by Grey, Chloe
“Good evening, Ms. Adams.” The driver greeted me like he had known me for years.
He held the door open and Monica got into the car first. I slid in next to her, and Drew came in and sat beside me.
We relaxed and took in the sites as the driver took us to the restaurant. It wasn’t far from the hotel, so we were there within a few minutes. The driver pulled up to the front driveway and came around to open, but Drew beat him to it. He got out first and offered his hand. Our eyes locked for a moment. His glance alone made my breath hitch, but when I held his hand, I felt that spark again, like a lightning bolt straight to my core.
He helped Monica out, and the driver let me know he’d be waiting right here when we were finished. Monica walked slightly ahead, and Drew locked arms with me as we went inside. Two employees held the door open for us and greeted us like royalty. I could see why the other half enjoyed their way of life. Who wouldn’t love being spoiled and pampered?
The hostess confirmed our reservation and led us to a quiet table for three near the side of the restaurant. Drew helped us into our chairs, and pulled his chair closer to mine.
“You picked a great place,” he said, glancing around the restaurant and reaching for a menu.
“The restaurant guide in the hotel room made the place sound wonderful,” Monica said.
“Looks great so far,” I added, looking down at the menu.
“Um… with the prices, it better be good,” Monica grumbled. “I could buy a new outfit with the price of an entrée.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have you both covered,” I said. “Tonight’s on me.”
***
The evening was more enjoyable than I thought possible. Once Monica and Drew stopped worrying about the bills, we all had fun. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward with either of them. Drew didn’t feel like a third wheel, and Monica was comfortable in any setting. I caught Drew staring at me more than a few times. It felt amazing getting that type of reaction from him, and a lot of other men when we made it to the club later that night.
“I love your new look, Leslie,” he whispered to me outside the club while Monica went to the ladies room.
“Thanks Drew. I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s perfect. You look sophisticated, and it brings out your natural beauty. But for the record, you were gorgeous before. Either way, you’re beautiful. I just want you to know that.” He took my hand and twirled me around, then pulled me close to him again. “And this dress, wow. You look so sexy I could take you back to my room right now.”
“Mmmm, don’t tempt me, Drew. There’s Monica. Come on, let’s go in. Time to shake that booty!”
Monica pulled my arm and I tugged on Drew’s arm all the way to the dance floor, squeezing through the swelling crowd until we found a spot. As the song transitioned, we got into our groove, and within minutes, men had gravitated to Monica and me. Drew came in close behind me as we danced, letting the men know I was with him. I didn’t mind at all—to me, Drew was the hottest guy there. One lucky man whisked Monica off and she humored him for a while.
I leaned back into Drew as my hips moved to its own rhythm, enjoying his hands as they wandered up and down my body, tenderly brushing over my stomach. I turned toward him and let my head rest on his shoulders. I wanted him all over again.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, seemingly reading my mind.
“Okay. Wait for us outside. I’ll grab Monica.”
He headed out of the club and I went back looking for Monica. I spotted her in a corner, dancing with the man she had taken off with earlier. I let her know we were leaving, to which she replied, “Okay…have fun. I’ll find my way back to the hotel.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, putting urgency in my voice.
“Yeah, she’s sure,” the man replied. “I’ll get her back safely.”
I felt weird leaving Monica behind, but I also could tell she wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m fine, Les. Trust me,” Monica insisted.
I nodded and left, making a beeline for Drew, who was waiting at the door.
“Where’s Monica?” he asked.
“She’ll catch up with us later.”
The limo driver had been waiting patiently. Drew helped me inside.
“Where to, Ms. Adams?” The driver asked from the front seat.
“Just drive around a little. We’ll tell you when we’re ready to go back to the hotel.”
“As you wish,” he replied, and rolled up the window to give us some privacy.
Drew snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me in to sit closer to him as we enjoyed the sites. I could barely focus. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, just being this close to him. I turned and noticed he had been looking down at me intently. I bit back a groan. His lips were so sexy.
“Are you still glad I came?” he asked. His hand brushed against my thigh, sending chills up and down my spine.
“Definitely,” I admitted.
He lifted his hand to my face, stroking my chin with his thumb. My heart skipped a beat. He moved closer until his lips pressed a gentle kiss onto mine. I reached a hand up to his neck and the heat level rose around us. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting and caressing, letting my body know what it would soon do to me.
He held my waist and pulled me into his lap.
“Good. Now you can show me how much,” he whispered.
His voice triggered a new wave of heat that rose up inside me. I raised my head and turned to meet his waiting lips for another kiss, so fierce and passionate, my clit was already throbbing. I kicked off my shoes, and turned to face him. My body was already aroused on the dancefloor, and now, as I felt the smoldering heat coming off his chest, I let my primal need take full control.
He trailed kisses down my neck to the where my dress met the tops of my breasts, and found my nipples through the fabric. I guided his other hand to my back so he could undo the zipper down to my waist. It freed my breasts just enough, and he groaned as he cradled my back and looked down at me. I arched my back and pulled his head to my needy breasts. As he caressed and licked my nipples one by one, and my hips rocked on his hardness in return.
I nuzzled my head at his neck and couldn’t help feeling a little playful.
“I have a confession to make, Drew.” I moaned as I nibbled on his ear.
He let out a moan. “What’s that?”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Mmmm. Oh God, Leslie.”
“This way you won’t need to rip them off me.”
He lifted me off his lap and tugged at his belt and zipper, pulling his slacks and boxers down to release his manhood. I pulled myself up just enough to palm his cock and move it in place. When it felt right, I pulled his hands to my hips and let him drive his hardness deep into me.
“Leslie, you feel so good, baby.’
He groaned so loudly I couldn’t hold anything back. I held on to his shoulders, gaining the leverage I needed so I could raise myself and lower on his thick shaft. I picked up the pace as his thrusts sped up, rocking my hips as he took me so quickly to the peaks of pleasure. My clit throbbed as it got much needed contact on his lower stomach every time he pulled me down on his cock with his powerful hands.
“Come for me, Leslie,” he growled his demand, that voice seeming hard-wired to my ecstasy. My hands moved down around his waist and pulled him deeper, rocking faster until a powerful orgasm rolled through me. My stomach clenched and tightened around his shaft as he followed me to his climax. I buried my head into his neck and let out a muffled squeal, finally resting my head on his shoulder to recover.
“How do you feel now, Leslie?” He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
“Good. Relaxed.”
“Where would you like to go now?”
“Anywhere you want to go.”
“How about back to my room to talk?”
“Yes. I mean no,” I said breathlessly.
“You don’t want to go back t
o my room?”
“Yes. But I don’t want to talk.” She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me with dreamy, seductive eyes.
“What do you want to do, Leslie?”
“I want you to make love to me, Drew. And hold me all night.”
Chapter 7
Drew
The glow of an early Las Vegas sunrise peeked into my window. I shielded my eyes from the sun and caught a glimpse of Leslie as she slept beside me. She looked so peaceful, I decided not to disturb her. I got up and closed the window blinds so the light wouldn’t wake her. Max would be ready to head out for golf anytime, so I went to have a shower. He knocked on my door the minute I was done in the bathroom.
“Good morning,” I said when I opened the door. “I’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”
“Morning,” he answered, peeking around me when he noticed someone was still in my bed.
“I see you got lucky last night. Way to go, big brother!”
I pulled the door closed and stood in the hallway to speak with him. “It’s not like that, man.”
“Well what is it then? Who is she?”
“It’s Leslie. The girl from work. We’ve been seeing each other.”
“Well good for you, man. She’s hot. So, is it serious?”
“It’s all really new. Come on, let’s get ready and headed for golf. I’ll explain everything then.”
“What about clothes? Do you need any? I notice you just had a small travel bag. You look like you’re my size. Why don’t you check through my closet and see if there’s anything you want to wear that will be more comfortable for golf?”
“Sure why not. Thanks Max.”
I nodded and checked through his things while he sipped his coffee. He had probably ordered room service, because there were two large trays of hot and cold breakfast items on the counter as well as a carafe of coffee.
I found the simple golf shirt and slacks, and went back to my room to get dressed. Leslie was still sleeping when it was time to leave. I wrote her a short note and placed it on the nightstand beside where she slept before leaving with Max.
***
“Tell me more about our father’s will, Max,” I asked as we rode in the cart to the next tee-off. We were halfway through our golf game, and not doing too badly.
“I gave you the high points last night, and there’s so much more to it, it’s probably better if you ask me specific questions. Tell me what you want to know.”
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what to ask. It’s not like someone showed up before and told me I was the heir to an oil tycoon. “I guess for starters, I’m curious about what it means to work as a VP for the company. Will they be looking for us to work full-time?”
“Let’s put it this way, Drew. I think it’s safe to say you and I can work as few or as many hours as we want in the business that belongs to us. Dad was a workaholic, and even then he still had a CEO that ran things. The company has over a thousand employees in the United States.”
“And it’s not because I’m shying away from work or anything, it’s just I know what I love. And more importantly, I know what I don’t know.”
“I’m in the same boat with your brother.”
“What about decision-making?”
“It’s the same deal. If you want to be more involved you can be; if you don’t, you don’t have to be. The company will be running for very long time under the CEO and the Board of Directors. We get to decide how much we will participate. The point, to Dad, is that we stay connected to Gorber Oil.”
“And will I have to change cities?”
“The company headquarters is in Dallas, so no. But we have offices in several cities. You’ll have options.”
“What about timing for all of this? Am I going to get to this reading of the will next week and be told I have to start work the following Monday?”
“No, Drew. It’s nothing like that. Even if you wanted to start right away, things will take a little bit of time to get you an office, to settle on what position you’ll take, to get you trained and oriented to the company. Nothing’s going to be overnight. And there’s still tons of paperwork to take care of.”
“Okay. That’s fair enough. And what about financials? I don’t want to sound greedy or anything, but are we going to have a salary if we have to work for the company?”
“Of course you’ll have a salary. No one expects us to work for free. There’s also a trust in your name. I don’t remember all the details of how much. Just know that you will not have to worry about money again. Ever.”
“Wow.” I raked my hand through my hair. “This is really a lot to take in, Max. It doesn’t even seem real.”
Max reached over and squeezed my shoulder. “Believe it. It’s real.”
We were silent in our thoughts for a few minutes, before Max spoke up again.
“So tell me what’s going on with you, Drew? You work in TV. You sound like you love your job and career. Aren’t you married? I distinctly thought you told me you were still married.”
“Officially, I am. I’m going through a divorce right now. The judge has already finalized the judgment. It’s just a matter of all the paperwork catching up so I finally say I’m single again.”
“You’re lucky, then. Leslie must be very understanding of your situation.”
I looked over at him. “Actually, she doesn’t know yet.”
“What? Are you crazy? How could you be sleeping with her and she doesn’t know?”
“I started this new job two weeks ago, and I met Leslie on the first day. Things have kind of gone really fast, and then she won the lottery. We really haven’t had a chance to talk about anything else. Needless to say, this news about our father adds to the complexity of what I have share with her. To be fair to me though, I did offer to tell her everything last night. And she didn’t want to know.”
“Two weeks. Wow. You move quickly. I thought the two of you were in a long-term thing when I saw you together in the lobby.”
“I’ll tell you something Max. I left my ex-wife over two years ago. It had been over a year and a half before that, and I stuck around. I went all that time without getting into anything serious. I wasn’t looking and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I trusted my judgment anymore. When I met Leslie, we had a few bumps, but overall we just clicked. Things just fit and made sense, and here we are now.”
“You sound like you’re in love, big brother. Leslie looks like a good catch. I’m not going to meddle or anything, but if you really like her that much, you should tell her now. I don’t think you should wait.”
“I agree with you. Things really did happen so fast, and they still are.”
“We’ll take a word of advice from me. Settle all of your affairs with your ex-wife before you sign any of the papers. In fact, see if you can settle it this week before the reading of the will. The last thing you want to do now is having an ex-wife to deal with.”
“And she’s crazy too.”
“Well there you go. I’d say take care of it. Fast. We’re talking about billions of dollars here. You want to make sure you surround yourself with the right people going forward. Leslie sounds like a gem, though.”
“She is.”
“Good.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Are you single, Max?”
“Very. I’m twenty-four. I’m not looking to settle down. And besides, look at us. We Gorber men don’t fall for women, Drew. Women fall for us.”
“Max, you sound like a man with his head on straight,” I answered. “Wait, hold a minute. Aren’t you about to star in a new reality series to find a wife? Leslie made me watch some kind of two-hour-long promo on TV the other day. It was you. What was that name? Something like billionaire gets a wife or something. Am I right?”
“Sheesh. I don’t know what I was thinking. I got approached by some producers, and before I knew it, I said yes to doing the show. None of it is real, anyway. My symphony director knew one of producers. They convinced me it wou
ld be a great way to get extra visibility as a concert pianist. The things we do for recognition, huh?”
“I guess. So do you go through with a real marriage? Or is it all fake?”
“None of it is real.”
“You mean you have twelve women chasing after you, all hoping to be your lawfully wedded wife and sink their claws into your billions, and it’s all a show?”
“Yup.”
“And the women know this too?”
“Yes. We all signed contracts. It’s all transparent for the participants. For the viewers, that’s another story. It’s a show.”
“Leslie would be so bummed to learn that. All this time she thought it was real.”
“Yeah? She drank the Kool-Aid, huh?”
“I think so. Welcome to reality I guess.”
“Exactly. Hey, there’s my ball. I think I’ll get a double eagle on that one.”
Max stopped the cart and we got off to start the next leg. Clearly I had a lot to think of. Now I just had to decide whether I tell her here while we were still in Vegas, or wait till we get back. Either way, it was not going to be easy. I had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t like it now or later.
Chapter 8
Leslie
I woke up alone in Drew’s bed. Because of the blacked out curtains, I had probably overslept. I smiled, hugging myself. I was brimming over with happiness. Our first night in Vegas was a blast, and I couldn’t wait to get more of what it offered during the day. I saw Drew’s note that he was out with his brother, and was getting dressed when I heard a text message coming in on my cellphone.
I grabbed my purse and pulled out the phone. I groaned. Ten text messages and three voicemails were up on the screen. I skimmed through them. They were all from Monica.
Hello! Are you alive? Where did you go? What are you doing? Leslie, this isn’t funny.
The messages continued, each one getting more frantic than the last, all ranging from after midnight to six o’clock in the morning. I was about to listen to the voicemails, when I heard phone vibrate. Monica was calling again.
“Hello?”
“Oh my God, Leslie... is that you?” The sound of Monica’s agitated voice came through louder than ever on the phone.