Trapped in love with my Billionaire CEO

Rex McCarthy.

Rex McCarthy tilted his finely relaxed jet black hair away from his baby-blue eyes with his middle finger as he surveyed the clubhouse he had just stepped into. It was his regular clubhouse to visit whenever he wanted to have a taste of a fresh woman.

He cleared his throat and wiped the handkerchief in his right hand over the upper part of his white shirt where he thought that he saw a speck of dust. He hated seeing dirt on his clothes or any sort of imperfections in whatever belonged to him. When he was done, he returned the handkerchief to his jeans pocket.

His eyes darted around the dance floor which was relatively void of any dancers at the moment. Then, he looked around at the tables and chairs that were arranged in perfect order for the satisfaction of people who wanted to seat and communicate or those who just wanted to drink and have a good time without all the rowdiness of the crowd bumping them.

He nodded his head gently to the low rhythm of the music playing in the background. He checked his watch for the time and saw that it was only a few minutes past 9 at the night. The clubhouse was just picking up the business of the day. Any newcomer would think that the club had no customers but that would be wrong.

Since it was a working day, the clubhouse was expected to be a little deserted. However, any minutes from then now, the people would swarm in like a flock of bees attracted by the beautiful arrays of flowers. By then, he would have too many women to choose from that even he would be confused. If luck was on him, he could get away with two women on his tow and no one would think about stopping him.

Who would dare to stop the CEO of Perfect Touch, one of the most successful business organizations in London, USA? No one he knew would ever try that. If they did, Rex could promise they would never be able to walk away unscathed. Yeah, he was a guy who threw his money and power around. So, sue him.

Even though he grew up in wealth, he had taken over the Perfect Touch when he was twenty-three immediately after he finished his business school. Three years later, he was sure that no one would ever deny how much the company had grown, thanks to his perfect monitoring.

He walked straight to the familiar bartenders at the table and sat down on one of the expensive seats they had in place for their customers. As soon as one of the bartenders spotted him, he took out a clean glass from the shelf and wiped it clean to be sure it had no stain before he poured the familiar wine Rex drank into the cup.

"Here, sir." The man said as he handed the drink to him.

Rex took it and raised it in a toast to no one in particular before he gulped down half of the glass cup content.

This was why he liked this clubhouse even though they weren't the expensive types he should be at. They were meticulous in the arrangement of the club and their services were top-notched.

For a perfectionist like him, that was pure bliss.

When the music picked up suddenly, he didn't need any soothsayer to tell him that the club was now a full ground. He smiled cynically before he turned to hunt for his next prey on the women who had marked their presence that Wednesday night.

After looking around for five minutes, his eyes fell on a woman clad in a see-through white crop top which revealed her black lacy bra. A truly contrasting choice of clothing if anyone asked him. Her tight bum shorts revealed the waist beads on her tiny waist and also accentuated the curve of her hips and her long legs.

Their eyes met and Rex smiled at her, m knowing that his handsome look would do the rest of the job. When the woman smiled and walked to where he sat, he watched hungrily as her hips swayed like those of the models who had been trained to captivate their audience.

To him, only two women dressed that way. The slut and the w***e. As far as he was concerned, she was both.

"I believe we have unfinished business." She said when she got to him. Her voice was a sweet melody to his ears.

"My key?" Rex asked the bartender without taking his gaze away from his catch. When the clang of the key hit the table, he swiped it up. "Follow me," he instructed her.

Together, they walked to the room he had reserved for his wild play. As soon as he opened the door and they were both in, the woman pulled up her flimsy top and threw it on the floor. A wild one, he thought and closed the door securely behind them.

By the time he turned around, the only piece of clothing left on the woman was just her throng that had her asses out on display. He was sure that if he looked deeply, he would be able to see the hair surrounding her p***y. He was right when he had thought of her as a slut.

He commanded her to come to him using his finger and in the next few seconds, she stood in front of him. He pointed to his dark jeans and watched as the blonde hair woman went on her knees and began to unzip his trousers. In a minute, his c**k sprang free from its tight prison.

When he felt the wetness of her tongue assault him, he knew without a doubt that he had chosen the right candidate for his rollercoaster night of debauchery.

"f**k!" He groaned when she swallowed him whole.

"You like that?" She said, his c**k muffling her words a little.

"f*****g b***h," he muttered. "Suck it harder." He held her hair tightly, showing her that she needed to do her job well.

And the woman did as he wanted. She took him deep into her mouth, his c**k touching the base of her throat. She sucked him like he was a piece of candy that she didn't want to finish. Despite always parading himself as the ultimate playboy, he felt himself losing control pretty soon.

Yeah, that was how good she was.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he gave in to the deep hollow that called out unto him. His moan as he released his c*m into her mouth was that of satisfaction. When he regained himself, he opened his eyes and saw the woman swallowing the last of the c*m released from his shaft head.

By the time she lifted her head to give him a seductive smile, Rex didn't fail to see how much of a mess she was in. Her glorious locks were scattered every which way and she had drops of his white fluid that ran down her chest to the between of her breasts, down to her belly, and promptly disappeared into her thong.

He picked her up and walked to the bed. When he got there, he dumped her on the bed. Before she had time to react, he pushed her tiny pants away, and in one fluid motion, he pushed deep into her core.

"Aaahh..." A deep groan escaped her mouth. "You could have warned me."

He ignored her complaint and only drove deeper into her. He knew that she didn't mean the words since her cunts were already wet for him. Even if she wasn't wet, her deep moans said a lot.

"Hard... Harder." She instructed him.

"You f*****g whore." He moaned and pushed even deeper than he already did. "You love it harder, huh?"

The withering woman under him didn't bother to respond to his words. Instead, she pushed her ass back to meet his stroke midway. Sounds of bodies slapping against each other filled the room in a melodious rhythm. Enticing moans and groans that could invite any onlooker to join in the sound beat. It was a wonder no one had arrested the two lovers.

When the woman was no longer content with being on the receiving end, she pushed Rex away from her. He landed flat on his back on the bed and she straddled him. She ground her p***y against his shaft, swallowing his length whole.

At first, she moved slowly in him but Rex didn't have the patience for that, so he pounded her harder.

"Take that." He moaned to her.

"More...more...harder...fuck..." She moaned. Her hands held the cover of the bed firmly while she was lost in the throes of passion. "Almost...there. Don't stop now."

He followed her instructions correctly, feeling himself on the edge too. By the time he got in five more strokes, the woman let out a loud groan and her p***y convulsed against his c**k. He gave his c**k one more push in her and followed suit in her footsteps, releasing Al his pent-up desires.

The whole of two minutes passed with the two of them remaining just the way they were. The woman was the first to regain her sanity and she stood up from him to rest beside him. Rex didn't waste any more time before he got up and began to rearrange his jeans back to their rightful position.

Since his shirt was damp from sweat, he took it off and dumped it on the floor. He walked to the small closet in the room and picked a new clean shirt to wear. Once he was done, he brought out a wad of cash and left them on the table.

"For your service." He told her and walked to the door.

"I'm not a slut!" The woman yelled, her eyes spitting fire at him for insulting her.

"You acted as one," Rex shrugged at her indignation. "Even if you aren't, I pay all women for the s*x I have with them." He opened the door.

"You asshole!"

"By the way, if you aren't out by the time I get back to the bar section, the barmen would come up and just throw you out."

The woman threw a lamp holder at his back figure but he was already out and the door was closed, so the lamp holder hit the door and shattered with a loud thudding sound.

Rex didn't care a bit about her. He was a playboy and as long as he got his satisfaction from women, their attitude afterward was no concern to him. All he had to do was get back home and relax to get a fresh start the next day. Especially since he just got a new secretary for the umpteenth time who might not be as satisfactory as he wanted.

As soon as he stepped outside the clubhouse and his driver saw him, the man got down from the car and bowed his head slightly in respect.

"Open the damn door, will you? Or do you need to be given a sack letter right here?" Rex blasted at the man.

The driver rushed to the passenger door and flicked it open, "Sorry, sir," he shivered in fear, knowing that his boss was not someone who uttered a word merely as a threat. A little unsatisfaction and he could very well be losing the job he made use of to cater to the needs of his family as the breadwinner.

"Are you going to just stand there?" Rex barked.

"Sorry, sir." The driver muttered again. He closed the passenger door firmly and rushed to the driver's side of the car.

A minute later, the black limousine that drove Rex to the clubhouse drove him out again. If he knew how much trouble the new secretary he had hired would bring him, then he would never have hired her in the first place.