To Be Loved By The Billionaire

“Nonna, marriage is the least thing on my mind right now.” I responded with a chuckle. Nonna Isabella Giordano, my strong willed grandmother stared at me, her expression aghast. “Child, you won’t be the death of me” she said. This has to be the umpteenth time this week, she has bugged me concerning getting married and giving her grandkids. I mean, I’m only 34, I still have my sights on several accomplishments. Marriage? I don’t see what’s so important about that, it’s not like females are the best creation. An unnecessary distraction is a befitting word for it, now don’t get me started on love. Love? What a joke! That probably no longer exists. It’s a thing from Nonna’s generation. “I’m heading out Nonna, I’ll call you later” I said whilst I walked out of Nonna’s home in New york. I glanced at my watch, it was almost time. Earlier, I had called for one of my mistresses, this one was new, kind of different from my usual taste. I had started to get bored with s*x from my partners, so I’m exploring new fields. Don’t get me wrong, I have a type and can easily recognize her. I slid smoothly into my black sedan. “Where to sir?” my chauffeur asked. “The hotel”. He stared at me from the rear-view mirror, and with a nod started the car. She strutted towards me in nothing but highheels, a pair of red g-string p***ties, bare b***s, her lips were a deep red shade and her dark hair cascaded in waves, a seasoned seductress she was. “Get on your f***king knees and take my c**k into your damn mouth”. She moved while kneeling and positioned herself in front of me, unzipped my trousers, her hands expertly glided up and down my lengthy veiny member, as she slowly bent forward and took me in her mouth. Sensations flooded through me as a groan fell past my lips “F**k! Yes! Shoving my c**k into her mouth as she s**ked on it. I positioned her head where I wanted, as it bobbed up and down my member. In continuous strokes, I f**ked her mouth, sensations flooding through me. My member throbbed as I pushed it forward, making sure she had all of me. “Open wide for me” I said, my pace quickening and her lips moving quickly, she was up to the task. “F**k! Lick it and s**k it like you f**king want to!” Her tongue swirled the tip of my c**k in circles, I felt like I was about to explode. “Yes! F**k! keep going” I kept moving in, this time in hard strokes. “I am going to c*m! And you would take in all of my c*m”. She smiled coyly and s**ked harder in response. I groaned, as I momentarily lost it, spilling my c*m into her mouth and she took every bit of it, like the slut she was. I quickly reached for the drawer, while she got out of her p**nties. Lowering my trousers a little further, and then rolled on the c**dom. She positioned her a** on the bed, her hands pushed forward as I slid into her wet and ready p****y which greedily took the whole of my length. My strokes were hot and hard, finding my rhythm, I got harder with each stroke, pushing into her core. Her moans were getting louder, as I leaned forward and grabbed her b**bs, continuously pounding into her, her p***y clenched tighter. Waves of pleasure filled my body as I headed towards my apex, I stilled as I tried to hold it in. Just then, my screen lit up, I was getting a call. Ramming into her in hard fast strokes, I felt my body rack as I found my release. I withdrew, picked up my phone and walked into the bathroom. With one hand, I slid the screen to answer, then removed the c**dom with my free hand. “Matteo! what’s up! I was about to call you”. “Luca mio amico, I haven’t heard from you in a week”. “You know how I get caught up in business, I will stop by tonight”. "Any new escapades with your latest conquest?" Matteo asked with a chuckle. I joined in, laughing heartily. "You know me too well, Matteo. I got bored. Let’s chat when we meet.” I hung up and scrolled through my never ending emails, my hands weaving through my dark hair subconsciously. With a sigh, I flushed the toilet, washed up and got out. The lady was already dressed and waiting, apparently she had used the bathroom in the adjoining room to cleanup. “I’ll have someone call you a cab.” “No, that’s not it,” she said. I gave a nod, as I had no interest in what she had to say. A check had already been drawn up and would be given to her once she got out. If she had waited, expectant that I made some sort of promises and all of that crap, then she got the wrong man. I arrived at Matteo's club late evening. Matteo De Rossi was my best friend and confidant. We have been friends since I could dress myself. This was an exclusive members-only club. Stepping in, my eyes took in the lovely ambiance that exuded understated luxury. Matteo had taste, all thanks to me, I thought. The doorman nodded in greeting as I quickly walked past him. Matteo was heading towards me, with the widest grin on his face. He was an attractive man, tall, burly; his brown, long hair was slicked back as usual, along with his well-groomed full beard. He was sporting a well-fitted grey business suit. “Luca, good to see you” he greeted with his protruding Italian accent. Next, we were seated in plush armchairs, a bottle of aged whiskey before us, and I helped myself to some. We were in a private room where we usually had our conversations. The rich aroma of whiskey mingling with the scent of cigar smoke and polished wood filled the room. “You didn’t mention you were in town, when did you come in?” Matteo asked, taking a puff from his cigar. “My bad, I came in two nights ago, business as usual, you know. I actually just left Nonna’s place, she’s given me an earful regarding how I do not care for her. I decided to stay at her place as I came in. I’m not so sure that was a wise decision.” I said the last part with a chuckle. "Nonna Isabella strikes again," Matteo remarked with raised eyebrows over his glass. "Indeed. She's relentless." I responded while I lifted my glass to my lips. "Luca my friend, Nonna may be persistent but she means well. Maybe it’s time to entertain the idea she's been pushing. You can’t deny it forever.” Matteo said as he leaned back, swirling his whiskey thoughtfully. "Love has no place in my world, Matteo. It's a distraction—a weakness." "Is it?" he countered gently. "Or is it the missing piece you never knew you needed?" I tilted my head slightly, as skepticism washed over me, "You know how I feel about this, Matteo. My focus is on expanding our ventures, not on finding a wife." "Fair enough," he replied, in his usual thoughtful way. "But consider this: finding someone to share your life with doesn't have to detract from your ambitions. In fact, it might enhance them.” I went over his words in my head, and stared at him with raised eyebrows. Matteo had always been the voice of reason, a stark contrast to my own calculated pragmatism, but since when did he become an advocate for love? "I need someone who understands my priorities, Matteo. Someone who won't disrupt my life." He stared at me thoughtfully, with his see through gaze, probably already sensing my internal struggle I was trying so hard to conceal. The silence filling the room while my words lingered in the air between us. “Alright," I said with a sigh, "let's say I entertain this notion. Who do you have in mind?" “Have you gotten a date for the upcoming gala?” “Oh yeah! the gala! I totally forgot it’s this weekend.” A mischievous glint flashed in Matteo's eyes as he leaned forward. "I have just the person." “May I interest you in a game at the tables?” “Not today, see you around Matteo” I said as I stood up to leave. “Gus, Rufus, Seth and the others are present, you could watch them even though you don’t get any chips, or make any stakes.” “That’s the first thing you should have mentioned. Those rascals are in town! I’m game” I responded with a grin. With our unfinished drinks in hand, we set to join our friends at the gaming tables. It was going to be a long night.