Page 61 of Dirty Billionaire

One day.

At twenty-four I’ve got many years ahead of me and I’m satisfied with my role as head of marketing. There is still much to learn, although I’d argue that my business and marketing degrees from Brown and shadowing my father from an early age has set me much further ahead than many my age.

My two younger brothers, Atlas and Levi and older sister, Bella, were much less interested in what Dad was doing. I remember Mom buying me a little briefcase when I was about five. I carried it everywhere. Inside I kept my GI Joe and a couple of toy dump trucks.

Serious business.

These days I spend the majority of my life in a suit—no briefcase or GI Joe—and the occasional sweats. A necessity when you’re six foot three and over two hundred pounds.

I’m not going to attract women like Stacey by letting all that muscle turn into a pouch. She and I have been flirting for months. When she flew in for the half-yearly review, I invited her back to my penthouse for adebrief.

I mean, she’s a beautiful woman and the tan from her recent tropical vacation made her tall, toned curves even more appealing. Plus, she’s a dynamite in the boardroom.

My favorite type.

To break.

The corner of my lip twitches as I recall how she lost complete and utter fucking control just twenty minutes ago. I’ve been looking forward to the day she screamed my name.

She did.

Loudly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get us a hotel room, Knox,” Stacey says, pulling her panties on.

I toss back the sheet covering my now soft member and climb out of bed. “No need. I know you’ll be professional about this,” I say, reaching for my briefs.

Most women I fuck are clear this is just sex. Raw, rough, and passionate sex. Nothing more.

Once or twice, I’ve got it wrong and had to have the talk. The one that goes something like;this isn’t going to happen. I don’t date. I fuck. I thought we were on the same page.

It always works.

Their pride kicks in and they give me a shrug muttering that,yeah, I just thought it was an enjoyable night and we could do it again.

Nope.

I don’t like leftovers.

Stacey, though, is highly focused on her career and climbing the ladder within Luxingtons. She has a reputation for being tough, and today that determination was focused on me.

It was sexy as hell.

Hence my hour-long erection and deciding to do something about it.

Now?

Now I want to open my emails and sip on a Macallan once she’s gone back to her hotel.

More than most, I’ve got a clear path for my future. In another ten years, or so, I’ll take over my father’s role as CEO and lead Montgomery Enterprises.

Already I’ve made an impression with the board and our partners. When I was appointed the director of marketing sales had been low. I know why. My mother had died a few years earlier, and we’d all struggled to come to grips with the loss. My father included.

That had reflected on the numbers.

Now, a few years on, we’re back in a strong phase and soon we’ll be launching our next Verity & Co. collection. It’s an essential season for the company to gain more ground on competitors who benefited from our earlier weak performance period.

That time is over.

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