Page 3 of Champagne Nights

“What do I like to hear?” I asked as I pounded into her.

“Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder.”

After a few more thrusts, I pulled out of her and turned her on her back, pushing her legs up as far as they would go, allowing my cock to go deeper inside her. The buildup was coming, and I welcomed it. I needed it. After a few more hard,deep thrusts, I halted and moaned as I came, and all the tension that I felt was released.

Climbing off her, I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it on.

“Yeah. I’m great.” She smiled. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?” she asked as she lay on the bed.

“Because I don’t need to be kissed, Samantha. You know the rules. Don’t ask again.” I slipped on my pants.

“Do you have to leave already?” she pouted.

“You know how busy I am. I have to get back to the office.”

“You’re always busy, Ethan. Have you ever thought about slowing down and smelling the roses every once in a while?”

“Nah.” I smiled. “As long as there’s money to be made, there’s work to be done.”

“I hate you,” she spoke.

“No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.” I adjusted my tie as I looked in the mirror.

“The sex is great. That’s why I keep coming back for more. But as for you, you’re an emotionless bastard.”

“I know, and that’s the way I like it. Enjoy the rest of your day, Samantha.” I winked as I walked out the door.

My life was all about my company and control. My employees and colleagues called me the “Iceman” because I had nothing but ice running through my veins. Emotions weren’t my thing. Feelings were non-existent, and my gain was the top priority, no matter who I had to step on to get what I wanted. It was how I became so successful, building and running a billion-dollar technology company by age thirty. I was on top, and that was all that mattered to me.

Chapter Two

Aubrey

After brushing through my long blonde hair, I slipped into my brand new strapless, black and white floral print, A-line waist dress. Tonight was special because my best friend, Penelope, was having her first exhibition at a well-known art gallery.

Penelope Carson and I met in college when I accidentally bumped into her and knocked all her books out of her hands. Sometimes, I could be clumsy. She forgave me, we had coffee, and a friendship was formed.

As I grabbed my shoes from the closet, I heard the front door open, and my Aunt Charlotte’s voice filtered through the apartment.

“I was at the store and picked you up some fruit and more K-cups,” she yelled.

“Thank you.” I smiled as I walked towards the kitchen.

“Ah. Penelope’s art exhibition is tonight, isn’t it?” She grabbed hold of my hands.

“Yes. Ian should be here soon.”

“You look beautiful, Aubrey. That dress is perfect.”

“Thanks. Penelope helped me pick it out.”

The front door opened, and my other best friend, Ian, stepped inside.

“Wow. Who’s that sexy woman standing right before me?”

“Oh, stop, Ian. You know I’m way too old for you,” Aunt Charlotte spoke.

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