Millionaire (The Laundromat Chronicles Book 1)

by Angie Merriam

  Millionaire

  A Laundromat Chronicles Novella

  Angie Merriam

  Millionaire

  A Laundromat Chronicles Novella

  By Angie Merriam

  © Angie Merriam 2016

  Published by Entertwine Publishing Services

  Cover by Entertwine Publishing Services

  All rights reserved

  License Note

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without authorization of the Author. Any distribution without express consent is illegal and punishable in court of law.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Laundromat Chronicles is about a group of strangers that meet in an unlikely place and form life long bonds. The first six novella's will introduce you to the cast and tell the reader their individual backstory. The full length novel tying all of them together, Life, will be released after the final novella, Ruby is released.

  This has been a fun project that I'm very proud of and truly hope readers can connect with the characters as much as I have. Thank you for giving this series a try. I'm forever thankful. Happy reading!

  “I’m fucking Cash Green,” I purr into the ear of my next conquest. She’s exactly my type. Blonde extensions, over plump lips, fake tits and way too much makeup. Just trashy enough not to fall in love, but not too trashy to fuck. These women don’t expect breakfast in the morning let alone a commitment. Some people might call me a playboy, but I hate that term. I’m just a wealthy, young man with a high sex drive and a tendency to get bored quickly. Lucky for me, this latest lay is playing hard to get.

  “Should I know that name? Sounds like a poor attempt to sound impressive. Who actually names their son Cash Green?” She scoffed, turning her back on me. Challenging, I love it. I circle around to stand in front of her.

  “My father actually. Had a sick sense of humor I guess or was just really blinded by his love of the dollar bill. The fact that Green is my last name can be blamed on my ancestors, can’t control that.” Really, Cash was my mother’s name and it had nothing to do with money but that’s none of blondies business. The irony of my name is it came from my maternal grandfather, Cash Smith, a middle-class hands-on working man who was definitely not rolling in dollar bills. However, this woman needs to know nothing more than I’m the man who runs the largest advertising agency in the country. Everybody knows my name. Women line up for a chance to win my heart. Too bad for them, my heart can’t be won. The only woman who will ever have my heart is my gran. All others are for fun and to keep my cock satisfied.

  “Look, I’m not interested in where your name came from, and I’m not interested in you.” Her defiance is almost laughable. Her nipples poking through her sheer top tell me she’s more turned on by me than she’s willing to admit. I allow my eyes to rest there, on her nipples, letting her know I’m aware of her arousal.

  “Do you not take a hint, pretty boy?” she growls, her finger hooking itself under my chin, pulling my attention away from the rack I hope to be sinking my face into later.

  “Oh, I’m a pretty boy now? I’m making progress.” I smirk at her before pulling away from her hold and turning towards the bar. “Hey man, can you get me two shots of Patron tequila with two limes for my friend and me?” I have to yell as the music is now pounding through the room. The bartender passes me the shot glasses full of the clear liquid with limes as requested. I turned back to blondie, pleased to see she hadn’t gone anywhere. Not that I expected her to but chasing her down would have been more hassle than she might be worth. I lift the shot towards her with a smile. Reluctantly she raises her hand to take the shot, offering me a tiny peek of her own smile. Red-stained lips frame bright white teeth that clearly are perfect from years of teenage braces. I imagine that pretty, red stained mouth wrapped around my dick. I shake the thought away and lift my glass.

  In unison we down the tequila before sucking the juice out of the limes. Both limes drop into the empty glasses at the same time. I watch her tremble slightly from the burn of the liquor. She leans in close to me, and I feel my dick twitch. I can feel her breath on my ear. I can feel her tits brush against my arm. “Thanks for the shot, pretty boy, but you’re gonna have to do a lot more than that if you expect to fuck me.” Before I can respond she walks away leaving me stunned and fucking intrigued. Throwing money on the bar I quickly move in the direction she went, straight through the crowded dance floor.

  Fighting my way through drunken, horny twenty-somethings isn’t what I planned on doing to score a lay but hey, I’m always up for a challenge. I slow down, scanning the crowd for blondie. It’s hard to spot her through the sea of bleached hair. I’m right at the edge of the dance floor when someone grabs me by the waist of my pants and yanks me back. I stumble slightly, my back brushing into some very large tits. Before I can turn to see who it is I feel a tongue flick against my earlobe– warm breath eliciting a shiver.

  “You think you’re pretty slick huh, pretty boy?” I don’t have to turn to know it’s her. I remain with my back to her. I’ll let her play her game. I shrug my response and nod. I’m beginning to feel triumphant. I have this girl in my back pocket. Soon she’ll be moaning in my bed. She can think she has control of the situation, for now.

  “Just so you know, I’m fucking Hannah Miles, and I am willing to bet my name rings more bells in this town than yours does. Don’t try to impress me with your name or your money, I have my own.”

  Her hand remains firmly in the waist of my pants while I run her name through my head. I know most of the wealthy crowd in the city. Miles… how do I know the name Miles? Suddenly it strikes me– Miles and Miles is the largest law firm in the city. Shit, am I fucking with a wife or daughter? Not that I haven’t done both but fucking with the Miles name might not be a smart idea. After all, I love to fuck women, but I don’t fuck women who can destroy my family company. The only thing I love more than blondes with fake tits is my company. Her hand snakes around my waist, down to my cock. She squeezes my tempted dick roughly. “You still wanna fuck me, Cash Green?”

  Shoving her hand away I finally turn to face her. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you, but I gotta know, are you the wife or the daughter of Miles and Miles law firm?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “It does. I don’t fuck married women.” She cocks an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “Okay, I don’t fuck women who are married to powerful and wealthy men. It’s a respect thing. It’s also bad for business to fuck the daughters of those men.”

  “Well, I’m the daughter but I’m also a grown woman who makes her own decisions.”

  “Is that right? So when I sneak off in the middle of the night you won’t send your daddy after me?”

  “You won’t sneak off.” Her confidence borders being cocky yet still sexy. Unfortunately for her, I don’t ever sleep with the women I fuck. Ever. It’s too intimate, and that’s not what I’m looking for.

  “I don’t sleep over. I fuck, and I do it well, but I don’t sleep over.” I shrug, offering no apologies. Relationships are not my thing. I’m not sorry for that.

  “We’ll see about that. Come on, pretty boy. Don’t make me regret giving you a chance.” Her hand once again finds my cock and squeezes tightly, almost to the point of pain but still on the borderline of pleasure.

  “Lead the way, princess,” I reply confidently, my hand finding its own way to her ti
ts. My fingers twist her nipple slightly, matching the pressure she’s putting on my dick. The people around us are too into the music and whatever partners their grinding into to give two shits about our showdown. I feel the pace of her breathing pick up. She releases my cock and brushes past me.

  Her pace is quick, urgent almost. I nearly have to jog to keep up with her. The second we exit the club we’re enveloped in the muggy night air. We’re halfway down the block before she slows her pace down.

  “Problem keeping up?” she teases.

  “Ah, no, princess, I just like the way your ass sways when you walk. I was enjoying the show.” I match her slower pace now as she leads me further from the club.

  “Should I get a cab?” I offer but she shakes her head no.

  “Just keep walking, it’s not far.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask, not used to being blindly led by anyone, much less a woman. Typically, women come to my place. It’s easier that way. I get my dick wet. She screams in pleasure, then leaves. Perfect.

  “My place, that a problem?” She gives me a side glance, her voice already dripping with sexiness. This woman is going to give me a run for my money.

  “Not at all.” We walk in silence a few more blocks, beads of sweat begin to form, and I wonder if she’s beginning to sweat. Then I wonder what she’ll look like underneath me drenched in sweat. I’m lost in thoughts of the things I’ll do to her when she stops in front of a large iron gate, sticking her key in the lock then pushing it open. The iron fence is lined with arborvitaes, giving complete privacy. The second we’re on the other side of the gate her mouth crashes into mine. The faint taste of the tequila is still present mixed with her fruity lip gloss. She tastes so damn good.

  I wind my hand through her hair, taking control, holding her head to mine. My other hand snakes down the front of her low cut top seeking out the nipples that have been teasing me all night long. The second my flesh is against hers, she moans into the kiss. My mouth presses into hers a little harder before pulling away. “If you do that again I’m likely to screw you right here on your front lawn.” Licking my lips, I back away, heeding my own warning.

  “Who’s to say I don’t want you to screw me right here, right now.” Slowly she comes toward me, a crooked smile on her face.

  “Just trying to be a gentleman.” My hands fly up in defense.

  “You, sir, are no gentleman, and in case you haven’t figured it out I’m no lady.” She stands still, the only part of her body that’s moving is her tongue licking her lips.

  “You’re right, I’m no gentleman,” I confess before closing the gap between us, our mouths dancing a slow erotic dance again. She shimmies out of her skirt just before I hook my fingers under her shirt, pulling it over her head. “Mmm, your tits are a fucking work of art. I’ve been dying to see them naked all night.” I stood slightly back, drinking in her body. Her rack is fake, but she has a damned good surgeon. They are fucking perfect round mounds– not too big or too small. The rest of her body curves in and out at exactly the right places. My mouth waters in anticipation of licking every fantastic inch of her body.

  “My turn, get naked, Cash,” she orders. I’ve never had a woman take charge before, especially when it comes to fucking. I kinda like it. Not enough to let it continue. I’m in control. I’m always in control of every situation, including fucking.

  “You’ll see enough of me later, right now it’s about you, Hannah Miles.” Before she can protest, I cover her mouth with mine while my hand slips between her legs. My fingers are met with slippery warmth and their touch elicits another moan from her. I slip my finger inside before breaking the kiss, knowing she’ll be at my mercy. She audibly draws a gasp of air when I begin to explore the warmth of her pussy. I dip my head down to taste those glorious nipples that have been flirting with me all night. Her hand winds in my hair, holding my head in place, sucking her nipples. I feel her muscles tighten telling me she’s close to coming. Swiftly my finger comes out of her, and I release my hold of her tit.

  “Not yet, doll.” In one motion I lift her off the ground then lay her down on the soft grass before burying my face between her legs. Her juices coat my mouth as I suck and lick her until I feel her beginning to tremble again.

  “I’m going to come, Cash,” she pants. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I gently tug her clit with my teeth causing her pussy to explode. Juices run down my hand and into my mouth. When the trembling slows I lift my head from between her legs. “Where else can I fuck you or are we going to stay out here all night?”

  “Carry me inside, I can’t walk after that.” I think it was meant to be an order but the way her head falls back tells me I just rocked her world like no other man has done. Feeling proud, I give in and lift her naked, sated body in my arms, carrying her to the front door.

  “I didn’t grab your clothes or purse, is it locked?”

  “Yeah, you can put me down now.” I lower her to the ground then watch as she presses her thumb onto the doorknob, unlocking it.

  Once behind the closed door, she wastes no time returning the oral sex favor. Without question she rips my shirt open. My pants barely hit the floor before she is on her knees, my cock in her mouth. “Yeah, suck it hard,” I order. The sound of her slightly gagging makes my dick grow harder. She moves her mouth between my shaft and balls, sucking and licking in sweet succession. Her fingernails dig into the flesh of my ass while my own fingers get tangled in her hair. Her lust filled eyes turn up to look at me. Watching her watch me while my cock takes residence in her mouth builds pressure until I’m exploding in her mouth. Once she drains my cock dry, she stands up and walks further into the house.

  We drink wine and fuck well into the night, in positions that would be impossible for most people, in nearly every room of her house. We use every condom I had on me and one of hers. After hours of screwing we fall asleep in front of her fireplace. I wake just before dawn, gather my stuff, and leave. I don’t sleep over, ever. That little nap was more than I normally do, but I had to regain enough energy to walk back to my car.

  I pass her discarded clothes on the front lawn and chuckle. She was definitely a good lay. One of the wildest I’ve ever had. I almost hope I’ll see her again. Fuck her again. Almost, but not quite.

  ***

  The sun is coming up as I enter my penthouse apartment. Tossing my keys on the hall table I walk into my living area. The sun’s first rays light the expansive room. The view and direction of the sunrise is the main reason I bought the place. That, and it’s right across the street from my company building. It’s big, too big for me alone, but it works. It’s just temporary anyway, convenience and investment like everything else in my life.

  I collapse on my couch, pulling out my cell phone which I haven’t looked at since meeting Hannah last night. Missed call from Gran who of course left a voicemail.

  “Cash, it’s Gran. I hope you’re not out being a man slut. Just making sure you’re safe and that you’ll be taking me to the laundromat as promised tomorrow. Talk soon, love you. Stay away from tramps with herpes.”

  I have to laugh at my gran’s choice of words and attempt at being stern with me. She hates that I haven’t found the right girl to settle down with. She’s hoping I find the love of my life like she did with Granddad and my father did with my mother. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her love like that isn’t in the cards for me. She still tries, and I gotta love her for it. She’s the only woman in my life that I love and the only person who isn’t temporary. However, I’m dead tired and need to nap before I pick her up for her weekly laundromat trip.

  I still haven’t figured out why the hell she likes to hang out there. She says she likes to people watch, but I can think of a million other places to watch people and the laundromat is not on that list. I do it anyway without question because it makes her happy, and her happiness is most important to me.

  I have to talk myself into showering before falling asleep. It’s been a long
time since I had an all night sex session but as tired as I am, I have to get her smell off of me. Nothing worse than waking up smelling like old sex. I lazily slip out of my clothes then into my shower, letting the hot water rinse away the night. Exhaustion overtakes me as I climb into bed, still slightly damp and nude. My eyes close at the same time my phone buzzes. I consider ignoring it but the hour forces me to open my eyes and check it. Not many people would text or call at this time of the night. Or morning. I reach for my phone and hope it’s nothing to do with Gran. An unknown number comes across my screen. I slide my finger revealing a text message.

  Hi, fucking Cash Green. Thanks for the servicing. Can’t wait to do it again.

  Moaning I quickly delete her message then roll over, finally allowing sleep to take me.

  ***

  Incessant ringing pulls me from the wet dream that’s got my dick standing at attention. Grabbing my phone I glance at the caller ID. Gran. No faster way to kill a hard-on then a call from my grandmother.

  “Hello,” I answer, trying not to sound sleepy. Or horny. You’d think after the marathon sex with Hannah I’d be celibate for a while.

  “Cash, it’s Gran,” she replies sounding frantic. No matter how many times I tell her she doesn’t have to identify herself when she calls, she still does.

  “What’s wrong, Gran?” I ask, sitting up, trying to wake up. Feeling my erection fade away, somewhat painfully. I need to take a piss.

  “I should be asking you that! You didn’t return my call last night or this morning. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon and you haven’t even checked in at the office.” Her words tumbled quickly out of her mouth. Two o’clock? Fuck! I only meant to nap for a few hours, not the entire day.

  “Gran, calm down. I’m fine. I had a late night is all, and it’s Saturday. I don’t work on Saturdays.”

  “Out with another floozy?” Her accusation half amuses me and half pisses me off. I know she means well but Jesus, I’m a grown ass man. How is it that her reprimanding tone always takes me back to being that twelve year old asshole kid who didn’t know how to stay out of trouble?