Broken Angel

Thinking of her

It has been a month since the meeting with the Spanish investors and business was going better than ever. Massimo was all over the news, as soon as his new success was made officially public. He was being praised by the media, was nominated once again as the "best businessman of the year" and had increased his power and wealth even more. 

Massimo was feeling content, his work gave him a deep sense of fulfillment. He loved the fact that he was contributing greatly to society, opening thousands of jobs, and increasing the general incomes, but what he enjoyed the most was the sense of power and influence he had over others. His reputation proceeded him wherever he would go. The mention of his name alone was enough for every door to be open, people respected him and even feared him. After all, he was one of the most powerful men in the country and was well known for his determination and short temper. 

Massimo was considered to be the most eligible bachelor in the country and all the young girls from high society dreamed of marrying him. He was the definition of the alpha man, dominant, powerful, successful. The fact that he was handsome only added more to his s*x appeal. In colleges days, Massimo used to play football, and even now had preserved a strong love and discipline for sports, he worked out every day. He was tall and muscular, had sharp and masculine features.     

Women would throw themself into his arms, longing for his love, but most importantly his wealth. But he had never had a serious relationship. For him these women were good only for s*x, but nothing more. He would never f**k  a woman twice, there was always someone else willing to open her legs for him. He would buy them something expensive as a form of payment for their s****l services, or sometimes just handing them cash and then would just get rid of them. After all, that's what they were after for, his money and his d**k, but no one had a second chance with him. The latest success had only made him more desirable, but he was getting tired of these women. 

He craved something more, something he never had and therefore he could not understand what was that he needed in his life. This would make him nervous sometimes, after all, he had everything a man could wish for, what was he lacking?

Massimo turned around and looked at the naked girl who was sleeping next to him. He met her at the after-party last night, she was a famous model but he could not remember her name. But he did remember that he f****d her so hard, she was moaning and screaming all night long. He got up from the bed and went straight to the shower. It was still early in the morning, but he had a busy day ahead. Warm water was hitting his skin making him relax, as he felt someone touching him at the back. That girl was up as well and apparently still in a mood for s*x, since she was now touching his member making him hard. He turned around and pushed her against the wall. He was now holding her pinned against the wall, with her leg across his waist, He entered her harshly and started hammering her, he was only seeking his pleasure not caring about her. He looked at her eyes, there was dark green, only now he was noticing. At instance, he imagined that she was the girl he met at the meeting, who has been haunting his dreams and thoughts ever since. Massimo was now seeing only her face, imaging having her in his arms moaning on pleasure. He slowed down his pace and started making real love with the girl, not just f*****g. His thrusts were deep and passionate, while he was looking deep at her eyes. He gave her hot kisses over her breasts, and light bites over her soft skin. They were both experiencing intense pleasure and reached orgasm at the same time. 

"That was... that was the most amazing s*x I ever had in my life. I mean last night was great... but this..." she said painting hard. He looked at her and the image of the girl he fantasized about fainted away, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Without saying a word he got out of the shower and got dressed. 

"You have to leave? I was hoping we would spend the day together" the girl said in a spoiled voice. 

"I have work," he said in a firm tone, wearing his jacket" 

"When will I see you again" 

"Most likely never, this a one-night stand, nothing more. We are not in a relationship and you mean nothing in my life. Don't get things confused. You can buy something as your wish at the jewelry store to remind this night, put the bill on my name, or if you prefer I can pay for your services in cash"

"I am not a paid w***e"  the girl was clearly hurt by his word.

"I didn't say you were. I have to go now. Have a good day " Massimo left the room and went straight to the entrance of the hotel when his car and bodyguards were waiting. 

"To the office," he said and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Yet again he saw the same face of that girl. What was her name? "I have to meet her again," he thought. Massimo felt frustrated that he could not get her out of his head, never had he felt such an obsession before. He had the most amazing pleasurable s*x of his life, just by imagine her in his arms. "I need to have her, only then I would calm down,"  he thought. After all, he was used to having everything he had ever wanted, she would be no different.

His thoughts were interrupted by a notification on his phone, it was from the bank. Apparently, that girl he f****d had already purchased her payment, in a form of a diamond bracelet. That did not surprise him though, after all, they were all the same, even those who acted as innocent. That's why he did not felt remorse or attachment to anyone, he had lost faith in innocence long ago.