Billionaire's Ex-wife

Chapter 3

Playlist - Attention by The Weeknd & Cashmere Cat



I took a long draw of my favourite Brandy. The rancid taste didn’t burn my throat like I knew it would. No, it did not.

“Ahh- you taste so much better with the taste of liquor on your lips.” Tatjana brushed her lips against mine and rubbed our bodies together.

She was my usual company and a long time friend. We screwed around a quite few times, she wanted no strings attached and I shared her feeling.

When she saw I didn't respond to her words, she turned away only to lie down on the bed facing in the opposite direction. I had no energy nor any interest in making it up to her.

She just went ahead to give me one of her mastered head, and I was the one who felt drained. God, I loved her throat but that was about it. Today it didn't felt good. I didn't get off on her moans, gagging and gasping.

I was stuck up on the most beautiful, slender, milky throat I've ever come across to. I wanted to see a pair of grey almost black eyes looking up at me as I went down in that throat.

A small hand crept up from behind, at that moment I wished it was that girl, that girl who dominated my fantasy, and my thoughts. Funny as it sounds, I didn't even know her name.

Tatjana’ lips trailed their way from spine to finally landing on my neck. I had to give her something or else she wouldn't leave me be. I took her from her elbow, pulled in front of me, positioning her on my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and positioned my member to her entrance.

“You’re not your usual self, Caleb,” she began taking me inside of her, a loud gasp escaped from her mouth.

“Why would you say that?”

She pushed me on the bed, and motioned her hips in circular motion, riding me with all her strength. “If you were your usual self, I would be sore, screwed in the ass, already on my third o****m and unable to walk.”

She got me. I had no intention of doing anything to her, but she showed up to my penthouse unannounced, asking for a friend and I couldn't say know when she was willing to take me in her mouth.

“What’s up with you?” She went in and out whilst fingering herself.

I chuckled, “You seriously want to have this conversation while riding me?”

She rolled her eyes and brought her face to mine, kissing me lightly. “You had me going down on you under your office table while you were busy talking to your mother. Hypocrite, much?” That was a pretty good answer, I couldn't argue with that.

“Now help me” She brought my fingers to her clit rubbing it furiously. Her brown hair flying across her face.

Brunette’ were my type. I loved them. All the women I've ever had intimate relations were brunette, but that girl was blonde. That’s unlike what I prefer. Now, I wished Tatjana was a blonde.

“I would ask you about your sudden change of mood, but you're not rubbing me faster.” Her voice was dripping with s*x, yet didn't turn me on. “I wonder if you have lost your touch, it's been like two months.” That was just to provoke me and if I was turned on, she would be begging me to stop yet f**k harder.

What felt like decade, she finally climaxed and got off me. Laying beside me, she panted. “Did Elda made anything good?” Elda was my housekeeper/cook.

“Beef satay with goats cheese salad.”

“I'll treat myself up.”

And for a few minutes I just lay there, thinking about those delicate mouth, slender neck, grey eyes and blonde hair. I imagined what if she was the one who just f****d not Tatjana. Instantly, I was hard.

I needed a cold shower.

***

I adjusted my watch on my wrist, feeling the smooth platinum with my fingertips. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and was satisfied with myself.

My father always told me “Appearances can be deceitful.” and I made sure I looked my best. I don't want people to know my vulnerabilities, my mistakes or anything about me. I just wanted them to look at me as an inspiration. I was 28 and owned the world's largest most exclusive luxury hotel chain, Rawls Retreat.

We focused on bringing the ancient Italian architecture back in style. It just looked so grand and beautiful, and made me feel proud of my Italian heritage. It was my maternal grandmother's dream to have people appreciate her heritage and I was just making it happen.

My driver/bodyguard was waiting downstairs for me. “Good Morning, Sir.” Ira greeted me as soon as I arrived in the lobby. I just nodded at him and walked to the car. He opened the back door for me and I slid in.

“Sir, to the office?”

“No, let's take a detour at Samantha’,” I said and he nodded. I knew he was wondering why I needed to be at her place, but the thing is that, I really wanted to see that girl again. I knew she worked there and it would be a nice time to stop by without Samantha prying on me.

The truth was there was something unusual about her that captured by gaze. She reeked of temptation and was easy to hide it, but I knew a bad girl when I saw one. She just needed a little encouragement and that's all. The wild cat will crawl out easily.

This is going to be a fascinating day.

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