smile and meet the evil stare, “You know, Sylvie, I’ve found that women who must imagine the sex lives of others are generally frustrated over the lack of sex in their own.”
Charlotte turned and walked out of the party and into the noisy casino. Had she been stupid enough to think because she and Bly were having constant sex that all the other women he’d been with would just disappear? For that matter, women would probably throw themselves at him forever; he was a billionaire, for God’s sake, a ridiculously hot, sexy billionaire. She’d let down her guard with him and it had been oh so easy to just let him pull her into his life and away from her own. She’d removed herself from a relationship before to keep from getting her heart broken and she could damn well do it again.
Bly followed her, demanding that she slow down, but she was furious and worse, tears flowed down her cheeks. He caught up to her and crushed her to him, murmuring how sorry he was.
“Let me go, Bly. At least you could have warned me about that seething witch. How on earth can you employ such a woman much less have fucked her? The rational part of me knows there are going to be women you’ve been with around every corner, but I hope they’re not all that venomous.” She shook his hand off and stepped in the elevator.
He started to get in and West called to him and said it was important. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen across his forehead. “Wait for me in the suite, Charlotte. She’s finished in my company, she’s history, her behavior is completely unacceptable. Don’t give her or any woman another thought. Do you have any doubt that you’re the only woman for me? I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of you since you came back into my life. ” He brushed the tears from her cheeks, gave her a scalding kiss, then turned and walked toward West.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown as soon as she walked in the suite. She took a tiny bottle of tequila from the mini-bar and drank it fast, then coughed as it burned her throat. She stood before the wall of windows and stared out at the multitude of lights on the Vegas Strip below. Her raging jealousy was foreign to her and it hurt like hell. He’d slept with untold numbers of women. Maybe he’d given them jewels and made sure they stayed sore with his mesmerizing cock. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being out of control, she’d let down her guard and he was consuming her. She had to end it and he wouldn’t be easy to dissuade. Only if he thought she wanted another man could she drive him away.
She dressed in a tiny silver mini-dress. It was sleeveless with a high rounded neckline and it swept from her shoulders in an A-line. It flared into a swingy hem that was so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. She was feeling the tequila drive her cares away and she changed into a tiny pair of black, silk ‘boy short’ panties just in case her skirt swirled up by accident. She laughed at the thought, how it would make Bly furious. Too bad , she thought, fuck him if he can’t take a joke . She slipped into a strappy pair of heels and was out the door.
Charlotte walked into the casino and men stopped gambling to stare at her. She asked for directions to the most happening bar and was directed to the top floor. A line of people waited outside the bar but she walked right up and said she was with Alexander Bly and they welcomed her in. The music was loud and pumping and a DJ was shouting, “Welcome to the Skye Lounge!” She worked her way through the crowd, leaned against the cold granite bar and ordered a vodka martini. She could hear her cell phone ringing in her purse, she answered it and before Bly could get two words out she
Charlotte turned and walked out of the party and into the noisy casino. Had she been stupid enough to think because she and Bly were having constant sex that all the other women he’d been with would just disappear? For that matter, women would probably throw themselves at him forever; he was a billionaire, for God’s sake, a ridiculously hot, sexy billionaire. She’d let down her guard with him and it had been oh so easy to just let him pull her into his life and away from her own. She’d removed herself from a relationship before to keep from getting her heart broken and she could damn well do it again.
Bly followed her, demanding that she slow down, but she was furious and worse, tears flowed down her cheeks. He caught up to her and crushed her to him, murmuring how sorry he was.
“Let me go, Bly. At least you could have warned me about that seething witch. How on earth can you employ such a woman much less have fucked her? The rational part of me knows there are going to be women you’ve been with around every corner, but I hope they’re not all that venomous.” She shook his hand off and stepped in the elevator.
He started to get in and West called to him and said it was important. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen across his forehead. “Wait for me in the suite, Charlotte. She’s finished in my company, she’s history, her behavior is completely unacceptable. Don’t give her or any woman another thought. Do you have any doubt that you’re the only woman for me? I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of you since you came back into my life. ” He brushed the tears from her cheeks, gave her a scalding kiss, then turned and walked toward West.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown as soon as she walked in the suite. She took a tiny bottle of tequila from the mini-bar and drank it fast, then coughed as it burned her throat. She stood before the wall of windows and stared out at the multitude of lights on the Vegas Strip below. Her raging jealousy was foreign to her and it hurt like hell. He’d slept with untold numbers of women. Maybe he’d given them jewels and made sure they stayed sore with his mesmerizing cock. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being out of control, she’d let down her guard and he was consuming her. She had to end it and he wouldn’t be easy to dissuade. Only if he thought she wanted another man could she drive him away.
She dressed in a tiny silver mini-dress. It was sleeveless with a high rounded neckline and it swept from her shoulders in an A-line. It flared into a swingy hem that was so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. She was feeling the tequila drive her cares away and she changed into a tiny pair of black, silk ‘boy short’ panties just in case her skirt swirled up by accident. She laughed at the thought, how it would make Bly furious. Too bad , she thought, fuck him if he can’t take a joke . She slipped into a strappy pair of heels and was out the door.
Charlotte walked into the casino and men stopped gambling to stare at her. She asked for directions to the most happening bar and was directed to the top floor. A line of people waited outside the bar but she walked right up and said she was with Alexander Bly and they welcomed her in. The music was loud and pumping and a DJ was shouting, “Welcome to the Skye Lounge!” She worked her way through the crowd, leaned against the cold granite bar and ordered a vodka martini. She could hear her cell phone ringing in her purse, she answered it and before Bly could get two words out she
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