There was one feeling that I loved the most in life.
Sex.
God’s gift to man.
I knew exactly how to get it. I knew what came with it.
And I knew how damn good it made me
feel. Every. Single. Time.
And the best fucking part of it was, it was free!
But not just any kind of sex. Fuck no. Only the purely
physical, no-strings-attached, emotionless kind of sex—the only kind my insatiable cock could get behind, the only kind I
needed—or wanted.
So here I was, like the countless times before, sprawled
out next to some naked woman in her bed, basking in the afterglow of another
earth-shattering fuck session.
“That was incredible,” she purred, interrupting my
peaceful bliss. “I never came multiple times like that before in just in a
couple of hours.” I could hear her still panting as she recovered from her
orgasms.
I grunted an incoherent response, hoping that’d be enough
to keep her at bay. After my cock had gotten its fill from a woman, it was
done. So I was done, and didn’t see the point of making small talk after that
point.
“No, I’m serious. That was probably the best sex of my
life.”
“You’re welcome.”
She giggled. “Wow, you’re so full of yourself.”
The post-fuck bliss was evaporating as annoyance crept
its way in. “You just said I was the best fuck of your life. If that’s not a
‘thank you,’ I don’t know what is.”
I got up from the bed and started to put my clothes back
on. “Anyway, I gotta get going. I still have some work to do tonight.”
“Wait, just one thing before you leave.” She walked over
and grabbed one of my hands. Before I could register what she was doing, she
began writing something on my palm with a pen.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yanked my arm away and
stared at my palm. Shit. Her number.
She looked up at me with a come-hither expression as she
purposefully bit her lips. “I’d love to see you again sometime.”
Oh God, here we go
again. She’s one of those girls. I cleared my throat and turned to her,
trying to keep my tone light and free from the irritation that was building up
inside. I need to nip this shit in the
bud.
“Look—”
“—No, don’t misunderstand me,” she interrupted, “I know
you’re not looking for a relationship. I’m not either!” Her words came out
quick and urgent.
Bullshit, I
thought as I started to button up my dress shirt. I knew she was either lying
to me, or worse, lying to herself.
“I just thought that since we had so much fun tonight,
we can keep in touch…you know, stay friends or something, and do this again sometime.” She gave me what
she thought was her most seductive smile as she moved closer toward me and ran
her fingers down the ridges of my eight-pack abs. Before they moved any lower,
I grabbed her hand to stop her wasted efforts.
“Look,” I said coldly, “a one night stand is just that. One night. I didn’t ask you if you
wanted a two night stand.”
For a second, the blonde stared at me with a stunned
expression. But as soon as she recovered, she yanked her hand from my grasp and
backed away. “Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?!”
“The asshole you agreed to have a one night stand with.”
“Ugh! Get the fuck out of my house!”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do since I got out of
your bed, sweetie.” I grabbed my jeans and casually pulled them. “The fun’s
gotta end sometime.” I saw the indignation on her face, like she was just lied
to or something. In my defense, I’d been more than clear of what I wanted out
of her tonight, and she whole-heartedly agreed. It wasn’t my fault that she now
wanted more after she’d gotten a taste of me.
When I got to her front door, I turned back to her. “If
it’s any consolation, that was a great fucking one night stand.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed as she grabbed an
empty vase from the dining table and aimed it at me.
“You already did!” I called out as I closed the door in
time to hear the vase shatter against the other end of the door.
735. That was the newest notch on my proverbial belt of women
who I’d fucked, and that notch was claimed by this crazy blonde.
My name was Dean Chase. I was a rich, powerful attorney
at the most prestigious international law firm in the world. I was recently
selected as one of San Francisco’s “30 Most Eligible Bachelors Under 30” by
Forbes Magazine. So naturally, I got a lot of ass. And I welcomed it with open
arms and a rock-hard dick.
Things were very simple for me. I wasn’t looking for a
relationship. I wasn’t looking for emotions. I wasn’t looking for someone to
stick around for any longer than a good orgasm.
I was only
looking for a good chase.
When it came to the chase, my cock was always in the
driver’s seat. I came, I saw, I conquered. And then I moved on to the next
target.
That was how I operated. That was what I was happy with.
But that was until I met her.
The minute I saw Blair, I knew she was different. She
was the wicked curve ball that threw me for a loop. She was the one I wanted
but couldn’t have. That made her my ultimate
chase, and notch number 736 had her name written all over it.
