But all good things came to an end and deep down I had to admit that living up to my wild reputation was getting tiring, and dare I admit it—boring. Last night had been a blast, alcohol buzzing in my veins and sharing a woman with Smith. The idea of one woman between us did appeal to me—watching her coming apart while we all played with her at once, unable to keep her limbs upright cause she’d come so many times.
I imagined Serena with my cock down her throat, Carter’s cock in her pussy and her hands milking Flynn’s and Smith’s. I felt myself grow hard and lowered the waistband of my boxers. For the rest of the day I was hanging around at home and was currently lying on my bed with nothing much to do… why not spend a little time alone with my imagination? I accessed a porn site via my 50 inch television screen and found a gang bang video. While I watched I pictured the woman as Serena. My cock pulsed, itching for my hand and I grasped myself at the base and began pumping myself in steady strokes. The woman on screens legs were wide apart, and the camera zoomed in on her pussy, showing her juices dripping out of her. One of the men watched, his face between her legs and then he licked up her seam, taking the juicy moisture into his own mouth. He made her come with his tongue and she screamed with delight. Sitting up he kissed her and all I could think was of her tasting her own pussy juice and I fisted my cock harder as I thought of it being Serena instead. The men gathered around all playing with their cocks while she knelt in front of them and then one by one they all coated her in streams of their cum, all over her face. Cum dripped off her chin and onto her breasts.
I was done. My balls tightened and drew back and then I came in huge creamy spurts into my hand. Yes, I was all in on the decision to make Serena Ripley ours. My cock agreed and now I’d go find her and ask her on a date. See if my brain agreed too. That would be a bonus, but my cock came first, always. And with that thought if I could have high-fived myself for my wit I would have.
“Hey, Serena! You look like death.”
“Thanks, I feel like it.”
I followed her down the lobby. I’d decided to book in with the Dream’s personal trainer, and up my current training plan. One thing I enjoyed was to keep myself fit and strong, and if we had our way, I’d need stamina.
“So how come you’re so perky when I saw you wasted only a few short hours ago?”
“It’s my metabolism. I struck lucky. No hangovers ever.”
“I hate you.”
I grinned at her and she laughed back.
“So, when do you get a break, Serena Ripley?”
She stood still and turned to me, “Why?”
“'Cause you could use a coffee right now and my appointment's not for another thirty minutes.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s go through to the restaurant. But only if you let me quiz you on your experiences using our Personal Trainers.”
“I thought you did Event Management?” I asked her. “Is that not getting the billionaires to spend their money?”
“Exactly, and that also means having a publicity event for the hotel and getting them to spend their money there. Ask them what they want and get them to donate toward it. Win-win.”
“I had no idea how ruthless you were, Miss Ripley. I have to say I like it.”
She laughed again as we walked through the restaurant door. She asked me what I wanted and headed off toward the counter. I watched the sway of her sexy ass in that corporate looking pencil skirt.
A coffee was placed on the table in front of me and Serena flopped into the chair opposite, looking worse for wear.
“Fuck, I need to remember not to party on a school night.”
I laughed. “Where’s your stamina? You’re only in your early twenties, right?”
“I’m twenty-five, but today I feel eighty-five.” She broke off a piece of cupcake and I watched as she placed it in her mouth. She made groaning noises and her eyes closed with pleasure.
“Mmmm, sugary goodness.”
“You might want to stop doing that in the restaurant, they’ll wonder what I’m doing to you under the table.”
She guffawed, showing her perfect pearly white teeth. Her green eyes sparkled. I ran my gaze down her body. She was one hot chick.
“Okay, so tell me. Why, when all you rich people have your own home gyms, do you come to the hotel and avail yourself of the facilities?”
“It’s simple. We get bored of rocking around huge homes on our own. So we come hang where we can see others. Plus we also get to show off our latest kit: gym wear, trainers, fitness trackers. Always one-upping the others. Competition is the main sport around here.”
She folded her arms across her body. “So really, the hotel gym is just a playground?”
“Yeah. Fill it with toys and we’ll all come.”
“Gotcha.”
“So what do you do for fun, Serena?”
“I like to run, though I’ve not had time to do much of that here yet. I keep being distracted by men who are filthy rich and playboys.” The edge of her mouth curled up into a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. “God, that name. Just because we pissed off a couple of women by dumping them.”
She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “There’s got to be more to it than that. It’s like the name makes you belong to some elite club, the four of you.”
I sighed.
“Sorry.” She said. “I didn’t mean to make you pissed.”
I scrubbed a hand through my hair. “It’s not you. It’s just everyone thinks they know us, is all. And they don’t. Not in the slightest. Yeah, we’ve played around, but we all want to settle down really.”
I pick my coffee up and take a good mouthful. I’m sick of being accused of being a playboy.
Serena’s brows drew together. “But I saw you last night, you and Smith, hooking up with that woman. That just made me think you were exactly what I’d heard, playboys.”
“You don’t understand what we are.” I wanted to throw my cup across the room, watch it hit the wall and explode everywhere. Vampire strength had to be carefully controlled but I could feel my blood fizzing in my veins as I became frustrated.
Serena shrugged her shoulders.
“So tell me. Explain. Because you looked like a party boy to me.”
I realized my foot was tapping against the ground and stilled it. “We want one woman. Me and Smith were trying to see if Madelyn could be the one.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Serena had pushed my buttons.
“Oh.”
I met her gaze. She seemed genuinely taken aback.
“We’re not using women. We’re trying to find love.”
“I’m not following, Jayden. Why do you want to share?”
“It’s complicated and I’ve said too much already.” I stared at her. “Why am I telling you all this? We only just met, yet I’m spilling my guts like a hooked fish.”
She shrugged again. “Must be my kind face or something. Anyway, I won’t say anything. Your personal life is your business. I wouldn’t want people hearing mine and sharing it all over town. Some women might talk, but I’m not one of them.”
“You’re something special then, Serena Ripley. A woman who can keep her mouth closed.”
“Unless it needs to be open.” She winked.
“Why do I get the feeling that underneath that cool exterior you’re actually a firecracker?”
“Like you said. You don’t know me.” She sat up and pushed her chair back. “Right, I really must get back to work now.”
“Would you like to have dinner sometime, Serena?”
She paused for a moment and sucked on her bottom lip. “Yeah, yeah, I would.” She passed me a business card with her cell number on it, turned her back on me and walked away.
Sass, and that ass. I was definitely hooked.
Chapter Thirteen
Serena
That was it! I was sure. Jayden had given me the missing piece of the puzzle. All the exploits with Leonie suddenly made sense. They
were trying to get one woman to share. I was 99.9% sure of this now. One woman between the four of them. So close they couldn’t bear to let another woman part them like Rose had done. That’s why they’d pursued Leonie separately. It wasn’t a game to make her feel like crap. They were testing her individually to see if she was a fit for their group! But she’d come up short.
And that was why Smith and Jayden had both fucked Madelyn. It was another failed audition. And now he’d asked me out. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that they were testing me. They’d not made any moves on me before today. It wasn’t true to form but then it looked like their previous efforts had backfired. So why hadn’t they wanted to seduce me like the others? I thought back over my meetings with each one of them.
They were like interviews. They’d sounded me out, tried to find out who I was, my interests. Oh my God, this was a far bigger story than that they’d fucked over Leonie. The Filthy Rich Playboys were looking for one wife! My heart thudded in my neck, my excitement was so palpable. They were seeing if I was a fit, and now Jayden had asked me out, did that mean I’d been discussed as a possibility? In that case I could look forward to being pursued by the others too. My pants dampened, and I wasn’t sure which was getting me wetter. The thoughts of dates with the four of them, or my expose coming together perfectly.
***
I didn’t see any of them over the rest of the weekend which disappointed me a little after I’d got all fired up. Monday morning rolled around, and I had my appointment with Flynn. My cell buzzed, and I picked it up quickly. I’d yet to hear from Jayden about a date, which had surprised me.
Carter: When’s your next day off? You need to come meet the surf.
I texted him back.
Serena: Thursday. I agree. What time?
Carter: 10am at Waves on Surfrider Beach. If it’s mild, I’ll show you. If the waves are huge, you can watch.
Serena: Well it’s nice to watch, but I’d rather participate… ;)
I was determined to kick all of this up a notch now. I wanted my story and working as an Event Manager might be a great job for some, but it wasn’t enough for me. I was a thrill seeker, which made me think I’d love to ride those waves on Surfrider beach, and I’d enjoy my research with the playboys if it meant I had to ride them too—all four of them.
God, I could have done with going back to my room for a little one-on-one time but Flynn was due to arrive. Instead I visited the bathroom to freshen up and make sure I looked my best. The flush that had taken over my face and pinked up my lips had done me a favor. I looked ripe for the picking. Let’s see how Flynn took to a little flirting this morning.
I met him in the conference room again. He walked in dressed in gray slacks and a white shirt with one button open at the top, shirt sleeves rolled up revealing tanned forearms. He had elegant fingers, and I imagined them stroking up my body before paying attention to the fact that they were laying out photos across the expanse of the conference table.
I walked around looking at them. From my job as a journo I knew talent when I spotted it and these photos were impressive, focusing on the luxury aspect of the hotel. Every photograph revealed a sumptuousness of the surroundings. It would be difficult to choose the final pictures, they were just all that good.
“Are you going to say something?” Flynn’s gaze pierced through me again. There was a lilt to his voice, a resonance of amusement.
“I think you had me speechless there for a moment. These are incredible.” I continued to pace up and down the length of the table. “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to choose.” Then I stood stock still. There was a photo of me busy at my laptop.
“When did you take this?”
“Saturday. I called around, and you were so taken with your work you never even noticed I was there.”
How could he have stood at my office door without me hearing? I stared at the picture. There I was, lost in my work—writing my research notes on the four of them—not doing hotel work. I could see the flash of ambition in my eyes, the excitement of having made a breakthrough.
“Have to say, I love it. It shows your dedication to your job.” He said.
Indeed.
“You should have disturbed me. I wouldn’t have minded.” I smiled up at him, trying to look a little coy. A little flirty.
“No, you were enjoying your work. I know how that can be. It’s how I get when I’m in the moment photographing something. I’d feel resentment if I was interrupted. Anyhow I was seeing you today. It wasn’t that long to wait.”
It was if you were interested in a woman. So perhaps he wasn’t that interested in me?
“I usually hate having my photo taken but I actually like this one.” I picked it up. “It’s not going in the brochures or on the new website, but may I keep it?”
“Of course.”
“A photo taken by the very talented Flynn Kelly.”
He scoffed.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Act like your photography is less than it is. Act like you are less than you are.” I met his gaze. “You are so very talented, Flynn Kelly, don’t you forget it.”
“Okay, Miss.” He smiled. A smile that was accompanied by a slight relaxing of his shoulders. His guard was coming down with me. That was good.
“Flynn. Would you take some more photos of me? Like for myself? I think it would be good for my confidence and I could send one to my parents. Let them see how settled I’m becoming here.”
“Sure. Like around the Bu?”
“Yeah, eventually, but maybe first I could come around yours and just get a studio shot? Just until I learn to be a little more relaxed around a camera. Only I usually look like this…” I pulled a wide smiled grimace. “You have no idea the times my mom has sighed over my school photographs and don’t get me started on my yearbook and prom photos.”
Flynn laughed. “I’m sure they weren’t that bad.”
“Whatever you’re thinking they were ten times worse I assure you.”
He smiled again. “Well, I’d be happy to take your photo. Just tell me when.”
“Tomorrow night?”
Flynn looked shocked.
“If I don’t do it now, I’ll chicken out of it.”
“Okay, tomorrow night it is then.” He said.
I put my photo down and picked up a couple of other shots. “Right, let me see. This is a fantastic shot of the spa. I think this one is a definite winner…”
I laid back on my bed. It had been a busy day, and I was beat. Jayden had texted an hour ago, and we were meeting Wednesday evening for dinner. So that was Flynn tomorrow, Jayden on Wednesday and Carter on Thursday. That just left Smith. He was proving more difficult to get through to than the others. I needed to think of a way to grab his attention, but the only thing that seemed to do that was sex. He appeared totally ruled by his cock.
It was time to do some further digging on Smith Henderson. I pulled up my file on my laptop.
Hmmmm.
It wasn’t a huge surprise to me that he could be so guarded. His mother had been a surrogate. There was no information on her whatsoever, just that his father had announced Smith’s birth and brought him back to Carbon Beach where a team of nannies, cooks, and housekeepers, had backed him as he raised his son. Bill had documented the first five years of Smith’s life online, but had then stopped it, saying that a kidnap attempt had been foiled and so there would be no more sharing of their personal life. Smith had been a gorgeous little boy with those pale blue eyes and that platinum blond hair. He looked like a little angel. I wondered who his mother could have been.
I’d get a list drawn up of all the staff who worked with Bill around that time. Look into any other relationships. I might as well see if I could solve that mystery while I was at it. Make my expose even better.
I phoned the New York office and got the team on it. Then I decided to spend the evening looking at all of the four of the
m as children, to look into their backgrounds more. It couldn’t hurt to learn more about them and I had nothing better to do with my time.
I smiled looking at Carter’s parents. Theirs was one of the most enduring showbiz marriages and even my jaded, cynical heart, rejoiced over the fact that their marriage was one to hold in high esteem.
Clicking onto the pictures of Carter with his parents, I ahhed at what a cutie he was. His sandy-blond hair was just like his fathers. His mother was a brunette. Her hair long and dark brown. I clicked onto her profile. She was a great actress, I wondered when she started acting?
A photo came up of a fresh-faced toddler and I gasped. Linda Cannon was not a natural brunette. Her hair on these photos was platinum blond. It had to be a coincidence surely? Despite it being a long shot, I carried on researching. Carter was 26 and Smith 24, so what were Linda's movements 2 years following Carter’s birth? I clicked along onto many more pages, getting frustrated that I couldn’t find anything of interest. There had been no break in the seasons of 'Couples', so it looked like it really was nothing more than a coincidence.
I typed in Linda Cannon, hospitals, surgery—anything I could think of and eventually struck gold.
A fan had sat in on filming and recorded his observations.
I don’t know how they do it. Filming several episodes all at once, switching from one episode to another, so they might film three kitchen scenes at a time, saving on costume changes. By filming this way they’d be able to spend other months of the year on vacation. I understand that they have several holiday homes away from the public eye which they must need after months of the year filming Couples, as well as being pursued by fans and paparazzi, especially with a young son (on set today as their toddler son on screen too).
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