I watch her moving around the beach taking photos. I knew I had to have her. She is what was keeping me at this wedding. I showed up out of respect. I am a business man and the men at Diamond Corporation are working to find me properties I need. So, this is a great way to network with them and “bond”.
I laugh to myself. Bond. That was laughable. I don’t bond with anyone. I am a demanding, pretentious prick at best. But, I work hard, play harder and make money. Money. The one thing that people say can’t buy you happiness. Well, they’re right. I grew up poor. We didn’t have shit. We lived in a rundown house and barely had food from day to day. I swore, I’d never live that way. Somehow I was going to make something out of myself and now, I have. My parents live in a modest home, their choice, but I take care of them. They kept me alive, fed and clothed me and kept a roof over my head. They deserve a good life.
One thing there was plenty of in my house was love. My parents didn’t have shit but they loved one another. Seeing them together growing up made me want that, only as I grew up and started building my empire, I was too busy for love. I live a lavish life. I own and operate casinos. I’m looking to build one here in New Jersey, build life into the place. My casinos are an experience. I mean, I love the nightlife of the clubs, the lavish spas bring the women in to pamper themselves. Shops to cater to the women who want to spend their husband’s money while they try and gamble to win more to keep their wives happy. Yeah, I create an experience.
I make sure there is luxury and people pay for that luxury. Lining my pockets even more. But I need more. I’ve got women slipping phone numbers in my pocket, they throw themselves at me nightly. But they want the money, not me. Now that I have the money, it’s hard to find someone who wants me, Blaine Harrington, and not the “lifestyle.”
My home? Well, currently, I don’t have one. I travel, so I stay in the luxury of my hotels or I stay at another hotel if I want some peace. Currently here in New Jersey, I’m staying at a competitor’s casino and I’m growing weary. I want a quiet space, so I am having the Diamond Corporation try to find me a home base here. I want a place to lay my head and an office to work at while they find me the perfect spot for my build.
Now that I’ve seen the photographer, I can’t help but think the perfect place for me to lay my head would be between her thighs. Her luscious curves, her tanned skin and her gorgeous black mane of hair. Yes, I’m ready to lay down with her.
But now that I have money, happiness is an elusive dream. Something I want, but when you are me, it’s hard to find someone who wants me. The saying is right, money can’t buy you happiness, but for now I’m happy to follow this woman around and get an opportunity to touch her. Hopefully, an opportunity for a lot more. She’s not like the women throwing themselves at me on the regular. She’s different. She has an air about her that draws me to her, like a magnet. I think it’s time to find her and make my move.
I move up behind her and watch as she snaps candid photos now of everyone milling around. I saw her point her camera at me a few times as well throughout the day, but now I study her. The confidence coming off her is seductive. She seems to smile from deep within, not a fake smile pretending to be happy while working. She truly looks happy. As I move closer to her, she steps back and right into my chest with her back side. I take the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist holding her to me longer than necessary for her to steady herself.
She turns when I finally let her go and when those chocolate pools hit mine there is a fire in them. I felt the sparks when her body backed into mine and wrapping her up with my arm felt like, home.
“I’m sorry.” She mutters to me.
I smile, “I’m not. You are beautiful.”
She snorts at me, then turns and walks away.
She walks away from me. Me. No one walks away from me, ever. I growl and move to follow her. She keeps looking over at me. She looks like she wants to hit me. I smirk, yes, I believe she does want to hit me. This is going to be fun.
I move closer to her and while she’s distracted, I lean over her. I place my hands on her hips to keep her from sprinting away. I brush my nose from her shoulder to her ear, taking in the scent of her, not hiding the fact that I am drawing her scent in. When I reach her ear, I whisper, “I’d love to brighten up your flash, baby. I can’t wait to see how you can beautify my world.”
As I say the words, I take one hand from her luscious hip and grab my card that I’d already written my personal cell number on and tuck it into the beautiful breasts I can’t wait to taste. I see her chest rising and falling as I pull her back against me and take one last sniff of her. A growl leaves my chest and I whisper into her ear, “I want to lick every part of your gorgeous curves baby.”
Then I step away from her and move through the crowd to thank my hosts for the invite and head home to wait for her call. Because she is going to call.