He Stares Back

Chap. 31: Have You Made Up Your Mind, Taylor?

             The billionaire makes his way through the biggest, wildest, extravagant strip club in all of Drysdale: The Cherry Popper. As he walks towards the stairwell that leads up to the VIP section & Sushi bar, a few strippers call out to him. A few bend down and give him heated kisses as he walks by, he gently smacks their butts as he parts from them. They all squeal happily at his actions, handing him their money. He chuckles and shakes his head at them.

          "Too bad you're not my pimp!" A stripper call out to him, "I'd do overtime just for you Mr. Taylor!"

        Another stripper flashes her breast at him, making him grin. "Dressed real sexy tonight, Mr. Taylor! Wanna come join me again for a wild ride backstage?"

         Christian shakes his head with a sly grin and mid-runs up the stairwell to the second floor of the Cherry Popper. He immediately begins towards the VIP section but accidentally bumps into somebody. A flash of blonde hair fills his vision. He blinks a few times before looking around, no one in sight.

        Rude bitch. Christian thinks to himself, shaking his head annoyed.

           Christian goes to the VIP section and motions towards inside at the bodyguard. "I'm a guest for Mr. Roger Reasons tonight. I won't stay long."

           "Yes, Mr. Taylor, Sir." The bodyguard lets him through.

           Christian looks around in the smoke filled VIP section for Roger. His heart heavy in his chest. He finds Roger with his wife and a few of their friends drinking hard liquor. The older man smiles when he sees Christian.

           "My boy!" Roger smiles bright up dragon, liquor on his lips. "Tell me you've finally come to your senses."

           "I need to have a private word with you." Christian says businesslike.

            Everyone in the group silences at his tone, knowing that it won't end well. Roger nods and stands to his feet, motioning to go into a private room where Monroe is talking to a few other daughters of rich billionaires. She starts to throw herself at him but Roger shakes her head at him. She looks between the both of them but eventually nods.

         "Come on, girls! Lets go check out the sushi bar." Monroe stalks Christian and her father as the girls leave.

          Once he doors are closed, Roger sits down slowly in a chair. Christian sits across the small table from him. Both silent for a long time. The older Italian man is the first to speak.

            "Have you made up your mind, Taylor?" Roger says slowly, "Be wise wish your decision now."

           Christian shakes his head, looking out at Monroe watching the sushi being cooked at the buffet bar. Monroe is, by far, one of the most physically attractive woman he has ever met. Almond shaped eyes that are dark and mysterious, unlike her bubbly personality that shines through even the darkest of nights. Her lips are small but plump, hard for any man to resist a taste. Her figure is decent, Christian guesses a C cup at least with an even better bottom to grasp.

             "Monroe is a very beautiful girl, Roger. She is well refined and sweet and probably a hell of a lover..." Christian sighs heavily.

              "But?" Roger nods knowingly.

But she doesn't have Emily's slopped nose that comes to a point. Christian thinks to himself as he watches Monroe's eyes light up at the flames on the sushi grill, Or that stringy hair that falls in her face all the time.

She doesn't have her silly laugh or clumsiness that Emily does either. And her lips don't pout naturally. Monroe catches Christian watching her. She waves at him and blow him a kiss. Her eyes are indeed beautiful but they aren't as innocent as Emily's. Monroe is fairly tall like Rebecca, but I love it when Emily buries her face into my chest when I hold her. Monroe isn't as deep or sincere as my Princess. Emily doesn't want my money, Monroe and her family does!

             Christian turns to the older gentleman. "I'm not the man for your daughter, sir. There's no real future there."

           Roger snickers. "That's the best you got, Taylor? Really? You can at least tell me why."

            "Monroe could make me happy, I'm sure. I could spend the rest of my life with her as my wife." Christian slowly nods, "But I could never be faithful to her."

              Roger shrugs. "And you think I really love Rebecca? Or my first four ex-wives? How do you think I got my first four ex-wives?"

                  Christian shakes his head. "My father taught me that women were just a way to pass time...your daughter isn't the one I want to waste mine on."

             The older gentleman narrows his eyes at the billionaire. "Easy, Taylor."

              "I can't marry, Monroe." Christian says unevenly, "I do apologize it had to end this way, sir."

                Roger gives Christian a long, hard stare. "I'll make you another deal, Taylor, because you are my deceased friends bastard son, that I will give you my original offer...if you spend the rest of this night with my daughter."

            Christian begins to argue, his mind flashing back to when he tried to lock Emily in his bedroom before he left. How she screamed through the door that she would never forgive him if he went through with his decision to marry Monroe. The tears on her face as she ran after him and dramatically tripped when she jumped down two steps. How he forced himself not to go after her as she wept for his return.

         How could I sleep with Monroe when I left Emily in that mess she was in? Christian thinks heavily.

              "Let me continue." Roger holds up his hand, "I want you to spend the night talking to Monroe. Get to know her a bit. You spend time with her and then come tell me if you still don't want to marry her." Roger says confidently, "Then I'll stick to our original deal and you can have the 7.6 billion dollars worth of my life long company I've built from the ground up so you can drop it into your piggy bank."

             Christian sighs heavily, nodding. "Alright, Roger. You've got a deal."

               Both men shake on it.