Life with his baby

Chapter Three

Miles POV

Seated at the grand opening of the new club Jason and I had been invited to, my thoughts kept circling back to the woman who had caught my eye earlier in the day. I doubt she knew I had noticed her since I was standing sideways to her. Her beauty was so captivating that I couldn't help stalking her when she climbed into a car with three other girls. I couldn't quite figure her age as the red mini dress she wore clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve. And goodness, she was so curvy and sexy, having such an allure that was pulling me in. The heavy makeup she wore made her look older, hence making it difficult to guess her exact age. Even with a six inch heel, one could tell she isn't a tall person. It wasn't solely her physical attractiveness that intrigued me, though. There was an intangible quality, a magnetic pull that I couldn't quite articulate. Determined to unravel this mystery, I found myself fixated on discovering what it was about her that had captured my attention so completely.

Flashback

"What do you mean you can't make it?!" I growled, my frustration boiling over. "You're mine, and you'll satisfy me whenever I want. Right now, I need you here."

The anger ran through me, fueled by the bitter taste of losing a crucial business deal to my rival. And why? Because my foolish fiancée chose to side with him, all in a misguided attempt to get back at me. She's convinced I'm cheating on her with her best friend, and it's tearing us apart. We've been engaged for two interminable years, yet every time we make plans for the wedding, something comes up to derail them.

Alexis is a beautiful model although most of her beauty is fake due to plastic surgeries; you will be dumb not to notice her fake assets. She is a wonderful lover, that I won't deny, but her character stinks. I don't know what I feel for her,  certainly it's not love. We make it look like we are so in love publicly since we are getting married but privately we are far from being a perfect couple. 

Why marry her if I don't love her? The decision to marry Alexis despite lacking genuine affection for her stems from the strategic necessity tied to our engagement. The truth is, our union was primarily motivated by the need to honor the agreement her influential father struck with the 'Payne group' two years ago. At that time, our family's company was facing severe financial instability due to bankruptcy, caused by my father's illness. Marrying Alexis was the means by which we could secure the stability of our business during this precarious time, fulfilling our end of the bargain struck by her powerful father.

There are moments when I'm deceived into thinking that Alexis loves me. But I care less. In this moment, however, my sole desire is to assert dominance over her, particularly in the bedroom. I intend to remind her, quite explicitly, of who holds the power in our relationship, just in case she's forgotten. Therefore, I was furious when she told me she won't be able to come so instead I called Jason, my best friend and business advisor so we plan what to do next. This deal was a huge and relevant one for my business and I'm at a loss without it.

"I hate that bitch!" I exclaimed, hitting my hand on my desk.

Jason and I arranged to rendezvous at a quaint diner that had become a favorite spot for us, thanks to its delicious cuisine. Our meeting was brief, as there wasn't a great deal to discuss, and we welcomed the chance to take a break from the rigors of work to attend the club opening to which our friend, Chance,  had extended an invitation.

Exiting the diner and stepping into Jason's car, our attention was drawn to a group of four girls exiting from a nearby house and piling into a car. One of them immediately caught my eye, draped in a form-fitting red bodycon dress. She stood out, noticeably more voluptuous than her friends.

Just the sight of her turned me on and I found myself fighting the urge to approach her. Before I could act on my impulse, their car pulled away. We decided to follow them with Jason oblivious of my hard-on.

We followed them discreetly, maintaining a safe distance to avoid raising any suspicions or causing alarm. Eventually, we arrived at a lavish Beverly Hills residence, where a multitude of cars were already parked. As they veered towards a parking spot, we hurriedly passed them, only to find another car occupying the spot moments later. I was confused at the turn of events but not for long when we noticed them coming from a distance.

Jason and I started a fake conversation so we wouldn't be seen as creepy.  I smirked, knowing my plan was working when I saw her standing by the entrance staring at me like an alien. I was about to walk up to her when another young boy came out to chat with her. Damn it! I wanted her alone. It was then we decided to leave, not before promising myself to find her and take her to my bed in all positions and all ways possible.

End of flashback

Just thinking about her right now was making me so hungry. All I could think of was sex with her and how she will feel underneath me and her sweet little moans that I imagined will be so adorable. Scenarios of how she will moan my name when she is climaxing kept playing in my head, turning my blue eyes a darker shade. But the question now was, when will I get her? And how? I was so lost in thought that I didn't think for once that she would be here, right in this club, when I spotted her with one of the girls from earlier entering the club.

She looked like she had seen a ghost and out of place as if she had been crying. Suddenly I felt the urge to go over to her to take her into my arms and never let go of her. From where this strange possessiveness came from, I don't know. It even surprised me I felt sad when I saw her like this. I am a guy made of stone. I don't have a heart and I don't feel and I won't let her change that. Right now, All I crave from her is a night of pleasure, devoid of emotional entanglements. Her feelings are of little concern to me; resolving them is her responsibility. She see her as a mere conduit for enjoyment, a tempting invitation to indulge in carnal delights without consequence.