I’m not one to brag but...

Ah, fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I fucking live to gloat, you should know that by now.

Molly is sleeping naked, beside me.

That’s right, I’m a winner. I have a gorgeous, blonde beautiful babe sleeping silently and peacefully on my bed.

This is not the first time, and certainly won’t be the fucking last time, I score a hot chick in my bedroom.

Girls always flock to me one way or another. I like to count my charismatic charm as one of the main reasons I can sleep with hot women.

I also have a huge cock and rock-hard abs, which does me tons of favors, too. My dark hair and dark eyes give me that brooding, mysterious look that girls hunt for.

I’m the total fucking package, with a huge package between my legs always ready to go. My libido never ceases, and I’m on fire, having one of the luckiest sexual streaks in the history of Owen fucking Wolfe.

I trace Molly’s sexy yet slender curves with my eyes, even though she’s sound asleep and out cold to the world. That makes her appear even more fragile and gorgeous, and the soft glow the moonlight casts on her skin makes her appear like an angel. We fucked all fucking evening.

If you think I’m falling into the trap of love-struck giddiness, then fuck you. I’m just enjoying a hot girl sleeping in my bed beside me. Don’t get any funny ideas that the tough guy’s going soft because it’s not going to happen…trust me.

A few seconds later, I hear the doorbell ring. It’s finally the room service I ordered like a fucking hour ago. What the fuck are they doing down there? Clearly, it’s moving at a snail pace.

“Good evening, sir,” the bellhop greets me with the tray beside him. He’s wearing the standard traditional red suit with white gloves and a gold-rimmed hat.

“Thanks,” I grumble and give him a tip as he pushes the cart inside the apartment.

The bellhop thanks me for the tip and turns to leave, going back down the same hallway he came from.

I close the door behind me and bring the tray to the bedroom, gently placing it down on the bed beside the still sleeping Molly.

I’m surprised that the doorbell didn’t wake her up; she must be a heavy sleeper.

At any rate, I’m getting fucking bored as shit having to sit here by myself, and I’d rather enjoy the meal with her than without her, so I decide to kiss her to wake her from her dreamy slumber.

“Hey,” I whisper and gently rub the small of her back, right above her juicy ass cheeks. “Wake up, sleepy head.”

Molly stirs and sighs, but she doesn’t come out of her dozing state. I kiss her cheek, then her neck and feel her reaction by chill bumps raising on her skin.

Molly opens her eyes and blinks while she adjusts to the light in the room. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I have dinner here for us.”

I point to the tray of delicacies from the five-star kitchen of The Avalon, which has also been featured in tons of swanky magazines for its top rated, world-renowned chefs.

“Um…” Molly chuckles and eyes the food.

“My offer to you was and still is to buy you dinner,” I explain. “I never ever break any of the promises I make.” I eye her with a cocky grin.

“I suppose you don’t,” she laughs, and shakes her head. “You’re proving your point well, sir,” she says with a smile.

“Thank you,” I say as I open the lids to the plates. “Shall we dig in?”

“Where did you get this food?” Molly scratches her head and yawns. I fucking love how comfortable she already is around me. Most girls I sleep with want to fuck and leave, not even getting to know me.

I know what you’re thinking, that I’m a punk who needs constant attention. Well, you’re only partially right on that front. I don’t know why it is, but…after sex, I feel the need for companionship, however fleeting that moment turns out to be. And it is always fleeting.

“I ordered it from downstairs,” I say.

“Downstairs?” Molly repeats in apprehensive question.

“Room service.” I take the lids off the trays.

“Wow,” Molly says. “That’s quite impressive. The only thing my apartment building has is a laundry room,” she chuckles.

“I have to pay extra for this feature,” I admit. “It’s worth it, though. I spare no expense for convenience and luxury.”

“I can see that.” Molly nods in agreement, a slight smile on her lips.

She wraps a blanket from the bed around her body and sits on the seat I graciously pull out for her. See? I can be a gentleman if I really put my mind to it.

I hand her a plate of filet mignon with a side of cranberry salad and white truffle cakes for dessert. “What if I can’t finish all this food?” Molly’s eyes grow wide.

“Just eat what you want,” I say and take a bite of my own steak.

“Thanks for ordering this stuff,” Molly digs right in.

“I admire a woman who’s not afraid to eat,” I admit.

Molly grins. “Then you’re about to see something really special,” she jokes and starts practically fucking inhaling the food on her plate.

I laugh. It is kind of refreshing to see her give no fucks attitude about eating in front of me. The typical models and actresses and strippers I date let all the good meals I buy them go totally fucking to waste.

I decide to take the conversation in a different direction. “So, what suddenly changed your mind?”

I examine her as I sip my glass of pinot noir.

Molly swallows her bite of cranberry cocktail. “Change my mind about what?”

“You know, what was the selling point that incited you to call me after all and take me up on my offer?”

“You want to know why I’m interested in you?” Molly laughs.

“Now I feel like you’re trying to avoid answering the question,” I tease and raise an eyebrow at her.

“No, it’s not like that at all.” Molly shakes her head in denial, then shrugs. “I wanted to take a risk.”

I smile. “I guess you’re telling me that I’m that risk?’

“Right.” Molly winks at me and sips her wine. “This food is fucking delicious, by the way,” she admits. “Sorry, I know I’m being rude by talking with my mouth full.”

She covers her lips with her hand.

“It’s fine,” I say and stare at her.

“What?” She asks and gives me a self-conscious look.

“Nothing,” I say. “It’s just…well, you’re ridiculously beautiful. Like how is it even fair to the other women out there?”

Molly rolls her eyes. “What a line!”

“It’s not!” I say defensively. “You are gorgeous, and you need to be told often.”

“Okay,” she grins. “I don’t mind a compliment.”

“So, I’m going to ask the million-dollar question,” I begin.

“What?”

Molly places her fork gently on her plate and wraps the blankets tighter around her waist. I know she’s about to let herself be vulnerable.

“Why the fuck are you still single?”

Molly doesn’t answer right away. She looks up at the ceiling, then back at me.

“I ask myself the very same question all the time,” she chuckles. “Not all men can handle me. I guess that’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean?” I shake my head.

“You know…because of the fact that I’m a business-oriented woman and all…” She trails off and cuts into her steak again.

“You’re all business in the bed, that’s for sure.” I wink at her.

“Is everything all sex all the time with you?” She teases with a grin on her face.

“Yeah, pretty much.” I opt for honesty here.

“It was pretty great,” she says and gazes dreamily into space as if she’s recounting it in her head.

“So, am I worth the risk?” I toss her a playful yet mischievous smile.

“So far, so good,” she responds and bites her bottom lip.

We lock eyes, and my heart flips. Fuck, she’s a show stopper for sure.