Page 101 of Owned By a Billionaire

I didn’t need to be overly perceptive to read her intent.

“So, you wanted to see me?” I asked.

Elise lit a joint, took a deep puff, and passed it to me. I shook my head.

She looked disappointed. “You never used to knock it back in the past.”

“No, I didn’t. But I don’t partake anymore.”

“From memory, you were one hungry hedonist.”

I laughed at that ridiculous exaggeration. “Yes, I recall having to go without food often.”

“I didn’t mean food. I meant pussies, drugs, alcohol. You couldn’t get enough. Remember that night I sucked you off under the table at that swish club?”

We were about to do this? Skip down memory lane?

I shrugged. “Well, we were young and wild.”

“But it was fun. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“Sure.”

She continued to puff on her joint, lost in thought for a moment.

“What do you want, Elise?” I got straight to the point. I meant for this to be my last visit.

“I wanted to see you again. Chat. You know, talk about the fun times.”

Her eyes held a hint of mischief. I recognized that same look as the one she wore when she was in one of her episodes. When she could go from laughing and dancing and offering her body to me any which way to throwing a tantrum within a breath.

She rose. “Can I offer you anything?”

“No. I’m good. Why am I here, Elise?”

She pulled down her lips and pouted like a child being scolded. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Elise, will you sign the divorce papers?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

I sighed. “Okay, I get it. I didn’t leave under good circumstances.”

She laughed sarcastically. “Um… yeah. You could say that. Faking your death. I fucking cried.”

“I’m really sorry. What can I do to atone?” If ever I regretted speaking, it was then. What was I thinking, asking that?

She dropped her kimono and stood stark naked before me. “You can start by fucking me, I suppose.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m with someone.”

Her scraping laugh raked over me. “That never stopped you before. Remember the night I found you fondling Belinda’s tits? And then in bed with my seventeen-year-old cousin? Remember that?”

“I know. Not my finest hour.”

“You were a fucking sex maniac. So, fuck me. Or doesn’t that big dick of yours work anymore?”

Before I could say anything, she fell on her knees and pulled down my zip, rubbing my penis.

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