by Rye Hart
“You know I don’t believe in that stuff, Lindy. It’s not easy being a dreamer when reality sucks.” I dealt with the ugly side of life on a daily basis with my father’s illness, and it was hard to see sunshine and rainbows, much less the cloud’s silver lining.
“Did you miss how incredibly hot and well-dressed they are? I bet those shoes on the tall, dark, and handsome one cost more than my freaking car. And lucky you, he’s still staring.”
I glanced over my shoulder and found that she wasn’t kidding around. He was still watching me through the window of the order station. I turned away quickly, but he didn’t seem so easily deterred.
I nudged Lindy who was still watching him as he watched us. “Stop it. You’ll encourage him. Besides, what’s a man like him going to want with a girl like me?”
“We’ve talked about what men want, and you’re a knockout, honey.”
“I’m a waitress who is barely making ends meet, with nothing going on in her life but watching her father grow sicker. So, let me bring this guy his coffee so he can get on with his life. I’m sure he needs plenty of time to buy more expensive shoes.”
I walked around and fixed my tray with their drink order and brought it over. I placed napkins on the table and then the juice, but each took the coffee cups straight from my hand. “You must be in serious need of a caffeine fix.” I placed the creamer service in front of them, but Dark Prince pushed it away.
“Thank you, Carrie,” he said, reading my name tag. “That’s a beautiful name.” Though he was paying compliments, his eyes were narrowed, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be seductive, or sizing me up.
I tucked my chin and fidgeted with my collar looking away. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I assumed a beautiful woman as yourself gets many compliments.” He sipped his coffee, and his friend turned his head to stare out the window. I wasn’t sure if he were genuine or not.
“Most people just order their food, eat it, and go.” I gave him a pointed look to let him know it was a suggestion, and his friend chuckled.
“Noted. Lucky for you I’ve never been like most people.” He returned a challenging stare along with a smile that lit his entire face. It made him appear much gentler than his previous look had.
“Lucky for me?” I gave a little laugh and was about to come back at him when the bell rang and the cook hollered.
“Order up!”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Joe shaking his head. “I’ll be right back.”
I turned and went to get their order. As I served it, a bus with about twenty blue-haired old ladies came in on their way to a convention, and things got so busy it was all I could do to keep his coffee filled.
I brought them their check, and before I could say goodbye, one of the blue hairs called me over to tell me she needed extra napkins.
The bells sounded over the door, and I looked up to see them leaving. When I went to clear their table, I found a crisp hundred-dollar bill and a message scrawled on a napkin.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
CHAPTER THREE - CHANCE
I stared out the window of my hotel suite and could see the top of Angelo’s sign. It was a tiny speck in the distance, and I couldn’t help staring. The girl at the diner had been the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen; and I’d seen a lot of beautiful women.
Carrie had a wholesome beauty that was refreshing compared to most of the women I’d taken back home with me. I hoped that she wasn’t so pure that she wouldn’t go for my offer, but then, with the money attached, it would be hard for anyone to refuse.
“Hey, when you’re down there, bring me back some of those waffles with the maple bacon.” Nate had appreciated the diner’s food after all and hadn’t stopped talking about it since we’d left.
“I’ll try and remember.” I gave him a teasing grin.
“You’re really going to choose her? She didn’t seem like the freaky type.”
“Most of them aren’t.” I didn’t choose all my companions by how freaky they might be in the bedroom. I didn’t even choose them by their looks, though, admittedly, all of them were beautiful. It took something much more than that: a gut instinct.
“I bet they are when you get through with them?” He grinned and looked up to give me a wink.
Being my best friend, I’d shared with him the details of some of the trips and the women I’d share my time with, the same as he’d share with me about his. He was the only person aside from my intermediary that knew any details about my hobby.
I didn’t dignify his remark with a response, and instead got the call that my car had arrived, so I went down after a casual goodbye and headed to the diner.
The bells on the door announced my arrival as I walked in and spotted Carrie across the room.
She wasn’t wearing her uniform, and instead had on casual jeans and a top which hung off her shoulders to reveal blue tank straps beneath it. Her hair was the only thing about her that was the same, and she wore it pulled up in a high ponytail.
As I walked over, I could think of a few things to do with that hair of hers, and imagined myself holding those gorgeous locks from behind, and her panting beneath me.
“Hey there, big tipper.” She gave me a warm smile, but I could tell she was leery of me as she took a step back when I approached.
“Hello, Carrie. I was hoping I could talk to you on your break.”
“Oh? I’m not working. I’m only here to get my check. But I guess I can make a minute for that hundred you dropped.” She waved me along with her to a booth, and as we situated, another waitress stepped up with a big smile.
“Can I get you two anything?” She had a grin on her face, and a look in her eye that told me she knew about the tip, and I recognized her from the day before.
“No, thanks, Lindy. I’m good.”
Carrie glanced up at me, and I decided I better order something.
“Coffee, please. Black.” Lindy hurried away, and Carrie propped her elbows on the table and folded her arms casually.
“I would have introduced you, but since I don’t know your name—”
“I’m Chance.” I wouldn’t tell her my last name, and I didn’t want to know hers.
“I bet you are,” she quipped. She glanced over her shoulder as Lindy returned to the table and placed my coffee down in front of me and hurried away. “What do you want to talk about, Chance? I’ve got a busy day of catching up on life before I have to come back to this shithole.”
“I have a proposition for you.” I figured we might as well get down to business.
She stared at me for a moment, her eyes becoming suspicious. “A ‘proposition’? I think you have the wrong girl,” she said as she shook her head. She started to stand to go, but I reached out and touched her hand. “It’s not illegal, and it pays one hundred thousand dollars, so maybe you’d like to hear me out.” She stared at me like I’d lost my mind as I continued. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t make anywhere close to that, do you?”
“Is this a joke? Did Lindy put you up to this?” She turned and stared at the other waitress who was busy waiting on another table.
“I’m quite serious. Are you interested?”
She shrugged. “I’ll hear you out.” She lifted her shoulder and held up her hand, waving Lindy over. “Bring me a root beer with a splash of vanilla and cherry, please. And put it on Chance’s ticket.”
“Root beer? I haven’t had one of those since I was a kid.”
“It’s a house specialty. You should try one sometime. So, about this proposition?” She made an impatient gesture, waving me on.
“I’d like you to come stay with me for two weeks. Everything would be arranged through a contract, and I don’t need to know anything more about your personal life than your first name. I use a mediator, so they would ensure your safety and make sure the money is paid on time per the contract.”
“Wait, you’re ta
lking about sex?” I nodded, and she shook her head and laughed. “I’m not what you want. I’m not experienced for that kind of job, so maybe you should hire yourself a professional.” She pulled her lips into a tight line as Lindy dropped off her root beer and left.
“You’re exactly what I want. I’m intrigued by you, and I think we’d have a good time. My estate is gorgeous, so you could consider it a paid vacation if you like, and I’m sure that kind of money could change your life.”
“You have no idea.” She seemed as if she could cry, and I hated that she felt pressured. The fact that she hadn’t thrown the root beer in my face and slapped me, told me that she needed the money; badly. “Could I tell someone where I’m going?”
“Yes, and they could know how to contact the mediator if there’s any type of emergency.”
“Two weeks? Not a day longer?” She seemed to be really considering my offer, which made my dick twitch in my pants.
“Not an hour longer.”
She leaned in across the table. “I’ve got people who count on me, so if you’re dicking me around—”
“I’m not dicking you around. I’m a wealthy man, and I like to have what I want, but I also know that means paying handsomely for it. The rules are in place to ensure you’ll be safe, but there are also rules that protect me.”
“Protect you? From what?”
“From breaking the agreement, from going to the press and splashing my face and name all over the tabloids, etcetera.””
“In other words, if I take this deal—”
“I’m going to have you, anytime and anyway I want,” I finished.
Her mouth popped open, and she bit her bottom lip and met my eyes.
“It’s a lot to consider.” She wrung her hands on the table. “My father is sick, and I’m all he has.”
I placed my hands over hers and stroked them with my thumb. “Then I assume you aren’t in any position to say no.”
I gave her a moment to mull it over. “Should I have my man contact you?”
“As you said; what choice do I have?” I hated that her misfortune worked in my favor, but it wasn’t the first time, and in the end, the other women had been pleased with their time. Most jumped at the opportunity, but there were a few who were timid.
“It’s a yes or a no, Carrie. I can walk out that door and never see you again, but that would be a shame, don’t you think? Think of this as an adventure.” I gave her my warmest smile, and though she seemed reluctant, she gave me one in return.
“Then my answer is yes, so what do I need to do?”
I reached into my pocket and handed her a phone. It was the same one I used for all my women, and I had it wiped clean each time, and the number changed. “Take this, and a man named Rick Herring will contact you. He’ll make all the arrangements, and I’ll see you when you get there.”
“That’s it? I won’t see or talk to you until then?”
“No, but trust me, Carrie: we’re going to have a wonderful time.”
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What would you do...
If the man of your wet dreams made you an offer?
One that made you blush.
But accepting would mean total and complete submission.
It's sort of my thing...
I see a woman I want and I go all in.
One-hundred thousand dollars.
My private estate.
Non-stop orgasms.
No strings attached.
But there's one catch...
I own her for those fourteen glorious days.
Every delicious morsel.
It's how I feed the beast at night.
So I can conquer the world by day.
It's my equilibrium.
At least it was, until two weeks stopped being enough. How will I convince the woman of my dreams to stay after she's had a taste of the beast?
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CHAPTER ONE - ENZO
Esma was arriving home from private school today, and I was on cloud nine. I’d planned a week of activities– allowing me to selfishly soak in hours of father daughter time with my nine year old.
It’d been too long since she’d left for school. Three months, one week and five days to be exact. The private school my mother insisted we enroll her into kept Esma away for months at a time. Normally, I would object, but I knew it was undeniably the best schooling in the country and Esme and her education came first.
As an eligible bachelor, not to mention royal Prince, I had gorgeous women throwing themselves on me like clockwork. Who am I to deny myself the fruits of my lineage?
However, I often had to find creative ways to separate my carnal desires from my fatherly duties, and it wasn’t always easy. In this case, I’d spent the last seventy-two hours getting my horn dog tendencies out of my system.
My latest conquest was a sexy brunet by the name of Mina.
Mina was a screamer.
“Yes, Your Royal Highness!” Her chest heaved as she panted, her thighs quivering as she clenched her walls around my cock.
I thrust harder into the brunet as she held on tight to the column at the foot of my bed. The covers were strewn, hanging off onto the floor, and crumpled in a pile around us. By the time I was done with her, they’d be drenched.
I weaved my fingers through her long brown hair and pulled her head back. “Call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir!” As the words left her mouth, she hugged the column tighter, bringing her head to rest against it as she moaned loudly.
“I’m coming!” she screamed.
“That’s right. Soak it good, Mina, and I’ll give you a nice reward for serving your Prince.”
She was limp against the post and had sagged nearly down to the bed with her tight ass in the air as I held her hips.
“Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir.” She had endured my relentless thrusting for a good half hour, and lucky for her, I was nearly done. I pulled out, and with my fingers still woven through her hair, I led her around to face me.
“On your knees to serve your future King.”
She smiled as she got on her knees and took my cock into her hands.
“It’s so impressive, Sir.”
“Thank you, but it doesn’t get off on compliments.” I pushed my hips forward, and she turned her eyes down with a smile on her face and took me into her mouth. “Eyes up.” She looked up at me on my command.
She was quite impressive herself with her full lips and emerald green eyes, and she stroked my base nice and steady as she took me to the back of her throat and even down it a bit. She kept her tongue out, licking my shaft as her head bobbed and it didn’t take me long to release.
She worked me faster as I released and my eyes rolled back as I spurted hot jets of my royal seed into her mouth. No future kings were wasted as she took every single drop.
She pulled off, but I shook my head, urging her back down. I wanted round two, and she still had one hole I hadn’t explored. But before I could turn her around, there were footsteps echoing through my room. Only one person was bold enough to enter without knocking, and his voice sounded out in the distance.
“You might want to wrap it up, Your Royal Highness.”
“I wouldn’t come any closer, or you’ll see exactly what’s wrapped around it.” His footsteps silenced and I helped Mina, up from her knees. She righted her clothes as I pulled my robe on.
“Thank you, Your Royal Highness it’s been an honor to serve you.” Her eyes were dreamy, and with a smile on her face and my taste on her lips, she scurried out past Lucas.
I walked out to the sitting area where I found him waiting. He gave a nod, standing until I took a seat.
“I hope I didn’t interfere in your royal business - Sir.”
“You may also like to know that half the staff heard what was happening behind these walls.”
“Shit! The last thing I need is more gossip. Why are you so formal today, you know it drives me nuts.”
“I do, and normally I’d enjoy breaking your imperial balls even more” He chuckled and lowered himself to the sofa beside my chair. “Unless your mother was on the way.”
“Shit. Is she?” He gave a short nod as I raked my hand through my hair.
“Do I smell like sex?” I lifted my arm smelled myself.
“No, you’re good. Besides, I doubt your mother would recognize it.” He mumbled the last part under his breath, and I let it go. With my mother being the King’s wife, Her Royal Highness was not to be insulted.
“And, I thought I should warn you that Esme will arrive shortly from private school as well. She’s on her way from the airport now.”
“Do you know when my mother is set to arrive?” I’d no sooner asked when the door opened with a creaking sound, and my mother stalked in as if she ruled the kingdom.
“Enzo, darling?” Her voice carried through the room, and once she came in far enough, past the large columns and drapes that surrounded my lounge, Lucas and I shot to our feet to welcome her.
“Hello, Mother.” I walked forward and kissed her hand, and Lucas stayed in his bow until she acknowledged the gesture.
“I’m afraid I’ve not come with good news, dear. Your father has been to speak with the doctors. I’m afraid things are going to be happening pretty fast around here, and I’d like for you to be prepared. Your time as King is approaching faster than we’d hoped for. His cancer had spread.”
“How long?” My father, King Henri Roche of Aramis, had been diagnosed no more than two months ago, and while we knew the outlook wasn’t promising, we thought we’d at least have a few years.
“Another six months, if we’re lucky. He doesn’t want to die the King. He wants to go ahead and relinquish his throne to you.”
