Wife of fortune

Chapter 3

GRAYSON

"I always knew your granpops had something under his sleeve but I wasn't expecting this" Cole says as he's whisking around his glass of whiskey.

"Said some shit about family image" I sip on my drink "honestly don't ask me, it's all so twisted I don't even get how it will bring any good to the business"

"Did you meet her?" He's asking.

Cole is my only true friend that I trust. We've been friends since I can remember and never once has he betrayed my trust.

"Yes" I say simply.

"Well, how was she? Was she hot?" Cole bumps me in the shoulder with a smirk on her face.

"She's alright, not my type" I lift my glass for the bartender to pour me another.

"Blond and sex on legs?" He's asking. That's what he's been calling 'my type' for years. And he's right most of the woman I've slept with are blond but that doesn't mean that's my type.

"Brunette and with a big attitude, couldn't shut up" I say and Cole laughs. "What's so funny?"

"Maybe it'll do you good, widen your horizons" he's also ordering a refill.

"The only thing she'll do is eat at my nerves till the point where I'm gonna have to put a bullet between my eyes" Cole laughs again and then twists in his chair.

"I see my first target" he's saying and I look over my shoulder to see a brunette girl with a miniskirt and a crop top dancing.

"Have fun" I say and down my glass.

"You know it" Cole says and puts down his empty glass and walks over to her. She seems pretty pleased he came up to her. I watch as he whispers something in her ear and with that she takes his hand and follows him. That motherfucker. I almost want to laugh but before I do, there's a woman standing beside me looking me up and down.

"Is this seat taken?" She's asking. I gesture for her to take the seat and she smiles and sides on the chair.

She orders herself a drink and then flicks her blond hair behind her back and looks back at me.

"So what do you do?" She's asking me.

"Work" I say and that gets her to smile while the straw in between her lips as she sips on her cocktail.

"You look very serious" she twists and touches the collar of my shirt and then slides her hand down my chest. "Maybe I can help" she then says and looks up at me with her lips lush.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask and she calls me closer with her finger so I lean in and she leans to my ear.

"I know a place where we could be alone" she says and I pull away. She sips on her drink, empties her cup and puts it down. She's giving me her hand but I don't take it. I don't hold hands. I just follow her out of the bar and into the hotel.

We ride the elevator up to her floor and she let's me inside her room. She takes off her heels and then comes to kiss me but I stop her by sliding my hand in the back of her hair and she's gasping looking at me. I don't kiss hookers, or an woman who's here only for the sex, which means mostly all of them.

"Get on the bed. All fours" I say and she nods. I let go of her hair and she does as asked.

I take a condom out of my wallet and throw it on the bed next to her. I reach under her mini skirt and pull down the thong she's wearing down to her knees. I push down her back so her face is on the bed and take her hands behind her back holding them with one hand and with other I touch her swollen sex. She moans so loud if I didn't know better I'd think she already finished.