by Amy Brent
“You need to get that?” my delicious bedmate asked in a raspy, sexy tone.
Her question made a sideways smirk form in my lips as I pulled my gaze from away from the stupid device and focused all of my attention on her.
“No, baby. It’s my motto that the only thing important enough to interrupt a good fuck is death,” I stated as I removed my fingers from her center and glided my hands across her soft, olive skin. Then, in a low and decided tone, I added, “Since we’re both very much alive, the only thing I need right now is you on all fours.”
A full on sexy smile curled on her lips as she quickly followed my command and got into position. Ignoring the annoying noise, I crawled across the huge bed and positioned myself behind her. The sight of her ass propped up in the air like that was so enticing I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing my open palms on the soft skin of her ass cheeks, I squeezed and opened them as I put the tip of my rock-hard cock at her opening.
I kneaded her flesh and moved my hips in baby pulses against her, spearing her with my shaft just a little bit more every time before pulling back out. She was so wet, and I was so caught in the moment that I only realized that my phone had stopped ringing when her moans started to sound unchallenged around me.
Then, she looked over her shoulder at me and begged, “C’mon, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
My smirk doubled in size as I looked down at her golden eyes and slowly started pushing myself all the way inside. In a tone that was almost menacing, I asked, “Is that really what you want? For me to fuck you like I mean it?”
A spark shone in her eyes, and I knew I had made the right choice when I approached her at the hotel bar earlier that night. She was just as wild as I was, which told me that my already fun night was about to turn memorable.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she replied in a sexy whisper as I pulled myself out of her.
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, I smiled, grabbed her by the hip and slammed into her with every ounce of desire and stamina I had. She moaned, but before the sound was completely out of her lips, I rose my hand and slapped her firm, round ass which turned the sound into a delicious groan.
Waiting at her entrance for just a second, I looked at her in search of any sort of objection but saw only an approving smirk. Propelled by that, I dug my fingers into her skin a little deeper and started a satisfying cycle of pounding and spanking until her ass was a lovely shade of pink and my body was wound so tight with an approaching orgasm I thought I would explode.
The build-up started growing, my heart started pounding, and the room was filled with the sexiest sounds known to men. Then, as I felt her tighten around and my cock pulse with the prelude of my orgasm, my damned phone started ringing again.
A loud groan bubbled up from my chest as I forced myself to zoom out the sound and focused only on the delicious sensation bursting through every nerve cell in my body. As she cried something that vaguely resembled my name, I pulled out of her and stroke my cock until her ass was completely coated with my seed.
With my eyes closed, I tuned out the ringing phone, her loud cries and everything else until only the numbing pleasure pumping in my veins remained. The sensation was heavenly and exactly what I needed after a week packed with traveling and boring meetings.
Once my mind was clear and my feelings had returned, I opened my eyes to a silent room and my little brunette devil laying on her stomach with a sated smile on her lips and her golden eyes on me. “Mind getting me something to clean that mess up?” she asked in a playful tone.
“Actually, I do,” I said with a raised brow. “I think you should stay that way until you get home. Remember where I’ve been and what I’ve done.”
A soft chuckle bubbled up from her chest, and she lightly shook her head. “If you think I’ll need that to remember you by, you probably weren’t in the same fuck I was. It was memorable, and I’ll remember it forever.”
With my ego sufficiently boosted, I chuckled, gave her a kiss on the lips and got up to get her a wet washcloth from the bathroom.
“Are you going to be in town much longer?” she asked in a hopeful tone as I returned to the bedroom of my penthouse suite.
I pulled in a deep breath but tried to keep my smile as steady as possible as I approached her with the washcloth in hand. From the moment I started talking to her at that bar, I knew this conversation would happen. Regardless of age, color or profession, the common denominator of every woman I’ve ever bedded was that they always wanted more.
I, on the other hand, have never wanted more from anyone in my entire life. For forty-two years, I’ve been a happy bachelor and proud to never have had a long-term relationship with anyone other than my secretary. However, I’m not a jerk and telling girls—especially the ones who’ve given me a great time such as this one—that there’s no tomorrow for us and that she’ll be forgotten exactly two seconds after she walks out of my door still makes me feel like shit.
But that was an unnecessary evil. Although I still had over a week in NYC, my schedule was so damn full I had no time—or interest—to spend with someone who wasn’t in a position to further my family’s business—no matter how young, wild and hot they were. I was in this city to close deals and make money; that was it.
Just as I steeled myself for the unpleasant conversation ahead, my phone started ringing again. A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes as I shifted my gaze from her face to the nightstand holding my device.
“Since we’re no longer fucking, I guess you’ll have to answer that, right?” she asked with a sigh.
With an almost relieved smirk on my lips, I shrugged and reached for the device. As I brought the phone to my ear, my delightful bedmate started cleaning herself up, and I simply couldn’t look away. Her body was just that beautiful.
“Hello,” I said into the speaker without even looking who the caller was first.
“Mr. Benjamin Walker?” a woman asked on the other side of the line. After I had confirmed that it was me, she cleared her throat and then said, “Hello, sir. My name is Jennifer Lee, and I’m calling from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.” My brows pulled together at the introduction, and the grim tone of her voice as she continued made a shiver go down my spine. “I’m sad to inform that your father, Mr. Kevin Walker, suffered a massive heart attack this afternoon at his home and was rushed to our care. Despite our team’s best efforts, we were unable to save him. He passed away at two-twenty-eight.”
He passed away, I repeated in my head, completely stunned. Dad’s dead.
Tears pooled in my eyes for the first time since my mother died fifteen years ago and I instantly pulled my gaze away from the naked woman in my hotel bed and stood up, disgusted at myself that I was fucking while my father—the only family I had left—was dying. I grabbed my pants and put them on, no longer comfortable being naked in front of her. Then, I paced back and forth while I listened to Jennifer Lee explain to me that as Dad’s next of kin there were decisions I had to make.
Once we hung up the call, the girl I was once so excited about was hovering around me like a vulture. “I’m so sorry,” she said, having clearly heard some of my conversation.
For some reason, her sympathy angered me and turned me into something I strive hard not to be: a class A jerk.
With a set jaw and cold eyes, I turned to look at her and barked, “I don’t need your sympathy, I need you to disappear. You’ve done your part tonight, now go find another cock to fuck and leave me alone.”
Her eyes filled with tears and her lips started to tremble, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My dad was gone, and I was all out of cares to give.
Chapter 2 - Ben
I sat alone on my living room couch and sipped my third whiskey of the day. Feeling numb with grieve and alcohol, I looked at the group of people that came to my home hoping to pay their last respects to my dead father and felt the ghost of a smile curl on my lips.
The turnout was impres
sive. Everyone, from neighbors and friends to our office’s genitor and high-level executives of competing companies, had come to say goodbye and offer me their sympathies for the loss of such an extraordinary man. For a businessman of his stature that was nothing short of a miracle, but if there was one thing to be said about Kevin Walker was that despite his success in business and his fortune he was a kind man who truly cared about people. That made him not only the best father and friend a man could wish for but also well and widely loved by all.
And now he was gone, and I was alone.
With a weight pressing down on my chest, I closed my eyes, brought my tumbler to my lips and finished my drink in one gulp. In the darkness, I allowed the nothingness of the alcohol to replace the pain I felt and, for just a second, it was like everything was as it should be.
Then, just as I found the first sliver of peace since picking up that damned phone call two days ago, the couch cushions shifted underneath me, and I sighed with dread at another sympathetic soul wanting to comfort me. Considering how reserved and, according to dad, cold I was, I had reached my quota of hugs within the first five minutes of the memorial and every other that came after that was just an added torture to my already broken soul.
However, my mom had raised me right, and despite how much I wanted to just be left the hell alone, these people were my guests. I didn’t have in me to simply blow them off and be rude. For that reason, I opened my eyes and turned my face to look at the nuisance next to me. To my surprise, the person beside me wasn’t a nuisance at all.
“Hank, I was wondering where you were,” I greeted my father’s lawyer and best friend with a smile that was almost genuine.
The light coming in from the window made his dark skin glow and look much younger than his seventy-one years. It also made the red in his eyes that more visible.
He forced a smile and offered me a glass of bourbon. “Got you a refill, Benji.”
“Thanks,” I said, placing my empty tumbler at the side table and taking the glass he was offering me. “This is my fourth, by the way.”
Hank shrugged his shoulders. “If there’s one day that it’s okay to get wasted, it’s the day you bury your father. When my Pop died, your dad and I threw up for two days straight. That’s how much we drank.”
“Didn’t he die when you were fourteen or something?” I asked with a frown forming between my brows.
“Yeah, the day after my fourteenth birthday, to be exact,” he informed with a sideways smirk. “Probably why took Kevin and me only two and a half beers to get completely shitfaced, but I don’t remember a single thing about the funeral which has helped me a lot throughout the years. Putting your dad in the ground isn’t a fun memory to keep.”
A sarcastic chuckle bubbled up my chest, and I rose my glass to him. “I’ll drink to that. To not remembering.”
“And to that son a bitch and his weak ass heart,” Hank added with tears in his eyes as he raised his glass as well.
With a nod and a sigh, we clicked our glasses and sipped the warm, burning liquid. For the next few minutes, Hank and I sat on that couch and exchanged stories about my father. We shared tales of growing up with him—Hank as a kid and friend, and me as a son—and though our situations were quite different, dad was the same. From there, we moved on to the company and dad’s dreams for it.
It was comforting to talk about all those things with someone who missed my father as much as me, and it helped clear my head from the grief for long enough to worry about practical things. We were in middle of a merger that would make our company the biggest telecommunication conglomerate in the country and would give us the opportunity to expand to an international level. This was the biggest deal we had ever brokered and something we had dreamt about for years, which meant I couldn’t allow my feelings and the uncertainty brought by the CEO’s death to jeopardize it.
As the guests started to leave, I turned to Hank and said, “If you can stay a while longer, I’d like to talk to you about the company. I know you’re retired, but I still value your opinion, and with me ascending to CEO and consolidating dad’s shares to my name, I need to start thinking about who will take my seat as both CFO and board member.”
For some reason that I couldn’t quite comprehend, my words made Hank fidget. My brows pulled together in confusion, but before I was able to ask him what was wrong, he said, “C’mon, Ben. Today is about how big of a pain in the ass your dad was and how much we’ll miss him. Let’s not ruin it by talking shop.”
“Why would it ruin the day?” I asked in a matter of fact tone. “My dad built that company, it was his baby. I just want to make sure that the transition will go smoothly and his legacy will be protected.”
Hank shook his head and gave me a ghost of a smile. “You were your father’s baby. Even at forty and with gray hair on your head, you were his boy. The company was just a way to provide you with a good life.”
“And he has,” I assured Hank, hoping to dissipate some of the worry plastered on his face. “He gave me a great life and will spend the rest of it making sure that what he built for us lasts longer than me. That’s why I don’t want to waste time. I’m leaving for NYC to finish the merger in the morning, and I want to have a game plan for when I come back.”
Unfortunately, the worry in Hank’s face didn’t dissipate. If anything, it intensified to the point of looking pained. Puzzled by his reaction, I held his dark eyes and tried to figure out what was eating at him.
As if feeling my request for him to open up and level with me, Hank ran his hands through his jeans and sighed. “You don’t have to concern yourself with that, Ben. The board will make those decisions together at the next meeting.”
His words fell on my ears like gibberish, and though I tried, I couldn’t understand them. I was the CFO, my father’s right-hand man and the only member of the board who had devoted over twenty years of his life to building this company. Above all, I was my dad’s only son and heir. The company was mine and, therefore, the decision should have been mine as well.
Once more, the shock and confusion plastered on my face prompted Hank to speak, and he explained, “Your father wrote a will and left me in charge of it. It would be best for us to talk about it in my office, but knowing you as well as I do, I have no doubt you won’t allow me to leave this house without the proper explanation.” Even though it wasn’t a question, I nodded in agreement and Hank went on. “The will states that you may act as CEO and head of the board—if the board votes in your favor, of course—but his shares and titles are to remain his until your first wedding anniversary.”
“What the fuck?” I barked outraged. My father had always annoyed me about still living the bachelor life at forty, but I had always thought his nagging was just fatherly concern. The thought he would refuse my birthright because of it had never even crossed my mind. Apparently, I was wrong.
I shook my head in disbelief and received a sympathetic glance from Hank. Clearly, at a loss for words, he reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved an envelope which he handed to me. “Just for the record, I told him not to meddle in your personal life like that, but you know how he was—stubborn as a cow stuck in the mud. But don’t let your anger keep you from reading the letter. You dad loved you more than life itself, and these are the last words he has for you. You should know them.”
With that, Hank patted me on the shoulder and got up from the couch. He said a quick goodbye and walked away, herding the last remaining mourners out of my mansion. My eyes, however, paid no attention to his actions or to the people saying goodbye as they left. All of my focus was on the envelope in my hand and the last words I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Still, curious as to what explanation my father would give for his betrayal, I waited until I was alone in my home and opened the envelope. With a deep breath, I started reading.
My dearest Benji,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. Although I’m happy to finally be reunited with your
mom, I must admit I’m also sad because after learning about my will I won’t be your favorite person anymore—a pity since you’ll always be mine.
The fact that you are my number one is precisely why I included the marriage clause in my will. I’m proud to say that I’ve built many things in my life. I’ve built homes, careers, a very profitable business and a massive fortune, but the thing I’m proudest of is the life I made with your mother. Now, as I approach the end of my life, I see that our family and you, my beloved son, are my biggest accomplishments.
For the last fifty-five years, I’ve loved intensely. First your mother, the love of my life and soulmate whom I’ve missed for over a decade now, and then you, my buddy and best friend. It was that love that made me wake up in the morning and work my ass off all day. It was that love that guided me to create the empire we now own. And, contrary to what most people—you included—may think, it was that love that made me a billionaire.
I am a firm believer that the love our family shared was what made us wealthy and not the money we acquired. For that reason, although I’m very proud of how hard you work and all the amazing accomplishments you’ve amounted in your time working for our company, I must admit that it worries me that those will be the only accomplishments in your life. You deserve so much more than just work and money, son. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled in all aspects of your life, and that’s my final fatherly wish for you.
My wish is that you find a nice woman to love. Don’t settle for one of your brainless bedmates just to fulfill the clause in my will—Hank will see through that, and you know it. Instead, find someone who cares more about who you are than about how much money you’ve got, and enjoy being a whole person with her. Have kids and a home that isn’t tidy and perfect all the time. Get a dog and let it sleep in your bed. Go on vacations and turn your damn cell phone off every once in a while.