Picked My Heart

Her

   Laying in bed, I stare at the ceiling as if it'll give me closure. Fuck, I lost my family heirloom - of course I'm stressed.
How I lost it? Good fucking question. I have a bodyguard with me 24/7, who's outside my bedroom door...right now.
   A wallet, a coin in which my familes last name is engraved into it, along with 800 dollars cash.
   My name is Felix Van Buren, I know it's not the fanciest name for the boss of a crime group, but-

   I groan and roll over on my stomach, sore from training so hard at the gym. I bury my face into my black satin pillows and let out a loud groan, then I flip back over.
   My bedroom door swings open, and the maids walk in.
   One opens the curtains while the other goes to my closet to find my outfit for the day. The one opening the curtains starts to speak.
     "Good morning, sir. Breakfast is ready downstairs, and you have the meeting in an hour."
   My head jerks up, and I rush out of bed, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

      "SHIT!"

   My family is an old money family. We were extremely wealthy in the 1900's so my great great grandfather organized a crime group -The VBNs (AKA The Van Burens)- to maintain safety and security for the town, it eventually grew so large that we protect over 35 states now.
After my father passed away, I became the boss. My younger brother hates me for it since we're faternal twins, but I hate it too. He of course doesn't know that, but I have to man up for the family -I don't have choices.

   The maids are waiting outside my bedroom once more, now that my outfit is picked for the day. I have to get ready for this meeting.

   The Alderidge Family is visiting to discuss assets and territory. They're the rival family to mine. They don't respect anything of anyone's. They take what they want and then refuse to submit even though my family has more power.

   I get a small break during my shower. I have morning wood.
       Tsk
   The maids most likely saw it when I got out of bed with just my boxers on.
   I smirk at such a silly thought, I'd fire them if they ever tried anything with me. I may be hot, but I have morals. I've fucked many women in my lifetime, but when my father died I gave it up. I'm now waiting for the right one.

   I pump my cock slow and my breathing becomes heavier as I pump it faster.

   The only woman I have come across who I find attractive is that woman who bumped into me downtown last week.

   My cock hardens as my mind sets on her eyes. I bite my bottom lip at the thought of kissing those juicy lips. My cock hardens a little more as I envision myself choking her with my dick. My climax starts approaching quick. I shut my eyes for a moment.

"Fuck baby, I'm almost there." I whisper, still pumping my dick faster.

   Her beauty is so stunning that I would care for that woman with my life.

Wait, that was the day I lost my wallet-

   The truth hits me in the back of my head, and so does my climax. I throw my hand above my head and onto the tile wall of the shower as I groan in pleasure, eyes still shut. I jerk my head back as my dick releases my sperm. I open my eyes and relax my neck, now staring at the shower floor. My cum slides off the shower wall, seaping into the drain. Both hands on the tile wall now, I pant heavily, hoping to calm my nerves. The shower water, cooling me off.

It was her...