Mister Moneybags

by Vi Keeland

  Bianca. Of course.

  I’d poured myself a drink earlier, and now I was glad that I did. The dots were jumping around as I gulped back half the glass in one swallow.

  Bianca: How open-minded are you?

  Was Bianca into kink? I’d never delved too far into that arena, but I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to it with the right partner. The thought of tying her to the bed, a little spanking and some anal play only made her that much more sexy to me.

  Dex: Are you propositioning me, Ms. George?

  I sucked down the other half of my drink. It did nothing to soften the steel in my pants.

  Bianca: I am.

  Dex: A woman who knows what she wants. I find that incredibly attractive. What did you have in mind?

  It was the longest sixty seconds of my life waiting for her next response.

  Bianca: A threesome with me and my friend.

  I lifted my fingers to the keyboard to type a response three times, but couldn’t. I was speechless...wordless. What guy didn’t want a threesome with a beautiful woman and her friend? Yet, for some reason, the fact that she’d suggested it made me angry on some level. I liked her—I suppose I wasn’t as open-minded as I liked to think I was. To me, sharing was for fucking around, not someone you were really interested in. I wasn’t sure how to respond. After long moments passed, Bianca typed again.

  Bianca: Are you there?

  Dex: Yes.

  Bianca: Did I offend you?

  She actually did. But at the risk of sounding needy, I needed to explain why.

  Dex: I’m interested in you, Bianca. While the thought of being with you in any capacity is extremely appealing, I’m not certain a three-way is the right way to start things off.

  Bianca: That’s too bad. I think the three of us would be perfect together.

  Dex: Perhaps we can try two and work our way up to three.

  Given the opportunity, I was confident that I could please her so that she didn’t feel the need to invite her friend.

  Bianca: I’m not sure that’s a good idea…

  Dex: Have you done this type of thing before?

  She ignored my question.

  Bianca: Friday 7pm. Think about it. I’ll be in the lobby of the Library Hotel if you decide to join us.

  Dex: And if I don’t join you?

  Bianca: I’ve finished the article. I’ll send over a copy within a week for final approval. I believe our interview sessions have come to an end. If you decide not to join, have a nice life, Mr. Truitt.

  I should have been working. Or sleeping, for that matter, considering that I hadn’t done much of that last night after the little chat I’d had with Bianca. But instead, I was sitting at my desk staring at a photo of her on her employer’s website.

  Bianca George is a Summa Cum Laude graduate of Wharton Business School who spent the first five years of her career as a derivatives trader. She joined Finance Times in 2015 as a freelance industry expert where she pens articles from an insider’s point of view.

  Nowhere in her biography did it mention she had a penchant for threesomes. I whipped my pen across the room.

  Why the fuck did it bother me? What kind of a man turns down a threesome with a woman he’s attracted to? Surely, a woman who was not territorial about a man whom she planned to sleep with, would be able to overlook the mere fact that I pretended to be two people. Oddly, I was less concerned with her accepting my apology now that she’d told me where her head was at. Yet, I was disappointed.

  Disappointed in an offer for a threesome. You need your head examined, Truitt.

  There was just something that I thought might be special with this girl. And not the type of special that entails her being okay with me sticking my dick in her and her friend all in one evening.

  Shutting the page, I dove into my work. It was always the one thing I could lose myself in. Somehow, I’d managed to focus enough to study the financial forecasts of a company I was considering buying. It was late afternoon by the time I took a much-needed break. Josephine had delivered a turkey club to my desk a few hours ago, and I hadn’t wanted to risk coming up for air and being distracted by thoughts of Bianca again.

  If you decide not to join, have a nice life, Mr. Truitt.

  Her parting words replayed over and over in my head. I dug into my sandwich and scrolled through the texts on my phone as I ate. The first one was from Caroline.

  Caroline: Dinner Saturday night? I have a charity banquet to attend.

  I’d been blowing her off for a few weeks now, and my head was definitely not ready to have a conversation with her yet. Not responding, I scrolled to the next. It was from my dad asking me how I was. I typed a quick, bland response and went back to the remaining messages as I polished off my club sandwich.

  Buried below a dozen other texts was one from Bianca. Only she assumed she was texting Jay, not Dex. At first, when I opened it, I was confused.

  Bianca: Hey. Do you have plans for Friday night?

  Jay immediately typed back.

  Jay: No. What did you have in mind?

  Bianca: Want to meet me and a friend for some fun at The Library Hotel at 7?

  What the fuck?

  It didn’t dawn on me until that minute. Grabbing my laptop, I opened the chat box from last night and frantically scrolled through our entire conversation. When she’d suggested a three-way with her friend, I’d assumed the third was a woman.

  But there was no woman.

  Bianca was fucking inviting Jay to a three-way with her and Dex.

  When Friday night rolled around, I was no more prepared than I was the moment that she first dropped that bomb.

  Shaving in front of my bathroom mirror, I lamented to my dog like a lunatic.

  “Your friend is a freak, Bandit. You know that? An absolute freak!” I paused, shaking the water off my razor. Gesturing toward him with it, I said, “The thing is, the whole proposition just seems so out of character for her. But I guess it goes to show that you never really know someone. You can have dozens of intimate conversations with a woman you think is level-headed, and then they turn out to be a deviant.”

  “Ruff!”

  “The twisted thing is—and I’m only admitting this to you, no one else—it kind of turns me on at the same time. It’s like I wish I could be both men and fuck her simultaneously. Sick, right?”

  “Ruff!”

  “Yep. Ever hear the term, curiosity killed the cat? That’s about to happen to me tonight. I’m so goddamn curious about what she planned on doing to me that I can’t not show up. Because I’m a dog, Bandit. Just like you. All men are. But unlike you, I can’t lick my own balls. So, I make crazy fucking decisions like showing up for a threesome where I’m supposed to be two-thirds of the party.” I slapped some aftershave on my face.

  “You know the other fucked-up part?” Laughing at myself in the mirror, I said, “I still don’t know if I’m showing up as Dex or Jay.”

  Bandit howled and lay down.

  “I know. Pathetic. Bet you wish you were frolicking upstate right about now, huh? Instead, you landed at the wrong farm—the crazy farm.”

  Bandit followed me into the walk-in closet off of my bedroom. I stared at the line of designer dress shirts perfectly starched and organized by color from light to dark. My eyes then landed on a smaller line of clothes in the corner—Jay’s wardrobe, which consisted of jeans, casual shirts, and some hoodies. Since I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say or do when I got there, I needed to dress somewhere in the middle. I chose a fitted, camel-colored sweater and wore a collared shirt underneath. Dark trousers finished off the look. I sprayed some cologne on and fastened my watch.

  “Be good, Bandit. Don’t be like your master, letting his dick ruin his life.”

  “Ruff!”

  I knelt down and scratched between his ears. “Wish me luck. If I don’t come back by morning, it will be because Bianca George kicked me in the nuts so hard I had to be hospitalized.”

  Outsi
de, my driver was leaning against the black Town Car, waiting for me. “Where to, Mr. Truitt?”

  “The Library Hotel, Sam.”

  From the car, I looked up toward the lights of my penthouse, wondering what things would be like for me the next time I returned home.

  When Sam dropped me off at the funky, book-themed hotel Bianca had chosen in Midtown, I’d decided I would keep a low profile and try to observe her before she saw me.

  We hadn’t texted aside from my one response to her message, when Jay agreed to meet her at the allotted time. I was trying to minimize communication with her as Jay because, well, he was supposed to be dead.

  Hiding behind a pillar, I finally spotted her. My heart nearly stopped. Bianca was sitting on a chair in the lobby with her legs crossed, wearing a black strapless dress that pushed her tits up into two mounds of creamy flesh I wanted to devour. The brightest shade of red coated her gorgeous lips. She’d stuck a matching, red silk flower barrette onto the side of her dark hair. She looked absolutely stunning, more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.

  Something else caught my attention. For someone who’d brazenly requested that two different men meet her at this hotel for sex, Bianca looked awfully tense. She seemed to be breathing in and out heavily and was checking her watch every ten seconds. Something wasn’t right.

  I had no words, no clue what I was going to say or do. The only course of action was to wing it and then figure out how to handle the rest minute by minute. Was I Jay or was I about to come out to her as Dex? Who the fuck knows.

  Walking slowly toward her with my hands in my pockets, I said a prayer that this didn’t turn out as ugly as I fully expected it to.

  When she noticed me, she stood up, brushing off her dress. “Hi.”

  “Hello, Bianca.”

  She nodded once. “Jay.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. The name had rolled off her tongue almost bitterly. Her body language was uninviting, and so, I opted not to lean in for a kiss.

  Clearing my throat, I said, “I have to admit. I was really taken aback by your invitation.”

  “Well, it’s about time you knew everything about me, Jay.”

  I thought I did.

  Staring at her luscious lips, I suddenly felt possessive—angry. “A fucking threesome, Bianca? How did we get here? Explain why it is you feel you need more than one man to satisfy you at once? A real man should be able to do that all on his own.”

  “You want to know the truth?”

  Ironic, but yes. “I do.”

  “Each of you has separate qualities that appeal to me.”

  “Explain.”

  “See…he has the most amazing brain. He’s smart, ambitious, and powerful. And yet, there’s a soft side that’s humane, to the point where he makes me want to be a better person. He also expresses interest in me, not just physically, but in everything about me.”

  I swallowed. “And me?”

  “You’re mysterious. And I’m extremely physically attracted to you. But lately, I think about him when I’m with you. So, I thought…what better way to satisfy all of my needs than to invite you both here tonight.”

  My pulse raced. “I can’t believe you’d want to cheapen what we have by bringing someone else into the equation. As if I could sit back and passively watch as another man’s dick was moving in and out of you.”

  “Did you come here to interrogate me…to judge me?”

  “I kind of want to know what the hell you’re thinking, yeah. I thought I had you pegged, and this really threw me for a loop. How could you ever think I’d be willing to share you?”

  She took two steps forward and spoke into my face. “If the best parts of the two of you were rolled into one man, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

  Fuck. Me.

  I couldn’t hold it in a second longer. It was time.

  “Bianca, there’s something you need to—”

  “Let me ask you something, Jay. How did you know the friend I was meeting here with you was a man anyway?”

  “Your text.”

  “No. I never mentioned the gender of my friend. Ever.” Her eyes had daggers in them.

  Fuck. While I’d figured it out based on her text to Jay, she never did say the third party was a male. I’d been so messed up about this, I’d forgotten that she never actually specified.

  It had finally happened. I’d fucked up.

  “You slipped, Dex.”

  Dex?

  Did she just say my name, or have I finally lost my mind enough to start hearing things?

  “What did you call me?”

  “Dex…as in Dexter Truitt.”

  She knows?

  She knows.

  This was a trap.

  My heart was beating out of control. “How long have you known it was me?”

  Her eyes were glistening. “Does it matter?”

  “I need to know how long you’ve been—”

  “Tricking you?” she yelled. “How does it feel, Dexter?” she shouted even louder. “How does it feel to be manipulated?”

  Suddenly, I realized all eyes in the lobby were on us.

  “Oh, we have an audience, Dex!” Holding out her hand, she cried, “The famous Dexter Truitt everyone! Multi-millionaire CEO of Montague Enterprises. He just showed up for a threesome with me and another man. Feel free to take photos. They’ll land you some good money.”

  Thankfully, no one seemed to give a shit.

  “Stop, Bianca.”

  “You want me to stop? Are you afraid everyone will know what a liar you are?”

  Feeling like I had no other choice, I took her by the waist and lifted her up over my shoulder.

  She wiggled her legs. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not letting me get a word in edgewise. We need to go somewhere and talk in private.”

  “Put me down!”

  “Did you really book a room?” I asked.

  “No, I didn’t get a room. I’m not really a whore—unlike you who agreed to a threesome with my ‘friend.’”

  “Make no mistake, I had no intention of sharing you, Bianca. Not with a woman. Not with a man. Not with anyone.”

  Still holding her over my shoulder, I arrived at the front desk. “We need a room, please.”

  “Oh, no, we don’t!”

  The receptionist awkwardly asked, “Two beds or one?”

  “One, please.”

  “Excuse me?” Bianca asked.

  “We’re not using it, Bianca. We just need a place to talk.”

  “I’m not going to your room.”

  “You’ll go, or the article isn’t happening.”

  “Too late. The interview is finished.”

  “I’ll renege my permission to publish it. I’ll sue the magazine. Better yet, I’ll buy the magazine.” When the woman at the desk handed me the key card, I nodded. “Thank you.”

  I carried her to the elevator and put her down only after the doors closed. Pinning her against the wall, I said, “I’m not letting you go tonight until you hear me out. Do I need to carry you out of here, or are you going to walk with me?”

  The hotel room door latched shut. With my back against it, I crossed my arms protectively over my chest. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

  Dex sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, then raked his fingers through his hair. Even as I stood there filled with anger, I wished it were me running my fingers through his mane. When he looked up at me, there wasn’t an ounce of amusement in his piercing blue eyes. They displayed a seriousness that I’d never seen from him before. Well, from Jay.

  “How did you find out?” he finally asked.

  “I don’t need to divulge that to you.”

  “Fair enough.” Dex let out a deep breath. “You need to know that I always planned to tell you, Bianca. Always.”

  “Then why lie to me in the first place?” My voice cracked. “I’ve tried to figure it out but I just can’t. It couldn’t have been to s
leep with me, because you passed that up. So, why? Just to screw with my head?”

  “No!” His complexion turned an angry shade of red. “Fuck…no, Bianca.”

  “Then why?”

  “It was as simple as just wanting to experience getting to know you without the preconceived notions you had about me. You made it very clear what you thought about ‘Mister Moneybags’ in that elevator. It was a split-second decision that I truly regret. A stupid lie.”

  “Stupid lie? You pretended to be someone else, Dex. There’s really no bigger lie in this world than falsifying who you are.”

  “Every second of our interview, you were with the real me.”

  “And I preferred you, Dex. I preferred those intimate moments chatting with the real you more than anything. You ruined what could have been a good thing by bringing this alter ego into it.”

  “I had no way of knowing that you and I would connect so well. You seemed very closed-minded in that elevator. At the time, I didn’t see how I could break through that.”

  “Well, I didn’t know I was talking shit to your face. I might not have been so blunt.”

  “And that’s why the whole thing was very telling. Those were your true feelings—at the time.” Dex stood up and approached me. “Look…there is no real excuse to justify what I did. I don’t even expect forgiveness. Blame me forever for it. But do it to my face. Be with me. Yell at me. Scream at me. Be angry with me…but be with me.”

  With his face close to mine, I could feel my legs weaken and my nipples harden. I’d always been attracted to him, but knowing that this face and body belonged to the person who’d also owned my mind and heart for so long was almost too much to bear. I hated how badly I still wanted him.