Chapter 2- Happy birthday
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Theon POV.
“Ahh, Theon…deeper, ahhh,” said the woman in front of me. I took her on her knees as I punished and entered her from behind, clutching her hair,
“Say my name again,” I ordered as I touched her nub, rubbing it as I kept my member thrusting her.
“Ahhh, Theon…”
“Just my name...” I grunt as I plunged myself deep inside her, doing the faster rhythm. I thrust more and deeper. Over and over.
“Please, Theooon”
“Again,” I said groaning, I was on my brink of my own org*sm
“Theeooon..”
“Come for me, baby girl, cooome” I commanded,
Groaning and moaning echoed afterward, followed by heavy breaths. I stayed on top of her, kissing her bareback as I caught myself some air. I was heavily panting so was she.
She.
I don’t remember her name. I just brought her home this morning and have been in bed doing unholy deeds with her for hours.
“More?” she asked as she turned her head side. I chuckled before untangling myself from her, resting my back on the bed. She was still crouching on her knees, giving me a perfect view of her swollen wet friend.
I took off my cond*m, carefully tied it, and threw it in the bin beside my bed. I was spent and satisfied. It had been a while, or should I say, two days ago since I got laid.
I mended a bruised ball I got from one of my ladies, who got offended after I ended up our so-called relationship. Lila was a good lay for a while, but she didn’t take the news without difficulty. I broke up with her, and I got kneed in return after giving her a passionate month of steamy s*x.
The woman stood up and then started crawling back into me, I was about to nudge myself away, but I changed my mind. A little canoodling won’t be wrong, although I was tired and needed more energy for tonight.
“So, how did you like your birthday s*x?” She asked in her hoarse, sexy voice, my member started to twitch, but I covered it with a pillow.
“Great, Jess,” I said, guessing her name. I knew It was closer to that.
She then death glared at me and stood up brusquely, making her bare breast wiggle in front of me,
“I am not f*****g Jess, not close enough, bastard!” she roared at me.
I looked at her raging red eyes, “I’m sorry, you were so good in bed. I forgot your name. What’s your name again?” I cockily asked,
“f**k you!” she snapped, picking her dresses and stuff on the floor.
“We just did!”
She glared at me once again, didn’t mind her naked body standing before me.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, but inwardly I was chuckling, such a douche guy I was.
She then went inside the toilet as I picked my boxers and put them on before sitting back again on the bed. After a minute or two, she went out of the bathroom and walked straight outside my room.
I counted down, three…two… one…
“What the f**k! I can’t open the door!” she screamed outside, in the living room, banging my specially coded entrance door.
I got up and walked out towards her, and her dark blue eyes were still throwing daggers at me. Just a simple mistake, she forgot how great the moments we shared on the bed.
I chuckled at her expression. I stepped closer to the door and entered my passcode on the screen. I don’t usually bring girls to my penthouse. This woman was lucky. I was horny enough that I had no other way but to get her in my place in the wee hours of the morning. The door unlocked, and I opened it wide for her.
“As you please, my lady,” I smilingly said,
“It’s Joyce, not Jess!” she spat before going out the door.
Closing the door, I couldn’t help but laugh. What the f**k? Jess was near to Joyce! I shook my head, “girls, girls, girls’ I mumbled, chortling.
I checked the wall clock. It was only half-past one of this Saturday morning. It was indeed an amazing birthday s*x.
I went back to my room and laid back on my bed. Checking my phone, I found some messages from my mom and dad, older brother Ted and younger sister Thea, greeting and sending me wishes on my 25th birthday. I sent them a short thank you message before closing my eyes to sleep.
I was awoken by a screeching sound of my phone ringing, with one eye opened, I checked who it was, it was my assistant s***h driver Greg. I clicked the green tab,
“Boss,”
“Yes,” I answered in my croaky voice, palming and rubbing my face with my hand. Checking the time, I overslept for more than six-hours.
“I just confirmed the club and the boys, they will be there at eight at Pepo High Club’s opening, everything is ready and done, only your presence, the birthday boy is needed,” Greg sniggered,
I chuckled, “Thank you, Greg. I had a rough morning,”
Greg knew what I meant,
“I know. I saw her downstairs before she left. She seemed upset,”
“Name issues.”
“Not new to me boss, as always, anyway, what time should we go there?” he asked,
“Go rest, Greg. I’ll drive myself there. See you later.”
“Copy, birthday boy.”
I ended the call and dropped my phone on the bed. I then closed my eyes and felt my body pain from the workout I did with another bimbo. For the past five years of my life, ever since Zia left me, I became a player.
Women were nothing to me except in bed. I don’t do relationships, and I can’t stay for more than a month with one woman. Love wasn’t included in my book, as well as connection and affection.
I changed women like how I changed my socks. I was a philander and lady’s man. They were toys for me, playing with their feelings in exchange for a passionate moment in my arms.
I came from a prominent and wealthy family. My dad was the CEO of Carter diamond industries. We owned gold and diamond mines and supplied precious stones to the market.
My whole clan was in the industry except me, who was still enjoying and relishing my bachelor days. I had invested in some business, and that’s how I made my own money. Although I wished someday to work full time in the company, my dad never trusted me.
He knew I wasn’t ready, though I knew I already was. I just came back from my not-too short backpacking trip from Asia. It indeed gave me another life, and another hope to get his trust once more.
I graduated with a degree in business, I used to study in Europe, but since I wanted to be closer to my family again, I decided to return to the states to finish my study.
Dad never liked my antics. He said I was too focused on man-whoring, and I don’t deserve a spot if I continue being one, plus the mistakes that I did in the past didn’t seem forgiven yet.
I was hurt when he said that he couldn’t trust me because I knew him. He was true to his words, and I recently found out that he was training someone to get his spot as the CEO of the company and chance wise would be given it to my cousin Leo instead of me. I was the right heir.
He never opted for my brother, too, since he already built up and made his own company after my dad banished him from the family.
Ted chose to marry the woman he loved over the woman my dad wanted him to marry. Dad accepted them back, but Ted was determined to stand up on his own. And for me? he wanted me to clean and put myself up. To give up my hobby as a Casanova.
“I am ready, dad, you will see,” I mumbled before getting up from my bed and did business in my en-suite bathroom.
Giving myself almost an hour shower, I went to my walked-in closet and chose my clothes for this evening. I took my dark blue jean and a black long sleeve turtle neck top. Suiting up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I brushed my jet-black low fade hair and put cream on my face and five o’clock shadow. I wiggled my thick dark brows as I winked myself in the mirror.
I believed those brows were giving me luck with girls. I kept receiving compliments and words saying they would love our future kids to get those luscious brows and long eyelashes plus my light blue eyes. I found it strange and creepy since having kids weren’t on my top list, and I always make sure I used protection. I can’t imagine myself having little Theon running around.
After spraying myself with my body cologne, I then took my keys and left my penthouse. I went straight to the parking lot but not without leaving instructions at the front desk to tidy up the room.
I sat on my newly bought red Ferrari. Buckling up, I pressed the startup button and drove away.
"Happy Birthday, Theon," I mumbled.
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