Meet Giorgio Sultan, a twenty-nine-year-old successful and feared tycoon known for his calculated and predatory nature when it comes to money and business. He has looks, wealth, power, and fame. And, don't forget the accent that has a way of making...
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CHAPTER TWO| THE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY
February 21 7:39 AM Miami, Florida
Giorgio's P.O.V.
I woke up with a massive headache from the dozens of body shots I had last night. Damn, my head is killing me. My body didn't feel like my own, too heavy to move as if it's made from lead. With each movement I made, an agony ringing sound filled my ears.
"Shit, how much did I drink last night?"
Suddenly, I heard a ruffing of my sheets as someone tries to pull my half off me. I slowly turn to see the culprits. I could feel a devilish smirk poked at my full lips. Beside me laid three unclothed females, holding each other. Now, I remember, a small chuckle left my mouth. Memories from last night party I attended, and the three females I took back to my hotel suite to finish the party in privacy.
"Good morning, ladies," I said with a smile.
I stumble out of bed to be greeted by the sound of soft giggles from the females in bed. They said their good mornings to me as they admired my body. Only a pair of black silk boxers keeping them from seeing the one member that brought them so much pleasure last night, able to see the outline of the thing they were starting to crave for again.
"I will see if breakfast is ready for us, you three find something to put on," I went on to say, exiting the room to search my assistant, and food.
I made my way down the hallway to the living room. The light of the sun poured into the living room, brighten up the place more than I want it. The hangover made my eyes sensitive to the light.
"Nicole, where are you? I need breakfast for my guests and me," I demanded, my voice echoed throughout the room.
"I know, sir. The chef is preparing brunch as I speak," Nicole replied, walking from around the corner carrying a robe in one hand before tossing it over for me to put on. She then opened up her folder to her tablet "you made quite the headlines at the party last night, and when you have those three ladies come back here, to your suite, the media went wild. And apparently, the news made it back to your parents."
"My parents need to lighten up," I groaned, as I pinched the bridge of his nose before sitting down at the table "I'm a billionaire bachelor, all this comes with the territory. After all, I work hard for my money, and I play hard spending it."
"Being a billionaire is not just all fun and games. You should know that better than anyone on how this world works. Your actions reflect not only you but your family. Sometimes you need to learn how to keep it in your pants," Nicole explained, not hiding her distaste of my latest whorish conquest.
I'm known to the world as the princely billionaire playboy, topping the Forbes' list as one of the wealthiest men alive. And I'm not shy to remember others of how wealthy I am by throwing lavish parties to multi-million-dollar shopping sprees.
"Also, your parents want an audience with you before the week is over," she went one to say as she went over my schedule "I was up all night rearranging your meetings and trips, so you can be on the plane tomorrow heading back home to meet with them. Also, you might want to think about how you are going to explain this to Miss Juliana. Also, you probably want to tell Miss Kylie that your intentions were just sex."
"Who the hell is Kylie?"
"One of the ladies you shared your bed with last night, she is the daughter of one of New York City's top real estate brokers. She is well known, and she does have her hand in real estate and modeling."
"Oh, the small booty one?"
"Yes, the small booty one," Nicole rolled her eyes, disgusted by my interest of a nice rear "you are such a man."
"Yeah, I know," I chirped.
"Well, that excuse won't work with Miss Juliana, luckily she hasn't called yet. She has been busy preparing for her fashion ad campaign, but I am sure that you will get an ear full once this reaches her ear."
"I handle her once I deal with my parents," I told her, knowing it would be easier to deal with her than my parents who can't be sway with expensive gifts. I was about to say something when I saw the chef wheeling out a cart of food "we talk more on this subject later. If you can go and get my guest from my room."
"Yes, sir."
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Giorgio Sultan | Nicole Johnson
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