Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Tyler, Nella

  “Very true.”

  She was a cute blonde, and if I had met her in the bar I would have started strong with my womanizer game. But meeting at the gym made things a lot harder. It was much more likely that she would be back at the gym at the same time as me, so I didn’t want to contaminate my sanctuary.

  I actually liked the term, womanizer. It had a ton of respect, but better than any other way to describe what it was that I liked to do with my women. One night stand guy, man whore, and many other colorful words had all been used to describe me at one point or another.

  We both continued our treadmill workouts and I could tell she wanted me to ask her out. She looked over at me several times throughout her run and often even turned enough to make eye contact with me. I had to resist, though, as fun as it would have been to play with her and her giant breasts; I couldn’t start prowling around my gym. I liked the place way too much and didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for me after I slept with someone from there.

  I felt my cock start to get hard as I watched the blonde run on the treadmill. Her breasts were firm, yet still bounced with delight as her feet kept a steady pace. My cock started to throb with a need to slide in between her giant knockers. I loved the feeling of a pair of big tits as they pressed around my cock. I especially loved to watch a woman’s mouth as I thrust my cock closer and closer to her.

  When my cock had become fully erect, it was time for me to take a break and head back to the locker room. I made my way toward the men’s locker room area and just as I was about to walk into the door, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and saw the blonde from the treadmill.

  She had finally gathered enough courage to come and give me her number. It was sweet. But I wasn’t about to use it.

  “If you’d ever like to talk about the market over drinks, give me a call,” the blonde with big tits said.

  “Sure thing, thanks, sweetheart,” I took the piece of paper from her and made my way into the locker room.

  The phone number went straight into the garbage; I couldn’t be trusted not to call her in a moment of weakness. It would be much safer for my gym going habits if I never had long-term possession of the number at all.

  One time I had fallen for one of the gym managers; it was like torture to workout at all at their facility. She had left the gym for another one so I finally felt comfortable coming in every day. The problem I had was that I still kept my eyes peeled and was constantly ready to hop the next hot chick. Although I had learned my lesson and wouldn’t be bringing home any girls from the gym.

  Part of my daily routine meant I bought a smoothie at the fitness club bar and then made my way into work. I hated all the chaos of my office in the morning and would much prefer to do my research from the comfort of my own home instead of the hundreds of computer terminals at work. There were just too many people around; things didn’t seem as comfortable as they previously had been.

  But as I moved up in my company, I had to start being more visible around the office. Being available to other brokers was going to be the key when I wanted to continue to move up the corporate ladder.

  Plus, I did like the excitement of the live trading much more than trading over a computer. There was nothing like the New York Stock Exchange. Nothing in the world could compare to the adrenaline rush I got whenever I walked onto the trading room floor. It was better than sex, or at least different than sex. On the trading room floor I felt excited for hours and hours; in the bedroom the excitement only lasted as long as my orgasm did.

  Chapter 3

  “You don’t need to spend your morning in the gym. If you spent your night fucking, it's redundant,” Michael, my co-worker, and friend said as I walked in the door to our office.

  “Running clears my head for the day.”

  “So you did bring her home, didn’t you? That hot brunette from the bar just came back with you? No questions asked?”

  Michael and I had been friends for over ten years. We attended Harvard together and he also grew up in the Midwest. Our friendship worked because we were opposites. Michael and his wife Caterina were a few of my only true friends. They knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. They gave me advice and consistently tried to fix me up with ‘nice’ girls; which I, of course, would fuck and then move on from.

  “Yes and no,” I said with a smile.

  “What?”

  “Yes I brought her home, but no, she had plenty of questions.”

  I smiled and continued to get ready for the trading day. I had my ritual of booting up my computer, getting my coffee, and grabbing the Wall Street Journal. I loved my rituals both in the office and in the bedroom. There was something so comforting about rituals.

  “How do you do it? I had to ask my wife out three times before she said yes,” Michael joked as he came into my office and sat across from me.

  Monday mornings were the busiest days of the week; it always baffled me how much Michael wanted to talk. It was one of the reasons my portfolio consistently outperformed his; I hated to talk to people. Granted, there were people that I didn’t mind having a conversation with, but overall I despised idle chit chat. There were so many other things I could be doing with my time besides talking about the latest celebrity or gossiping about office romances.

  I guessed that I was the topic of many secret gossip sessions in the office. I had taken a few of the young trainee’s home for a night of fun between the sheets and everyone liked to talk about my sexual escapades. People didn’t really know much about me, they just knew that the ladies loved me and always came back from a night extremely satisfied.

  Trainees were often only in our area of the company for four to six weeks, which made them the perfect young ladies for me to get to know. Their wide-eyed enthusiasm for the stock trading business was like a drug to me and I had a hard time keeping myself under control. Typically the trainee’s were mostly men, but every session there were at least three or four women in the group.

  Yes, it was against policy for a midlevel broker like me to fraternize with the young newly graduated trainees. But the technicality of fraternizing was overlooked throughout our firm. Most of us, both men and women, didn’t have much of a life outside of work. The pool of available partners was often confined to the people we interacted with on a daily basis at work; especially since we often worked from sun up to sun down.

  “When they say no, I move on. There’s always another that will say yes,” I said to Michael. He was very happily married though and didn’t need my advice on how to pick up women.

  “The hard to get ones are much more fun, though. They’ll give you a run for it and make life ten times more exciting.”

  “Mike, I don’t have time to play the Hard to Get game,” I laughed as I signaled for him to get going. “I just want the girls who need a good hard sausage and explosive orgasms.”

  One of the reasons Mike and I got along so well was that he always knew when I was done talking and needed to work. With a simple wave of my hand, Mike left my office and I was on to the trading day ahead of me.

  “Natasha! I need the numbers for the day,” I hollered out as the morning bell rang.

  Natasha rushed in with a single white piece of paper in her hand. She set it on my desk and quickly made her way out of the office and back to her desk. She didn’t say good morning. She didn’t ask how I was. Natasha didn’t even look at me when she came in my office, and I loved it! She was the perfect secretary for me.

  Most men couldn’t handle having a knockout blonde secretary like Natasha around them all the time. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her model like height and slim frame made her stand out among the other women in our office. She dressed provocatively and always had her tits on display. Her tight skirts and big tits had once distracted me, but soon I learned the truth; Natasha was the meanest bitch I had ever met!

  Underneath her sexy exterior was a cold hearted woman who would stab her man in the back the second he even looked a
t another woman. I once overheard her tell one of her boyfriends that she didn’t care if he had cancer; she still wanted to break up with him. She was stone cold.

  I loved her devilish side and kept her around purely as a reminder of how volatile life and stocks were.

  In the stock trading business, nothing was as it appeared on the outside. Companies that looked perfect were inevitably flawed and often more than any company who outwardly had problems. Natasha was my daily reminder to delve deeper into companies when I researched them, I needed to find the company personality and not just the exterior beauty.

  Natasha ended up being the best secretary I ever had. She was honest and straight with me. She didn’t put up with my shit. And best of all, I had no desire to fuck her. Natasha’s ability to analyze me and call me out for my shit made her much more like a mother to me than a lover. She knew me and she never let me slide on anything. It was an excellent match for the business world, but horrible for my bedroom.

  In my bed, I didn’t like a woman who knew me. I didn’t want intimacy, I wanted sex. I purposely avoided the inquisitive girls who wanted to know more about who I was and what made me tick. That wasn’t my thing. I wanted to fuck them and move on. Knowing each other’s deepest, darkest secrets did not need to be part of any relationship I got into.

  The portfolio I managed was aggressive, just like me. I didn’t handle any of those ridiculous savings bonds or crap like that. I moved the portfolio around real estate, tech firms, and startup companies. To me, it was a waste of your space on Wall Street if all you wanted to do was gently invest in some savings bond funds. If that was the kind of investor you wanted to be, you could do that at home. It baffled me that people even became stock brokers and then spent their time with those types of investments.

  My typical day consisted of setting up some limit trades and then on this particular day I needed to make my way down to the floor. I wasn’t interested in spending much time on the floor anymore, but I did like to go down there when I looked into initial public offering, IPO, companies. IPO’s were my favorite things to purchase for the portfolio I managed. I also liked to buy them for my own investments, but only when they looked magnificent.

  If you want high risk and a high level of excitement you have to invest in IPO companies. These new issue stocks are powerful and could make a ton of money relatively quickly for any investor. The key to getting the most money out of the IPO’s initial days was to understand the company as well as the people who bought their products. The clients of the IPO were a huge factor in how successful the company would be.

  There were two big IPO’s that would be released in this month and I needed to get some serious research done on them. They were both in industries that I wasn’t as familiar with as normal, so I needed to take more time than I regularly did to find out about the organizations.

  The first big IPO was Big Daddy Doors; all I knew about them was they sold every kind of door possible. Apparently they were doing extremely well and ready to go public. The second big IPO was ALL Warren Clothing; it was a new trendy clothing brand that had recently been picked up by several retailers. I wasn’t a big fan of the clothing market, but I was always a fan of money, so it was worth my time to research them.

  Before going public, companies typically spent a few days at the New York Stock Exchange and toured the floor. It was a fun way to get publicity for their stock offering as well as get the stock brokers thinking about their IPO. I liked to attend these visit so I could hear the gossip about the company and see what others on the market floor were thinking about them.

  As I headed down to the exchange, I saw Rebecca out of the corner of my eye. I had taken her home after work one day because she was an intern and I thought she would have moved on from here fairly soon. Unfortunately for me, she got hired on and now I had to deal with her every so often.

  “Hey, Evan!” Rebecca said as she waved her hand and made her way toward the elevator.

  I stopped the door from closing and waited for her. There was no use in trying to avoid her; I had learned that a long time ago. It was a much better use of my time to just talk to her and flirt a little.

  “Hello, beautiful. You are looking sexy as always,” I said as she came into the elevator with me.

  She was a beautiful, full-figured woman with tits that just didn’t quit. I could still remember my cock as it slid up and down between her huge F Cup breasts. She was a sweet girl and I suspected she didn’t sleep with guys like me very often. I had enjoyed our night very much, but I wasn’t into the relationship thing and certainly didn’t want to give her false hope.

  I did have a hard-on as I thought about titty fucking her. Damn, it was a fun night. There weren’t many women who would let you titty fuck them and even fewer that had breasts large enough to make it fun. Damn, her breasts were enormous.

  “How are you?” She asked as the doors closed.

  “Stressed, but what’s new? That’s our world. Right?”

  “Yeah, we should go get a drink again sometime. Maybe burn off a little of that stress,” she said as she moved a step closer to me.

  Her hand rested on my chest and I felt her breasts press up against me. I would have fucker her right there in the elevator if the damn thing didn’t have a camera in it. I had learned that the hard way a few months earlier.

  “Yes, we will,” I said as my hard cock did the talking and gave poor Rebecca some continued hope that we would be together again someday.

  I hated to lead a girl on and when I didn’t have to see them it was much easier. I never minded having another fun night in bed, but most women couldn’t handle random sex like that. Even when they said it was alright, eventually they all wanted a relationship or some sort of commitment from me. That’s why I tried to stick to the one night stand.

  “Great, I’ll text you some time,” Rebecca said as we made it to the ground floor.

  She took off toward the cafeteria and I made my way over to the stock exchange. I had to start my research on the two IPO’s and make my decision on which I would buy for the portfolio I managed.

  I walked onto the stock market exchange and instantly felt the buzz of the floor. It was a sensation that you just couldn’t get in any other place in the world. Floor trading was like a drug and even though I had weaned myself off of it, the second I stepped onto the floor again, I felt the high. It was a high better than any drug I had ever tried. It was a money high.

  Chapter 4

  The buzz of the New York Stock Exchange always felt like cocaine rushing through my veins. It didn’t matter if it was my first time back on the floor in a month, or if I had visited every day for a week. I loved the rush.

  To be honest, I enjoyed almost any rush. I had tried cocaine and random other substances over the years, but not had been interesting enough to get me as addicted as sex or money. Making money and having sex were my two vices and I didn’t intend to give up either one of them anytime soon.

  I saw Alicia Warren right away. She stood out from the gray, blue, and black suits that filled the walkways. Her bright pink dress hugged every curve she had. My cock got hard instantly. Her long red hair was pinned back just enough for me to see her neck and a small tattoo on it. I wondered what it said.

  My line of sight to her was perfect, I was mixed in with the traders and totally invisible to her as I watched. I looked on and let my eyes take in every curve of her body as she talked to the heads of the stock exchange.

  The men around her seemed to be just as enthralled with her beauty as I was. When they were close enough to her, they touched her. The men who were further away made a point to laugh at almost everything she said. She had them wrapped around her little finger, but none of them seemed to care at all. They looked like they enjoyed talking to her.

  She laughed loudly and turned around to look at the floor as she did. Her eyes stopped on mine and I stopped breathing. Her deep blue eyes mesmerized me. They looked into my soul like no one had ever been a
ble to do. I looked away. There was no need to give her any look into my soul. It was a degenerate and dangerous place, I was sure of it.

  “Hey, is that the CEO of the new IPO?” I asked one of the guys I knew on the floor.

  Although I clearly knew who she was, I needed to do what I had come to the exchange floor to do: research.

  “Yeah, it’s a shame, though.”

  “What’s a shame?” I asked as we both looked at her again.

  “I heard she’s a lesbian.”

  It didn’t shock me; nothing really shocked me when it came to sex. I knew human nature and it was to have fun and have sex. I doubted she was actually a lesbian, though; no lesbian would have looked at me like she did. I suspected she had told some jerk she was a lesbian when he relentlessly asked her out. That stuff seemed to make its way around the gossip circles pretty quick when a beautiful woman was involved. I had heard from more than a few women that being a “lesbian” was their go-to phrase for getting out of dealing with a relentless guy.

  “What do you hear about her company? Is it going to be a good IPO?”

  “Yeah, one of the best this year. My girlfriend loves ALL Warren Clothing and told me all her friends buy the brand pretty regularly. I don’t know much about it, but if the ladies like the company, it typically does pretty well.”

  He was right. Women drove the market more than they knew. They were almost always in charge of the buying for a household, so when new products and services came out, the women were the target market. More businesses needed to realize the power of their female customers, it would help them increase their sales tenfold.

  “Anything you are worried about with them?”

  “Nope, sales were reportedly through the roof last quarter. Consistent growth, significant customer base, they look solid.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  I turned to walk toward a different group of people I knew on the floor. It was a small group of female traders who were always extremely helpful when I had questions about new IPO’s. I had also slept with most of them. Luckily it wasn’t something they went around talking to each other about; I assumed that would get pretty nasty if that ever happened.