The Billionaire and his best friend

Yamin My eyes darted to the time and I gasped. "f**k, I'm late," I blurted, dashed into my BMW, and drove to the office. I slept in because I had several evening meetings which left me exhausted yesterday. I strode quickly into the lobby when my personal assistant walked up to me. "Morning sir," he greeted. "Damien. What do I have for today?" I requested, entering my office, and he followed after me. I reclined on my executive seat as CEO of Rockford Oil and Gas. My laptop was flipped open and I scrolled through my email. "You've got a meeting with Mr. Horsefell, he's coming with his board of trustees to sign the final contract." "No," I blabbed. My eyes shone as I peered into my laptop. "What's wrong, sir? Should I cancel your appointment?" My heart sank. The stock investment of over two million dollars which I bought last week had plummeted. I couldn't believe it. This was why I needed a financial advisor. Someone to help me manage my wealth because I was a radical investor and businessman. "Get out," I barked. Both sadness and anger flushed through my veins. "Sir?" Damien asked, his eyes widened in shock at my sudden change of tone. "Out!" He flinched and ran off. My breath became faster. I'd sacrificed a lot to grow my fortune, I couldn't bear losses even when I knew it was a common occurrence as a businessman. s**t. I need warm p***y to stick my d**k into. That was my stress-release mechanism. s*x. My day went by in tardy. Every meeting I attended irritated me as my mind kept going back to the money I had lost. I checked my wristwatch. It was time for my final evening meeting. A masked party hosted by elite business partners once a year to meet up and build more business connections. Everyone who is elite is known for their custom masks. "Yamin, welcome," a voice hailed from behind and I caught sight of my fellow oil-exporting colleague. Zack. He introduced me to the business, many years ago. We exchanged pleasantries and he led me to a bigger group of his billionaire cliq. "The bearish market was a surprise to me as well. I lost over five hundred thousand dollars in investment," one of the men said, and it triggered my anger for the two million I lost. I excused myself from the discussion and went to the bar for a drink. "Scotch. Your strongest brand," I ordered and the bartender nodded. A sweet perfume caught my attention and I twisted my head to see a beautiful damsel seated next to me. My d**k reacted immediately. Though I couldn't see her face, hidden under the mask, her fully exposed cleavage and pale skin were enough to make me lose my mind. "Another vodka, please," she requested when the bartender returned with my drink. "Hello beautiful," I said and she turned to face me. "Hi," she replied. Her honey-dripping voice made my d**k throb. I imagined how she would sound screaming my name. I sipped my amber drink as my eyes gazed at her beauty. I needed to get her in bed with me. At least to release the heavy tension on my shoulder. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?" She giggled. "Who says, I'm alone." "Well, I don't see you with anyone," I smirked. Two cups of scotch had slipped down my throat. I drank unconsciously. Of course, it was her effect. She made me thirsty. Thirsty for s*x. "I'm celebrating. I got my fourth promotion six months in a row," she said. I also noticed she was slowly getting drunk. "Hmmm. What do you do? If I may ask?" My voice slurred as the alcohol took effect, rushing into my bloodstream. She parted her lips to answer the question and it aroused me the more. I claimed them. She moaned. My hands explored her body and her breath hitched. "Why don't I take you to a room, baby," I whispered. She groaned in response. I got a VIP room for us and went upstairs. This time, I allowed her to take the lead. She pulled me in for another kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth for an erotic dance of passion. My d**k seeped precum. We still had our masks on and neither of us wanted to take it off. It was sexy being f****d with a mask. I pulled her silky black gown over her head and gasped. "You're very beautiful," I confessed. She smiled. I gazed at her matching white lingerie and I couldn't wait to take them off. I wanted to see her nude. Her hands caressed my chest, down to my pants where she grabbed my balls. I growled. She helped me undress, save for my shorts which revealed my s****l excitement sticking out. I lifted her from the ground and carried her to the bed. "Touch me," she compelled, as she removed her bra. Her perky boobs gape at me. I flicked her hardened n*****s and she whimpered. My fingers brush her soft skin and she quivered at my touch. I peeled off her panties and stared at her glistening wet p***y. "s**t, baby. You're dripping," I remarked. I leaned in to kiss her again. Her chest was heaving up and down as she rocked her hips toward me. I slip a finger into her slit and flicked her c**t. She arched her back and cried. "Oh gosh. Oh my." Her sweet voice is like music to my ears. I dropped my shirts and stroked my hard length before plunging it into her. We both gasp at the contact. I start slowly, pounding into her, rocking and smashing her p***y. Her mouth opened to a silent scream and short pants fall from her lips. "Oh please. Yes." She moaned. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I increased my pace, thrusting faster and faster into her, till she screamed and begged. One of my hands found her tender breast and massaged it while the other hand rubbed her c**t in circles. "f**k…you're tight," I said, as pleasure coursed through me. My lower stomach tightened just the same time her p***y clamped around my d**k. I knew she was close and so was I. I went faster and faster, her screams got louder and I groaned. It felt so good. Better than any other woman I had slept with. In seconds I came apart and I exploded my climax into her. Filling her with my cream. We both collapsed on the bed facing the ceiling and panting. Slowly, our breaths relaxed and we drifted into sleep. The next day, I woke up with a pain in my groin. I ran to the bathroom to release my bladder. I removed my mask, sprinkled water on my face, and had a quick shower. Last night was amazing. I had the best s*x of my life and it made me forget my investment loss. It was time to go. I had meetings to attend. I sauntered back to the bedroom, still naked with my erect length in the air. The girl was still sleeping. I picked up my clothes when she woke up and removed her mask. "Morning beautiful," I said, twisting my head to face her. Our eyes locked and my mouth dropped. "Yamin," she spat. "Gosh. You're naked." She covered her eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was Avery. My high school friend. Geez, I just f****d my teenage best friend. This is f*****g messed up. Quickly, I wore my shorts, at least to cover my exposed d**k. "Stop with the modesty. We literally just fucked." "How did this happen?" "How did what happen? s*x? Well, I put my d—" She groaned and threw a pillow at me. "Not that. How are you here?" She facepalmed. "My gosh, this is crazy." "Look, I'm shocked too. I swear I didn't know it was you," I explained. "After all these years, you left me. Threw me out like a piece of trash because you got rich. Only to get me in bed with you. You're disgusting," she snapped. "No, you're the disgusting one. You always behaved like a sweet decent girl. I can't believe you'll open your legs for a random guy, just like that." She gasped. I instantly regretted my choice of words. "I hate you. How dare you say that to me?" She fumed. "Whatever get yourself together. It was a one-night thing. It probably won't happen again," I said. Though, I desired to have her again and again. The s*x was too good to have it once. I buttoned my shirt and slipped into my pants. "Ehm. Do I have to pay you or something?" She scowled. "You're an asshole. Get out. I never want to see you again." I growled and stormed off. Avery was not just my best friend back in high school. She was the only girl, I ever loved. And because of our friendship, I never dated any girl in high school. I wanted to be loyal to her. Unfortunately, life knocked me down. After school, I couldn't continue to go to college, even when she went. Then, I got introduced to the oil business and soared in my endeavors. I felt she had moved on with her life and forgot about me, so when I got rich, I didn't look for her. That was a big mistake on my part. I went straight to the office. "Sir, you're late for your seven am meeting. Should I reschedule?" Damien asked. I nodded. "What about privy's agency? Haven't they sent my financial advisor yet? I don't want to lose money again," I said. "Yes, they did. She'll be coming this afternoon." He typed on his tablet. "I just sent her details to you. She's proficient." I scrolled through my email and saw his message. My eyes widened at the name on my screen. It was Avery. Avery Betford. She was my financial advisor. Oh crap.