Billionaire Love Affair

Chapter 11- Josh

I opened my eyes, panting as I felt the sun on the side of my face. I pulled the blankets off me, stood up from my spot on the bed, and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I look like s**t. What caught my eye was the big wet mark on my shorts. I had a wet dream about a woman I'd never spoken with before. The answer to the question is: Yes, I had a wet dream that made me c*m all over myself. I shook my head and padded my way over to the toilet to relieve the pressure on my bladder.

Handling my business, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I took my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.

I headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast made. I walked past the hallway clock. I had to stop and do a double-take to see that it was already noon. Damn, that wet dream had me sleeping in late. I left the hallway, walking downstairs towards the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and noticed Trey wasn’t there. The lazy f**k was still sleeping. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out some bacon and eggs for breakfast. I set the ingredients on the counter. I walked over to the coffee machine, turning it on. I was cooking bacon when Trey walked into the kitchen. “There is coffee made, if you want any,” I offered, pointing to the coffee machine.

I was flipping the bacon when a cup of coffee was next to me. I nodded my head as a thank you to him. I took a sip of my coffee, taking the bacon out of the pan. I grabbed the eggs and started cracking them in the pan.

“Jackass, don’t f*****g break the eggshells in the pan,” Trey taunted, watching me crack the eggs. “f**k off, asshole,” I rebutted, giving him the middle finger. I plated the eggs and bacon once everything was finished. I passed Trey his plate.

“What club are we going to grace with our presence?” I inquired once I finished my food. I took a sip of my coffee, savoring the strong taste. “My friend opened up his new club tonight,” Trey acknowledged, taking our plates to the sink.

I got up from the stool and put my coffee mug in the sink. “I’m going to go to the gym for a bit. Do you want to come?” I asked him, walking over to the stairs. I took two steps at a time. When I got to the landing, I heard Trey say he was about to head home to change. I walked into my room and over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a grey tank top that showed off my biceps.

I grabbed a pair of socks and my favorite trainers and stepped out of my closet to head to the living room. I stood at the top step when I heard the front door open. Trey walked in with a gym bag slung over his shoulder and a water bottle in hand. He dropped his bag on the floor in the foyer and walked to the kitchen. I followed behind him as he sat at the counter. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. I leaned against the counter and looked at him.

“Is everything good, bro?” I asked, breaking the silence. I was trying to read his expression as he sat there quietly. He was trying to think of a way to tell me what was going on. I sat there in utter silence, waiting until he was ready to talk.

He said nothing. He just got off the stool and walked to the front door. He stopped grabbing his gym back off the floor and continued out the front door. I grabbed my keys along with my phone and followed him out the front door. I saw him leaning against the passenger side of my Ferrari, waiting for me to unlock the door.

“Trey, catch!” I called out, tossing my keys to him. He looked up just in time to catch the keys before they hit him in the face. He quirked an eyebrow as I walked over and pushed him to the driver’s side.

He got into the driver's side of the car as I got into the passenger side. He started the engine, revving the engine a few times. He put the car in drive and sped down my driveway. From my house to the gym is about a 15-minute drive. He got us to the gym in under 5. I’m shocked we didn’t get pulled over. He was driving like a f*****g maniac. He pulled into an empty parking spot in the gym. I stepped out of the car at the same time he stepped out on his side.

He tossed me back the keys with a grin on his face. “What?” I said, catching the keys. He said nothing, shaking his head as he walked ahead of me into the building. He looked a little disappointed that his flirting partner wasn’t at the desk when he got inside the building. He walked right past the desk and headed to the locker room.

We put our stuff in our lockers before walking out to lift some weights. “We are working on our backs,” I remarked, walking over to the machine to do the Smith machine. We worked out for an hour doing a variety of workout machines. Looking at the time to see, it was already 3 in the afternoon. We finished the rest of our workout before heading to the locker room.

I walked out of the locker room with my bag slung over my shoulder. Trey was quick to catch up. He stopped walking when he noticed her back at the desk. She waved at him, so what did Trey do? He sent her a wink that made her blush. Mr. Rico Suave over here.

We walked out of the building back to my car. I took the driver's seat while he got onto the passenger side after unlocking the doors. I drove out of the parking lot and headed back to my house. Getting to my house 10 minutes later. Yes, I was going faster than the speed limit. Oh well. I pulled into my driveway and parked the car.

I got out of the Ferrari after Trey got out and grabbed his bag. He headed over to his car so he could go home. I walked inside and put the stairs to my room. I stripped off my sweaty gym clothes after turning on the shower. I got under the showerhead once it was at the perfect temperature. The water pressure in my shower was spectacular and very relaxing.

I spent a little while in the shower, releasing all the tension from my body with the water pressure slamming down on me. I washed my hair and body quickly since the water started getting colder. When I got out of the shower, grabbed my towel, and turned off the water, I dried myself off. After wrapping the towel around my hips, I stepped outside of the bathroom. As I walked over to the closet, I grabbed a pair of boxers from the dresser. I slipped them on, put my towel in the laundry basket in my closet.

I walked over to my bed, put my phone on the charger, and got in bed. I’ll get a few hours of sleep before getting ready. I laid my head on my pillow and fell asleep. A few hours later, I was woken up from my glorious nap by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I groaned, got up, walked downstairs to see who was at the front door.

I unlocked the door and swung it open. I was ready to flip out on whoever rang the bell. Trey stood there with a massive grin on his face. “You have a key. Next time f*****g use it.” I sneered through my teeth, turning around and walking to the kitchen. Trey followed after I closed the door behind him.

“I left them at home. Plus, I knew you wouldn’t wake up if I didn’t come over to bother you.” He said with a s**t-eating grin on his face. I gave him the finger. Walking to the liquor cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two whiskey glasses. After I pour it, I slide Trey a glass before placing the whiskey bottle on the counter. I downed my first glass, pouring myself another one.

Trey sat there watching me. He looked like he was contemplating saying something. He gulped down his first glass, pouring himself another. “Go put some clothes on, bro,” he commented. I had forgotten that I only had a pair of boxers. I set my glass down after I downed the second glass. I walked out of the kitchen, heading towards the steps. Ascending the stairs to my bedroom, I walked into my room towards my closet. I pulled out a dark-washed pair of blue jeans and a black button-up.

I put my pants on and grabbed a pair of socks and my black dress shoes. I stuck my arms through the sleeves of my shirt, leaving my shirt unbuttoned. I put my socks and shoes on, grabbing my phone off the charger. Walking out of my room, down the stairs, back to the kitchen where Trey was still sitting at the counter nursing his second glass of whiskey.

Trey looked up as he heard me place my glass on the counter. “You ready to go, bro?” He said, gulping the rest of the whiskey in his glass. I nodded my head and walked towards my garage. I grab the keys to my Bugatti La Voiture Noire. I walked around to the driver's side of my Bugatti. I unlocked the car door, got inside, and started the engine. Trey hit the garage door button that way it's opened before getting into the passenger side of the car.

I put the car in drive, speeding out of the garage down my driveway. "Where's the club at?" I said, turning on to the highway. "Not too far from your office," he said as I sped through traffic. We pulled up to the club, stopping in front of the valet. They opened the doors for us, and we got out of my Bugatti. I tossed the valet my keys, and we headed for the front door of the club.

We got to the door when the big bouncer stood up and shook Trey's hand. "Trey, my man. How are you?" he asked, letting go of Trey's hand. "I'm good Mac. How's the wife and kids?" Trey asked the bouncer Mac.

"They are doing well. Thank you for asking." Mac said, moving aside to let us in.