Billionaire Daredevil In Love

CLAYTON.

I walked back to my room, livid. I could not believe what had just happened. I had thought it would be easy, that I could play on her desperation and get her to bend to my will, but the bitch was being adamant. I stamped to my room and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. It was late already – almost 10pm I was so pissed. I placed a call across to Trent. Perhaps, he could do something to assuage my temper.

“Hey, man,” he said cheerily. “How are you doing?”

“Ugh, not so good,” I told him.

“Ohh, what happened?” He asked with concern.

“Ahh, just a long day at work,” I told him.

“How about I send over a hot chick to help you shed the stress,” he said, mischief in his voice.

I thought about it for a while. Perhaps it was best if I had sex that night. But Trent was quite far from me and arranging for someone could be stressful and time exhausting.

“Isn’t it too late for that?” I asked.

“It’s never too late for anything, especially not for your personal enjoyment,” he said. “All I have to do is make a few calls.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Alright, then,” I said. “Do what you can.”

He hung up, and I just lay on the bed, my mind blank. I stood up, and called the butler for some wine. In a few minutes, I got a call from Trent.

“I got her,” he said. “She’s coming over. She should be at your mansion in about fifteen minutes?”

“Fifteen minutes?” I said with surprise. “Damn. That fast?”

“Come on, man, you know me,” he said. “I’m a pro at these things.”

I gave a small laugh and hung up. Fifteen minutes had not elapsed when the butler came in and said I had a guest. I told him to send her to my room. In a moment, a curvy brunette with a heavily made up face walked in. She gave off so much sex appeal, but I was not exactly in the mood. Nadine had soured my mood.

“Hi, big boy,” she said and strode over, straddling me while I sat on the bed. “My name is Lisa.”

“Lisa, I’m Clayton,” I said gently to her.

She started to kiss me, and I could detect the faint taste of alcohol in her breath. She had been drinking. She pushed me and I fell flat on the bed.

“Wait-” I said. I had another plan. “Let’s leave this place.”

“Oooh,” she said coyly, “and go where, daddy?”

“Somewhere even better,” I said with a wink.

I got up and led her by the hand to the basement.

NADINE.

It had been a long day. I would have loved to talk with Naomi or Anna and find out how things were going, but it did not seem like the butler was coming. So I started to doze off. Just then, I heard a sound at the door.

“Oh, thank God!” I said to myself, thinking that the butler had arrived. If he had, I could talk to Anna. But who sauntered in made me gasp.

“Clayton?” I said as he walked in. He held a lady by his side and I tried to make out her features to see if I could recognize her. It was not Nadine; I had never met her before. I knew he was going to act on another of his sick thoughts.

“Hi, Nadine,” he said.

“Who is this?” The lady beside him said. “Erm, I don’t do threesomes, and if that must happen, it isn’t with a female.”

“Come on, Lisa, don’t worry,” he said, nudging her. “She isn’t going to partake in anything. She’ll just be here.”

“Better,” she said. I couldn’t believe Clayton was doing this again.

They started to kiss in the middle of the room to my endless eye rolls. They devoured each other’s bodies, tearing off their clothes in so ferocious a manner. When they started to move towards the bed, I had to get up. It was frustrating. I was drowsy and needed to sleep. But here was Clayton being a pain in the ass. As he pumped into her, he spoke aloud to me.

“You like this, hunh, Nadine?” He said.

“Ohh, please,” I said to myself.

“You like the way I’m fucking her?” He said.

The lady moaned loud, like she was possessed by a strange spirit; it spooked me. They went on like this for a while, and even I had to admit to Clayton’s sexual prowess. He collapsed beside her when he was done.

“That was so good, daddy,” she said. But Clayton, without uttering a word, stood up and left the room. She propped herself on her elbows and watched in disbelief.

“Fucking leaving me here, ain’t you?” She said, but Clayton was already out. I assumed that he did not like her much, or probably did not even know her. Such an arrogant bastard!

She lay on the bed for a while and I began to wonder when she was going to leave. She just lay there, her hand stretched by her side so that she looked like Jesus on the cross. After a while, she took a deep breath and stood up; she dressed quietly and left me alone in the room. After she left, I wondered how she was going to find her way around the mansion. But I had better things to think about, so I hopped on the bed and slept off.

CLAYTON.

Having sex did little to tamp down the tension that I was feeling. I felt like I had a tight knot in my chest. When I got to my room, I lay down to sleep, but I couldn’t. Lisa walked in after about an hour. I imagined she had been traipsing around the house trying to find her way around, opening the wrong door. I chuckled at the thought.

“You just left me there, and you thought that was cool?” She said,

“Shut the fuck up or leave!” I barked.