Desire Of The Elite

CHAPTER 7

Ethan's POV

The girl my friend Maxwell picked for me this evening didn't look like she was doing this for the money. She's doing this for fun, which fits perfectly with my evening agenda. I have drowned myself in work these past few weeks after the conversation with my dad. I knew he would not drop the issue, and his call reminding me of the girl's graduation dinner proved me right. I needed to unwind before attending a gathering of people I could not stand and being introduced to a pompous, spoiled little brat. The female children of the wealthy are all the same. “Come here,” I instructed the call girl.

Few minutes later; She was mourning so louldy that she couldnt help it cause it made her be in cloud nine, ohhh! oouuuuuu! fuckkkk me hard baby; I want to feel your c**k inside of me so bad.

I want you to make my legs shake till the extent i wont feel them no more. I am so hot right now; my body is on fire, and all I want is for you to make me c*m again.” I am not enjoying this.Not everything is going as I had hoped.

For reasons, I couldn't decipher, I was unable to get my supposed wife-to-be out of my mind. I wasn't going to agree to the marriage, no way! I was only attending to tell her and her parents of my decision so they could look somewhere else.

There are plenty of wealthy bachelors in New York. “Go get dressed,” I said to the call girl. “Why are you tired? My time isn't up yet.” She looked at me, the gum in her mouth visible as she chewed it in different directions. “Well, my time is up; I have something to attend to. Maxwell will make sure you get your money before you walk out of the building.” I stood up, walking to the bathroom. She hissed, “You look like you can handle five girls at once, but you are such a bummer. You couldn't even get one girl to have an orgasm.” I would not argue with a random lady about my s****l prowess. I got into the bathroom, put on the cold shower, and allowed myself to get lost in thought. The venue for the ceremony was her parents' house. There were cars lined up in every inch of the compound; I could barely get a parking space. They knew a lot of people—wealthy people. The celebration poured out of their living room into the pool area and the garden close by. This looked like too much for a graduation celebratory party, but then it's for their spoiled daughter. She obviously requested all of these. They are all the same; whatever her name is, my ex, Emma, and a hundred other New York girls are all the same. I noticed a few familiar faces as I walked into the crowd, looking for my dad to make the introductions. I state my stance and can be on my way. There's Patrick, the leading man in automobiles, a rival in business, and his beautiful wife Ellen, who on various occasions has tried to get me to sleep with her, but I don't move that way. There's Hassan, a black Muslim from Egypt who deals in the finest and rarest home decor in the whole of the USA. He recently ventured into real estate, and then others I have done a deal or two with. This family does know people. I felt my dad's voice in my head telling me, “This is why we need them.” “Sir, a glass of wine?” One of the servers beckoned to me. “Yes, please.” “Red or white, sir?” “White.” He passed me a glass, and that's when I saw her. In a white gown, petite, with alluring curves and hips.

The curls in her hair were pinned in place as it was pulled back. As I fixed my gaze on her, my mouth went dry. The dress hugged her body like a second skin and had no sleeves. She could only see her breasts' tops because of the gown's exposure of her neck and shoulders. She possessed a breathtaking beauty with dark brown eyes and a flawless smile. The intensity of my gaze could have pierced right through her.

Thank God I wore shades. She looked innocent but dangerous, all at once. I felt my heart jump in my chest. This woman was gorgeous. She had this mysterious air about her. For a second, it looked like she was staring back as intensely as I was, but her eyes quickly looked away. I must have been mistaken.