Chapter 1

Wyatt

“Ladies, how about we buy you a drink and you ravish us with your good looks,” Merrick said to a couple of executive types only a few moments after we had walked into Uber Elite.

“Sure,” the young blonde said as she looked up at Merrick adoringly.

Merrick had a way with the ladies. So did I, if I was being honest, but when the two of us were together, Merrick took the lead, and I played wingman. We were both very much alpha males, but together that just never worked, so one of us had to step back. Since he also happened to be my boss, I usually let him take the lead on our nights out.

Uber Elite was one of our favorite clubs, not just because it was filled with beautiful women, but because it was the high end version of a dance club. The crystal chandeliers draped over mahogany tables with luxuriously upholsters chairs were just the right pace for Merrick and I.

“What would you like darling?” I asked the young brunette as I moved next to the friend.

“Appletini,” she said with confidence.

I cringed. The Appletini was made famous by a television show, and there were so many women who thought they were being hip and cool because they ordered it. I wasn’t even sure they liked the damn drink, but inevitably I knew this girl wasn’t an independent woman if she was so easily swayed by the popular television show drink. I preferred my women to be more independent and less willing to just follow the flow.

It wasn’t as if following trends was a totally bad thing, but if a woman couldn’t even make up her own mind about a drink, I had no confidence in our ability to get along. Even though I’d likely only be with her a night, or possibly two, New York was filled with enough women that I could pick and choose who I wanted to bring home with me.

“Me too,” the blonde said to Merrick.

“Of course,” he said with a wide grin. “Two apple martinis,” Merrick ordered.

We stayed with the two young ladies for a torturous 30 minutes before I was able to finally break Merrick away from them. They were nice enough girls, but at some point, the torture of dealing with their personalities didn’t outweigh the pleasure of a night of sex.

Even though I was a firm believer in the one-night stand, I still had to hunt for my women. I secretly hoped that I would meet a woman that was so perfect that I would give up my ways and decide to keep her around. So in that hope, I was picky about the women I eventually chose for the night.

“Come on, Wyatt; those girls would have been easy lays!” He scoffed as we walked away.

“They are wannabe investors who just moved to New York and think they have the world figured out. The snotty attitude and lack of originality are so old. I’m picking the next targets. I would much rather spend my time with a halfway decent girl than utter vanilla boredom.”

“So let me get this straight. A highly educated woman, who works in investing, like you do, and happens to like a popular alcoholic drink, is vanilla and boring?”

I could tell he was trying to mock my standards, but I couldn’t help it. I worked in an office all day long with these same types of women. I had dated these same women for my entire adult life. It was old and boring, and I wanted someone different. There were more women in New York than men by thousands and thousands; I had the room to be picky and find what I wanted.

“Yes, exactly. How about that girl? She’s got to be here with someone. Go talk to her and see what’s up,” I said as I pointed to an eclectic looking redhead across the room.

“She looks like a handful in the bedroom; I’d love to give her a ride on my meat stick.”

I cringed as he made his way over to the woman. I could tell there was a blonde woman standing behind her, but, she was turned around talking to another man. The redhead seemed flattered when Merrick came to talk to her, at least for a few seconds. But then his blaringly obvious personality struck her, and I couldn’t help laughing as I watched the girl and her facial expressions while trying to get rid of Merrick.

It wasn’t very often that a woman said no to his charm and attitude, though. Women in New York were starving for polite guys and often caved to any decent guy that managed a few minutes of conversation with them. Merrick was good; his confidence and wealth sealed the deal in most situations. But on this night, the girl was obviously not amused, and I ended up laughing out loud as I watched her start yelling at him. The redhead’s friend turned around briefly, and I quickly turned around to so I wasn’t seen laughing and watching the whole scene.

When Merrick returned to me, I was doubled over in tears of laughter from the whole thing. It wasn’t often that Merrick Stanley couldn’t close the deal with a hot woman. And I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had straight out yelled at him like that.

“Shut it; you couldn’t have landed her either. She was crazy,” Merrick defended himself. “I’m looking for a girl with substance that also likes to play all night long in the bedroom. I’ve got high standards.”

We continued to socialize with ladies for an hour or so, but nothing seemed to stick. It was all my pickiness that held us back, and I knew it. Merrick would have slept with any one of the women we had encountered up to that point.

“We should have stuck with the first group of women,” Merrick said like a child who hadn’t gotten his way.”

“Or you could have been nicer to the redhead. She was hot as hell,” I added.

“Seriously, she was way too much to handle. If her friend had been anything like her, you wouldn’t have been able to handle her either. And you definitely couldn’t have handled the redhead.”

“Oh, please. Even the powerful Merrick loses sometimes; I could have handled her,” I joked. “How about those two?” I asked as I saw another set of young investment professionals.

Even though they weren’t an ideal match, I needed a warm body in my bed that night, and the two women down the bar from us were very pretty. My job was stressful; I had to have an outlet, and beautiful women happened to be my thing. I wasn’t a player who lied and told the women I wanted relationships or anything like that. Honesty, and my green eyes happened to get me what I wanted most of the time.

“I thought you were tired of the uptight investment girls?”

“I’ve spent four nights alone this week. I’ll have to take one for the team tonight.” I laughed. “But I’ll close the deal. You’re not as good at it as you used to be.”

As we made our way the twenty feet or so over to the girls, I watched them to decide which one I wanted to go after. I had a weak spot for the blondes and had even landed myself in a couple of short-term relationships through the years because of my attraction to a beautiful blonde. So I decided the brunette would be best that evening, less likely that I’d get sucked in any sort of actual feelings.

The thing about investment girls was that they were really smart. I liked that. There were also a lot of beautiful women in the investment world too. My problem was that they all wanted me to help them get a job at my firm as soon as they realized I was a senior broker at Stanley and Associates. It never failed, as much as I tried to avoid talking about my position, my investments, and my money, inevitably a woman who was in the investment industry would try to use me as a stepping stone for her career. Not that I blamed them, but it just wasn’t sexy to talk to a woman about 401k benefits and vacation days at my firm.

To be clear, it wasn’t my firm; I had just worked there for the last fifteen years and happened to be best friends with Merrick Stanley, the second generation owner of the firm. To a woman in the investment world, he was much more useful, but I was a close second place.

“Hello ladies,” I said as we walked up to them.

I saw the instant look of attraction in the brunette’s eyes. She even seemed a little surprised that I was talking to her instead of the hot blonde friend with huge tits that was next to her. But I knew better. Not only would I get less attached to the brunette, but I also had a feeling she was the bedroom freak out of the two. Just a hunch I had honed over the last several years as a single man in New York City.

“Hi, I’m Stephanie, and this is my friend, Bambi,” she extended her hand as I took a quick peek at her friend.

Bambi was a smoking hot blonde bombshell, and Merrick better pay me back for giving him that hot piece of ass. She was wearing a black skin tight mini dress but had on a cute pair of glasses. The dress was so short that it clearly would have exposed her ass if she ever had to bend over and grab something.

“Now don’t you look like the woman of my dreams,” Merrick added as he moved in on her.

It was true; Bambi was the woman of his dreams. He liked girls that dressed in tiny dresses and could barely hold a conversation. And I totally judged this girl based on what she was wearing and her name. She could have been a very smart girl, but my first impression was what I went with, and that was just another reason why I picked the brunette. The brunette had a smile that instantly drew me in and made me comfortable to be around her. No matter what else was going on with a woman, a smile was one trait I was always drawn to.

“Do you often dream about tax accountants?” She laughed.

“No way, are you really a tax accountant?” Merrick asked and took the words right out of my mouth.

Never had I seen an accountant of any kind that was as smoldering hot as this woman. Or one named Bambi for that matter. I felt bad for my initial judgment of her, but luckily no one else knew the inner workings of my brain and how I had totally misjudged her based on her looks and name.

“I know I don’t look the part. But that’s why I became an accountant. My parents tortured me with good looks and a stripper name; I had to do something that would prevent me from ending up on a pole,” she said with a laugh.

“Well, I think I just fell in love with my first accountant. Come dance with me,” Merrick said as he pulled the girl out to the dance floor with him.

“Is she really an accountant?” I asked jokingly.

“Yeah, she works at my firm. Really sweet girl,” Stephanie said as she leaned in close to me. “Do you plan on taking me out on the dance floor, or should we go back to my place?”

Shit!

Did she just ask what I thought she asked? Now this was my kind of girl! She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail and leaned her neck into me. As she tilted her head to the side, I could tell she was egging me on to kiss her neck or bite it or something. This girl was turning out to be just the kind of fun I needed for the night. I loved it when I found a woman who was confident enough to just go for a one-night stand. It was the twentieth century; there really was no reason women shouldn’t be enjoying whatever they wanted sexually.

“Check please,” I jokingly said as I held up one finger and leaned in to nibble on her neck. “Is your place close? Mine is just four blocks away.”

“Mine is across the street,” she said softly.

Stephanie pulled away but kept her eyes locked onto mine as her hand slid down the front of my pants and grabbed hold of me. This girl was aggressive as hell, and I was totally game to play. She definitely wasn’t what I was looking for in a long-term thing, but for the night, Stephanie was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

“Then your place it is.”

“Good to know you have something to work with down here. How are you with that tongue of yours? I’ve had a really stressful week and could use a good hard licking.”

“I’ve got a stress releasing warranty. Guaranteed to rid you of all your stress or your second round is free,” I joked.

“I don’t have time for a second round, so let’s just make this first one last all night long.”

Fuck this girl was the perfect thing I needed. She just wanted a one-night thing. She was obviously a little bit of a sexual freak. And she didn’t need me to schmooze her with pretend flirting all night long. Talk about having a good night. This was exactly why I waited and didn’t settle for a girl at the beginning of the night who didn’t match what I wanted; there was always another one that I could go after.

“Let me just go remind my friend of something then we can take off,” I said as I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed it gently.

Suddenly I felt more chivalrous than I had been even a few minutes before. When the woman no longer required my chivalry in order to get her into bed, it seemed much more fun to throw those things out there. It wasn’t my best quality, I knew it, but in New York City there wasn’t always time to show your best side if you wanted to get your way.

“Hey, we are going to take off,” I said as I grabbed Merrick by the shoulder and hollered into his ear.

“No way? Already?” he said as he fist bumped me with pride.

“Yeah, and don’t forget to be there tomorrow. You promised the guys, and you’ve missed the last three meetings.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Triple T investing meeting is tomorrow. Come on; you promised to go over the top picks for the quarter. These guys look up to you. Don’t flake on them again.”

“Dude, it’s your club. They look up to you. I’m sure your picks are better than mine. I just run the firm; I don’t do nearly as much research as you do.”

“Be there. No excuses or you’ll look like the rich asshole that you really are, and you know you don’t like it when people see the real you.”

“You’re rich?” Bambi said as she cozied up closer to Merrick.

Merrick shot me a glance of disdain as he held onto the hot blonde. He hated when women knew how much he was worth. Sometimes he even pretended to be a new investment broker who was just starting out, just for the fun of it. But eventually the women were going to go home with him, and they would see just how much money he had when they arrived at his penthouse suite.

But the truth was he had billions, and there wasn’t much he could do to hide it. As soon as women got a guy’s name, they were always Googling them to see who they were and what they did. There wasn’t a way to hide his identity for long with Manhattan women; he was a bit of a legend.

Me, I was doing just fine; I certainly wasn’t hurting for money. Not quite a billionaire, but I was working on it. I had my own penthouse apartment in the financial district and my seven figure earnings each year. Life was good. And up until recently, I had been perfectly content being single, but I wasn’t getting any younger, and the urge to have a good woman had started pushing its way into my life.

There was no talking necessary as I grabbed Stephanie by the hand and we walked out of the club. It was my lucky night and hers too. We were just a couple of overworked New Yorkers looking to release some stress for the evening.

Stephanie took control the second we left our side of the street and made it to her apartment building. At first, I was totally turned on by her open desire to screw me. The idea of turning away never crossed my mind. If she wanted to take control, then I was happy to play her little games if it ended with me getting laid.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” I said as I pressed against her in the elevator.

The desire that filled her eyes had my whole body throbbing as we rode the elevator the twenty-two floors up. This had been the quickest I had ever picked up a girl before, and I couldn’t help being a little proud of my skills. Stephanie was a beautiful woman with long brown hair and a slim figure. She wasn’t dressed as provocatively as her friend Bambi, but I could still see she had a fit, tight body under her blouse and pencil skirt.

“Stop talking,” she demanded as she pulled me out of the elevator toward her apartment.

I did as I was told. The last thing I wanted to do was piss this girl off. I laughed a little at how she tried to boss me around, though. I managed over a hundred employees at my job, and if Stephanie knew where I worked or the position I held, I doubted she would have tried to be so rough with me. It was all in fun, though. A little role play was always a fun way to spend a Saturday night.

“Get naked,” she demanded playfully as she slammed the apartment door behind us.

Her apartment wasn’t big, but it was sophisticated and well decorated. The art deco walls and modern furniture gave the whole place an institutional feel, though and certainly wasn’t my taste. But I wasn’t there to talk about interior decorating. I was there to screw the hell out of this woman and leave her satisfied and breathing heavy.

Slowly, I removed my button up shirt, and then the white undershirt I had on. My eyes danced between hers and her fingers as they started to unbutton her own blouse. I would have been more than happy to help her slip out of those clothes, but I suspected I wasn’t going to be the one in charge that night.

My hands hesitated as I reached for my belt and she pulled her silk blouse off at the same time. It was impossible to keep my hands moving on my own clothes as I fought the urge to cup her perfectly round breasts in my hand. Stephanie had a totally sheer bra on, and my eyes narrowed in on her hard nipples as they pressed up against the white mesh fabric.

“Now that bra seems sort of useless,” I teased.

“No talking,” she reminded me as she got tired of waiting and started to unbuckle my pants for me.

I was happy to have her close to me and leaned in to kiss her. To my surprise, she pulled away. I grabbed her waist gently and pulled her toward me again. This time, I leaned down to kiss her neck, though, and I was allowed the pleasure of tasting her skin under my lips.

Stephanie moved quickly to unbuckle me and had my throbbing body in her hand before I had realized what was going on. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. That was sometimes a trait I didn’t like all that much in the dating scene, but at that moment, it suited me just fine. I was more than happy to let her play with me, and I intended to play with her until she begged me to let her release an orgasm.

As my hands slipped her skirt to the ground, I let my fingers slide inside her white mesh panties and play with her. The whole idea of wearing totally see through panties and a bra seemed ridiculous to me, yet I wasn’t going to argue they didn’t have some sort of merit; her lingerie was hot as hell, and I couldn’t wait to take it off of her.

“Come with me my little play toy,” she whispered teasingly.

I played along and followed her into her bedroom. Little did she know I had no plans to let her be in charge all night long. It was fun for a little bit, but eventually my masculine side would have to rear its head, and I would claim my dominance again.

We stood together at the foot of her bed as I reached around and unhooked her ridiculously see-thru bra. I tried to press her back onto the bed but felt her resistance, so I stopped. I tried to lean in and kiss her, but again she turned away to avoid it.

“Get on the bed,” she demanded of me.

Again, with these demands. I was losing my patience with her little role play games. I knew she wanted to be in charge and all, but did I really seem the kind of guy who liked to be dominated? At 6’5” tall and 200 pounds, I was a muscular guy and not some wimpy nerd who liked to have women boss them around. It was all fun and games, though, and I tried to push my reservation down as I climbed onto the bed.

It always surprised me how willing I was to do things I normally wouldn’t do if the end result was going to be sex. Okay, well it didn’t actually surprise me at all. Any hot blooded guy would have done the same. Women were just too damn hard to resist.

I crawled up onto the bed and flipped over just as Stephanie pounced onto my chest. She quickly grabbed a restraint and tied my right hand up and then my left. This was getting a little out of control now, and I wasn’t interested in letting it go much farther.

“Oh, no, no, I’m not all that into this kind of thing,” I protested as she finished tying my left hand.

Stephanie stood up, with her body over mine, and she slid her sheer panties down and threw them to the other side of the room. My eyes couldn’t look away as I took in her delicate center and my body throbbed in anticipation of feeling her sliding on top of me.

“Would you like to leave?” she asked playfully as she slid down and hovered over the top of my rock hard member.

“No,” I said without a thought.

I was moments away from feeling her sweet wetness around me. If she wanted my hands tied up while she rocked my world, more power to her, I figured. It certainly wasn’t the night I had planned, but I’d deal with that. I was too close to turn back now.

“Good, because I’ve fantasized about having you all tied up in my bed for months.”

What? Shit. What was going on here? Did I know this girl? Had I been with her before and forgot about it?

“Months?” I asked jokingly. “Do we know each other?”

I had spent a lot of nights with women over the years, but I certainly would have remembered if I had slept with this woman before. I searched my mind in an effort to figure out who she was and how she knew who I was.

She laughed.

I felt myself getting nervous at the sound of her voice. The way she laughed had me nervous, not to mention that my hands were tied up and my body naked and exposed to her. I didn’t like feeling out of control.

Stephanie grabbed a condom out of the drawer and slid it over my body. If I could have controlled my desire for her, I would have, but my body still saw a naked woman and didn’t seem to care that she might be a deranged stalker.

Slowly, she slid down over me, and I closed my eyes with utter enjoyment. Her tight body squeezed around me, and I felt my hips thrusting up to go deeper and deeper inside of her. However she knew me, she still wanted to screw me, so I must not have done something too horrible to her.

Her body moved firmly as her hips thrust forward and backward. Her perky tits bounced up and down, and her hands pressed into my chest as I watched the pleasure her body was going through. Harder and faster she thrust her hips until I felt my body getting close to exploding.

Then, without warning, Stephanie slid her body off of mine and stood up. She crawled off of the bed and went to the kitchen, only to return a few moments later with a glass of water in her hand.

“Thirsty?” I joked.

“Stop talking,” she said, looking annoyed at me.

“Okay, well are we going to finish this or what exactly is going on here?”

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she sipped her water and then climbed back on top of me as if nothing had just happened. Again, she thrust her hips hard against me. I pushed all the weirdness out of my mind and concentrated on the pleasure my body was feeling. Thrusting harder into her, I felt my body nearing explosion but just then …

“Come on,” I yelled out as she climbed off of me again.

“I’m just playing a little game with you. Don’t you like games?” she asked.

“Sure I like games. But I also like to come.”

“Shhh, no more talking.”

I watched as she drank her water for a good sixty seconds before climbing back onto me. This time, she reached into her side drawer and pulled out a tiny vibrator that she placed against her clit as she thrust on top of me.

Her body arched back as she forced herself to come over and over again. This was it; I was finally going to get my release. I thrust into her tight body as she came and just as I was getting ready to join her in pleasure, she slid off of me again and fell to the bed beside me. Instead, of finishing her orgasm on top of me, she lay next to me and let her little gadget bring her to the ultimate climax.

What the hell had just happened?

“That’s for all the girls whose hearts you’ve broken,” Stephanie said as she untied my hands and went to her bathroom.

“What are you talking about?” I hollered after her.

“My friend Tiffany was in love with you. You pretended to care about her for four months and then broke up with her while you were screwing some random girl. She could hear you on the phone.”

“What?” I asked in total disbelief.

Stephanie flung her bathroom door open and stood there totally naked. If she hadn’t turned into a total crazy woman, I would have been turned on by the view I had.

“You are an asshole. You can leave now,” she yelled.

Then she slammed her door shut again. I stood there for a moment in disbelief over what had just gone down, but then got dressed and had to get out of that place.

Sure, I remembered Tiffany. She was a sweet girl, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was new to New York, and I liked her. Well, I liked her enough to keep her around for a few months. It was fun to have a regular girl on the weekends, and we had a great time together. But it had been time to move on, and I broke it off. I may have called her while I was screwing another girl, but that was out of pure respect because I didn’t want to cheat on her.

“This kind of crap is exactly why there are so many single women in New York,” I yelled as I walked to the door.

“No, it’s guys like you that don’t know a good woman when they have them. That’s why there are so many single women,” she yelled back and then threw a very large Buddha statue toward me as I barely escaped out the door.