I head to the basement floor where my parking lot is located. I walk through it, trying to decide which car I am going to pick. I choose what car to drive depending on my mood. I always liked cars and speed. In fact, I have attended many speed racing events in my life that I have lost count at this point. My eyes catch the classic, black Bugatti Chiron that I purchased about a year ago. Bingo! That is my car for today. What’s scaring me about myself is that I am dressed in my most expensive suit, picking up the sexiest car I own, all to impress her. I am doing this for her, and this is something that I have never ever done with a woman before. I get in my car and drive downtown to where the restaurant is located. I give a good tip to the young valet so he can take good care of my car, and I head inside the restaurant. A young, short, blonde attendant comes to greet me with a big smile.
“Hi, and welcome to Tosca.” She eyes me up and down. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes, under Liam Adams,” I say firmly.
“Mr. Adams.” She pauses. “Follow me, please.”
I follow the blonde beauty, who leads me to the 4th floor where the beautiful terrace with the mesmerizing view is located. I look around and I don’t see Alyssa. She must be on her way here. I take a seat and order a glass of whiskey. Nervous a little bit but so far, I’ve been good at managing my emotions around her. That’s just who I am, I am very hard to read. It is the secret to becoming a successful businessman. After my dad handed me the company, I made more profit in the last three years than he ever made in his whole entire life. It is what I do, fooling people into believing that their business is garbage, offering them a small price for it that looks huge to them because of their desperation that’s caused by all the depth they would be drowning into, they settle for any amount offered and I end up turning their business into a huge success.
I take a quick glance at my watch, 7:26 p.m. she should be here soon. I look up, and there she is, accompanied with the same blonde chick who lead me up here. She is wearing a black plain dress, not showing anything and the urge to fuck her is even bigger now, despite her being dressed conservatively while standing next to the blondie who’s showing way too much cleavage. She gives me one of her beautiful smiles, and I stand up as soon as she gets to the table.
“Hi,” she says, her voice is soft. “It is a beautiful spot in here.” She takes a seat, and I don’t say anything. Instead I just stare at her. I can’t help but embrace how beautiful she is.
“Can I start you off with something to drink?” asks blondie.
“Sure, can I have some water please?” Her voice is gentle.
“No alcohol?” I ask.
“I am trying to be on my best behavior.” She smiles, and my heart drops to my knees. I wish we could skip all of this and just head to the bedroom already.
“Alright, water it is, Mira will be your server for today,” she says before walking away.
Her beauty is making me edgy.
“You look nice,” I say. But really, I mean hot, seductive, beautiful, stunning, and the list goes on...
“Thank you.” Her cheeks turn red. “Should we take a look at the menu?”
“Sure.”
We each open our menus. I already know what I am going to be ordering: prawn orecchiette with roasted-shell olive oil. But I pretend like I am going through the menu just in case she needs help, because by the addled look on her face, I conclude she is not used to restaurants like this. I take a quick glance at her. “Need help?”
“Umm… It is very expensive to eat in this place, apparently.” She giggles.
“We make money so we can spend it,” I say my eyes pinned on her. She must think I am a creep for always staring at her, but she is irresistible.
“To be honest…” She closes the menu. “I have no idea what I am going to eat, I’ll just take whatever you are taking.”
“Sounds good.”
The waitress stops by our table and places the glass of water in front of Alyssa, who smiles and thanks the waitress for doing her job.
“Hi, my name is Mira, and I will be your server today. Are you guys ready to order?”
“Yes we are,” I say. “We would like to have two plates of prawn orecchiette with roasted-shell olive oil.”
“Please,” says Alyssa with a smirk on her face.
“Please,” I repeat after her while looking straight into her eyes.
“Of course,” says the waitress right before walking away.
A moment of awkward silence passes between us that consists of soulful eye contact. I can tell she has so many things to say but she doesn’t know where to start, in fact, I can even sense she is just as nervous as I am, and that her body aches for my touch. I can just tell because she is that clear, innocent, and easy to read.
“So I wanted to have dinner with you so we can get to know each other,” I break the silence, and her cheeks turn even more pink. “So you live with your grandmother, you bake cookies, make great coffee and…” I pause. She giggles at my comment.
“You got that right, I am twenty-two years old, I love books and music,” she adds. “How about you, Mr. Adams?”
“Call me Liam,” I say firmly. “I live by myself, and I love cars. In fact, I have a collection of them.” She giggles again at my words, and I smirk.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No I don’t have a boyfriend.” She pauses. “How about you, Liam, do you have a girlfriend? A wife?” she asks.
Liam... God, my name sounds so sweet coming from her lips. No boyfriend? I figured.
“No, I don’t, I don’t have time to have a wife or a girlfriend.”
Her lips form into half a smile, and a look of disappointment shows on her beautiful face.
The waitress comes back with our food, places a plate in front of each one of us, and leaves. Without a word, Alyssa starts eating.
My cute, hungry bunny.
“You like it?” I ask.
“Hmm…” She swallows. “I do very much, thank you.”
“So I want to ask you a question,” I say, and her eyes widen. I clear my throat. “I would like to have sex with you.”
Her mouth drops open slightly, and she drops the fork on the table.
“As soon as possible,” I add. Shit that didn’t come out properly did it? I just keep making this conversation worse.
“What do you think?” I ask and take another bite of my food, pretending like anxiety isn’t filling me as we speak.
“Is this a joke?” Her tone is calm, calmer than ever, which is making my anxiety even worse. I take another sip of my glass of whiskey, hoping the alcohol kicks away the uneasiness I am feeling right now.
“No, it is not,” I add. “I don’t do romance, but I find you extremely attractive, and yes, ever since the first day I met you,” I pause, “I just can’t stop thinking about you, and I thought I should bring it up,” I add. “Only if you would be interested, of course.”
“So you asked me to go on dinner with you so you could ask me if I want to sleep with you.” Her answer is firm and calm.
I nod my approval.
“And what makes you think I want to sleep with you?”
There it is, the sass that I happen to love about her.
“I don’t think that. In fact, I am not sure. But that is why I am asking you.”
“Do you think that’s professional? You are my boss at the end of the day.” Her eyebrows furrow.
“No, it is not professional, and I have never done this with any of my staff before, but we are adults.” I pause. “And I want you.” My tone is cold, colder than ever. It must be the alcohol. She bites her lower lip, and starts playing with a lock of her hair while looking down. She is shy, I made her shy, and right now she is making me all kinds of horny.
“So what do you think?” I cross my arms over my chest. She looks at me, her breathing is getting heavier by the second. She is anxious but I know very well that she wants me just as much as I want her.
“I
don’t know... can we just get out of here?” she adds. “It’s getting hotter by the minute.” I reach out to my wallet and leave a stack of money on the table for the waitress. It could be one hundred or three hundred dollars, I don’t even care, I just want to take her out of here just like she asked.
“Alyssa, wait,” I call her name when she starts walking so fast, but she doesn’t stop, I grab her arm.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I say, my voice is soft, for once.
“No, it’s fine,” she says, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
We head downstairs, and the Valet brings the car.
“Wow, this is yours?” She points a finger to my car, and I nod. “Nice car.”
I smile as I open the passenger’s door for her.
“So where are we going?”
“We’re gonna go for a ride,” I say, and all she does is smile. We drive off, blasting music, and I can tell she is fascinated with how fast and amazing this car is. I start going even faster, and she loves it, big smiles and giggles coming out of her luscious lips, and I can’t help but think about how truly amazing she is. Inside and out. It is me, the asshole, who just wants to fuck her and ditch her. But she is not that kind of girl and this is what’s making it harder for me. I should be on my way to the penthouse right now, but instead I find myself driving to Long Island, more precisely to Hewlett Bay Park where my house is located. The house that no woman has ever set foot in: my home.
I drive along the pathway after my security guards allow me in, and her eyes widen.
“Is this your house?” Her eyebrows rise.
“Yes,” I reply, my eyes still on the road. I get in the basement and park the car, we both get out, and she is still surprised.
“So you live here all by yourself?”
“Yes, this is my home.”
“And these are your cars?” She points at the cars parked all over the parking lot, and I nod.
“Indeed, they are all mine.”
“So you really do love cars, don’t ya?” She laughs, she finds it funny, and I love it.
We walk inside the house, and her eyes look around. I can tell she is amazed with how beautiful the house is, and it feels nice to have someone appreciate what you own. Only that I have always thought this place is empty, besides me and my security guards, no one other than us lives here, and as I show her around I can’t help but notice how different this place looks now that she is in it. It might sound weird, but it feels more like a home than it ever felt. And this is a new feeling that I have discovered, again, through Alyssa. I take her to the living room, the first thing that catches her attention is the classic piano that my mother used to play on when I was a kid.
Blood rushes through my veins, and my eyes widen with astonishment as she starts playing.
“You play?” I ask while getting closer to her.
“Yes, I do, but not that much anymore.” She pauses. “I used to play more as a teenager.”
A moment of silence fills the air right before she moves to the right to make me some space on the piano bench so I can sit next to her.
As soon as I take a seat beside her, heat starts coursing between us as our eyes get locked to each other. Only a matter of seconds till our mouths collide and my body shivers of desire. I scoop her up and make her straddle me, she is so tiny that I could pick her up with one arm only, I slide my tongue even deeper inside her mouth. I bite her lip, and she moans. She moans, and it only makes my erection even harder. I get up while still holding her, her soft legs wrapped around my waist reminding me of our library make out session. I throw her on the couch, and she looks at me with her big brown eyes.
“Wait,” she whispers, but I don’t pay attention to what she is saying. I am too busy getting undressed.
“Remove your dress,” I order.
She doesn’t obey, so I start undressing her myself, like I don’t have time to waste, like I needed to be inside of her two minutes ago, and at this moment, I don’t care whether she wants to do this or not, all I know is that this is what I want. And if this is what’s going to make my constant thoughts about her vanish, then I am going to do it despite what she thinks or wants.
Once again, our lips began to make lustful actions, but this time, they are a little more violent that she puts her arms around my neck in order to keep her balance. We do this while I remove her bra. Her breasts are perfect and rounded. I squeeze them till she moans again.
“Remove your panties,” I order, and this time, she does exactly as I say.
“Open your legs.” She opens them slowly, revealing her pussy. Without hesitation, I get on top her and slide my cock in between her legs. She screams and tears start filling her eyes. I stop for a moment to look at her. My eyes travel down her body to where my cock is buried. She is bleeding a little. I panic but I don’t pull out in fear of hurting her even more than I already did, so I remain inside of her.
She is a virgin, or was one, about a minute ago.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” My tone is harsh, but I don’t mean it. I didn’t wanna hurt her, and it is killing me that I did.
“I was going to but…” she cries. “Just keep going.” she pauses and gazes at me with her watery eyes. “Please, I want this,” she begs.
I kiss her gently this time, while moving inside her slowly. She is so tight, it feels amazing. I never took anyone’s virginity before, and as bad as it sounds, my dick only keeps getting bigger as I move inside of her.
I am happy yet sad because the man who took her virginity away, will never give her the love and affection she deserves, that man, is surrounded by monsters and his world is all about money and darkness, that man happens to be me.
Alyssa
“How?” he asks as soon as we both get out of the shower and he hands me a towel.
“How what?” I wrap myself up while he dresses in sweatpants only.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend? A lover? You’ve just never done anything?”
“No, I wasn’t interested in anybody.” I pause. “Before.”
He grabs my head in the palm of his hands and kisses my forehead. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, like he was worried about something or carrying a burden he couldn’t share with anybody. And all of this made me believe that, in fact, he does have emotions, he just chooses not to show them like he is trying to protect himself from harm.
“Is everything okay?” I ask worriedly.
“Yes of course.” He pauses. “I am just hungry.”
We head to the kitchen where he opens his fridge.
“What do you wanna eat?” He glances at me.
“I don’t know, anything. I am not too hungry, so an apple would do the job.”
He smirks and hands me an apple. He takes one for himself too.
I take a bite. His eyes don’t leave my lips.
“So, any siblings? Any family members? You know as your assistant, I really don’t know anything about you.”
“Maybe it is better that way.” His expression is firm, he starts getting closer and stands inches away from me, my heart skitters, his gaze pinned on me. A moment of awkward silence and I ask him the questions I have been dreading ever since I got here.
“So how many women have been here before?”
“One.” He gazes at me. “The woman who raised me comes here to visit from time to time.”
I can tell this conversation is making him uncomfortable.
“So where do you have sex with women usually?”
“I have a penthouse, that’s where I have sex with women.” He gives me a penetrating stare, like he was tired of my questions or like he was wondering where the hell am I going with all of this, so I smile and I decide to head back to the living room so I can get dressed. He shows up at the entrance and leans against the wall where I notice a photo hung on his wall. I get closer to it, squinting my eyes while trying to get a better view. He was probably about four or five years old in the picture, a woman sitting next to
him, looking at him, I can’t really see her face. All I am able to see is long, dark hair pulled to her side.
“This is cute.” I point out at the picture. “You were a baby.”
He turns his head to look at the picture too. “It is my favorite picture.” There is a hint of sadness in his voice.
“So that is your mom?” He nods with his eyes still pinned on the picture.
I wish he could open up to me about whatever burden he keeps buried deep inside of him.
I look down, and I grab my heels off the floor.
“Thank you for tonight, I had fun,” I say as I brush past him. He grabs my arm, and I turn to face him.
“Luke will drive you. He is outside.” I nod with a smile.
He grabs a lock of my hair and kisses my forehead. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”
As soon as I get in the car with Luke, I lay in the back seat while replaying the whole night in my head. From getting ready, to going to the restaurant, to ending up naked in his arms. Who would have thought I would give myself to him that easily? I keep discovering new things about myself through him.
“Alyssa.” My attention goes to Luke, who is calling my name. I sit up.
“Yes, Luke.”
“This is for you.” He hands me a small package.
“It is the Plan B pill. Mr. Adams wants you to take it as soon as possible.”
“Plan B?” I get the prescription out of the package, trying to understand what this is for.
“The morning after pill?” He furrows his eyebrows, and my scalp prickles with shame.
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