The pickpocket and the billionaire

Chapter 1 - Part 1

1

Sebastian Holt

She was sitting in the corner, rolled in a ball, on a seemingly comfortable chair. The look of confusion and slight fear was evident on her face, just like the make-up stains caused by sweat and by her face being pushed in the pillows and sheets. She knew what she was getting herself into when she seduced me last night. It was my reputation that was spread from mouth to mouth, not something you’d read in the papers or magazines, luckily for me. The press was careful with the information they published about powerful and rich men. Needless to say, I was one of them.

This happened almost every night when I went out, but that’s also the reason I went out in the first place, to find a woman who was willing enough to come up to me and eventually spent the night with me. At night was when I found my relief, when my demons took over and when I lost himself completely in the sex with whatever woman was at my service. This one was a sensitive one, however. The way she seemed to hide in the big chair, as if I had done something unforgivable to her. I felt the slightest bit of pity and guilt at the sight of her, but that quickly disappeared when I knew I would’ve forgotten her by tomorrow. And then there would already be another in my bed. Or maybe I’ll call Serena.

I stood up and walked in my closet to put on some clothes. I opted for some black jeans that could be confused for dress pants and a white button up shirt with of which I rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons open.  My suitcase was already packed and I tossed a few remaining clothes in it. It was two PM and my jet was prepared to fly back to England in an hour. I was aware of my driver, Rodney, who I had contacted just before I took the girl to my hotel room, waiting just outside. I exited the closet and addressed the girl in the corner – I hadn’t even learned her name. Serena would be so disappointed in me if she knew how I had treated this girl.

“You can stay the remaining time of the night. I will inform the reception that they can clean the room after two o’clock tomorrow.” I told her, to which she simple nodded and as she looked up at me, I could see tears brimming her eyes in the faint light from the reading lamp. This only resulted in angering me, considering she was trying to guilt trip me with her weak emotional state. “I enjoyed the night.” I said stiffly before picking up my suitcase and walking out. I patiently waited for the elevator and as the doors opened, they revealed a long-legged beauty to my eyes. I smiled charmingly at her and greeted her with a ‘good evening’. She smiled back a bit shyly, but I didn’t miss the not so shy way her eyes were assessing me with. I didn’t try to hide my smug smirk from her and if I didn’t have a flight to catch, I would’ve spent more time with her. Instead I gave her a short, but friendly nod when I exited the elevator, not missing the slightly disappointed look in the woman’s eyes. She didn’t know how lucky she was.

I stopped by the reception to pay for the room and told them that there was still someone present until tomorrow afternoon. As I was a regular client, they had dealt with my escapades before and made no objections. Once outside,  Rodney, who was resting against my town car, quickly took the suitcase from me and held open my door. After he put the suitcase in the trunk, he walked around the car and started off towards the airport. It was only a ten minute ride and by the time they arrived there, I expected my jet to be ready. As we arrived, the driver held open the door for me once more and brought my suitcase to the jet. Shortly after, he returned with the news that the jet would be ready in five minutes. I nodded at him in understanding.

“Thank you, Rodney.” I said. “I’ll be there soon. Make sure everything is ready for departure and inform the staff that we’ll be home by tomorrow night.” He nodded and made a small bow before hurrying back to the jet. I don’t know why, but I suddenly craved a chocolate bar. I walked inside the building of the airport and did my best to ignore the female attention. If I gave in to one of them, I would probably end up taking them to the plane and have my way with them, only to wonder how to get rid of them afterwards. So instead of searching for eye contact, I found a vending machine. It was almost ironic for a billionaire to buy something from one of those machines, certainly because I barely had any change. Seconds later though, I held a snickers bar in my hand and was walking to my jet.