Marcus has a simple plan: open the new hotel, fuck some new pussy in London, and return to New York. But then he meets his match, Chris Tate, and there's something about her. He wants her, and not just for a night. But will a girl like her accept a man whore?
Age Rating: 18+
Looking over the city with a glass of Macallan in my hand, I think about tomorrow when I’m leaving for London for six months.
I am about to open my first-ever hotel in London and I can’t be bothered going back and forth, so I decided to just relocate until it’s done. I have my partners in crime already there.
Blake and Scott, with Mark coming over for a few weeks’ work. As he owns a construction company, he is overseeing my British workers.
Never in a million years did I think I could be just friends with a woman, but Blake, from the word go, was a force to be reckoned with. Don’t get me wrong: Blake is beautiful, but I always felt a brotherly vibe toward her.
We are like two peas in a pod. She’s as filthy-mouthed and minded as I am. So, when Scott came up with his plan to relocate to London, surprising Blake, I was nothing but supportive cause you know I am a nice guy.
What can I say to my friends? I am loyal, faithful, and good fun to be around. What can I say to the ladies in my life? I’m honest—this is just sex—filthy, and I am one of the best fucks around.
Women love to hate me, but they always try to come back for more. I don’t do relationships; I just like to fuck, and I try not to keep the same girl around long. It avoids confusion and feelings.
I make it clear from the start that I am only after a fuck and I have no complaints.
I look down to find Kandi on her knees sucking my hard cock… This girl is my one exception—we have been at this for years. Kandi smiles at me.
“My turn.” The gentleman that I am, I drop to my knees, rip her panties off, fling one of her legs over my shoulder, and suck, lick, and nip her clit until she is a quivering, panting mess.
I slam into her tight wet pussy until she is singing about my magical dick in Fortissimo. Sweet music to my ears, followed by the sound of my front door closing.
Woman knows the score. No after-sex cuddles and no fucking sleepovers.
The next morning, I make my way to the airport; my private jet is on standby for my arrival. I pull out my phone and look over my emails.
To: Marcus Parker
From: Clare Wheeler
Subject: London Assistant
Marcus, just to let you know that I was able to source you an assistant for your time in London, the agency will be sending Chris Tate over first thing Monday at 8:30 a.m. DO NOT be late.
If you have any problems, please let me know?
To: Clare Wheeler
From: Marcus Parker
Subject: London Assistant
Thank you for looking after me, remind me to give you a raise. I will talk to you soon. M.
As I put my phone away, I see I have arrived. I board the plane and I see a familiar face.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker.”
I smile at her. “Well, hello there again.”
She gives me a blush. Oh I remember her very well; I made her a member of the Marcus High Club.
I watch as she makes her way over to another flight attendant. Hmm, two for today’s flight—this could be fun.
“Morning, is there anything I can get for you?”
I smile. “Hello, I am Marcus and you are?”
She blushes. “Oh, my name is Emmarie.”
I take her hand gently.
“Well, Emmarie, if you wouldn’t mind, when you get a moment, can you please get me a bottle of whiskey. I am not a very good flier.”
Emmarie nods and smiles. “Yes, of course, sir, let me get that for you.”
A little while later, Emmarie makes her way over to me, whiskey in hand. “Thank you so much, please take a seat for a minute.”
I make “friends” with Emmarie and I can tell we are going to be great friends on this flight.
“Ohhhhh, Marcus, what big hands you have.”
I bite my lip. “Switch!”
Watching Emmarie suck on Mila’s nipples, I am pushed down on my back as she lowers herself on my throbbing cock… Oh, I remember her now.
She does this amazing figure-eight movement with her hips. She bounces up and down my length as Emmarie straddles my face. I lap up her juices, sucking relentlessly. My balls tighten and I can feel my climax near the peak.
I empty every last drop into Mila. I finally open my eyes to find both sets of eyes on me. “Well, that was fun.”
Both girls blush and giggle. I go to the bathroom and clean myself.
As I come back into the room, I find Emmarie and Mila still having fun with each other. As nice as it would be to continue, I have some work to do, so I grab a glass of whiskey and take my seat again.
I go over the plans, making notes of whom I need to schedule meetings for. I believe Chris is his name—well, I just hope for his sake he is as good if not better than Clare.
I wanted to bring her along, but she is holding down the fort in New York in my absence. Everything is in order with my New York properties, so Clare can handle anything that crops up.
Emmarie and Mila eventually join me in the cabin, looking very flushed.
“Have fun, girls?” I give each of them a cheeky smirk.
I eventually land in London.
“We hope you had a pleasant flight, Mr. Parker.” Emmarie bites her bottom lip. “We hope to see you again, Mr. Parker.”
“You bet your ass I will see you again, ladies.”
I get into the car that’s waiting for me and make my way to my apartment.
I turn the key and find the place empty; clearly Scott is at Blake’s place. I plan what needs to be done. I only have six months until opening and can’t afford any fuck-ups.
Waking up the next day, I have a nice hot shower. I say hello to Palm-ela, flashes of yesterday’s flight springing to my mind. After putting on my jeans and shirt, keeping it smart and casual, I head over to my London Office.
I have a few properties already in London, and since all my plans are based here, I needed some office space. I will work on getting more personnel once everything is up and running.
I hope that my assistant can help me with the recruitment process when everything is up and running.
As I make my way into the building, I am surprised to find this sweet little piece of ass waiting in the lobby. How did she get in?
“Hi, I am Marcus, can I help you?”
She looks pissed. “You’re late!”
I laugh. “Excuse me? How did you even get in here?”
“It’s called a key, and I was told to be here at 8:30 a.m. I am your new assistant, Chris.”
The hell she is!
“I am sorry but I think there has been a misunderstanding. I have a guy starting called Chris.”
She taps her foot. “No, you have me starting and my name is Chris.”
This has to be some kind of stitch-up cause Clare knows what I am like; there is no way she approved this fucking stunner to be my assistant.
This would be the cruelest form of torture as my golden rule is that I don’t fuck my staff. I am going to have her bent over my office desk in the next thirty minutes.
’Cause this girl cannot be my assistant.
But I am ripped from my dirty thoughts.
“So, if you don’t mind, I would really like to know what you need me to do?”
Oh, baby, there are a million things I need you to do, but working for me is not one of them.
“Give me a minute.”
I walk away from Chris, leaving her in the lobby. I don’t give a fuck that it’s four in New York. I get my phone out and hit call.
“What were you thinking?”
Clare sounds shattered. “Bo…oss?”
I scold her. “Who else would call at 4 a.m. pissed off.”
I hear her rustle about. “Give me a minute.”
I hear shuffling in the background. “What’s wrong?”
I pace my office. “What’s wrong… What’s wrong? Have you seen my assistant?”
“Yes, I reviewed her file, you know the one I also sent you; please tell me you read it as I’d asked.”
I clear my throat. “Something distracted me on the flight.”
Clare scoffs. “Of course, it did.”
I yell, “Hey, I don’t like the tone.”
Clare raises her voice to match mine. “And my wife and I don’t appreciate being called and balled out at 4 a.m. What do you want me to do? Just keep your cock in your pants. She is the best at her job.”
I rub my hand across my face. “I can’t work with her. Get someone else.”
Clare sarcastically laughs.
“You’re serious? You can’t keep that thing locked down for someone who will be an asset to the company? Fine, I will sort it first thing but you’re the one letting her go. I am not doing your dirty work.”
“I just can’t see how this would work. You have seen her, Clare.”
I can hear the agitation in her voice.
“Whatever you say, Boss. Do what you want. She was supposed to be your assistant. I would have recommended her; she is exactly what you need, and I already told her not to put up with your shit.”
I hang up and turn around, finding the most piercing green eyes sear through me like she wants my blood, and not in a kinky way.
“So what, you’re just going to fire me without a fair chance? You already made your mind up about me.”
I take a deep breath. “Look, I appreciate you may be great at your job but…”
Chris struts over to me.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch the way you adjusted yourself when you saw me. For what it’s worth, I have zero interest in you, so whatever you think would ever happen between us, I will never…ever sleep with my boss.”
She cocks her head to the side and raises her eyebrow.
“So let me tell you how this is going to work, Boss. We are going to start over, you’re going to show me my office, and we are going to forget that this conversation ever happened.”
What-the-ever-loving-good-fuck just happened? No woman has ever spoken to me that way; who the fuck does she think she is?
“So, I’m guessing my office is this way”
I am so dumbfounded and lost for words that I simply nod and watch as she sways her hips, taunting me. Nope, nada, not happening. This girl has crazy bitch written all over her and my dick is staying firmly in my pants.
This one is not worth the grief. I love a challenge, but I am not willing to lose my cock for this one. I say out loud and she smirks.
“So, I guess I have a new assistant?”