His Daughter [Completed] Book 1/2

Chapter 8

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[Dom]
Leaving her on the bed had been the hardest thing. All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and kiss her, show how much I wanted her. But her innocence threw me. I knew now I had an effect on her but was she just testing me? Seeing if I would be a gentleman and not think with my dick? Besides who was that fucking dress in her bag for? I wasn't about to start something with her if she was sleeping with someone else. If it had been some other girl I wouldn't have cared but the idea of some other guys hands on her, sharing her with someone else made my fists clench. I didn't like how she made me doubt myself. I'd never had a problem picking up girls from an early age. As a teenager I looked older than most boys my age adding to the fact that I was already six foot at the age of fourteen. I was a good looking boy thanks to my mothers Italian looks and although I hated him, my fathers nordic features made the girls swoon. The combination made me look unusual and girls loved it. If I wanted to get laid I could. In my early twenties before I met Cobalt I went through a bit of a sexual rampage, nailing every girl who hit on me. I'd never so much as had to ask a girl for her number. They asked for mine, they bought me drinks, they bought me dinner.

I saw a woman in her thirties for some time, a lawyer. She was smart, beautiful, and ruthless. After a night of sex on every surface of her apartment, I'd woken up to her getting ready for work. Her dream was to make partner at her firm by thirty-five and it showed, she was cutthroat and determined. Nothing would get in her way. I lay there admiring her ass in the tight pencil skirt she had just zipped herself into when she caught me staring at her.

"Ok, eager boy I think it's time you got dressed and went home to momma."

"What makes you think I live with my mother?" She laughed and shook her head.

"Please ... you don't work, your t-shirts are ironed like a little schoolboy. And when I beckon you, you come." It was only then that I realised I was just a piece of ass to her. I was to her what so many girls are to guys. I'd be lying if I said her words hadn't stung a little.

"Look if you can work your brain as well as you work that body then you'll get somewhere in life. Oh please don't look at me like that. You're gorgeous you could have any woman you want. But at the moment the way you're living your life women only see your looks. Don't be so easy next time." And with that she smiled and left the apartment. I didn't see her again but she taught me a valuable lesson. Skin and looks will only get you so far and I had been relying on mine for too long.

The cold water that I opted for my shower was much needed, if anything else to calm down my raging hormones. I hadn't slept with anyone in a few months. I'd tired of the same girls and the same meaningless sex. And a talk from my mother about how I'd never meet a nice girl, settle down or have any babies in her typical Italian mothering way, did make me think. I was getting bored, I wanted the chase, I didn't want an easy girl and I certainly didn't see any of my recent conquests are wife material. Georgiana on the other hand optimised everything a woman should be to me, elegant, clever, kind, and beautiful. She'd still be a stunner even as a mature woman. I'd never tire of her calm and sweet manner nor her thoughtful nature. I could tell she hadn't been with a lot of guys, she didn't have any sexual confidence. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the fact that she hadn't been had by loads of men. Call me an old fashioned asshole but no man wants a wife who frequently spreads her legs.