I reach across the bed for her but the bed is empty. I sit up, letting my eyes adjust. Looking around the room, listening to the stillness of the house, I know—she’s gone.
Addison was a total surprise. I’m not even as annoyed as I should be at Damien for sending her under false pretenses, because I got to meet such a spectacular, gorgeous woman.
I realize I’m wishing she were still here. I have this urge to cook her breakfast, spend more time with her. See her in the daylight. But she slipped out, leaving me without a trace.
The fact that I managed to keep my cock in my shorts—even after she gave me the best blowjob of my life—is pretty groundbreaking. She was so eager too, and happy to take what I wanted to give her as well. So wet, pushing her hips closer to me. My dick gets hard just thinking about it.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to shake it off.
It was nothing.
Last night was just another sexual encounter, I’ve had plenty of them in the past and I’ll have more to come.
And, I decide, I am pissed at Damien. Time is an issue, and I need to get back on my plan to take control of Croft International.
To do that I need a wife, not a girlfriend. Father’s will was quite clear on that—the first brother to marry and show that he’s a good old-fashioned family man, the first one to prove himself fit, will take control of the company. And I’m sure my brothers are jacking off in Boston and New York thinking that their playboy little brother in L.A. isn’t a serious contender.
But I’ll show them.
I jump in the shower and it turns out I can’t get my mind off Addison. She was just so good—her mouth working my dick was absolutely incredible.
But I’m not just thinking about what we did sexually. What surprises me is that I catch myself remembering her smile, the sparkle in her eyes…
God. Thinking about her now has my head spinning…and my cock hard.
I stand under the warm flow of the shower and think about her lips wrapped around me, mouth stretched as wide as she could to take in my girth. I yank on my dick as I picture her mouth bobbing up and down over me, so wet, her tongue pressed firmly against me.
Then I see her ass up in the air on my bed, the taste of her as I licked her from top to nub, how wet she was, dripping practically. Christ, I think as I come, jerking my cock as I spew into the stream of warm water.
I lean my head against the cool tile.
Addison is gone. That’s it. She’s not coming back and I need to move on. It’s that’s simple.
Taking control of the company is my only focus.
Once I’m dressed I call down to Sheldon and have him arrange dinner with Monica Saunders. I don’t even need to wait to know that not only will Monica say yes to meeting me, she’ll also be wherever I say and at what time is best for me.
Monica could never say no to me. She cried and practically begged me to stay when I last saw her a few months ago, back when I told her she was too needy and I had to be free to set my own rules.
Well, she’ll get a shock today. Not only do I want to see her again, I’m going to ask her to marry me. She’s not my first choice, but since last night didn’t go exactly as planned I’m feeling pressed for time.
I remember the feel of Addison against me and wonder why she left like that.
My stomach clenches and I find myself feeling genuinely disappointed and…shit, I feel hurt.
I actually liked her, perhaps more than I’ve liked any girl since god knows when.
But that doesn’t matter now, because she did leave, and I have shit to attend to.
The office is running smoothly as always, and as always there are ten crises waiting for me when I get there. Of course there are several completely obnoxious emails from both my brothers—we avoid actually speaking to each other at all costs—demanding to know the status on this business deal or that one. I give them information on a need-to-know basis.
I don’t get involved in their shit, and there’s no reason they should get involved in mine.
That evening at seven-thirty I drive over to the restaurant where Monica Saunders sits waiting for me, a glass of white wine before her and a basket of bread untouched.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I lean to kiss her cheek. She really laid on the perfume—girls like her always do, they don’t know when to quit.
Unlike Addison, I think, who was just the right amount of sweet and sultry that I could only smell when I got close to her.
“Thanks,” she says, eyeing me, not even trying to hide her pleasure. “I was surprised to hear from you.”
“I’m surprised you agreed to meet me,” I say, even though I’m not. “I would have thought someone had snatched off the market as soon as dropped you off that night.”
She gives a light shrug. She really is very pretty. California blonde hair that hangs past her ample tits, which are snug in a bright-blue dress. She’s a bit obvious, though, with all the makeup and too-skinny limbs.
“I have been busy,” Monica says importantly. “My jewelry business is doing really well. I’ve had to hire more staff to help out, it’s been so good.”
“That’s wonderful,” I say. Monica has a jewelry business but really her dad pays her way.
I’d be shocked if she turned a single dollar profit on her little craft projects. And hiring more staff means getting more unpaid, unsuspecting interns from UCLA to do all the work she thinks she’s too good to do. Monica is just waiting for someone like me to come along and marry her so that she doesn’t have to pretend any longer.
“I’m curious,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
All I can think of is Addison’s thick brown hair cascading down her back. A thousand dollars says Monica wear extensions. Very expensive extensions, but fake nonetheless.
“What are you curious about exactly?” I ask, not even really caring what her response is.
“What made you call me up again?”
“I didn’t call you,” I say.
“You had Sheldon do it,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Can you do anything without that man?”
“Yes,” I say. “But I prefer having him around for the mundane tasks.”
She pauses. “What, like asking a girl out on a date?”
I take a sip of my water, my non-answer her answer. She takes a drink of her wine. I wonder how Addison is feeling, if she’s okay. This morning I brushed it off but now I’m starting to wonder if I should check in on her.
I see a woman walk by on the sidewalk outside and for a moment I’m convinced it’s her.
Addison.
I sit up a little in my chair to better see. Even Monica looks back. But it’s not her. I wonder where she lives, and what she’s doing this evening.
“You okay?” Monica asks.
I look back to Monica. “Yeah. Sure. Should we order?”
Monica talks about her little business and even asks about mine. I don’t give her details. I never do, not to any woman. Asking for details about my business, other than what we do, is too close to asking me about my family and I do not talk about my family, not to any woman.
Soon she’s talking about her father, and the new deals he’s doing with one movie star or another—he runs one of the biggest talent agencies in the city and I’m pretty sure he forbids her from dating his clients. Otherwise, she’d have bagged one of them by now.