At first there was nothing, but when I knocked again, I heard Rosy’s sweet voice.
“Coming!” She called from behind the door.
I inhaled and exhaled, trying my best to release all my nerves. Rosy swung open the door with a smile, but it quickly faded when she saw it was me.
“You’re not pizza.”
I shifted in the doorway. “No,” I said. “I am not.”
Rosy rolled her eyes.
“Why are you here, Steele? So you can fuck me then leave me and never call? No thanks.” She started to close the door but I caught it with my hand.
“I’m here to talk, Rosy please. Let me in.”
Her brown eyes twitched. After another moment, she sighed and opened the door wider.
“You have ten minutes, then it’s time for you to leave.”
I nodded and walked inside the apartment. It was nicer than I had remembered. I forgot how detailed I had been when decorating it for her.
I wanted to make sure it was to her taste, but also classy and livable.
I noticed there were notebooks sprawled across the living room floor along with textbooks stacked on each other.
“Studying?” I asked.
Rosy nodded.
“I was just taking a snack break.” Rosy flushed. “Well, a pizza break, really.”
I walked over to the living room and sat on the couch. Rosy followed and sat on the floor with her books.
“Well,” I started slowly. “I guess the reason I’m here is to admit how fucking stupid I’ve been. I’ve hurt you. I’ve neglected you.”
Rosy kept her eyes on the floor.
“Okay, and?” She said shortly. I swallowed hard and tried to go on.
“Rosy, I’ve lived the past twenty years in pain. I did everything I could to avoid feeling that way, and I’ve treated a lot of women very badly as a result.”
Rosy looked away as tears filled her eyes.
“That doesn’t justify it…”
“I know—“
Rosy stood up and cut me off.
“No you don’t, Steele! I didn't plan on falling for you! But I did, okay? And I know you felt the same but you were too scared to be with me! So you left me, and I had to try and pick up the pieces you left.”
My throat felt dry. I had to fight back my emotions, I needed to stay as cool as possible.
“I know that Rosy. I never wanted to hurt you. But I want to try again.”
“Try what again? I’m not some trial process for you, you know? I have feelings and I have needs!”
I stood up and grabbed Rosy’s hands. They were soft and trembling. There was a wild and soft look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen since that glorious month at the cabin.
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