Seducing His Legacy

RED POV Tonight, I was going to seduce my ex-fiancé’s multi billionaire father and make him bed me. But as I took one last look at myself in the mirror, smoothing down the tight black dress I had one, I knew there was no turning back. Taking a deep breath, I dashed for the door, my Uber was already waiting outside, and I was thirty minutes late. Fuck! If this plan was to work, I had to be very careful and very punctual. Men like Mr. Russel were always walking on ticking time bombs, everything scheduled for them and working with time. One would think a man as powerful as him owned and could control everything however he pleased, but well, I guess not. I have been talking myself out of this plan for the past three weeks, but I just didn’t seem to find a way around it. Not with all my now piling bills because of the last two jobs I got fired from. After my boyfriend stole all my savings and ran off, I have been barely getting by, and getting fired just made me lose it. I wasn’t ready to start over after all these years I have poured my sweat and blood into work, only for Calvin to take it all and leave me with nothing. We never quarreled or had any disagreements, but when a colleague from work told me he was having an affair with his sister, I couldn’t believe it. I tried to confront him about it, and he just lost it and stormed off. I thought we would talk it out and get back to normal because I hated disputes, but the following morning, I received a call from the bank that all my money was cleared out. Stupid of me to join my savings account with his. My devastating state got the best of me, and I guess that's why I had to be laid off work. For the past six weeks, I have tried to find what to do but failed miserably, until this idea bore itself in my head. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Thanking my driver, I tip him before heading inside the club. For such an expensive place like this, I was surprised how they didn’t even have a bouncer at the front entrance or a guest list. Well, that was good for me. Walking up to the bartender, I asked for the cheapest drink, and he slides a blue liquid in front of me before walking off to other customers. I take a slow sip and almost want to laugh at myself. It was literally water with blue food coloring. That jerk ass! I was a girl on a mission, so I wasn’t going to let my ten dollars hurt me that much. My eyes slowly scan the upper floor like a predator until I spot my prey. He is seated at the edge of the round black table with two men in front of him and a petite looking lady on his lap. From what I can tell, he is far from what I was expecting. He looks incredibly young for his age, much more handsome than his son Calvin, and oh... those hands. Even though they were wrapped around another girl, my legs crossed together to rub at the intense friction already building down there at the thought of them on me. Feeling full of my feminine side, I push off the counter and take the stairs towards them, ignoring the waiter at the top who tries to stop me. I keep rehearsing my words, the same words I have been playing out every night, until I am right in front of them. “Hello, boys...” I purr, pulling my tight black dress down a little to reveal more of my thick cleavage, and it works. Two of them are already swallowed up in its power trap, but my main prey doesn’t seem even a bit moved. And I don’t think he even noticed my presence either, so I pull my next move, ignoring how fast my heart is racing. “What you boys having tonight?” I continue. “Few drinks, but not something a beautiful lady like you can handle, I'm afraid,” one responds, lifting his eyes to me in a slight challenge.I smile, pulling my empty credit card from my cleavage before swinging it in his face. “Then drinks on me, boys. Because y’all look too handsome tonight,” I say, smiling before bending down to place the card on the table. I knew I was playing a dangerous game because I thirty dollars left on this card and it was for my first antenatal appointment. I knew how these kinds of men thought and how they played but instead, they all stay silent. No one says a word. This isn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to refuse, disagree, or even cuss me out. I can feel my palms start to sweat nervously, I knew I was done for. “What makes you think you can waltz in here and pay for my drink?” Russel Carlton finally turns to me. I let out a whimper I didn’t know I was holding. That was such a big risk. “Oh... Russel? You must be Russel, Calvin’s father. I'm his therapist, by the way,” I smile, curving my face into complete innocence. “Therapist?” he barks, his hand pushing off his night escort in the process. “That reminds me, a word?” I smile once more. I knew when it came to his son, he would burn down everything and everyone along that path, and hearing that his son had a therapist was a perfect excuse to get his full attention. He grunts to his boys before getting up and leading me into a private room. I knew this bar belonged to him, so he could have access to wherever he wanted. Shutting the door behind me, I press the lock and turn to him. He raises a sharp brow at me, questioning my actions. “I'm Amberley Mackerel, by the way,” I say, using the first fake name that pops into my head, slightly starting to panic because I didn’t expect this plan to move this far. “You don’t look like a therapist,” he says, his voice deep and husky, vibrating against the dark walls of the small room. He settles on a couch and turns his body towards me, giving me his full attention. Slowly, I walk up to him, making sure my dress slides up with every sashay I take with my hips. Out of instinct, his eyes lower towards my body, taking me fully in for the first time. I can tell by the way his Adam’s apple moves up and down, and how he unconsciously adjusts his dress pants, that I am getting to him. Kneeling down, I push right in front of his spread legs, taking him by surprise before he quickly masks it with suspicion. “Who are you...” he grunts, pushing himself up off the couch and sitting straight. “I am someone who wants to make your fantasy a reality,” I purr, lifting my hands before softly placing them on his thighs, my eyes staring into his like a dare to make me stop. When I don’t get a response, I lower my head and plant soft, warm kisses on his protruding hardness through his fabric. Making sure to leave hot breaths there, I hear him suck in a deep breath before grabbing a fistful of my hair and lifting my head up. “WHO ARE YOU?!” he lowly growls, looking deeply disturbed by my mystery but at the same time turned on by it. In response, I close the distance between us in a deep, breathless kiss. I pull his lips to mine, biting his lower lip several times, causing him to grunt in pleasure. Our tongues fight like strangers begging each other for pleasure and dominance, until I let him take over and without warning, he lifts me up, making me straddle him right where his hardness is protruding, and I feel his hands fight with my dress zipper before prying it open. “I am going to f**k you, baby doll, so hard you will remember your real name,” he growls in my ear before slipping his hand under my G-string. I moan in response, happy that my plan of claiming the pregnancy his son left me with as his is finally on the go.