My Tycoon Temptation

Cassie POV “You’re off today, right, baby? Can I come over to keep you company?” Mark, my almost-boyfriend, was on the phone, offering to spend the night with me. I chuckled softly. “Sorry, but it won’t work tonight,” I replied. I liked Mark well enough, but something about him always felt… lacking. “One day you’ll realize I’m the right guy for you. Love you, babe,” he said. I laughed lightly and hung up. Sprawled across my bed with nothing to do—college assignments already finished—I decided to check my DMs. A flood of messages waited: date requests from college guys, others pretending to be “just friends.” I knew what they all wanted: to get me into bed. I smirked to myself. I didn’t mind the attention. I enjoyed the occasional fling—rolling around on some guy’s d**k for fun or maybe something more—but tonight, I wasn’t in the mood. Besides, none of them ever truly satisfied me. Sexually, they were a letdown—too rushed, too inexperienced. They’d finish in five minutes flat, leaving me unfulfilled, chasing an orgasm that never came. Frustrating. Ignoring their pleas, I texted my best friend, Beckie, instead. Cassie: Hey, friend. What’s up? Beckie: Hey, kitten. It’s 9 p.m. on a Saturday. What do you think I’m doing? Cassie: Getting ready to go out? laughing emoji Beckie: Obviously. Gonna make some cash while having fun. You should too. Cassie: Oh, Beckie. I’m not feeling it tonight. No guy ever satisfies me, you know that. Beckie: I get it, but maybe tonight’s your lucky night! Come on, please. Join me at the club. Cassie: Hmm, fine. But if I’m not into it, I’m leaving—even if you stay, deal? Beckie: Yes! Deal. I’ll swing by your place. See you soon! Cassie: Okay, bye. I tossed my phone aside and rolled over with a groan. Only Beckie could talk me into something when I wasn’t feeling it. Dragging myself out of bed, I hopped into the shower to freshen up. Afterward, I slipped into a short, skin-tight dress with a silvery shimmer. It hugged my curves, accentuating my firm, round breasts with a plunging neckline, leaving my back bare and clinging to my hips and ass. I paired it with black high heels and a sleek black purse. My makeup was flawless—dark red lipstick staining my lips, brown hair with lightened ends cascading past my shoulders to mid-back. Standing in front of the mirror, I felt stunning. Sexy. Powerful. I liked what I saw. Soon, the doorbell buzzed at my modest Chicago apartment. I lived alone—college was too far from my parents’ place, so they covered the rent. My only roommate was my little dog, Kittie. “Hey, girl,” I greeted, swinging the door open with a grin. Beckie’s wide, playful eyes raked over me. “Wow, Cassie. You look hot as hell,” she said. I laughed as we hugged. “Look who’s talking,” I shot back. She rocked a cropped top and a sheer mini skirt that revealed her thong underneath, her short black hair framing her face with bold, flashy makeup. Heeled boots and a shoulder bag completed her killer look. “You’re smoking.” “We’re prime man-bait tonight,” she teased, wiggling her ass at me. We burst into giggles. Beckie was shameless—and I loved it. “Let’s go!” I said, stepping out the door. She followed, both of us buzzing with excitement for the night ahead. The club, The Night Sins, was Beckie’s go-to spot. She knew the staff, and it was a hotspot in that part of town. When we climbed out of the taxi, though, my heart sank. The line to get in stretched forever. I bit my lip, glancing at the VIP entrance. No line there—just fancy cars pulling up, well-dressed people strutting down a red carpet. They oozed arrogance and wealth. A pang of envy hit me. “That’s life’s injustice for you,” Beckie said, noticing my stare. She slung an arm around my shoulders and sighed. “Their lives are so damn easy compared to ours. But we can work it to our advantage, right?” Grinning, she tugged me toward the VIP entrance. “Wait, what are you doing?” I hissed, hesitant. We couldn’t afford that. “Getting us some justice,” she replied with a sly laugh. I shook my head but followed. Her plan? Act like we belonged. The red carpet felt surreal under my heels, and as a couple swept past us into the VIP door without a word from the bouncer, I started to believe it might work. Until it didn’t. “Where do you two think you’re going?” The bouncer—a towering Black man with a scowl—blocked our path. Beckie laughed nervously, trying to play it off. “Oh, uh… we’re with a friend. He’s probably already inside,” she stammered. I could feel my hands trembling. “Call him then. Let’s see if he’s in there,” the bouncer growled. “No need,” a smooth voice cut in from behind us. “They’re with me.” I turned, and my breath caught. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with tanned skin and defined muscles. His piercing, light eyes locked onto mine, framed by a neatly trimmed beard. A slow, inviting smile spread across his lips. Dressed in a tailored, modern suit, he exuded sophistication and raw appeal. In that split second, a jolt shot through me—starting low in my core and rippling outward until my whole body tingled. He was, without question, the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.