Chapter 9

ENZO

My eyes flickered over the voluptuous curves of the woman who stood in my view, her head thrown back in a seductive fashion as she slowly kicked off her shoes and lowered herself onto the bed in the dimly lit bedroom. The only source of light in the large room was the red and green colored lights hanging from different parts of the ceiling.

I smirked, turning back to the woman who lay on the bed. She was peeling off the cheetah print dress that hugged every curve. As she peeled the material off her shoulders, her huge breasts spilled out, making me swallow hard in anticipation. I slowly tore off my belt and approached her.

She bent on all fours, looking up at me with wide, puppy eyes. "Do you need help with that?" She whimpered, bringing one palm up to tease my crotch. I frowned, reaching out to cup her face. And then I squeezed.

"You speak only when I tell you to," I warned, my voice low and rumbling. She nodded, clamping her lips shut. "Good girl."

"Up!" I ordered, watching in satisfaction as she obeyed. "On your knees." She obeyed again without question. I slowly slipped off my pants, grunting as my cock sprung free. I wasn't aroused yet. It was normal for me, it took me a while to really get it going, mostly because I simply wasn't attracted to any of these women. They were beautiful, no doubt, curvy and delicious. I had started using this escort service years ago. It was private, underground, top secret. But it was just a way for me to release. None of these women meant anything to me.

The big breasted blondie in front of me might as well have been a piece of furniture. But I wanted to get this over with. I closed my fingers around my cock, tightened my grip and began to pump, slowly. Slowly. The blondie looked up at me, surprise evident in her wide eyes. But she did not complain.

As I felt my length begin to kick and expand, I forced two fingers into Blondie's mouth, pushing her lips apart to make an entrance for my now hardened cock. She clearly understood the assignment as she widened her lips to its limit. I watched with glee as she slowly glided my thick length between her lips. I bucked my hips forward, curious to see if she could take the whole thing. When she resisted, I hid a smile.

Her head bobbed as she sucked me, drool dribbling down the corners of her lips. I gripped her hair tight, pushing her forward, increasing the tempo. Fast, fast, slow. She moved her tongue expertly, taking me in as I reached down to grip her full breasts. After some minutes, I felt my release coming.

"Open… your mouth," I panted. She obeyed immediately. A low growl escaped my lips as I came into her mouth. When I pulled away, she licked the corners of her lips, swallowing it all. I chuckled, impressed. "Good girl."

I looked her over once more, trying to decide if I wanted to fuck her or not. No. The thick, cakey makeup she was wearing was smeared all over her face, and her nose was red and irritated, probably from her face slapping over my hip as she sucked me. There was no way in hell I was going to fuck that.

Making my way to the bathroom, I pulled on my underwear and pants and washed my hands off. When I emerged into the room once again, I saw Blondie seated on the floor awaiting me. I slipped out a wad of cash from my pants and tossed it to her. Usually the girls were paid by the agency, but I liked to tip every once in a while. She stared up at me in surprise, her mouth agape as she looked from me to the bills laying limply in her palm. "T-thank…thank you, s-sir."

Not bothering to reply, I pulled on my coat and exited the room, the scent of sweat and my release still lingering in the air.

I climbed down the stairs of the hotel and headed to the bar downstairs where I would be meeting my friends. I had decided to take tonight off work so I could relax and mentally prepare myself for tomorrow. My schedule was packed full, with not one atom of breathing space. I knew being the CEO of a multibillionaire company came with responsibilities and sacrifices, so I had expected this when I took over. But sometimes it got pretty tiring. Sometimes I would secretly miss my modeling days when all I had to do was workout and look sexy.

But I would not sacrifice this company for anything. It was my life, and I loved my job. Asides from being a huge pain in my ass, it had its perks too. And I rather enjoyed it.

"Mr Hernandez!" The bartender greeted me as I slid a stool across from the table and lowered myself into it. "Welcome."

"Ah, Luís. Good to see you. ¿Cómo van las cosas aquí?"

"Bueno, bueno. Gracias. What would you like to have?"

I thought about it. There was still a lot of time to get drunk tonight. I decided I would just wait for my friends to get here. After I had relayed this to Luís, he nodded in understanding, sliding a bottle of soda water in my direction. I sipped it slowly, looking over at the condition of the bar. The bar was one of the many ones in town that belonged to me, and ever since it opened business had been booming. I was nothing less than impressed.

After about ten minutes of sipping my soda water, my friends arrived. I didn't need to turn around to know that they had arrived. The screams from the ladies in the bar and the flashing camera lights told the tale enough. Just like me, Ramsay and Khalid were famous figures.

Ramsay was the host of one of the most famous reality TV shows. He was also a chef and had tons of restaurants worldwide. I had known Ramsay since childhood as his family and mine were business partners. We had practically grown up together. But we never spoke more than two words to each other. We only began to connect when we both got into college.

Khalid, on the other hand, was an actor, a model, and the owner of a huge fashion line. I had met him my first year in college and we clicked immediately. I also had a lot of respect for him. He was the only one of us who wasn't born into wealth. And seeing that he had achieved all he did all on his own, that was the biggest success of all. And I could not be more proud of him.

"Mr Hernandez, my lord," Ramsay did a mock bow as he approached me. "Good to see you."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Good to see you too, chef." I turned to Khalid who was slow dancing his way to me, his pearly whites contrasting to the chocolate tone of his skin. I burst into laughter at the dance he was doing. Sometimes I could not believe my friends were the same people. When we first met they were serious as hell. But look now, dancing in a bar.

"How are you assholes doing? Long time no see," I grinned as we all sat around a round table. We had moved to the VIP section so we were alone and away from the crowd.

"Oh I have a better question. How are you doing?" Ramsay said. Before I could answer, Khalid had flung a tabloid on the table in front of us.

"Bam! Explain that. We've been seeing this all over the news. Ramsay and I were confused as hell. You, Hernandez, big Henny, a girlfriend? Nah, it didn't sound right."

I groaned at the sight of the same tabloid my sister had shown me. "This is bullshit," I laughed. I narrated the coffee shop incident to them. The whole time they just sat listening, and grimacing.

"She just kissed you? Just like that? Damn, she a crazy fan or something?" Khalid asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"That is the weirdest thing I have ever heard," Ramsay commented. He picked up the tabloid and stared at the cover. "But she is hot, I'll give her that. Look at those eyes…I would definitely hit that."

We all burst out laughing. "I mean he's not wrong. She's a beauty. Did you see her again?" Khalid asked. I shook my head, telling them how she had just disappeared.

"Years of keeping my love life private and then this happens, all because some woman I don't know decided to kiss me," I shook my head. "You can imagine what my Dad would say if he saw this. How do I explain that I don't even know who the hell she is? Give my father that tabloid and he'd start to plan a damn wedding."

My friends burst into a round of boisterous laughter, making me join in.

"But hey, anything to get him off your back right?" Ramsay laughed. Turning away, he motioned to the bartender to bring over some whiskey for us. As we began to drink, my mind kept going back to what Ramsay had said. And he was right about one thing; I would do anything to get my father and the media off my back. But what?

An idea formulating in my head, I turned back to my friends and continued to drink.