SCOTT

I didn't want to think that my cousin had duped me.

How else do I explain him going AWOL just a few days after we signed a contract and he got payment for the project?

Would that be why he suggested an offshore account for the transfer instead of transferring the money to the company's account?

Fuck this, fuck him for even switching off his cell phone and not answering his home line.

Now I am on an unscheduled flight – economy at that – on my way to New York to find him out.

Who will ever believe that Liam Scott, the Scott family's only son and heir, and multi-billionaire, is sitting beside common people in an uncomfortable aisle seat?

I will make sure to remedy this once I get to New York. I hear they have really pretty ladies who don't mind helping a man feel good.

When the pilot announces our arrival, I am more excited than anyone. I couldn't wait to get away from the woman beside me, who kept talking about her boyfriend, whom she was meeting for the first time after 6 years of online dating. I only hoped the “boyfriend” was as old as she is, or he will be in for a big reveal.

The ride to the hotel room was even more annoying; the road was lined with honking cars waiting to move. I began to wonder if I was really in the same New York everyone claimed to love, or one underdeveloped city somewhere else.

The only thought that stopped me from popping my head out of the car and cussing every damn person on the road was the very thought of how I will cool every aching joint and muscle with a woman.

If she's good enough, I will keep her for the duration of my stay.

Or add one more, a threesome doesn't sound so bad an idea after all.

My assistant had told me of this very cool spot where I could find anything I wanted. She had said it was a small Vegas in the heart of New York that only a handful of people knew about, and even fewer could access.

The idea of that thrilled me.

A secret club is exactly what I need. Can't risk anyone finding me and giving me away to the blogs. Those guys have been on my case for a long while, waiting for another scandal.

I let my mind roam on every other thing but that; it had been so disastrous that the family business was put on the pedestal and was almost lost.

Couldn't think of what that did to me while I was yet dealing with lost money and a cousin on the run.

But as I sat in the club hours later and scanned every face I came across, I couldn't stop myself from taking the alcohol the bartender offered.

I let my eyes roam the crowded room – so much for a private club – this time around, I let my eyes sweep every figure with a swell on the chest and a waist well curved to perfection, but none interested me, they were all showing too much.

Once, I made eye contact with a lady at a far corner, but as I made my way towards her, I noticed the bulge in her g-string and turned the other way, cussing under my breath.

I took another gulp and rested the tiny glass on a bar when someone distracted me.

'Mind giving it another shot? Only this time with me'

This one is going home with me tonight. Everything about her sensuous voice and intensely bold gaze made me stretch forth a leg to create extra space for the guy in my pants.

I didn't mind that she looked way older than me.

'Sure, what do you prefer?' I found myself stammering, for the very first time in years.

What's going on?

I watched her smile, and I bet I could feel the tips of my toes tingle with a feeling I couldn't explain.

'I've always wanted to try tequila, know if it's as hard as people make it seem.' Her eyes were focused on me all the while, and I wondered if she was flirting or just playing around.

I avoided her eyes, not because it wasn't attractive enough, but because I could feel myself getting lost in their depths, and I didn't want that just yet.

I just want a release.

I ordered two shots of tequila and offered her one. She took it gracefully and shook her head when I offered my glass for a clink; instead, she twirled her arm around mine so our arms were locked and signaled for me to drink.

I found myself obeying her every command. I had lost control over my body and my actions; somehow, she took charge of everything.

It felt like being a child again and doing my ma's bidding, but my ma didn't make my dick harden.

We were going for a third round when another lady walked up to us and went straight to whisper something audible to the lady beside me. She was trying hard to convince her to go home with her as she'd had a lot to drink, but the damsel won't go as she was out to have fun in the first place.

Her friend finally left, and it was only while we lay in bed two hours later, after a third round of the best sex I have had in my life, that I was grateful for all the alcohol she had consumed that made her make choices she might regret by daylight.

For me, I didn't mind kissing her full lips again, or holding her perfectly rounded waist, just as I had imagined. Her cries as I slipped in and out of her, and the wetness between her legs was the reason I had come within seconds of the first round.

She was insatiable, within moments she was kissing her way down my belly to my already hard member, and I only had a short moment to wonder if she was this way with everyone else she fucked before she took me in her mouth.

This lady, whose name I didn't know, came with fire, and little did I know how badly I would be burned.

If only I knew...