How I Tamed The Billionaire Playboy

/Eric/ They claim that there is a turning point for everything, and that no one is able to prolong a winning streak of luck for very Alfred. This is according to the popular belief that everything has a turning point.Whoever stated that obviously hasn't had the pleasure of meeting Eric Alfred, heir to one of the most significant fortunes on the East Coast.A grating whine was humming in my ear as I lain in bed that morning, grinning to myself and rehashing the events of the previous night's shenanigans when it suddenly interrupted my reverie. I rolled over and frowned as I opened both of my eyes.A naked blonde murmured, "Hey, sexy," to the other person. She was beaming, biting her lower lip, and fluttering her lashes as she looked at me while she had my thousand-thread-count sheet pulled up high over her obviously artificial but still lovely breasts. It was immediately obvious that she believed this made her unique; that something about her was so good that made her stand out from the rest of my conquests in a blaze of s*x and golden light. This was a clear indication that she believed this made her exceptional. However, I was about to puncture her optimistic bubble."Why are you still hanging out in this place?" I moaned and rolled over in my bed before attempting to get out of it.Again, the blonde whimpered, but this time it was much too soft for me to pick up.I rolled my eyes and gave her a hostile look before turning my back on her. I addressed you in a direct manner, saying, "I asked you a question." "You feel like responding me or not?"The blonde made a frowning face. The look of dissatisfaction on her face was unmistakable, and she showed it by biting her lower lip. This time she wasn't pouting.“Why?” She removed the strands of hair that were resting on her forehead. "It was fine for me to say that I was going to sleep over at your place last night." She began to creep near me before I even had a chance to respond. When the sheet came off of her, it revealed that she had gorgeous breasts that were topped with pink n*****s. My sore c**k jerked between my legs, but I was well aware that getting involved with a monster like this was risky business. I understood this all too well."Well, I was f*ckin' drunk last night, love," I said in a sarcastic tone as I got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts. I continued. "It's time for you to leave — get a move on!"The blonde made a pouting face. She leaned back against the cushions and began detangling the blonde mane of curls that had gotten knotted up in her hair.She remarked, "I think you're being nasty." You have such a wonderful flat that you won't even notice that I'm staying here. Hey, are you interested in getting breakfast with me?"I replied with a frosty "No." "As I've already conveyed to you, it is imperative that you depart. I'm about to hop in the shower, and I want you to leave before I come out.The blonde made an exasperated moan, and then she pulled the sheet over her head and pretended to hide as I crossed the room to go to the other side. On days like today, the plush wall-to-wall carpeting felt lovely on my feet, but I discovered that I was unable to appreciate the rich grandeur of my apartment despite its many wonderful features.After relieving myself in the basin in the restroom, I grabbed a toothbrush and began drowsily working my way through the motions of brushing my teeth. Because I had had so much tequila the night before, my entire body hurt, and I wasn't surprised in the least that I'd allowed my conquest sleep over at my place. The majority of the time, I adhered to the following rule: no sleeping guests of the female gender were permitted, regardless of how inebriated they might be.As I frantically tried to remove the taste of alcohol, limes, and salt from my teeth, I couldn't help but think back to the previous evening. What did I get up to the night before?I had a hazy recollection of going out with my buddy Robin to the Hustler club after we had gotten together for drinks. However, after that, everything started to become cloudy. I let out a frustrated groan as I reached into my luxurious standing shower and adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was as hot as it could possibly get. The three rainforest shower heads that I had installed only a few short weeks ago began to emit an instantaneous mist of scalding hot liquid as soon as they were turned on. Even with a hangover, Eric Alfred was still one hot motherfucker, and I grinned as I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror.I started by rinsing my teeth.threw my toothbrush to the side and proceeded to wash my face under the hot spray. It seemed almost like a baptism or a fresh start as the water worked its way through my hair and over my skin. I clenched my fists and moaned as I ran my hands through my dark hair while closing my eyes. I could nearly smell the residual tequila pouring out of my pores, and it was stiff at the roots from the grease and sweat that I had been working up a sweat. I was startled into opening my eyes and uttering a sound as I heard a knock on the glass. The blonde was glaring at me while she stood on the opposite side of the shower clad only in her underwear. It was evident that she had been drinking just as much as I had because her lips were chapped and her skin was dry. Despite this, I could tell that she was going out of her way to impress me."Eric," the blonde whimpered as she pressed her nude body against the door. "Eric." I couldn't help but gaze at her ample breasts as they rubbed against the glass wall of the shower as she took a shower."Leave me alone," I muttered. "As I told you before, it's time for you to depart."The blonde made a frowning face. "Eric, what are you waiting for? Why don't you let me hop in the shower with you?" She opened her mouth and lightly touched the tip of her pink tongue on her lips while making a provocative face."No," I answered. I smiled and shook my head. "Return home. There is a twenty dollar bill on the dresser if you need any money to call a taxi.The blonde made a pouting face. In a flirtatious tone, she urged him to "Come on." "I'm very sorry, Eric. I really am. I need to take a shower, could you please help me?"I rolled my eyes in response. I muttered, "Get the f*** off of me." "You're not getting in here."The blonde's quick action in pulling open the shower door caught me off guard. As soon as she attempted to enter, I immediately placed both of my hands on her shoulders and roughly pulled her away from the entrance. She let out a startled yell just before losing her footing on the wet floor and collapsing to the ground with her legs spread apart.I shouted at her, "I told you." "I want you gone. You get that I don't f**k the same woman more than once, right? You had to leave immediately, or else I'll get out of the shower and call the police on you.The woman turned her dark eyes back to me, showing all of her emotions—hurt, anger, and disappointment—in her expression. We looked at each other intently for a little period of time. Then she muttered something under her breath and stomped out of the bathroom while draped in a shawl that she had fashioned out of one of my pricey cotton towels from France.As I submerged my head once more in the water and worked a big clump of shampoo through my mane, I couldn't help but think of women. Can't live with them, can't live without them; neither option is viable. After an hour, I finally began to experience some human-like symptoms again. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, the headache came back, but with the help of a couple of aspirin and a gallon-sized container of water, I was able to stave it off for the time being. Thankfully, the blonde had already departed, but not before writing a letter that was appallingly impolite and then placing it on top of the dresser. Not to mention the fact that, of course, she had taken all of the cash that I had stashed away in that location for circumstances such as this one. I didn't mind because I had plenty of money, so it wasn't a major concern of mine; nonetheless, I could have done without her attitude completely. I let out a groan as I yanked the towel off of my toned abdominal muscles and flung it into the ground. After rubbing some pomade into my hands, I moved my hair away from my forehead and finished styling it. I gave myself a smirk as I reached for my phone and phoned the number of my closest friend, Robin."Yo," Robin said. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking since he had an amused tone to his voice. "What's going on?"I yawned. "I need a drink," I complained. "I can't believe this little w***e I brought home had the audacity to stay the night."