I click the link in the body of the email to find a picture of Maya and myself getting into my Ferrari after Ivy’s party, the pair of us still in our costumes. There’s nothing sinister about the photo, it’s the write-up underneath that’s damning.
Prince Charming & His Many Princesses
Billionaire mogul, Grayson Rush, was last seen leaving a party dressed up as Prince Charming Saturday night. His companion, another unknown female dressed as Cinderella, left the scene with both shoes firmly on her feet. Though that wasn’t surprising, our resident heartthrob isn’t known for choosing one woman in particular to place a shoe on her foot, or a ring on her finger. In reality, Prince Charming is fully aware of his attributes, and knows that one woman alone won’t ever be enough to bring him to his knees. However, Cinderella gets points for trying. Let’s take a look at Rush’s fancies from this month alone. . .
I scroll through the rubbish, passing picture upon picture of the last few fucks I had, including the blonde I met before Maya. Since then, there’s been no one else besides her. Not that it makes any of this better, the article has already rubbed Maya’s nose in it. When I hit the bottom of the page I read the closing sentences.
With all this evidence, there’s only one thing left to say. Move on, Cinderella. There’s no Happily Ever After for you here.
Christ, talk about being cringeworthy. But, more importantly, how much damage has that poorly written, tasteless article cost me? I click reply on the email, and begin typing.
Maya,
Ugly women and jealous men are the bane of my existence. Droll like this conquers the net because I’m something they want but can’t have. Let them bask in their small-minded glory, and come join me at lunch for a good fucking. My dick’s twitching at the thought of reacquainting itself with your perfectly shaved pussy.
Don’t let this boner go to waste; I’m getting older every day.
Grayson
CEO Rush Enterprises
It doesn’t take long for Maya to reply:
Grayson,
With erections dwindling in your future it would be sacrilege to let such a mighty warrior down easily. Prepare for war, this woman is starved.
Your office. Midday?
Maya
Junior Graphic Designer
Enhance Graphics & Design
I reply just as quickly:
Maya,
Meet me on the eleventh floor.
Don’t be late.
Grayson
CEO Rush Enterprises
With a satisfied smile on my face, my blue mood lifts. Midday will soon be here.
~ £ ~
“I want the floors carpeted,” I say to my interior designer as we stand in the middle of the eleventh floor.
She looks at me over the rim of her glasses, her distaste evident.
Well, fucking tough. This is my building. I’m the one paying her. “This floor will be filled with women in heels and men in shoes. I don’t want them tearing out each other’s hair because of the constant clicking on the floor. I want carpet,” I say again.
She touches my arm, her fake, manicured nails press into my skin as my shirt sleeves are rolled up, my jacket’s tossed to the side. “I think carpet sounds perfect,” she purrs.
I shake her off, uninterested in her heavily made-up face, and clear high maintenance. You see what I meant before about women wanting me? I can’t even have a straightforward business meeting without this hussy coming on to me.
Look at her, it’s sickening how desperate she is. Never mind the fact I can’t stop staring at the lipstick on her teeth every time she opens her mouth. That’s nasty.
Bleurgh.
Ladies, here’s a tip. If you’re going to try attracting guys with your brightly coloured lips, make sure you’ve looked in the mirror first. Trust me on this one, a smudge of red on your teeth is as bad as having spinach stuck in them. It’s not sexy, and we sure as hell won’t be kissing you when all we’ll be thinking about is that stain. Cue the Jaws theme tune.
“Grayson?”
I look up at the familiar voice calling my name, remembering how good it sounds on her lips. My smile is genuine, relaxed, relieved. She made it.
“Maya.” I stroll purposefully towards her, and without hesitation I take her lips. My kiss is soft, welcoming, like two lost lovers being reunited. For a moment, I forget my rules relating to professionalism and indulge myself with the essence that calms my mind and soul.
“I’m glad you came,” I say, pulling away at the sound of my designer purposefully coughing.
“What’s going on?” She stares around me at the platinum blonde Barbie, her brows raised.
“Work,” I sigh. “Five minutes and then it’s you and me. I promise.” I grab her hand, and introduce the two, knowing it will be entirely too rude not to. “Maya, this is Tahlia my designer. Tahlia, this is Maya.” I stay away from any titles of ownership, after all, Maya and I have only spent one weekend together. I’m not about to go calling her my girlfriend.
“What about colour theme?” Tahlia asks.
I take the print out from my pocket, letting Maya see her Rush House graphic on the card. “This is your palette. And I want the blue to pop against the grey, black and white.” I smile at Maya, she’s busy snorting.
“Have the carpet to match. The furnishings will arrive next week, so I need it done fast. Don’t disappoint me, Tahlia.”
“Have I ever?” She takes the card and departs without another word, but she can’t resist trailing that grubby mitt of hers over my arm once more.
Inside I’m squirming, my skin’s crawling, but I don’t let on. When her perfumed stench has finally left the building, I’m able to breathe again.
“Why are we here, Grayson? What is this place?”
Now that we’re alone I have the luxury of taking in her beauty. It’s something I have every intention of doing from now on. Oh, and did I mention her glasses are back again? Who knew large, geeky frames were so fucking sexy? Oh, that’s right. Superman does.
I move around the large room, heading towards the windows that relay a decent view. Sure, it’s not as perfect as my office, but the landscape is still entirely London.
“This floor will be Rush House,” I say as Maya steps beside me. “And this,” I point to the space we’re standing in. “Will be your office if you agree.”
Smooth, right? I thought so, too.
“Are you bribing me, Grayson?”
“I’m not above a little dirty persuasion. How’s work been this morning?”
She sighs as she keeps her focus out the window. “For a Monday morning, it hasn’t been that bad, but then again I’ve had an account to focus on.”
I run my finger along her cheek. “But you’re still not happy.”
“No, I’m not. But that doesn’t make my decision any easier. Grayson, I don’t want to be labelled as the ditzy brunette that can’t get her dream job without your help.”
“Will you prefer it if I interview you? The job will already be yours, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to say yes.”
I’ve said this before. When I want something, there isn’t anything I won’t do to get it.
“I don’t even have an office, I have a cubicle,” Maya mutters like she’s trying to find a way to convince herself to make the right choice.
I stand behind her, pulling her to lean into me. “Do you know what the best thing will be about all of this?” I trail my tongue along her neck. She moans in response. “You’ll be in the same building as me. I’m foreseeing a lot of lunchtime lays.”
“Like this one?” She turns and abruptly attacks my face, ripping the buttons from my shirt. She’s a blazing firecracker on the edge of explosion, and I can’t wait to be engulfed by her burning embers.
Her haste has me multitasking like a fucking pro. I’m undoing her dress, removing my shirt, kissing her fiercely, all the while trying to stop my own premature detonation.
Our clothes lie in a
heap on the floor, my cock is wrapped, and I’m finally able to do the one thing I haven’t stopped thinking about since the first day we met.
I lift her effortlessly in my arms, and I’m rewarded with a face full of tit. Motorboat, anyone?
She squeaks when her bare cheeks hit the cold, glass window, but it doesn’t hinder her from directing my cock inside her. There’s no foreplay just an absolute urgency for need.
I plunge inside her with ease, feeling every inch of her slick pussy tighten around me. Her hands bunch in my hair, guiding my mouth to hers. She’s ravenous for my taste.
I’m building a heavenly rhythm, my breath’s leaving my body with heavy pants, and our skin is glossy with sweat. My muscles ache deliciously; I continue to pound.
“Harder, Grayson. I’m close.”
I hold on to her tighter, and ram my cock in and out like I’m a machine stuck on ‘Go’. Maya moans with great pleasure, her mouth’s open with the ecstasy. I push her over the edge, and she calls my name again.
“Shit, Maya.” I let loose, no longer able to control my cum as her pussy sucks me dry.
“I think we just christened my new office,” she whimpers.
With her legs still wrapped around my body, I stare into her eyes. Did I just hear correctly? “You’re accepting the job?”
She nods. “I’ll be stupid to turn this chance down. Enhance Graphics & Design can screw me. I’m done with them.”
There are few times I’ve worn the smile I’m currently wearing. The first is when I became a millionaire. The second is when I became a billionaire. Do you see a pattern here? This is my money-making smile. So, why does Maya get it now?
Because I’ve just hit the fucking jackpot.
“No, sunshine. I’ll be the only one screwing you,” I say as my dick awakens.
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m ready.”
Chapter Fourteen
~ £ ~
“Hasn’t changed much, has it?” Cam says, jumping out of Layla’s typical girly sports car - a silver Audi TT.
Shaking my head, I open my Range Rover’s boot, aware that a pile of manly-stacked boxes might attack me at any second. “Not even a lick of paint. Look, it’s still that delightful shade of inspiring beige.”
“Oh, the wisdom that comes from staring at the dull walls,” he mocks, touching his forehead.
“Before you two go bouncing down memory lane, maybe you should start helping me make my tales of university joy instead.”
“I’m in no rush. Are you in a rush, Grayson?”
I smile at Cam, folding my arms over my chest. “Not in the slightest. Maybe we should go get a drink before we start on all this heavy lifting?”
“Excellent idea. There’s a great new bar on the other side of London that just opened, with traffic we might get there in say. . . two hours?”
“Aren’t you a pair of funny fannies? Please don’t make me miss out on freshers.”
Shit. How did I forget about the week-long party that starts at the beginning of every new Uni year? It’s the ultimate fuck-fest for horny teenagers, and my sister is going to be a part of it.
Balls. Why haven’t I bought that island already?
“You’ve totally just killed my buzz, Layla.”
“Better call Maya then. I hear she’s been making you all kinds of happy.”
Like a reflex I smile at the mention of her name.
“Bloody hell, you’re smitten, aren’t you?”
I grab a box. “Are you surprised?” I lead the way with a pair of raised eyebrows following close behind.
“She must be something extraordinary if she has you on your knees already.”
I stop mid-stride. “You were the one that told me to pursue her.”
“I know. It’s just, I don’t want you to move too fast.”
Does it seem like I’m moving too fast? It’s felt like quite the opposite, like I haven’t had enough time spent with Maya. If I could have it my way, we’ll be shacked up in bed for the entire week without a single interruption. No work. No friends. No family. Just her and me, and a fridge full of food. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
“Would you rather I move fast with one girl, or continue shagging countless others on a weekly basis?”
She holds my arm. “I just don’t want you to get hurt the way Sabrina broke your heart.”
It’s touching, isn’t it? To have a sister look out for me the way my mother doesn’t.
“I can never be hurt like that again. I learn from my mistakes, Layla.” At least, I think I do. “Now open this door so we can get on with this.”
Oh, how I regret not hiring someone to do the dirty work for us. I thought about it, but there’s something symbolic about being the one to move my sister into the new chapter of her life. Just like everything else, I’ve always been there for her - to clean wounds, feed her growling stomach, and help her with schoolwork. I guess I know what I’ll be doing when she moves out.
Her gasp as she opens the door is hysterical. Her squeal isn’t. “This is it? This is all the room I get?”
Cam is bursting out with laughter, dumping the box in his hands on the small square of carpet. “You’ve got this one,” he hastily says, disappearing back into the hallway where a crowd of nubile teens have gathered.
Bastard.
“What did you expect, Layla? This is university accommodation not The Savoy.”
“Oh, no. I can’t do this. I take back every word I’ve said. Let me move in with you. Plllleeeeaaaasssseeee.”
She’s clutching on to my arm, batting her eyes at me as if that’s going to smooth me over. Okay, I admit, sometimes it works. But not today. Layla has a lesson to learn first.
“I gave you your chance and you told me that I’d hinder your experience. So you can ‘rough it’ with everyone else.”
Honestly, you’d think I’m leaving her in a tent in a field the way she’s behaving.
“But, Grayson. It’s so small! Even I have to move sideways between the bed and desk and I’m tiny!”
I laugh, it’s true. I can just about shuffle around the room myself. “You can stay with me every now and again, but you’re sticking to your year’s contract.”
“O-kay,” she huffs, pouting just as Cam returns with more boxes. He hedges around the door to see if we’re done talking. Chickenshit.
Did you notice how easily Layla gave in then? I’m seeing some payback in my future that I know is going to cost me. She never gives in to an argument quickly.
“Consider yourself lucky, kiddo. My room was half this size during my first year. I had to tape a piece of wood to my bed just to get a desk, and every morning I banged my head on the fucking thing sticking out on the side. Not one of my best inventions, I must admit.”
“I’m pretty sure it was your only invention,” I say to Cam.
“Well, we can’t all have strengths in making shit up, Rush.” He taps me on the arm as he leaves the room.
I chuckle at his insinuation, and follow after him. “You unpack, we’ll get the rest,” I say to Layla, needing an escape before any more whining commences. “Did you get a good eyeful?”
“Dude, I’m telling you. I’ve forgotten how heavenly this place is.” He takes another long look at the low-riding, shorts-wearing girl passing by.
“Are you really this desperate for pussy you’re checking out teenagers now? Haven’t I taught you anything?”
He shrugs, smirking. “No harm in looking, right? Say, Layla’s getting hotter every day,” he smirks, wiggling his bushy brows repeatedly.
“Don’t make me embarrass you in front of all the talent, Cam.”
“I’m just saying she’s going to be some excellent prey to a bunch of younger versions of us.”
Fucking hell. Does he really think I want to be hearing this? My sister will remain celibate and entertain the notion of joining a convent indefinitely while she’s here.
That should work.
“Is she still a virgin?”
“CAMERON!” I shove him hard as we near the car. “We are not talking about this. Ever.”
He’s chuckling hard, grabbing another box. “It’s like taking candy from a baby.”
“What is?” I grump.
“Winding you up, dude. But in all seriousness, is it painful for you?”
I almost don’t want to ask. “What?”
“Being here after what Sabrina did.”
I see the concerning frown on Cam’s face. “Not really. If Layla hadn’t mentioned her earlier, she probably wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.” Don’t look at me sceptically. I try not to dwell on the past when my present is so fortuitous. I have nothing to be sorry for.
“Did you ever hear from her afterwards?”
I shake my head. “I think she moved away, and I’ve been too busy since to give a shit.”
For those of you wondering, Sabrina is the bitch to blame for all my current relationship issues. It turns out not all women that say they love you can be monogamous when you’re busy spending your time perfecting the recipe that’s about to make you millions. Some think I deserve her cheating on me for not paying her enough attention, but you know what? A real woman would’ve had the decency to dump me first. But not Sabrina, she was determined to get her own back on me. I was clueless for months that she felt I’d been neglecting her, but you know what she did? That stupid thing you women do where you don’t tell the guy what you’re actually feeling.
You can decide for yourself whether I’ve earnt your sympathy, but at least you know why I like to keep sex simple now. Or at least before Maya I did. And for the record, no one deserves to be cheated on.
“Okay, that’s the last box,” I say to Layla as I squish into the room, balancing it on top of the life-size Jenga game she’s got going on. “Do you need anything else?”
She hops from one foot to the other. “Some food? And a lifetime supply of coke?” Hell, that sounds like my sister alright. She’ll have type-2 diabetes by the time she’s thirty regardless of how athletic she is. “I thought you said you’d sorted everything out?”
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