by Kylie Parker
“What is it?” I asked in an irritable voice “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I want us to give this a shot.”
“What do you mean?” I asked and played a fool.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he replied “I want us to be in a relationship.”
“Can we talk about this later, I am exhausted.”
From the look in his face, he had somehow expected me to shut him down, he didn't look disappointed at all. He stepped out of the car and got the door for me.
A wave of confusion settled on me as soon as I let my eyes land on the humongous house that stood right in front of me. I pinched myself hard and tried grinding my teeth to make sure that I was not dreaming.
“This is your house?” I asked Robbie and did not bother to hide the shocked look in my eyes.
“Welcome,” he said so politely and began walking towards the gigantic mansion doors. An old butler was waiting for him and nodded at both of us as we walked into the house. All this was happening so fast and I had to stop dead in my tracks to internalize what was going on.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Robbie Sutter was a fucking billionaire!! How the hell was I ever going to wrap my head around this fact? Here I thought I had done almost everything in life, well dating a billionaire was never on my bucket list and now having the realization it was now added, I checked it in my brain and smirked. I was in for the ride of my life, no doubt!
8
Sarah
Waking up in a mansion was a novelty; it took me a minute to realize where I was. Never in my life had I slept on a bed as soft as this, I sat up and looked to my side my prince charming was not in bed. Now this almost felt like a booty call. There was a note on the pillow which I automatically assumed was meant for me.
“Early meeting, will call you,” it said. An old man walked into the room without knocking just as I was about to curse his absence. He was short and was dressed in a well-pressed black and white suit.
“Good morning ma’am,” he greeted as he looked at me from the brim of his spectacles “I have been given instructions to take care of you this morning.”
“Of course, you have,” I muttered under my breath. This was such a cliché outlook; why do rich people have butlers?
“Can I get you anything, towel? Bathrobe perhaps?” he asked this as he looked at my bare chest in disapproval. I felt slightly embarrassed and wanted to pull up the covers over my breasts but decided not to. My arrogance side kicked in, and I reminded myself that he was the one who had walked into the room without knocking.
“I would like to have a shower first, then breakfast in ten minutes?” I suggested and got to my feet. I had decided to give him the whole show; I stood in front of him naked as the day I was born and walked to the bathroom.
“Room service?” he asked after me.
“Yes please,” I answered.
I heard him shut the door as he walked out of the room and I turned on the shower. This was very manner less of me flushing an old man who was almost the same age as my father. But I would think about respect at another time; I currently had a new man to occupy my mind. The hot water droplets danced on my body as I thought back to the night before. Robbie had downplayed the whole situation; I thought I could sniff a billionaire from miles away. I never liked dating rich people for one very good reason; they were downright controlling. And I am that one wild cat who cannot be domesticated. So many questions ran through my mind as I went on to shower, Robbie had been cool thus far. And the sex! I had, of course, had better; he was still a rookie when it came to riding the Sarah Mobil but would, of course, get better with time. I washed off his scent from my body as I thought of my day ahead. I needed to get back to my place and get some work clothes.
I stepped out of the shower momentarily and draped a towel around my wet body. The old man walked into the room with a maid trailing him. She pushed in a trolley of breakfast which got me alarmed.
“You are not feeding a village dear,” I said to her jokingly “I only want coffee.”
The whiff of pancakes, scrambled eggs and whatever else was on the tray somehow communicated with my hunger pangs. My stomach decided to disgrace me by rumbling loudly through the room.
“Can I take this to go?” I asked the butler who I realized I hadn’t learned his name yet “I still need to get some work clothes from my place.”
“Sir Robbie ordered a few skirt suits for you,” he said.
“Sir Robbie,” I thought, “That sure is the perfect name to use in role playing.”
“Alright,” I grinned and walked over to the trolley and indulged. The old man was right; a stylist walked into the room in well under five minutes with a few skirt suits and pants my size. I wanted them all but knew that would be greedy. I picked my favorite from the bunch and slipped into it. I then had some coffee to go after a hearty breakfast, before setting off to my car. Bering rich had a different ring to it; the servants kissed my ass, and I liked it.
I took my phone out of my new purse and tried to call Robbie; I somehow missed him. His phone went straight to voicemail, and I decided not to dwell on the disappointment after leaving a voice message.
The drive to work was smooth with no traffic but my mind kept on racing back to Robbie. What exactly did he do for a living? He had mentioned inheritance in one of the many dates we had been to, but I hadn’t expected him to be that filthy rich. After parking my car and ignoring numerous phone calls, I got to work and needed to get my head in the game. Robbie could wait, I would think about him later. My job always came first, and I could also see Old Mr. Dawson’ sorry ass of a boss walk over to my office. That only meant one thing, he needed me focused.
9
Robbie
The phone call came through for me at a much unexpected time; I had to leave that piece of ass lying on my bed looking sexy as sin. Just when I thought I could sneak a morning glory session that would bless my day, a superstition I strongly believed in. But it was part of the job; I had to get to work whether I liked it or not and on this particular day it was slowly swinging to the “not liking it zone”.
She looked peaceful in her sleep as I took a quick shower and tried not to make too much noise to wake her up. Where had this woman been all my life? It’s hard getting a chic who knew what they wanted in bed. Having sex with Sarah was like a sex tutorial “Touch here”, “Lick here”, “Rub harder”, “Move faster” was what she would say. It was almost like a step by step manual to Sarah’s climax, she, of course, got to have two orgasms over me, but I did not mind.
I walked out of the house and gave Sebastian instructions to take care of her as I headed to the car. My day ahead was bound to be busy; it always was whenever I got the phone call from him. I took in my surroundings as my driver drove out of the neighborhood heading for my destination. My mind was still flooded with images of Sarah’s long legs and naked sexy body when a phone call came through for me.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. The person calling had a lot to say, and I already had an inkling what it would be about.
“Hello, I tried to sound polite and professional.
“What the fuck Robbie?”
My professionalism was obviously lost in the one-word greeting, but I did not give up.
“Yes, Lexie what’s up?” I asked.
“Wasup?” she asked back “Robbie are you on drugs?”
That question was debatable; I sniffed once in a while especially in the wild parties that I had to attend from time to time.
“Lexie what is going on with you?” I asked again.
“You stood me up that is what is going on with me.”
“Fuck!” I cursed as I did the math really quick. Lexie was my booty call, one of my favorite booty calls I should add. She was not demanding or clingy, and we had an arrangement with her. We would meet twice in a month with her to talk, have sex maybe share a meal and talk some more. Lexie was one of those career driven women who never dated because
no man could fit into her schedule.
“I am sorry Lexie,” I sincerely apologized.
“What made you be a no show? I was really looking forward to humping your brains out”.
I debated with myself about the answer that I wanted to give her; we had a transparency policy with Lexie. She and I always told each other the truth no matter what.
“I met a girl.”
The silence that followed my statement was expected, I knew we had an arrangement, but she was also human.
“You did? Is it serious?’
“Well,” I started “I don’t know, but she is pretty amazing.”
“So you stood me up for another pussy?”
“To be honest, I totally forgot about you.”
Lexie laughed at my comment; her laughter was contagious as it echoed through the receiver. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed her until I heard her laugh and I giggled too.
“Can I at the very least get a goodbye fuck?” she asked, “It’s very hard getting a good fuck out there.”
“Don’t I know it? Tell you what, let us arrange for that sometime next week”, I answered.
Lexie was clutching at straws she never took rejection too well and wanted to remind me who was in charge. Of course in her mind, I let her think she was, it made her feel powerful, but I had always called all the shots and made her think it was her idea.
“I am looking forward to that,” she answered. I could detect the joy in her voice as she said these words and I let out a smile before hanging up the phone.
We had driven off the main road now and had taken up a lonelier route. I had a skilled driver, Edward; he had worked for me for about seven years now. He was a mind reader, and I would sometimes joke that he needed to be a shrink. He could always tell which mood I was in and from that, would know how first I needed to get to my destination. I was in no much of a hurry today, and he knew that I liked the site of the country sides as we drove on.
“We are almost there sir,” he announced as he approached gigantic gates to a huge mansion behind it. I knew what I needed to do, this was a “no communication zone,” I had to switch off my phone. Before I did I threw a glance at my wristwatch; it was still too early to text Sarah. I did not know what time she woke up and thought t as rude to wake her regardless. After deciding on calling her later, I pocketed my cell phone after switching it off and watched as the gates swung open.
Edward exchanged polite greetings with the security detail, and we waited as they did a clean sweep of the vehicle. This was all routine, and it took well under five minutes after which we were let in. If Sarah was in awe of my money, she should visit this place; it had nothing in my house. The owner had peculiar and exquisite taste; he had a garden in place of lawn, a team of housekeepers, gardeners and maids and a few concubines all living under one roof.
And they said polygamy was a thing of the past! They should visit this place and see how people could easily be controlled by money. I noticed a few other cars parked in the driveway as Edward approached the entrance. It was time to go make that money, and as much as I had a constant hard on constantly thinking of Sarah, it was now time to concentrate.
I took in a deep breath, wore my war face and had on my money maker attitude. Being rich was never that hard, maintaining your status quo, however, was the hardest part.
“I will wait on you here sir,” Edward assured me as I stepped out of the car. I nodded in his direction knowing that he indeed cared before heading into the mansion where the meeting always took place.
10
Sarah
Crazy Ville was what they should have named this place; I had not had a break since morning. I was grateful for the hearty breakfast I had had at Robbie’s place; it took me through the whole day. After being up and down for seven hours straight, I finally got to catch a breather and was deciding whether I should burn smoke to relieve the stress before he walked in. At first, I thought I was hallucinating from the fatigue, but when he opened his mouth, and his voice sounded through the air, I knew I did not imagine shit.
“How is my favorite sister doing?” he asked in his ever cheery voice.
“David.”
I bolted into my big brother’s arms and gave him a warm hug. This was a pleasant surprise and for a moment, I forgot how hectic work had been.
“What are you doing here?”
I asked excitedly as I took a step back and looked into his oval face. He had grown a beard which made him look older and more mature.
“They assigned me on a case,” he announced before having a seat opposite me.
“Shall I get you some coffee?”
“No thank you,” he declined.
“Are you sure?”
“I am very sure my dear sister,” he answered, “There will be time for coffee later when I start getting my hands dirty.”
David was always a sight for sore eyes; he had a contagious charm that I really loved. We had a good relationship where we talked from time to time, but we hadn’t seen each other for over a year.
“So how is everyone doing?” I asked I pushed the stack of files that were on my desk aside so that I could listen to him more intently.
“The kids are fine,” he answered, and I realized how evasive he was already.
“Marisol?”
“Crazy as always,” he answered, “I am glad to be away from her for a couple of weeks.”
I knew he was sincere about that; my brother had married the high priestess of Medusa’s. He must have been in crazy stupid love when he proposed to her.
“Did the two of you ever come to an agreement? You know, about the divorce?”
David shrugged and immediately wished I hadn’t brought up the topic, from the look of his face I could tell he was a trapped man.
“You know what they say, Sarah, it is always cheaper to keep her,” he answered, “Enough about me, what have you been up to?”
“Nothing much just work and more work.”
“You look different,” he pointed out “You have a different kind of glow on you.”
“Oh shit!!” I thought to myself. David was very good at picking up on details and just as I was thinking about how to change the topic he guessed right.
“Who are you fucking?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he asked confused “Sarah, I know our mother did not do right by us, but you cannot be that much of a slut.”
I laughed a hearty rippling laughter that seared through my body. I missed laughing this hard and so sincerely too, only David could make me laugh this hard.
“I mean, I know who I am fucking,” I clarified “I just don’t know if it’s anything.”
“So you like him? Lucky bastard”.
Now this was new; David had never approved of my choice of men. I guess that was what happened to you when you lived for thirteen years with Cruella Devil (his wife).
“I want to meet him,” he announced.
Now this caught me off guard, why would my brother want to meet him? Was his life that is boring that he now got kicks at prying into other people’s affairs?
“You don’t have to meet him, we are not really a thing yet,” I said. The uneasiness in my voice did not go unnoticed.
“But he makes you smile like a fool,” he said after leaning in and giving me a closer look, “I think that is a good enough reason to meet him.”
“David, I don’t think he is available,” I went on trying to convince him otherwise “He is a busy man you know.”
“” He cannot be too busy to meet me.”
I hesitated, he was right. If Robbie cared about me, he would want to meet my brother without a doubt. I bit half of my lower lip as I tried to think about his reaction when I told him what David wanted. He hadn’t called me back yet; he hadn’t called me back the whole day.
“So are you going to set up the meeting? David asked as he took out his buzzing phone from his pocket and got to his feet.<
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“Definitely,” I answered after being pulled out of my reverie.
“Cool drinks the usual place after work,” he said and answered his phone call. I watched him leave my office after giving me a polite goodbye and thought back to my new mystery man.
As serendipity would have it, a phone call came through to me almost immediately. I answered my phone call with a smile on my face, happy he was finally keeping his promise.
“How is my favorite FBI kick ass agent doing?”
His voice sounded erotic; I could not really tell whether it was because I had been thinking about our sex session from the previous night. I shifted slightly in my seat trying to control the electric signals that were already making my pussy very wet.
“It’s about damn time.”
“Always the feisty one,” he commented.
I bit my lip again as I leaned back in my chair and let him charm me like he always did.
“I am sorry for living you in bed like that,” he apologized “I had an early business meeting and could not wake you up from your slumber.”
“Apology accepted,” I answered, “But you might have to give me a rematch to cement it.”
“I am looking forward to that, how about I send a car to pick you up after work?”
“About that,” I started and was more than grateful that he could not see the reaction I had on my face “My brother is in town and would like to meet you.”
There was a prolonged silence that followed the question or rather a suggestion which made me very uneasy.
“I would totally understand if this is too much for you, meeting a family member is a big deal to a lot of people.”
I was fumbling with words, blubbering actually which made me sound like a complete idiot.
“I will be more than happy to meet your brother Sarah,” he cut me short.
