My beautiful billionaire player

CHAPTER 5

When I look over his shoulder, I see that Sasha is paying attention to us; consequently, I smile at her. "My very best friend extended an invitation for me to spend the summer with her."

"Your dialect sounds distinctive in comparison to that of other Americans I've spoken with."

Over the years, Sasha had given me a lot of criticism regarding my deep southern accent and twang. I offer an explanation by saying, "That's because I'm from the South."

"I like it," he says. "So, how were you able to put your life on hold for a period of three months? And what did you do with your time?"

"I needed to take some time off from my career so that I could get some things straight in my head before I could make some important decisions," you might say.

He peeks over my shoulder, and as he does so, an aggravated expression appears on his face. "I have to be somewhere in a few minutes, so I have to cut our dance short. However, I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me for dinner tomorrow night."

How could I possibly say "no" to this man? "Yes, I'd be interested in that."

"I have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow evening, and I anticipate that it will run behind schedule. Could I have your permission to send my driver to pick you up around seven o'clock?"

Have you seen his driver? "Umm, okay."

He removes his phone from its hiding place in his pocket. "In which hotel will you be staying?"

It takes me a few moments to remember the unfamiliar address, but as soon as I hang up the phone, he types it into his phone. The address is "452 Stanton Street."

My driver's name is Michael, and you can count on him to arrive promptly at your destination.

“Okay. I won't keep you waiting."

I make my way to the all-gender restroom, he follows me in and asks "So tell me, what do you fancy in a man?"

"Hmm...... Well I like a fully packed dashing man who knows his ways"

"His ways?" could you shed some more light on that? I think I've said enough, won't like to spill too much info to a stranger.

Seems to me she doesn't want to open up. So I ask another question "On a scale of 1-10, how good of a kisser are you?"

"What? Seriously?" I notice some hesitation, but she answered by saying "maybe a 5 or a 6". Ooh, interesting "give yourself a little credit."

"Why ask me all these questions". "I'm just curious to know how a dashing lady like you would be." Interesting... "Let's find out how good you are, yes?" She looks at me and says "I cannot kiss a stranger." "and why is that?" "Because you're a stranger." hmm so I say "Is just a kiss."

I can tell by the look on her face that she's still skeptical, but she gives a look and says "Okay." I moved in and kissed her, I knew from the look on her face that she liked it. "How was that?" "mmm fair enough I would rate you a four," "four? Seriously?" I was testing her and I said obviously she could do better than that.

She shrugs and says "last time" she leans in and we started kissing, my tongue work was through the roof then we started making out, caressing her, grabbing her ass, and starting fingering her. She responds by kissing me hard and grabbing me tight and shaking, she was soaking wet, and damn she's hotter than I thought. She moans, "Shhh not so loud" her boobs were all hard and perky, I turned her around and bent her, stroking and s******g, we didn't care about using protection, but thankfully I didn't c*m.

"Well that was exciting," he said. What have I done? Giving up myself so easily, though he's too Damn attractive, and not that people don't f*ck strangers, I feel like a w***e right now. Having s*x with someone whom I don't even know, I feel terrible right now, what would Sasha say about this? Best if I do not tell her.

He looks at me and says "Hey... What if we keep this as our little secret and forget that it happened?" I wish it never happened. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

I shrug and turned my face. "Think about it, let's forget it, or blame it on the drinks we had."

How can I forget this ever happened? I'm a bit ashamed of myself even though I enjoyed his d**k all up in me and it felt like heaven on earth. "Okay, but what happened here stays here, Okay?"

"Good." But deep down, I knew I wanted more, I walk out of the restroom and did not want to look at him because I'm feeling a bit shy at that moment.

As he walks away, I am reminded that we never took the time to properly introduce ourselves. “Wait. I didn't get your name."

He gives me a grin as he moves away from me while walking in reverse. "If you don't know, then it will be more interesting for you. We'll talk again the night after tomorrow."

More intriguing? What the hell are we supposed to take from that? He provides me with the name of his driver, but not his own. That's very strange. If I've committed to having dinner and a one-night stand with him, I ought to be familiar with his name.

I feel someone put a warm hand on my arm. "Hey, why are you standing all by yourself on the dance floor? What the heck are you doing?" Mike asks.

"I was not by myself. Someone else and I were dancing together, but he had to leave. I look all over for Nameless, but it's too late to find him. Similar to a ghost."

Mike looks as though he doesn't believe a word I'm saying and gives me a bewildered look. “Okay. Would you like to see the dance through to its conclusion?"

“Sure.”

As I move my body to the rhythm of Mike's music, I can't help but reflect on the phantom and the way he vanished without providing me with his name. s**t! I'm willing to bet that the scumbag with the good looks is already taken, and that's the reason he wouldn't tell me his name.

For some reason, I don't think that will work out. If there is one thing I don't do, it's having s****l relations with married men.

Sasha is currently in the midst of her pre-s*x show with Alan, which is unfortunate because I need to speak with her. That translates to the fact that she is sending Mike and I home alone. I'm not in the right headspace to deal with that right now. "I'm not feeling well. It sounds like the best option is for me to take a cab back to the apartment."

"I'll drive you."

I reached out and placed my hand on his arm. "I am unable to request that of you. Tonight is your big night. Enjoy it. Continue to stay and brag about everything you've accomplished."

"I have no objections. Really.”

I am aware of that. Although he seems like such a nice person, I'm not interested in talking to him. "I know, but I'd feel worse if you didn't stay to promote what you've worked so hard for because you've put in so much effort."

She gives in, and I take a cab back to the apartment where I was staying. I always make it a point to have already gone to bed by the time he gets home. When he knocks on the door of the bedroom, I make it appear as though I'm still asleep because I'm not sure what he wants.

However, that is not the case. I am aware of his intentions, but I have decided to take the path of the least resistance. Although I ought to be harsh with him and tell him to back off, I don't. I try to avoid him, but all that does be put off the inevitable.

I am startled awake by the movement of the bed in the next room. Where did you get that? My heart feels like it's going to take off like a helicopter because of all the adrenaline that's coursing through my veins. My head, neck, and chest are all being driven crazy by this throbbing sensation. Even my hands.

“Sasha?” I hope that I can finally hear her voice responding to me.

“Yeah.” She speaks softly as if she is afraid that someone will be startled by her voice. Too late.

It's a relief to hear her voice instead of Mike's, but it hasn't stopped me from being furious as hell. I check the time on the clock that's sitting on the nightstand. It is 3:18 in the morning at this moment. "You frightened the living daylights out of me. What are you doing getting into bed at this ridiculously early hour in the morning? I was under the impression that you were at Alan's."

"I was."

You were before, but you aren't anymore. "Why did you decide to return? Did something happen?"

"No, but you're familiar with me. I don't ever want to be that girl who overstays her welcome. I don't want to be that girl."

Right. Because after he gets in your pants, the Dude doesn't owe you anything, and you can't hold that against him. "Let me get this straight. You don't want to be the girl who overstays her welcome, but you're willing to let him wear out your v****a, aren't you?"

In the pitch black, she smacks my arm. "That's just crude, mandy." She can't help but chuckle. "But, oh, how true that is. He did use up all of it like a true champion."

Ugh! I was joking.

"Mandy, this is just a game. Trust me. I am completely aware of my actions. If he has to think about me while he is in bed, it will increase the likelihood that he will want to be with me. But there's another reason I came home, even though he'll probably wish he'd asked me to stay here. I don't want Mike to find out that I had s****l relations with Alan."

Good grief. In modern parlance, we refer to it using this term. Why would Mike even care about that?

"Since you are an only child, you simply do not understand. It doesn't matter how old you are to brothers. They have a strange attitude toward their friends sleeping with their sisters."

"What about a sister who is absolutely beside herself because her brother is trying to get intimate with her very best friend? Shouldn't she be doing something to try to change Mike's mind, like maybe trying to dissuade him?"

"So, I saw you dancing in a good-looking suit last night. What the heck is going on there?"

Good-looking suit?. That doesn't bother me at all. "Yes, it was him; he was the gentleman I ran into at the club the other night as we were leaving. The very same one that I haven't been able to pull thoughts away from for the past three days."

"Oh, wow." What a strange occurrence! It is not necessary for her to tell me. "I was afraid that I wouldn't run into him ever again."

"I know. Tonight, he invited me to join him for dinner." I let out a high-pitched squeal that, coming from a woman of twenty-two years of age, was completely inappropriate. Because he has a meeting in the afternoon, he has arranged for his driver to come and pick me up. Isn't that strange?

"I don't think so unless he means to refer to the person who is sitting in the front seat of a taxi as his driver. He must have a lot of money. What does he do?"

"I can't say for sure. We did not get even close to that point."

"What is his name?"

I have made the decision not to let her know that he suggested that it would be more interesting if I was in the dark about it. "Umm, I'm afraid we didn't make it very far either."

"That's messed up, to put it mildly. You're going on a date with a guy, but you have no idea who he is, right? Who should I inform the authorities about if you go missing because he is another attractive serial killer?"

Oh, hell. That wasn't something that crossed my mind. What if he turns out to be some strange individual? "I suppose you should tell them it was the guy in the well-groomed suit who did it."

Victor Stephens POV

After receiving a message from Michael informing me that he is about to pull up to the front of The Ashford Hotel, I excuse myself from our table in the hotel restaurant in order to go meet her. As I walk out of the hotel to meet my American girlfriend, Michael is making his way back to her room to open the door, but I stop him. "Don't worry about it, Michael. Thank you."

She exits onto the sidewalk after opening her door and taking a few steps forward. She has on a floral satin one-shouldered dress that is belted at the waist, and she is wearing extremely high heels that make her legs appear even longer than they already are. She is stunning, and my fingers are itching to reach out and brush against the skin that is exposed on her shoulder.