Chapter 1
Corey
I need to fuck someone...Tonight...
I take a long swig of my beer and survey the party again.
It’s one of those art deco events that bring out the city’s elite. Everyone here is either rich, filthy rich, or a gold-digger looking to land another victim.
I’ve slept with more than half of the women here and none of them were memorable. Still, it’s been a week since I’ve had sex and that’s the longest I’ve been abstinent in the past six years.
Out the corner of my eye I see an unfamiliar woman—a woman dressed in a skintight purple dress with her hair in a high blond bun. I’m not sure if we’ve met, but before I can make my way over and see if I have a chance for tonight she slowly turns around.
Hayley?
It is Hayley. As in my best friend’s little sister Hayley.
I shake my head as I look her over again and again, because it’s been years since I’ve seen her. She’s always been beautiful, but tonight she’s a fucking vision.
Her bright blue eyes are sparkling against the night, her deep red lips are full and plump, and the way that long sleeved dress clings to her body is lethal.
I watch as she charms the circle of people around her, as the men eye her up and down and slip their business cards into her hand.
“Hey, Corey.” She walks over to me and smiles.
“Hello, Hayley.”
She doesn’t say anything back. Instead, she stands a little too close to me and starts to rub my shoulder in a non-friend way—unless I’ve had one too many beers and am just imagining this.
“What are you doing here?” I clear my throat. “Where’s Jonathan?”
“He decided to take Claire to the Virgin Islands for the weekend, so I’m here to put in bids for him...I don’t know why he even bothers bidding. They always let him see the work days before and let him buy whatever he wants.”
“Very true.” I laugh. “Where are your girlfriends?”
She gives me a faint smile. “You and I both know I don’t have any of those...”
I do know that and I feel like shit for even asking her. I stick to the safe questions—asking her about her Scrabble tournaments, her new position at Statham Industries, and fail to mention the fact that she’s still rubbing my shoulder in a very inappropriate way.
“How have you been?” She slides her hand around my neck and I picture her doing that as I wrap her legs around my waist, as I make her scream my name.
Shit...
“Fine.” I move her hand away. “I’ve been doing fine. I’ll um—it was nice seeing you again, Hayley.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I need to get—” The hell away from you... “I need to get back home.”
“Oh.” She looks disappointed, but she forces a smile. “Well, I’ll see you around? Maybe in your office? Tomorrow?”
Okay, I’ve got to be tipsy...There’s no way she’s flirting with me right now...
“Sure.” I slowly walk away and decide that I need to find a way to fuck her out of my mind. Forever.
I walk around the pool and charm up a few of the women I’ve had before, feeding them the same bullshit that’s worked in the past. Low key billionaire. Minimalist. Biker.
That’s it.
That’s all it takes.
I slip my business card into a few of their purses and tell them to call me whenever they’re ready to leave. I’ll open my bed up to whoever calls me first. No preference.
Before I leave, I pull out my tablet and hack into the auctioneer’s database. The picture I meant to bid on has already been sold, but I re-route that money back to bidder and place my name into the slot instead.
I’ll send him my regards...
An hour later, I crash into my bed and hear my phone buzzing. A text. “Hey Corey. Hannah. I’m downtown right now. Be there in thirty.”
Ugh...
I don’t want Hannah to come, but I can’t say no because she’s the first one to hit me up.
I turn my phone off to ignore any other texts that may come later, and go into the kitchen to uncork her favorite wine—Moscato.
I always keep my cellar stuffed with all my regulars’ favorites. They think it’s because I care—because I “remember”, but it’s really because I don’t want to have to leave to go get it. The quicker we can get to the sex, the better.
Thirty minutes pass by and she still hasn’t arrived—her normal M.O. She always takes two hours, no matter how close she claims to be.
I re-program my surveillance system to keep an eye out for her arrival, letting it know that it can unlock the gate for the next car and say “The door is unlocked” once she pulls into the carport.
Frustrated, I fall back onto my mattress and shut my eyes—waiting for the much needed release. I grab my remote and hit the lights, knowing that she’ll wake me up with a mean blow job the second she gets here.
Hurry up...
I shut my eyes and sigh.
I’m slowly drifting into sleep when I feel her finally crawling on top of me.
“Did you get lost?” I feel her kissing my lips.
“Not at all.”
“Do you know what thirty minutes means?”
She laughs and straddles me. “Is that all you have left in you tonight?”
“Funny.” I run my fingers through her hair. “Do you want the lights on?”
“I’m fine.”
I slip my hands down to the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. Before she can lean down and kiss me, I unsnap her bra and palm her breasts in my hands.
“Did you get a boob job?” I ask.
“Seriously? Is this your idea of sex talk?”
“You had C-cups last month...These are clearly Ds...”
She gasps as I take one of her nipples into my mouth and softly bite it. She isn’t normally so responsive to my touch, so I figure she’s drunk.
I guess I need to take this slow...
I pull her head down to mine and press my lips against hers, raising my eyebrow when she seems hesitant, when she barely opens her mouth to let me kiss her.
Maybe we should sleep first...Ugh...
“Do you want to finish this in the morning?” I caress her breasts again. “I think you’re a little too drunk...”
“I’m not drunk.” She leans back, unzips my pants, and pulls out my hardened cock.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I pull her back towards me, trying to kiss her again.
Once again, she’s hesitant—nervous, so I run my hands against her arms to reassure her—stopping once I feel the abrasive lines.
Hannah doesn’t have any cuts and she damn sure didn’t have any scars when I saw her a few hours ago.
The woman on top of me stiffens and I push her off of me and jump out of the bed. Stumbling, I hit the lights to find out who the fuck this woman is.
“Hayley?!” My jaw drops. “What the hell are you doing? And how did you—Why would you....Why the hell are you here?”
She looks stunned. Hurt. “I...”
“Yes?”
“I wanted my first time to be with someone I actually knew.”
“Your first time?”
She nods and covers her breasts with her hands.
Holy shit... “Okay, babe. This is what’s going to happen: You’re going to put your fucking clothes back on, I’m going to drive you home, and the two of us are going to act like this shit never happened. Got it?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Got it?”
“Don’t bother. I can drive myself home.”
“Nice try, but I would never let you drive home alone this late at night. Put your goddamn clothes on. Now.”
She looks away from me and pulls her dress over her head.
I sigh and soften my tone. “You know I would never sleep with you, Hayley...”
“Because of Jonathan?”
“Because of a lot of things.”
She blinks and veers her eyes towards my pants. “You were clearly aroused...”
“I was aroused because I thought you were a slut who wanted to get fucked, but I—I don’t have to explain myself to you. Let’s go.”
**End of excerpt**