Page 10 of A Billion Desires

Just thinking about it now made bile rise in my throat.

Finally, after years of dealing with that bullshit, I decided to start hiring what I needed.

In the end, it cost me less than dealing with a real relationship.

Financially and emotionally.

At least with Ilona’s girls, we both knew the expectations going in.

They’d never sue me for bogus common-law spousal support after three dates, trying to drain me of every dime I had.

I didn’t have to pretend like I cared about their birthdays or any kind of stupid anniversaries.

I wanted sex.

They gave it to me.

Afterward, I paid and sent them on their way.

No hard feelings on either side.

Ilona’s service provided me with the exact things I needed.

Except for right now.

Right now, I needed Cherry—or whatever her name was—on her knees in front of me, gobbling down my cock while I played with her huge tits.

Try as I might, I could not get that woman out of my head.

I’d never had a case of blue balls this bad before.

There was no possible way I was going to make it until Thursday.

“What do you think, Nick?” one of the many men around my table asked me. Too bad I had no clue what he’d asked my opinion on.

“I think we need to reconvene tomorrow. Let’s take some time to think over this new venture. I don’t enjoy making hasty decisions,” I said, steepling my fingers together as though I were in thought.

Well, I was in thought, just not about anything that had been discussed at this table in the last hour.

Right on cue, they all nodded at me and rose from their leather chairs before heading toward my office door.

“Will there be anything else, Mr.—”

I cut off my administrative assistant. “Cancel my next two meetings. I have someone showing up soon. Send her right in as soon as she arrives, please.”

My assistant gazed at me with an open mouth. It looked like she was on the verge of saying something, but at the last minute, she nodded and closed her lips as she gathered up the scattering of papers the others had left behind on the long table.

After she was gone, I began dialing Ilona’s but was rudely interrupted.

“Nick, we need to talk,” Myles—my right-hand man—announced. I’d thought he’d left with the rest of them.

My assistant hustled out of my office and shut the door.

“Do we, though? I’ve got a busy afternoon,” I said, spinning my chair in his direction.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” he said with more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “There are things I needed to talk to you about last night. Couldn’t manage to get a hold of you.” He leaned against the table across from me, a serious look in his eyes.

“I’m allowed to take a night off now and then. What do you need?” I asked, eager to get him the hell out of here.

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