BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son

Chapter Six

ALEX'S POV

"I'm just tired of these women thinking they can snag a piece of my fortune. Do they even marry me for love?" I grumbled, heading over to my wine storage. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pulled two glasses down, and started pouring. "Three divorces in four years. I mean, come on, that's insane, right?"

David, sprawled out comfortably in front of me, grinned like he found my misery somewhat amusing. "Your fantasies are what's crazy, man. These women aren't lining up to be subdued, you know?"

I handed him a glass, shaking my head. "I'm not forcing them into anything." I poured generously into my own glass. "I lay it all out, upfront. They know exactly what they're signing up for. So why do they bail after just a year? It's like they hit an expiration date."

David knocked back his drink in one go, barely tasting it. "This is exactly why I've stayed single. I'm not getting dragged into that kind of circus."

David had been my closest friend for as long as I can remember. Even though he was a few years older than me, we grew up together—same neighborhood, same schools, and we even found success in business around the same time. While I had taken the plunge into marriage (multiple times), Dave had always kept his distance from serious relationships. Commitment wasn't his thing, and I couldn't blame him. His fear of settling down had deep roots in his parents' messy divorce. His mother had left his father for a wealthy man and had emailed them the divorce agreement after two years, and that left its mark on him.

He was fully immersed in real estate, always on the move, traveling for projects. He was currently knee-deep in building a luxury resort and knowing him, it was going to be one of the most exclusive places around.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You'll regret that eventually, trust me. Look, these women all pretend to be cool with the whole Dom/Sub thing, and I pay them well—very well, even while we're married. Thank God we've got airtight agreements, written and signed. If it weren't for those, I would probably be serving time by now."

David chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama more than he should. "Relax, Alex. I've got your back. But here's an idea—why don't you give marriage a break? You don't need that hassle. Just, you know, mingle. I know this guy who runs a sex club, and he's got connections. You'll find women who are into that lifestyle, no strings attached. Pay 'em, enjoy, and move on. No more marrying women who think they can 'fix' you in a year and then bail when they can't, acting like you're the bad guy."

I sat back, swirling the whiskey in my glass, staring at the amber liquid. "You think I'm a dickhead or some kind of pervert or..."

David cut me off mid-sentence, laughing. "Dude, you're not a dickhead, and you're definitely not a pervert. You're just... you. And there's nothing wrong with having preferences, especially when nobody's getting hurt." He leaned in, his voice dropping a little. "Alex, I've known you for years. You're a decent guy—honestly. You've never been violent or abusive. Your sexual tastes are just different from most people's, that's all. You just need to find someone who's into the same stuff. Trust me, there's someone out there who's all about that life." David paused, then added, "I'll call Jackson. He'll help. The guy knows everyone. He'll sort you out."

I knocked back my drink, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. "I really hope things get better. But you know me—I'm not about to deal with some bratty girl."

David raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. "No brats, I promise. Now, let's shift gears—business. I hear you're launching a new clothing line?"

I gave him a knowing look and nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

"You're still gunning for the Kensingtons, huh?" David's eyes gleamed with amusement.