The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter Three

Dominic

I sat at the desk with my laptop open and cell phone in hand. I was jumping back and forth between answering texts and emails and actually trying to read this contract. The thing that really pissed me off is this contract was supposed to be here yesterday. Now I was stuck in Vegas longer than I wanted to be. I took off my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. Not one f*****g thing had gone right since we broke ground on the new hotel here. I knew what needed to be done, but I wanted to try every other solution I could first. Unfortunately, I’m out of ideas. 

I opened my eyes when I heard the bedroom door open. I saw Paul enter with yet another stack of papers in hand. “I swear to god, if that’s more s**t for this damn hotel I’m going to set it on fire.” 

“No, nothing like that. I printed out your schedule for New York and then this here is the signed paperwork from Ms. Lianna.” Paul said while laying everything out in front of me. 

I picked up the papers from Lianna and read the note on the first page. “Dominic, Everything has been completed per the conversation I had with Paul. I personally witnessed her signing to ensure accuracy. As you know, I have no problem fulfilling special requests as long as proper notice is given. I’ve reworked Ms. Taylor's schedule this time, but I can not guarantee I'll be as accommodating in the future. -L” I crumbled up the paper and threw it into the garbage can. 

“Do you have an idea of what time you want to leave today?” Paul asked. 

I glanced at my phone to check the time. “Tell them to have the plane ready in four hours.” Paul nodded and walked away. “f**k, I almost forgot. When we return to Vegas in a couple of weeks we need to set up a more permanent residence. At least until this s**t show is completed.” I waved my hand over my laptop. 

“Do you want to stay on the strip or are you looking to keep a low profile?”

“Low profile.” 

“I’ll let the staff here know to start getting your house ready. Don’t worry, everything will be taken care of by the time we come back.” 

I nodded my head and turned back to my desk. When I heard the door close I picked up the papers that Lianna sent over. I glanced down to the signature, Quinn Taylor.  I opened a new browser and did a quick google search of her name. Once I could get more information on her I would have a full background check done. But for now, this would have to do. Hmm, nothing but a lot of men named Quinn. I thought her having a somewhat unique first name would make it easier. But, I was wrong. I wonder if she has googled me yet. I quickly typed in my name and hit search. All too soon my face was plastered across the screen. So many photos and numerous articles to click on. 

I scrolled down and came across one that read “Dominic Randazzo III set to take control of his family's empire due to the sudden death of his father.” Those who were a part of our inner circle knew that everything about that headline was bullshit. I had been in charge of all the businesses, legal and otherwise, for the past ten years. My father suffered years with cancer and his passing was long and painful.

I leaned back in my chair and suddenly became very aware that I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. I closed my eyes and her face flashed in front of me. She had big beautiful chocolate brown eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her hair was light brown and flowed down her back in loose waves. It appeared that she had a natural tan since she didn’t have an orange tint like the other girls. And her lips, well they were so full and soft. Everything about her look screamed feminine. I still don’t understand why I was so drawn to her. It took everything I had not to f**k her right then and there. Even now just thinking about her my d**k was hard. 

I let out a sigh and reached for my phone. I sent a quick text to Sophie telling her I’d be back in town and instructed her to meet me at my apartment around ten. Within less than a minute she responded letting me know she would be there. Alright, one situation rectified now I could get back to focusing on work. 

When our plane landed Paul, Troy, and I all got into the Escalade and headed for my Manhattan apartment. The first thing I did when I got home was get something to eat and then headed to my bathroom for a long hot shower. When I was done I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into my room. 

“You’re late.” Sophie purred at me. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was a quarter past ten. I guess I spent a lot longer in the shower than I thought. 

“I’m not the one who is paid to be on time,” I said. Sophie was sitting on the bed wearing a red lace bra and matching thong. I didn’t see any clothes lying around but did notice her coat was hung over my dresser. This is why she was my first choice whenever I was in New York. I walked over and stood in front of her. She looked at my towel then up at me. “Knees, now.” And just like that, she did what she was told. 

I removed my towel and felt her hand wrap around my c**k. My mind had drifted back to Quinn when I was in the shower so I was already hard. I felt Sophie’s tongue circle around the tip and then I felt myself slide into her mouth. I thought about Quinn’s full lips and how they would feel wrapped around my d**k. I grabbed a handful of Sophie’s hair and started moving her head back and forth at the pace I wanted. I felt myself hit the back of her throat and almost came when she swallowed. 

I pulled her head back and looked down at her. “Get on the bed. I want you on all fours.” While Sophie got into position I walked to my nightstand and pulled out a condom. I walked back over and was happy I had put her in this position so I didn’t have to look at her face. I placed a firm smack on her right cheek and heard her let out a moan. It was probably fake, but I could care less. I curled my fingers around the top of her thong and removed it. Letting it fall to her knees. I slipped in one finger and then another, not really for her pleasure but I needed to make sure she was ready. 

Once she was nice and wet I ripped open the condom and put it on. Yes, the girls I was with were required to be on birth control and have regular STD screenings. But you could never be too careful. I gripped her hips and rammed my d**k into her. I slowly pulled out, waited for a second, and then once again went balls deep. I did this a couple of more times and then couldn’t take it anymore. 

I increased my speed and focused on my pleasure. I was trying to tune out the generic moans and words that were flying out of her mouth. I kept one hand on her hips and pulled her hair with my other. After a few more pumps I finally had my release. When my d**k finally stopped twitching I reached down and held the end of the condom and slid out of her. I walked into the bathroom wrapped the condom in toilet paper and then threw it into the garbage. 

I walked back to the bedroom and saw Sophie still half-naked and lounging on the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked her. 

“We haven’t seen each other in months, I assumed -” I cut her off.

“That’s your first problem. Grab your s**t and go.” I walked over to her coat and tossed it on the bed. 

She stood up, put on her coat, flipped her hair, and walked out the door. In her head, she probably called me every bad name she could think of. But she knew better than to say it out loud. 

I walked into the closet and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I sat on my bed and turned on the TV. Shortly after I heard my phone vibrate and saw a text from Paul. “Was able to dig a little deeper and found an i********: for the Vegas girl. It’s not private so you can poke around. Her username is QTin702.”

I opened the app, typed in her username, and clicked on the profile. From her bio, it looks like she is from Encino, a valley girl, and attends UNLV. Alright, let's start looking at the pictures. After the tenth or so photo, I was convinced this had to be an account for her family and select friends only. These pictures were all very reserved and boring. Definitely not what you would expect to find on a younger woman’s page. 

I refreshed the screen and suddenly a new photo was there. I clicked on the picture to enlarge it. Sure enough, it was Quinn wearing red scrubs, no makeup, and her hair in a ponytail. She looked just as beautiful in this picture as she did all dressed up. In her hands she was holding a sign; future nurse. Under the picture it said 'Third year down, one more to go.'

What the f**k was she doing working for Lianna? The majority of her girls were wannabe actresses or models. ‘I would never ruin my future for fifteen minutes of fame.’ I thought she was just feeding me a line since anyone could be bought for the right price. 

I tossed my phone onto the bed and laid down. I was hoping to get answers by looking at her social media. Instead, I was left with more questions than I started with. Well, whatever her reasons were for choosing this line of work there had to be a story behind it. Eventually, I would get it out of her. One way or another.