Chapter 6
Peter
The very next morning, I called my lawyer, Marty Kostas. Marty was a family friend – he and my father had grown up together, attended college together, even worked together before my father founded Spyros Magnate.
Marty told me to drop by his office over my lunch break, so I picked up a bottle of expensive Scotch and had my driver take me by his building. Marty’s secretary smiled at me and told me to go right in.
“Peter, you’re looking so well,” she said. “Marty and I haven’t seen you in a long time!”
I forced a smile. “I know,” I said.
“Your father tells us you’ll be getting engaged soon,” she continued. “That’s so wonderful!”
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “Yeah,” I said. “Um, thanks. Is Marty free?”
The secretary blushed. “Of course,” she said. “Forgive me, I just miss seeing you around!”
I walked into Marty’s office and shut the door behind me. “Whatever I tell you have to stay completely between us,” I said, holding a hand in the air. “You got that?”
Marty nodded. He frowned. “Peter, what’s the matter?”
I sighed and flopped down in his chair. “When I tell you, you have to promise to keep this from my father.”
Marty nodded. “Of course,” he said. “What’s the trouble?”
I launched into an explanation of everything – from finding Pamela in bed to learning that my father was serious about revoking the company from my control. When I was done talking, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
“Wow, Peter,” Marty said. He leaned back in his chair and whistled. “You weren’t kidding.”
“No,” I said sourly. “And now I need to find someone else, before the deadline.”
Marty nodded. “Okay,” he said. “If you’re serious about this, I can help you with the contract. But I have to warn you, sometimes even the most ironclad of pre-nuptial agreements can be overturned with the right judge.”
I sighed. “What does that mean?”
Marty frowned. “It means you’ll have to be very discerning,” he said. “And make sure you choose a woman who’s right for you.”
“You mean, stay away from the crazy bitches,” I said, blowing out a stream of air.
Marty nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Perhaps you could suggest a mental health consultation as well as proof of fertility,” he said. “And you’ll want to get everything out of the way up front. Custody laws are very tricky, and if this woman decides she wants to remain in her child’s life, well, I’m afraid we’ll have a huge legal battle ahead.”
I sighed. “If I don’t do this, I lose everything that I’ve spent my life building,” I said. “I have to try.”
Marty stared at me for a long moment before nodding his head. “I see,” he said. “Well, Peter, then I’m more than happy to help you make the arrangements.” He pushed a pad of yellow legal paper towards me. “Why not write out everything absolutely necessary, and I’ll get to work drafting a contract this afternoon.”
I nodded. “I was hoping to have the auditions on Friday,” I said. “Do you think that would be possible?”
“If we work quickly,” Marty said.
I glanced down at the empty pad in my lap. Taking a pen in my hand, I began to write.
“1. Must arrive at the appointment with a proof of fertility, a clean STD record, and a proof of solid mental health.
2. Must be willing to prove college education.
3. Must be comfortable with no fewer than six social obligations, while pregnant, with client and client’s family.
4. Must be willing to sign total custody over to client at the end of pregnancy.”
I paused, chewing the end of the pen. I felt like something was missing. Finally, I added:
“5. Must be willing to accept one lump sum of no more than ten billion dollars in exchange for surrogacy, marriage, and divorce.”
“Here,” I said, passing the pad to Marty. “Does this look okay?”
Marty narrowed his eyes and pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket. He put the glasses on, then took the pad from my hands and nodded slowly as he read.
“Peter, you’re being very generous,” he said. “Ten billion, really? I’m sure some women would do it for less.”
“That’s exactly the point,” I said smugly. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone who would accept less.”
Marty frowned. “Okay,” he said. “I can get to work. Thanks for stopping by, Peter.”
“And Marty?”
Marty glanced up. “Yeah?”
“If you tell my father about this, you’re dead,” I said, getting to my feet and taking my briefcase in one hand.
Marty paled but nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I understand, Peter.”
“Good,” I said. Because without your help, I’m totally lost, I added silently. “Bye, Marty,” I said cheerfully, letting myself out of his office and leaving the door open behind me.
Over the rest of the week, I couldn’t help but feel a pinch of excitement. Marty had sent over a contract – it was over forty pages long – and despite the businesslike tone to the text, it was still thrilling to read over.
On Friday morning, Ryan met me in the lobby of Spyros, and we took the elevator up to my office together. Evangeline had put together a list of forty different women – all were coming in for an interview, where I’d ask them a few questions, have them show off a talent, and try to figure out whether they would be a good fit to have my heir.
“This is cool, man,” Ryan said as we walked into my office. “I’m jealous.”
I laughed. “You’re having fun with that chick, why so sour?”
Ryan shrugged. “It’s different,” he said. “You’re going to like, watch a parade of chicks today. All for you!”
“I guess.”
“Aren’t you excited?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But I’m kind of nervous.”
Ryan punched me in the shoulder. “Don’t be a pussy,” he said. “These chicks are gonna go nuts for you.”
“No, idiot, not because of that,” I replied. “What if they all suck? What if I don’t like any of them?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You are far too picky,” he said. “Come on – it’ll be fun.”
I groaned. “Evangeline,” I called. “Have the women arrived?”
Evangeline nodded. I couldn’t be sure, but something about her demeanor seemed off to me, almost frosty.
“Yes,” she said crisply. “Should I begin sending them in?”
I nodded and smirked. Finally, I was starting to get really pumped about this!
“Yes,” I replied. “I’ll leave my door open.”
Ryan and I sat down on the couch in my office. I pulled a pad of paper on my lap and held a pen above the clean pages, ready to start scribbling down comments about women…one of whom would hopefully be my future wife and bear my child.
When the first girl came in, Ryan did a double take. She was hot – tall, curvy, and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a tight-yet-professional black suit, and she flashed a killer smile at me.
“Hi, y’all,” the woman said in a heavy Southern accent. “I’m Mandy Adams.”
Shit, I thought. There’s no way I could take her out with an accent like that.
Mandy seemed to sense my hesitation. “If it’s my accent, I can change it,” she said, stretching the one-syllable words into two. “I swear, y’all, I’m real smart.”
“I bet you are,” I said thinly. “Please take this,” I added, handing her a copy of the contract. “And give my secretary, Evangeline, a call if you have any questions.”
Mandy nodded and left. When she was gone, Ryan turned to me. “What the hell, man,” Ryan growled. “She was so hot!”
“Yeah, and there’s no way I could introduce that hick to my father,” I muttered. “She’s obviously not from New York society.”
“So?”
“There are a lot more girls, Ryan,” I said, already beginning to tire of the process. “I’m sure I’ll find someone.”
The next woman – Eva – was a sultry girl with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that slid all over the room when she was talking. My cock twitched in my pants at the sight of her curvy chest, and I just knew she’d be a tomcat in the sack. But when I handed her the contract, she frowned.
“Wait, wait – you’re going to divorce me?” Eva’s eyebrows shot up to the ceiling. “You’re not going to annul the marriage?”
“I can’t do that,” I said. “Annulment would mean that we’d never been married, and the child would be legally yours.”
Eva frowned. “I can’t be a divorcee,” she said hotly. “I’m only twenty-three!”
I narrowed my eyes. “So? That’s a lot of time to find someone else,” I said. “You’re beautiful, I’m sure men are beating down your door.”
Eva rolled her eyes and got to her feet. “Whatever,” she said. “Find some other bitch to be your broodmare, I ain’t doin’ that.” She stalked out of the room, leaving a cloud of sultry perfume in her wake.
“This is hopeless,” I muttered to Ryan. “I bet they’re all going to be like this.”
Ryan snickered. “I am so enjoying this,” he said under his breath. “You have no idea how fun it is to watch you squirm.”
I rolled my eyes again. “Asshole.”
Just then, Girl Number Three walked into the room. She was petite and curvy, with a shy smile and blonde hair piled on top of her head. Unlike Mandy and Eva, she was wearing jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt with the word “innuendo” across her tits.
“Hi,” she said, beaming at Ryan. “I’m Kayla.”
Ryan snorted. “I’m Ryan,” he said. “You’re here for Peter, not for me.”
Kayla flushed – it was very attractive to her – and bit her lip, turning to me. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “I had no idea.”
I laughed. “So, you’re telling me you didn’t even bother reading the contract?”
Kayla giggled. “My friend sent this to me as a joke,” she said. “I just thought I would come anyway, to see what it was about.”
I frowned. “Tell me about yourself.”
Kayla flushed. “Well, I work as a barista, but I’m trying to get into advertising,” she said, giggling.
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you go to college?”
Kayla bit her lip. “Yeah,” she said. “I mean, I dropped out. But I did go.”
I sighed. “Thank you for your time,” I said. “Please, if you have any questions, call my secretary and ask her.”
Kayla got to her feet and narrowed her eyes. “So, you’re rejecting me just because I don’t have a degree?”
I nodded. “I don’t mean to sound like a snob, but yes, that is essential to my plan.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “You’re an asshole,” she said, storming out of my office with a sneer plastered on her face.
The rest of the day didn’t go any better. There were a couple of women who would have been good fits, aside from a glaring flaw like an overweight body or a harelip scar. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and no closer to finding a bride than I had been that morning
“This was a shit idea,” I complained to Ryan. “The perfect woman doesn’t exist. She’s a myth.”
Ryan shrugged. “So, why does she have to be perfect? Why can’t she just be good enough?”
“Because this is my life we’re talking about,” I said. “And my company, have you forgotten?”
Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Peter, don’t take this the wrong way,” he said slowly. “But there’s more to life than work, have you forgotten?”
“Okay,” I said, shrugging. “Fine. Thanks for your help,” I said caustically. “I’ve got some work to do. I’ll see you later.”
Ryan left, and I sat down at my desk and worked for hours – by the time I looked up, the sky was dark and full of clouds. My belly was aching, and I was dying for a beer. The office was pitch-black – Evangeline had left hours ago – and I had a feeling I was the only one still there.
Look at me, father, I thought sarcastically as I grabbed my briefcase and headed out into the warm lobby. I’m working so hard…but you don’t care, because I don’t have a kid.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought my father’s argument was trash. I was starting to think that he didn’t care about me after all – he only cared about my reputation.
It was such bullshit. I couldn’t even think about it without getting ragingly angry.
Instead of going home, I crossed the street and ducked into the same bar where Ryan had met his new tattooed girlfriend. The bar was less crowded than usual – it was almost nine-thirty at night – and I ordered a drink and a cheeseburger with onion rings and fried mushrooms.
“Someone’s skipping leg day,” a sultry female voice said.
I frowned and turned to the side. There was a drop-dead gorgeous woman sitting next to me. She was tanned and brunette, with a slim waist and curvy hips. Her bright green eyes reminded me of a lizard, and she was wearing a tight, strapless black dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination. But there was more to her than that – her smirk made her look smart, even calculated.
“Ah,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Jealous?”
The woman laughed. “No,” she said. “I skipped the gym today, too.” She gestured to a glass of white wine. “Unfortunately, my metabolism doesn’t really allow for cheeseburgers.” She licked her lips and stared at me – it was the most intense look a woman had given me in months.
“You can have some fries,” I said.
The woman nodded. “Excellent,” she said. She slid closer until she was on the next stool. “So, long day at the office?”
“Oh, god, you have no idea,” I said, fighting the sudden urge to tell this strange woman everything about my horrible day.
She laughed. She had a nice laugh – it was deep, sexy, and confident.
“I’m Honey,” she said. “Honey Walters.” She held out her hand, and I noticed a gorgeous tennis bracelet gleaming on her slender wrist, but no rings.
“Peter,” I said. “Peter Anastas.”
Honey had a very firm handshake – surprising for a woman. She didn’t break eye contact as she pressed her soft hand against mine, and my cock twitched in my pants. Suddenly, I wanted to pull her close and kiss her until my head was spinning.
The waiter dropped off my burger with another beer, but I wasn’t hungry anymore. I was filled with lust for this strange, captivating woman. I could tell by the way she talked and carried herself that she’d grown up wealthy…and with a society name like Honey, I wondered what she was doing in a dump like this.
“So, what are you doing out so late?” I asked.
“Why, is it past my bedtime?” Honey raised an eyebrow, and another powerful bolt of lust shot through my body.
“No,” I said, smirking. “Unless you want me to find out.”
Honey smirked. “I’ve been…searching for a new opportunity,” she said. “I work as a paralegal, but that’s not cutting it anymore.”
I nodded. “I work for my father,” I said, somehow not wanting Honey to find out about Spyros Magnate…at least, not yet.
“Ah,” Honey said knowingly. “Well, better you than me, I suppose.” She reached onto my plate and took a fry, nibbling it with perfectly white teeth.
“This sounds crazy,” I said, looking down at my untouched cheeseburger. “But you wanna get out of here?”
“What, not hungry anymore?” Honey asked coyly.
“Hungry, maybe, but not for food,” I said in a deep growl.
Honey flushed. “Buy me a drink,” she said. “And then maybe we can go.”
My balls were aching with lust by the time Honey finished her glass of wine. She got to her feet and smirked at me.
“So,” Honey said. “You still feel like leaving?”
I nodded and pulled out my wallet, throwing a handful of bills on the counter. “Yeah,” I said darkly. “I do.”
Honey followed behind me, her heels clacking against the marble floor as I led her outside. I raised my arm to hail a cab and Honey snuggled up close to me, wrapping her lean arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. When her mouth met mine, I almost groaned with ecstasy. She was warm and alive in my arms, and I’d never wanted to a fuck a woman more than I did in that perfect moment.
“So,” Honey murmured throatily, breaking the kiss and nibbling my earlobe until I groaned with pleasure. “Your place or mine?”
I grabbed her and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her slender waist until her warm body was pressed against mine. Honey purred as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and gently sucked on her lower lip.
“Mine,” I growled. “I want you in my bed.”
Honey flushed. “I never do this,” she whispered.
“Me, neither,” I said, grinning. “But something tells me it’s going to be fun.”
A cab pulled up in front of us, and I pulled Honey into the backseat. She fell on top of me, giggling and laughing. I gave the cabbie my address as Honey settled down next to me. She put her hand on my lap and squeezed my thigh, and I tensed as desire shot through my body.
When the cab stopped in front of my condo building, I grabbed Honey’s hand and pulled her inside. In the lobby, she pulled me close and kissed me. Stumbling forward, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue around in her mouth until she was moaning. I could feel her hot body responding to my touch, and the thought was driving me wild.
Being in the elevator was torture. We kissed for so long that I felt my lips turn red and chapped before the doors pinged open at the penthouse floor.
“Nice place,” Honey said with a smirk as I pulled her inside my condo and slammed the door.
“It looks better with you inside,” I growled, scooping Honey up in my arms and carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I dropped Honey on the bed and started fumbling with my belt.
Honey reached forward and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of her. We kissed and tangled our limbs, pressing hotly against each other. I slid my hands up Honey’s smooth thighs, pushing her dress up around her waist in a tangle of silk. A warm, musky aroma filled the air, and I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. It was the fragrance of Honey’s sex, and it was turning me on more than I’d ever thought possible.
“God,” Honey moaned when I spread her legs and stroked the damp crotch of her panties. She pushed her body against mine and arched her back, rubbing herself against me. My blood was racing as I took my hand away and sniffed my fingers, loving the sensual scent of her pussy on my hand. Honey locked eyes with me and slid her dress down her tits, showing a beautiful pair of breasts with pink, stiff nipples. I pounced on her, nibbling and licking at her nipples until Honey was moaning and tangling her hands in my hair. My cock was aching in my trousers, and I yanked my belt free and pulled my pants down.
Honey licked her lips. She reached between our bodies and pulled her panties down, tossing them to the side. Her pussy was beautiful – shaven and wet and waiting for my cock. I pulled my pants down to my knees, yanked my boxers away, and steadied myself with a hand on Honey’s curvy hips. She closed her eyes as I slid inside of her.
For a moment, we stayed like that – locked together, unmoving. Then Honey wrapped her legs around my waist and began grinding. She was warm and wet, and I was buried to the hilt inside of her, it felt like plunging into hot, wet velvet again and again.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and chest and I bucked harder and harder, filling Honey with my cock. She moaned and twisted beneath me, her tanned cheeks flushed with pleasure. Her dark hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her.
“Oh my god,” Honey moaned. She rubbed herself against me, and I could feel that she was hot and trembling. “Peter!”
Honey bit my neck, and I groaned with pleasure. Lust was flooding my senses, and I could barely think – all I could do was keep making love to Honey. I closed my eyes and pressed my face to hers, kissing her deeply as my cock slid deep inside of her waiting wet pussy.
My balls began to pulse and ache, and I slipped a hand between our bodies, rubbing Honey’s clit with my thumb and fingers. She moaned and writhed, wriggling beneath me and shivering as our bodies moved in a sensual tandem rhythm.
When my orgasm hit, it was the most powerful thing I’d ever felt. It felt like a tidal wave, crashing and washing over my head. Honey writhed and groaned, shoving her hips against mine, and I felt her pussy clench down hard on my cock as I filled her with my seed.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, arching my back and thrusting deep inside of her taut body. Honey echoed my sentiment, lying back against the cool white pillows with a sensual smile on her face. She looked beautiful, even with her dress bunched around her waist and her face flushed with the effort of sex.
When it was over, I pulled out of Honey and flopped down on the bed.
“Damn,” I said, breathing hard. “That was incredible.”
Honey smirked. “It was,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted her dress before reclining back on the bed. “So, you make a habit of bringing women home and blowing their minds?”
I shook my head. “I actually just got out of a relationship,” I said, frowning as I pulled my boxers up over my softening cock.
Honey nodded.
“What about you?” I asked, rolling onto my side.
Honey got to her feet. “I don’t date,” she said. “I don’t have time.”
“Really?” I smirked. “That’s too bad.”
Honey nodded. She yawned, and I had the sudden urge to wrap my arm around her and pull her close. Nothing sexual, just to hold her. It was getting late, and I could tell that beneath her tough exterior, Honey was more fragile than she let on.
“Hey, are you hungry?”
Honey frowned. She pursed her lips. “Actually, yeah,” she admitted, blushing slightly. “That fry didn’t do much.”
“You like Chinese?”
Honey nodded. “Yeah,” she said. She grinned. “What, you are thinking of ordering something?”
I smirked. “I feel like we earned a treat, don’t you?”
Honey flushed. “That would be nice,” she said. “I don’t have any cash, though,” she added. “So, you don’t have to get me anything.”
I stared at her.
“What?” Honey narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I laughed shortly. “Nothing,” I said. “It’s just, I can’t remember the last time a woman said something to me about money.” I sighed. “Everyone just expects that I’ll pay for them.”
Honey suddenly looked very serious. “I never joke about money,” she said. There was something to the way she said it, plus the look in her eye that made me want to know more.
But my stomach was rumbling, and I was exhausted. There’s always tomorrow, I thought. As little as I knew about Honey, I was certain of one thing.
I wanted to get to know her in a way I’d never felt before.