Ethan
I smirked as I took a slow sip of my drink. This girl had no idea what she was doing. She stared at me nervously, almost like a rabbit caught in headlights.
"Regretting already?" I teased, lips curling into another smirk.
"Why would I?" she shot back, though her voice trembled. "But… I need to know your timetable."
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief. She was strange, weird even, but fascinating. Besides, who didn't know me? Ethan. The young and famous billionaire every woman craved. Was she pretending not to know me? Or was she really that different?
Either way, she was interesting. Too interesting.
"I'll wait for your call, boss," I murmured, leaning closer. She blushed so deeply I could practically feel the heat radiating off her.
"Well… if that's what you want," she whispered.
"Good. Then we're done here, right?" I asked, because Malik, one of my right-hand men, had been buzzing my phone nonstop.
"You're right. I'll tell you when to meet again." She collected her bag quickly, trying to look calm.
I smiled faintly as I left her behind. Malik was already waiting in the car. As I passed by, a group of women whispered my name, their eyes sparkling with envy. I only smirked.
"What's the fuss today?" I asked as I slid into the back seat.
"Everyone's waiting at the party. You can't skip this one," Malik said, starting the engine.
"And the lady?" I asked lazily. At these events, appearances mattered. Everyone was supposed to show up with a partner.
"She's already there. Waiting. And your suit is here too." He gestured at the garment bag beside me.
"Alright."
When we arrived, I changed into the suit. The woman prepared for me appeared soon after, stunning, elegant, a goddess dressed in silk.
"Hi, Mr. Ethan. I'm—" she began sweetly, stepping closer.
"Hey," I cut her off flatly. I wasn't interested. She smiled anyway, pretending not to notice. I took her hand, and together we entered the hall.
The moment we walked in, all eyes turned.
"Oh my God, it's Ethan!"
"Look at that woman with him she's unreal!"
Their envy was delicious. I smirked and walked straight to my uncle Ben's table, where he sat with a circle of businessmen. We exchanged greetings over drinks.
During a dull presentation, one man leaned toward me nervously.
"Mr. Ethan?" he said awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"I'm Damon. It's… an honor to meet you. I've admired you for years." He chuckled, clearly out of his depth.
"Really?" I smirked, amused.
"Yes! Meeting you like this feels like a dream," he continued, "and this is my girlfriend, Sophia." He introduced the woman at his side, who stared at me like I was carved from gold.
"Would you… Maybe like to grab a drink with me sometime?" Damon asked, fumbling his words.
"I don't think so, Mr. Damon," I replied coldly, shifting away. The man was irritating.
When the presentation ended, they tried to hand me the mic for a speech. I refused, simply raising my glass instead. "To success."
That was enough. I left without warning, Malik following.
"Tell Shayla to come to my room in ten minutes," I ordered once we reached the mansion.
"Yes, sir," Malik answered.
I headed straight to my private bathroom, stripping down and sliding into the warm water of the tub. A glass of wine sat within reach. I leaned back, smirking to myself. That chubby girl… she was ridiculous. Ridiculous, and yet she lingered in my head.
"She's hilarious," I muttered under my breath.
A knock broke my thoughts.
"Come in," I said lazily.
Shayla stepped inside—already naked, already nervous.
"I'm here, sir," she whispered.
"Come closer," I commanded, not even looking at her.
She slipped into the tub carefully, splashing water against my chest.
"Why… why did you choose me tonight, sir?" she asked, stammering.
"Because you remind me of someone." My hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer.
"But sir—"
"Shhh." I silenced her with a look. "No talking."
Her lips trembled, but she obeyed. I tilted her chin up. "Now… lick me."
She leaned in hesitantly, her tongue brushing my skin as water rippled around us. My patience snapped quickly. "Do it properly."
"Yes, Master," she whispered, shivering.
I pulled her hair back, guiding her mouth against my neck, my chest. I tasted her lips hungrily before sliding my hand lower, exploring. Shayla moaned softly, helpless.
I tied her wrists with her own panties, making her writhe, then indulged myself, drawing every desperate sound out of her before demanding more.
"Now… suck me," I ordered, taking another slow sip of wine.
She obeyed instantly, her submission driving me over the edge of pleasure.
For the first time in a long while, I felt alive. But as I looked at her, all I could think about was that girl. That damn chubby girl.
And that made me smirk all over again.