Page 3 of Rich & Decadent

Will guided his bike through his neighborhood until he arrived home. He pulled into the driveway and drove around to the back. He hadn’t planned on staying long so he parked outside the garage. The three car detached garage housed not only his bikes, but his cars as well. Will had an addiction to tinkering on machines and when he wasn’t at the shop, he was working on his belovedmotorcycles and he had a major restoration project that he was in the midst of.

He killed the engine and swung off his bike. He jogged up the back stairs of his home and entered through the back door. He kicked off his boots by the door.

Will had purchased a home in the Bay Area outside of the city years ago. He had wanted a quiet community but was still near the city. His commute to work wasn’t bad, but Will needed to be away from the hustle and bustle. He had settled on an area that offered fabulous views, rolling hills, access to the water, and beautiful parks where he could go running when the mood struck.

He made his way to the second floor where his master suite was located. The clothes were the first to go. He tossed them into the hamper in the closet. He contemplated a shower. Working in a shop meant that dirt and oil would be embedded on his skin. He caught a whiff of himself and decided a shower would be smart. He stripped off his underwear, tossed them in with his clothes and went into the attached bathroom. Anxious to get back on the road, his shower was record breaking, but the hot water had done wonders on his stiff muscles.

He wrapped a towel around his waist after drying off and moved in front of the vanity. He paused and took himself in. Clear blue eyes stared back at him. He raked his fingers through his damp hair and noticed a few gray strands. He grimaced with the realization that he resembled his late father. Both he and Niko had similar features, but Will was slightly taller than his brother.

Will held back a grin when thinking of his younger brother. Niko had finally realized something they all had known. He was in love with his friend, Kizzie. Will had never understood how Niko hadn’t known, but apparently it had taken Kizzie moving back to Ohio for Niko to wake up. Will was proud of his brother.He had done something neither of them had ever experienced in life.

Niko had found love, settled down and started a family.

Their home was filled with love and laughter which was something Niko and Will had never experienced. Kizzie was a good woman and balanced his brother out.

Will shook his head and left the bathroom to find some clean clothes to throw on. Settling down was something he could never do. As much as he tried to deny it, he had his father’s blood running through his veins, and he’d be damned if he ended up like him. Niko was lucky, but Will doubted Lady Luck would strike twice for the Rusek brothers.

He had settled for being the best uncle a kid could have. Niko’s son, Kylen, just didn’t know how lucky he was. He had not only a protective father, but a bear of an uncle who would do anything to protect him.

Marriage and settling down was not for Will.

He was quite content with his life as it was.

He owned a successful business, had plenty of money in order to live a comfortable life, and did what he wanted when he wanted.

As for female company, he was never alone. He had plenty of women he could call on to take care of any needs he had. Be it just friendly company or that of the carnal kind. He could pick up his phone right now and choose one to call and they would answer

There was once a time when he thought he’d been in love. He’d met Whitney when he was thirty and she’d been twenty-five. A pretty blonde with bright green eyes and an infectious smile. He had thought she was the love of his life. Their relationship had moved fast. By their eighth month of dating, they had gotten a place together. It was before he and Niko hadtaken over the shop. He had just been a regular mechanic trying to make ends meet.

Within months of them moving in together, things began to change. Whitney started to demand more from Will. He had been financially supporting them both while she tried to follow her acting dreams.

At first, he supported her dreams and aspirations. He’d certainly had his own. He and Niko scraped to save money because they had known eventually George was going to want to retire. He’d started mumbling about it and Will didn’t want to see the shop be sold off to just anyone.

Whitney hadn’t understood that. She had expected him to funnel all of their money to pay for her classes, clothing, makeup, and anything else she deemed necessary in order to catch the eye of a producer or whoever could help her get a role.

She’d done a few commercials and local things, but she wanted more.

Their once fun times and loving nature began to go south. Then the arguments started. Items around the house had been thrown and broken. She’d even called the cops on him one night when their argument had turned heated. Even though she had been the one throwing things at him and hitting him, he was the one arrested. The police believed her story immediately.

After spending one night in jail because of her, Will knew he had to cut it off. He refused to go down that road. Memories of the fights his parents had had ran through his mind. It was best for him to walk away now. Luckily enough he’d always used protection with her even though she had claimed she was on the pill. With no kids and no marriage, it was easy for him to just leave. He didn’t know when things between them changed, but the woman he had been in love with had crushed the fantasy that he could have a better life than his parents had.

It was then Wilheim Rusek decided he would be single for life.

He did love the company of women. Natural beauties with curves were his favorite. He was a large man and always preferred a woman who could handle his size. Women who had sought the latest cosmetic surgical trends were not for him. But a woman who was in touch with what she possessed and confident with herself always drew Will’s attention. He began to think of who he could call. Maybe he could meet up with someone tonight. It had been a minute since he’d had a little fun with the opposite sex.

He threw on a clean pair of boxer briefs and tossed his towel on the back of the chair in the corner. He’d hang it up later. He was in a rush to get back to his bike. He planned to drive down the coast, and then grab a drink and a bite to eat. He was going to take this day for himself.

The ringing of his cellphone cut through the air. He glanced over at the nightstand where he had tossed it, his wallet, and keys and frowned. Who would be calling him? He walked over and peered down at the screen and didn’t recognize the number. He snatched the phone up and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Will?” A sexy, husky voice greeted him. He paused, not recognizing the voice and raked his fingers through his damp hair.

“This is,” he replied. Her breathless chuckle had his cock stiffening. He glanced down at his member pressing against the cotton material that confirmed he needed to make a call. “Who is this?”

“It’s Imani. Imani Bishop. I’m Kizzie’s friend,” she replied.

Will immediately knew who this was. His brother had asked a favor of him. His sister in law's friend was in town for a work event and needed a date for a black tie event. Normally that typeof scene wasn't one he would find himself at, but because Kizzie was asking he would do it. One never knew where new business could be found. The last time he had donned a tuxedo was for a buddy's wedding. He had sworn that would be the time he'd wear a penguin suit.

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