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

by Tyler, Nella

  “Ms. Warren, there is a rumor that you are about to sell your company. Can you respond to this?” A reporter said as we walked past.

  Alicia stopped. She looked angry as she turned toward the reporter. I could tell she hesitated and was thinking about what she should say in response. No one wanted to look angry on television.

  “We can keep walking if you want, you don’t have to answer them,” I said when I saw the look of confusion on her face.

  She wanted to talk to them.

  “I have no intentions to sell my company. The information is false; you should check your sources.”

  Alicia didn’t wait for the reporter to respond and instead moved quickly into the auditorium. She seemed really irritated. I hurried to keep up with her as she moved quick in her four-inch heels.

  “Where do you think they heard that?” I asked.

  “Everyplace I go, they are always asking me that. I have no idea where they get it from. Obviously I’m not selling my company: it’s my company. I’ve worked for years on it, I wouldn’t sell it.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about it too much; they are probably just hearing each other ask you the question and they all want the scoop.”

  “I hate the press,” Alicia said as she leaned against a wall in the lobby.

  Personally, I didn’t have a reason to hate the press, but I also wasn’t often the subject of their attention. I assumed it would get really old really fast if they were always asking you questions and following you around. Celebrities always complained about the press and after just this short interaction, I could see why they disliked the paparazzi so much.

  “Let’s get our seats. I can’t wait for the show to start,” I said and winked at Alicia.

  We made our way into the showroom area and took our seats right in the front row. Alicia sure was a big deal in the fashion world and I liked getting to be her date; even if it meant I had to look at clothes for an hour straight. I liked being in the front row of events, getting backstage passes and other elite level things. It was a sign of wealth and I loved to make sure people knew I was wealthy.

  “Get ready, and please don’t laugh, no matter what,” Alicia said when the lights turned down.

  “Why would I laugh?”

  “Just don’t do it,” Alicia smiled and I suddenly got really worried about what I was going to see on that stage.

  The music started and it seemed like a normal fashion show. Lights moved in all directions as the upbeat music pumped. Then the first model came out and I realized just why Alicia had prepared me. She was right, it was really hard not to laugh.

  He was dressed in ripped clothing that looked like it was filthy. The model also looked filthy with his long hair teased out and dirt or dirt-looking makeup all over his face. I even thought I smelled him and his filth as he walked by. It was impossible to imagine what the clothes looked like when they weren’t dirty, or what they would look like on a regular person.

  I looked around the room to see the shocked faces of everyone else as they watched the show, but to my surprise everyone was not shocked. The crowd intently watched the model and then clapped loudly as he went off stage and another model came out.

  Alicia looked over at me and just smiled as we continued to watch the model or homeless youth. It wasn’t my scene and Alicia knew it. She grabbed my hand and held onto it, though, probably because she didn’t want me to leave. But either way, I wasn’t about to turn down a little intimacy with her.

  The show seemed to go on forever as more and more stinky, dirty models made their way down the runway. It baffled me why everyone was so excited. I seriously could not understand what the excitement was for. I could have donated some of my old clothes to homeless men and let them walk down the runway and they would have looked nicer than the models.

  When all was said and done, we made our way out of the auditorium and back to our car. I couldn’t stop shaking my head back and forth as I thought about the craziness that I had just witnessed. It was certainly a prime reason why I was not interested in the clothing market.

  “Does she think that this show will help her sell her clothing?” I asked.

  “Oh, she already sold her line to Nordstrom’s.”

  “Really? Why would a fancy retailer like that want her dirty clothes?”

  “They have a huge clientele of rich kids that want to look grunge. I think she’ll do very well there.”

  “Wow, I’m just in awe. I cannot believe people liked that.”

  “It’s hard to get used to the weirdness of the fashion industry.”

  “Yes. Yes, it is.”

  “Are you alright with having the driver drop me off first?” Alicia asked.

  I was surprised. We hadn’t had dinner or drinks or anything yet. We had basically only sat and watched homeless looking hot twentysomething's walk on a runway. It wasn’t a long enough date to get to know her or work on getting her to invite me back to her apartment.

  “No drinks or dinner?” I asked, hopefully that she would agree to one of them.

  “Not tonight. I need to get some sleep.”

  I scrambled in my head to try and figure out how I could make the date last longer. I needed more time with her. I needed inside her apartment. My money was tied up in her company and I really wanted to get it out if there was illegal securities fraud or money laundering going on. I also desperately wanted time alone…in bed…with Alicia.

  As we pulled in front of her building, panic set in. I didn’t want to waste the entire night and I certainly hadn’t found out any more information about her company. I needed a move; something big that would get me in her door.

  “Can I use your restroom?” I blurted out.

  Instantly I felt like a chump. Why had I said that? It was the most unromantic thing a man could say. I really couldn’t believe myself. What had happened to my awesome game with the ladies? I felt like an awkward teenager around Alicia. My smooth moves and ability to get a woman to do absolutely anything I wanted seemed to be failing me.

  “Sure,” she said.

  I motioned for the driver to wait for me and I followed Alicia up to her condo.

  A little part of me thought that Alicia might change her mind and let me into her condo to stay for the night. I wanted just a few minutes to look around, but I would have stayed for the night, of course.

  Alicia opened the door and motioned to the hallway.

  “The bathroom is the second door on the right,” she said as she walked the opposite way.

  I watched her as she walked into the kitchen and as soon as she was out of sight, I made my way to the hallway. Quickly I looked in all the rooms to see what they were. The second door on the left was filled with boxes and there was a desk near the window. That was the room I needed to spend more time in. But I couldn’t do it just then, I would have to come back. There were way too many boxes and not enough time to make any progress in finding what I needed to find.

  I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Alicia in an attempt to get her in the mood to keep me for the night.

  My lips pressed against the back of her neck and her tattoo.

  She pressed into me and I held onto her tighter. My hands moved to her hips and I grabbed onto both of them and swayed her back and forth. I wanted to stay the night more than I had wanted anything in a very long time.

  I spun her around and pressed her back up against the counter as I took her mouth with mine. I needed to taste her. I wanted to feel her tongue intertwined with mine. For a brief moment I thought she was going to invite me to stay. Her whole body ached for me, I could tell by the way she kissed me. So why wouldn’t she just give into me? Why wouldn’t she just say yes?

  “You should go now,” Alicia said as she pressed me away from her.

  I tried to pull her back toward me, but she was definitive in her desire to have me leave.

  “Alright, I will talk to you tomorrow,” I said stoically as I made my way out of her apartment.
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  My walk to the car was devastating. I couldn’t believe she had refused me again and I felt like the driver of my care couldn’t either. When I showed up so quickly, he seemed surprised.

  “Let’s go home,” I said to my driver in despair.

  It baffled me how Alicia could be so drawn to me yet so willing to give me up. I wanted her, more than just for a night. I wanted to talk with her, laugh with her, play with her, and, of course, fuck her.

  The whole situation had gotten so complicated. I went from just trying to get some financial information, to now being stuck in the desire for her that I would never get to have. My mind was exhausted, my body too, and I felt the overwhelming urge to have a woman in my bed.

  I didn’t want to go to Edward’s again, the incident with Stacey was still fresh in my mind. I needed a woman that wouldn’t require a lot of work. I needed someone who I could go to their house, fuck, and then leave. My body craved the sexual release and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep again if I didn’t get that release right away.

  Chapter 22

  “Rebecca, I just got into Alicia’s house. What’s your address, I’ll come over.”

  “181 Ranger Blvd., Brooklyn,”

  I repeated the address to my driver and we were on our way.

  “Be there in a bit.”

  “Alright, see you soon.”

  I needed the release and Rebecca was the only woman I had on my speed dial that I knew wouldn’t cause a bunch of chaos. Our relationship had turned into a full-blown friends with benefits situation and I kind of liked it. Sure, I could have gone back to the bar and picked up a new girl, but this was so much easier.

  My thought was that we could talk a little about Alicia’s apartment and how I could get back in there to get the files I needed. I did really need to brainstorm a way for me to be able to have a good thirty minutes in that file room without getting caught. It seemed impossible absolutely impossible.

  When I arrived at Rebecca’s Brooklyn home, I had expected it to be a shithole. She made it sound that way when she talked about it. But the house was magnificent. A three story townhouse with views of the city and a great little street in front. I really couldn’t figure out why she didn’t like it.

  I knocked on the door and heard Rebecca yell for me to come in. The house was just as nice inside as it was outside. She had it elegantly decorated and appointed with some artwork that was similar to what I had in my apartment.

  “Where are you at?” I yelled as I walked through the main entry and up the split level stairs.

  “Back here.”

  I walked down the hallway and found Rebecca naked on her bed. There was no need for small talk or any pleasantries. I walked in, unbuckled my pants, and pulled my shirt off.

  She let me push her back onto the bed before I went to work tasting her thighs and center. I loved the moans of delight that she let loose as her body rocked against my tongue. There was a level of comfort between us that I didn’t often have with women and I liked it.

  There was no need to worry about what she liked and didn’t like; I had cum on her face before. I knew she was game to play and try just about anything. Her hand held onto my hair as her body moved roughly against my tongue. I felt her building up and wanted to see the look on her face when she finally gave in to the pleasure I delivered her.

  “Oh, you know what? I believe you own me a little cum on your face,” Rebecca joked with me.

  I loved it.

  My hands reached up for hers and I pulled her up to a kneeling position and moved my head right underneath her delicious dripping pussy. A promise was a promise and I was perfectly happy to have her sit on my face and cum all over me. I hadn’t had a woman do that in a very long time. There was something so delicious about a woman’s cum; it was like crack to me. In fact, women, in general, were like crack to me. I couldn’t get enough of them.

  “Cum on me baby,” I said.

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me. She giggled like a school girl for a second and then realized I had a grip on her hips so tight that she wasn’t going to be able to move. Her luscious pussy was firmly planted over my mouth and I had the freedom to devour ever last taste of her. I had control of her body and was going to deliver the ultimate in oral pleasure. I needed to hear her moans. The ultimate pleasure of her delicious orgasm was what drove me and I couldn’t have my release until I felt hers.

  My tongue thrust inside of her and I let my mouth hold on tight to her clit. Rebecca’s moans of pleasure got increasingly louder as she tried to hold back from cumming. Harder and harder I thrust my tongue into her in the hopes of getting the full release from her. I wanted her cum on my face. I wanted her to feel the highest level of pleasure possible.

  She shook with delight and leaned over to steady herself. I felt her thighs quiver, but I wasn’t about to let her off that easily. When she leaned over forward, it was the perfect opportunity for me to slide two fingers into her and really make her scream. My body still hadn’t had the release I needed, but I wanted to hear her scream. My drug wasn’t just fucking women, I got off by knowing that I left them exhausted.

  Although Rebecca and I had been together a few times before, that didn’t change my desire to make her shake with pleasure. I wanted to hear her bed me to stop. I wanted to see the sweat on her body as she was exhausted from out love making. Orgasm after orgasm I would deliver until I filled the need inside me.

  I thought I was winning the orgasm game until she slipped my cock into her mouth. With her on top of me and my cock in her mouth, she was at a much better advantage than I was. She had control over my body and I wasn’t used to a woman getting to have that control. It was Rebecca though if there was any woman in my life that I trusted right now; that was definitely Rebecca.

  Rebecca was extremely orally skilled and I felt my hips driving into her mouth with pleasure as she thrust them up and down on top of me. The urge for my body to release itself grew with each stroke of her mouth and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I needed to feel my cum explode into her. It needed to happen soon.

  Faster and firmer, she sucked until I felt my body get ready to explode. She tantalized me. She teased me. She lifted her mouth off of my cock and watched it pulse for her. I moved up into the air to try and get her to suck me more.

  “Hmmm, I bet you would like my lips wrapped around you again,” she said softly.

  “Oh, fuck yes.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I will.”

  I had never really been a fan of edging—bringing someone close to orgasm and then stopping. I wasn’t a fan; I much preferred the instant gratification of orgasming right away.

  “Rebecca, put your mouth on my cock right now,” I said firmly.

  But she called my bluff and refused me. Her legs were still spread over me and her pussy only inches away from my face. I could have flipped her over onto her back and had my way with her, but I decided to go a different route. She thought the game was just for her, but what Rebecca didn’t realize was that I was excellent at playing the game of edging. I was much better at it than she could imagine.

  My two middle fingers thrust inside of her and I used my other hand to slide a finger into her ass. The shock of the moment had her totally still until she realized I was about to finger fuck her until she wrapped those beautiful lips around my cock again.

  “Mmmm you much really want these lips around your cock,” she said as she kissed the top of my cock.

  Her tease was intense and I liked it and hated it all at the same time.

  “Last warning little lady, put those lips around my cock.”

  “I think I’ll wait.”

  I didn’t hesitate at all. Within a second, I had three fingers inside of her and thrusting hard into her wetness. I slid another finger into her ass and had all of them moving at the same time. Not sweet and softly moving, oh no; they thrust hard into her with the determination to make her scream out in defeat.

  Th
e tips of my fingers stroked her g-spot, milking it until she almost exploded. I stopped short of allowing her to cum, though. I let the build up torture her like she had tortured me.

  “Now?” I asked.

  “Oh, God… yes. Yes.” She moaned as her body begged for me to let her explode.

  Out of defeat, she moved her lips back to my cock. Her lips were tight around me and she thrust my cock deep into her throat. I wanted to cum, but the buildup had been delayed. Harder and harder I thrust my hips into her throat hoping for the final explosion that I needed, but being delayed by her edging game.

  Finally, I felt the pre-cum drip from me and I thrust harder. But she pulled her mouth away again.

  “No!” I instinctively yelled out.

  “Oh yes,” Rebecca said delighted at my torture.

  “Seriously, you need to keep going.”

  “Mmmm, but this game is fun.”

  “No. No, it’s not. Rebecca, seriously keep going.”

  Rebecca lifted herself off of me and turned around so her pussy was perched above my throbbing cock. I saw the wetness glistening off of her and couldn’t stand it another moment.

  “Should I?” She teased me as she let her body come down and I felt her wetness touch the top of my cock.

  “Last warning, missy,” I said with a smile.

  “I don’t scare that easily.”

  I grabbed her hips and thrust her pussy over my cock. It felt delightful to fill her up and even better to see the shock in her eyes as my cock thrust into her. I really did love a full figured woman riding my cock. There was something so delightful about watching her huge breasts bounce as my cock thrust into her.

  Rebecca tried to pull her hips away from me, but I held onto her. My hips grinding and thrusting in an effort to feel the explosion she had denied me twice now. She moved against me in search of her own pleasure. Her hands pressed against my chest as her hips rotated and pulsed against me. It was only a matter of time before she gave in.

  If I were a game playing man, I would have edged her in return for the torture she had delivered to me. But I wanted to feel the release too badly; I couldn’t bear to deny myself any longer.