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Brody
Billionaire Boys Club
Ellie Masters
JEM Publishing
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BRODY
BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB
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The End
One
Brody
A five-inch stiletto whizzes past my ear. Thrown with surprising aim, I barely dodge the flying projectile before it strikes the wall behind me. It hits hard, leaving a mark. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.
“Nice shot.” I finish tying my tie and tug at my cufflinks.
“I missed.” The leggy blonde reaches for the matching shoe.
“Gold star for effort, babe, and honorable mention for aim. Doesn’t change anything. Time to go.” I hook a thumb toward the door.
“You’re really kicking me out?”
“Yes.”
The matching shoe follows, but this time I snatch it out of the air. Damn, but I’m going to miss Whatever-her-name-is. With legs that go for miles and creamy thighs a man could lose himself in, she entertained me for hours, but I’m ready to call it a night.
“You heard me…” I close the distance between us. Her eyes grow wide and her pupils dilate. I might be done, but she’s turned the fuck on. I hand her back her shoes, knowing she’ll likely throw them at me again before we’re through. Too damn predictable.
“Baby…” Her pert little mouth, so skillful at swallowing me whole, opens on a breathy moan. She’s moments from either giving me a piece of her mind or throwing whatever self-respect she has left out the door to beg for one more fuck. I’m shameless enough to consider it.
“Uh-uh.” I point to the door again.
“You can’t be serious?” She leans back and sprawls on the bed. Tits in the air, she arches her back. Her toned legs part to reveal a glistening pussy which is still swollen from when I was buried balls deep inside of it. “Tell me you don’t want more of this, baby?”
“I don’t. We’re done, hun.” I no longer care what she has to offer. She’s joined the ranks of all the other meaningless women passing through my bed. Another forgettable face. Another unmemorable fuck. I’ve had my fill, and I’m ready to move on.
Her lower lip trembles, and I brace for the avalanche of emotions that always comes next. “We had fun, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, sweetie, we had fun.” I gesture toward the door again. How many times is she going to make me ask? I don’t have the patience for this shit.
“You’re really kicking me out?” Her eyes narrow as it sinks in.
She thinks I’m playing some game.
The thing is, I’m not.
“You had fun. I had fun. Time to quit while you’re ahead, don’t you think?”
Her brows tug together. She wants to argue, but she won’t win. I’m the man who fucks. I never date. My reputation precedes me, and even though women know it, they still flock to me. Each one believes she’ll tame me. Thing is, I don’t need to be tamed. As for why they keep coming, I think it’s for the prestige of bagging the unattainable. They use me as much as I use them. There’s no guilt. Sometimes regret, but no guilt.
I gesture toward the door again. “We had a good time, don’t ruin it.” I lean against the wall, casually kicking back while my gaze takes a final leisurely stroll down her body.
Luscious lips. Perky tits. Neatly shaved mound. Legs that go on forever and wrapped tight around me as I sought oblivion inside her sensuous heat. She’s gorgeous. A perfect ten. And she’s one hell of a good fuck. But that’s all she is. That’s all any of them are.
What the fuck is her name?
She cocks her head and real izes the problem I’m having. The girl is smart.
“For the love of God.” She props her hand on her hip and aches her back, displaying those luscious tits to advantage. “Brody La Rouge, you don’t remember my name, do you?”
I remember her father’s name. Charles Brimble is an investment banker my equity investment firm occasionally does business with. We run in the same social circles. His stunning daughter has been away at college and only just returned to the Bay Area. No longer a child, she’s gorgeous and only now dipping her toes in the social waters. I’m the shark that bit first and I fucking swallowed her whole.
“Brandy?” I’m ninety percent confident that’s somewhere in the ballpark.
“It’s Candice, you fucking asshole.”
Okay, I’m way off base.
She looks at her high heels and gives a shake of her head. “But damn if you don’t fuck like a goddamn stallion. You sure you’re done, because…”
“We’re done.” I took her every way a man can: pussy, mouth, and finished with her tight little ass. Candice Brimble is an adventurous lover, just kinky enough to keep it interesting. I like that.
“You’re a fucking jerk. You know that, don’t you?”
“You knew that going in.” I fuck without regret, without promises, and always with an expiration date. “Now, it’s getting late, and I’m sure your daddy is wondering where his darling angel went. Do you need me to call you a car?” I hitch a thumb over my shoulder, pointing again to the door.
“So, this is it?”
“I never promised anything other than a good time.”
I’m very clear about my rules, but somehow these women think they’re the one with the magic pussy that will turn this into something it isn’t.
Her mouth works silently as she tries to find something to say that will tempt me to keep her. “I’m pretty damn sure I rocked your world. You know you want me to stay.” She cups her breasts and offers them to me with an exaggerated pout. She’s a good lay but doesn’t come close to rocking my world.
“You’re a damn good fuck—Candice. You like it rough with a bit of kink on the side. Two things which suit me just fine. Don’t ruin this by making a scene.”
I don’t date. I fuck, and I move on.
“I could stay.” She practically purrs. “I’ll do whatever you want—be whoever you want. I’ll beg for you.” If I let her stay, I’m pretty sure she’ll do whatever I want. The thing is, I’m bored. Another couple of orgasms aren’t enough to entice me.
“It’s late and I’m tired.”
Rule number three: no sleeping over.
When it comes to sex, rules keep things clean.
I lead. They follow. And rule number three states that they never spend the night. That’s a level of intimacy I don’t want and I never break that rule.
Never.
Her arm rears back and I give a shake of my head. “You don’t want to do that, sweetheart. Do I need to restate the rules?”
Her attention shifts to the stiletto in her hand, then back to me. The muscles in her arm twitch. I brace, but she knows she’s lost. Tears well up in her eyes.
Here it comes. The drama llama arrives right on schedule.
“Your rules suck.” She peeks up at me through her lashes, but now that I’ve had her, I’m immune to her charms. “Nobody says you can’t break them.” She slides off the bed to kneel at my feet. Still peeking up at me through her lashes, she reaches for the zipper of my pants. “I seem to remember you liked my mouth—Sir.” Ah shit, she’s really pushing things.
That’s something that only got me off with one girl, a girl I ruined. With Candice, it makes my stomach turn. I grip her wrist and yank her to her feet.
“Get dressed, and get out. This is your last warning, or I’ll drag your ass out the door just as you are.” It’s not an idle threat. I’ve done it before.
“You wouldn’t dare?”
“Have I ever lied to you about what I will or won’t do?”
A tiny gasp escapes her as she realizes what I’m going to do. As I turn the doorknob, Candice grabs her dress out of my hand and slips it over her head. Balancing on one foot, she slides on a strappy heel.
“What about a goodbye kiss? Don’t I at least get that?”
“Thank you for a lovely evening.” She’ll get no goodbye kiss from me. I extend my hand and leave it at that.
“You really suck, you know that?”
“I believe you’re the one that sucks, and I enjoyed it very much.”
“Bastard.” She storms out in a huff.
No doubt, the rumor mill will be churning by morning. Candice might think her words will harm me, but they’ll only build up the mystique surrounding me even more. I’ll have scores of women knocking down my door for their moment to see if the rumors are true.
I love women, but they’re too damned predictable. I take bets on when Candice will call on me again. She is a good fuck, and I might just take her for another spin, if I get bored enough.
With a sigh, I close the door and yank my tie free. Don’t know what I was thinking when I tightened it down. My fingers go to the buttons of my Oxford shirt and my clothes fall to the floor as I strip naked and head to the shower. The sudden need to wash all trace of Candice Brimble from my body overwhelms me.
Water sluices down my body as I remove all evidence of her. I can’t help the disappointment flowing through me. Women are entirely too predictable. Their motivations unerringly the same. They all want to be the one to snag the ‘Bad Boy Billionaire.’
Not that I’ve reached that esteemed status yet, but by the end of the year, that’s an exclusive club I’ll finally join. Which is why I’m particular about the women I invite into my bed and why I have rules.
That scene with Candice is one I’ve played a hundred times. The truth is none of them care about me. The zeros lining my bank account draw them in. I know what I bring to the equation. The question is, what do they bring? They definitely don’t see the real me. Only one girl ever did, and she hates my guts.
I wash myself clean and close my eyes. If only I could find a woman who sees beyond my bank account and the stories I wish were more exaggerated than the truth. I glance down at my cock and vent a frustrated sigh at the ruby-red lipstick left behind.
Candice definitely excelled in that department. For a moment, I think I might get hard again. There’s certainly enough frustration running around inside of me to rub another one out, but no matter how I try, my flaccid cock refuses to cooperate. Candice simply isn’t masturbatory material. Already, I’m forgetting her face. The shower ends with frustration. It’s been a long day and I’m tired.
I didn’t lie about that.
I turn off the water and dry myself with a towel. Returning to the bedroom, I notice Candice’s black, lacy thong on the foot of the bed. There had once been a time when I collected such trophies, evidence of my prowess, but I’m beyond such things now. I pick up the thong and drop it unceremoniously into the waste bin.
Lying back on the bed, I stretch out and wish myself to sleep. My frustration has been building for weeks. Fucking doesn’t seem to be doing the trick in relieving it.
