Owen
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 and I can hardly tear my eyes away from her.
She’s gorgeous. Stunning actually.
That’s right, I fucking won this round.
I have a beautiful blonde sleeping silently and peacefully on my bed.
This is certainly not the fucking last time she’ll be in my bed.
I’m becoming obsessed.
Girls always flock to me one way or another. But none like her.
She is different and the best fuck I’ve ever had.
That’s a problem for me.
I’m the total fucking package, with a huge package between my legs always ready to go and a huge, never-ending bank account. My libido never ceases, and I’m on fire, having one of the luckiest sexual streaks in the history of man.
But me, Owen fucking Wolfe, playboy extraordinaire, is feeling something deeper than all that.
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 evening.
If you think I’m falling into the trap of love-struck giddiness, then fuck you. I’m not that kind of guy. I don’t get attached.
But fuck if she isn’t gorgeous...and wild...and smart.
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 were they doing down there? Clearly moving at a snail’s pace. And I’m not fucking happy about having to wait.
“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. I live in this building for a reason—it’s the nicest in town and the amenities are plentiful.
“Thanks,” I grumble and give him a tip as he pushes the cart inside the penthouse.
He 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 beautiful ass. “Wake up, baby.”
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 the goosebumps rising 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?” she says sleepily.
“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 can never get to that point with me because I intimidate them.
I know what you’re thinking, that I’m becoming mushy and stuff loving this time with Molly. Well, I assure you it’s not true.
You try being here in my position with her sparkling eyes looking up at you with such lust and hunger even now after a night of fucking.
She’s insatiable and so am I.
“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 bed.
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.
I offer her a glass of wine and she takes it gratefully.
“That’s a rare vintage,” I say, tucking into my steak.
She eats and I watch her.
She drinks and I watch her.
I want to know everything there is to know about this woman who’s entered my life so hastily.
“You know, I’m kind of a wine aficionado,” I say trying to impress her.
Something about this moment makes me feel as though I can’t live without her, despite all my bragging and thinking it is what it is.
“Yeah? Why does that not surprise me, Owen Wolfe?” she says with a smile.
Hearing my name on her lips makes me want more.
I imagine the way she was begging for me. And I imagine that happening every night of my damn life.
But this is not who I am.
I’m above this sort of thing.
And I’m not going to say what you’re all thinking. This isn’t love. For one thing, love doesn’t happen so quickly. It grows on you, right? And for another, just because I’m feeling high from the nectar of her sweet pussy does not mean a damn thing.
I decide to get to the truth of the matter. I would love to know what really brought Molly to my doorstep, to my foyer in lingerie.
I close my eyes for a sec to just remember that fucking moment when she did that and blew me away with her brazenness and when she looked so hot.
Fuck, what a sight.
“So, what suddenly changed your mind?” I ask.
I examine her as she sips the pinot thoughtfully.
“Change my mind about what?” she says as if she doesn’t know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.
Something tells me Molly guards her body pretty tightly. I don’t see her giving it up to just anyone. She has fucking standards and that makes my cock harden just to think of it.
She chose me after all. And now I want to know why, besides my obvious charm and ambition and twelve-inch cock.
I digress.
“You know, what was the selling point that made 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 says, changing the subject.
I see exactly what she’s doing. She’s transparent as ever to me, and to me alone.
“What?” she asks shyly. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“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 showstopper for sure.
And I’m getting in deeper by the second.