Chapter 1—Max
I’m running late for my meeting, and seriously, this traffic is shit. What’s the point of a damn speed limit when you never got even near it and the cars in front of you are driving twenty below it? Dallas traffic was a nightmare. It didn’t make a difference if it was four lanes or you were stuck in one; someone would slow that shit down. I had to get the fuck out of this traffic, or I wasn’t going to make it to my meeting on time. I called my assistant to see what could be done without me. I was really concerned about the date I had tonight; her flight left at ten. Well, it really wasn’t a date. There would be no dinner—just a hotel room and Kendall bent over and taking it hard. She was going to be my first hookup in a long dry spell.
I was getting bored with the women I was meeting and the fucks weren’t as good as they used to be, so I put the pussy on hold for the last three months. It seemed like forever since I dipped my cock in a nice warm pussy. My dick was only getting my hand action, and that was getting stale fast. I needed a piece of grade-A ass, but I would settle for just a decent screw. I was sure there were some women I’d fucked in the past that would like a recap, but I didn’t want to give them the idea that I’d actually missed their asses because I sure the hell didn’t. I just needed my dick buried in a cunt, and fuck if I was going to pay for it. I don’t do prostitutes, which is contradictory since the ones I bent over were out to get a present or spend my money, but fuck it—I have standards; they were lucky if I bought them dinner. My usual was leggy blondes with a desire to be fucked on their knees. I am the stereotypical playboy. I don’t have a heart, and I don’t want one. If it wasn’t for my fucked-up vision, my life would be fucking perfect.
Fucking yeah! Traffic was finally moving. I sped up until I had smacked my brand new Mercedes right into the back of a car. Damn. I was so busy with my thoughts of slamming that chick from behind that I hadn’t seen the car in front of me hit their brakes. This was not what I needed. I had a date with Kendall, and damn it, she was ready to put out. Fuck!
This was my third accident this year. It was because of these accidents that I was finally going to get laser surgery on my eyes. I wasn’t looking forward to this shit, but I was liable to kill a motherfucker in my next accident. I was told the laser procedure was pretty safe, and I finally caved in to get it done.
Luckily they had all been fender benders, and I had a great lawyer because once they found out who I was, they faked injuries that they didn’t have. I started demanding a visit to the ER right after each incident.
I think I might be booted from my insurance company, and they might refuse to fix my latest fuck up. Well, fuck them. I would just get a new one.
Thankfully we were on the lane closest to the barrier. We both pulled to the side, and I got out of the car to make sure the person was not hurt. I walked over to the now dented, maybe previously dented piece of junk to check on the driver and the damage. Before I reached the car door, it opened, and all I saw was a pair of sexy-ass legs. I looked farther up, and it just kept getting better and better. By the time I made it past those large breasts, I was taken aback by a face that had sexy innocent written all over it. I wish I had gotten my surgery already. Then again, I was glad I didn’t because I wouldn’t have crashed into her. I was hit with instant lust and something else that had my heart acting like a circus act.
“Hello, miss, are you all right?” I looked at the shaken-up young woman who looked like she might cry.
“I am sorry, miss. I was so anxious for traffic to move that I hadn’t been paying attention to my speed. Are you okay?” Normally a woman’s tears meant shit to me unless it was my mom or Kara, but this girl was fucking with me in ways I didn’t know possible, and I didn’t want to see her cry.
“Yes, sir.” Damn if my dick didn’t jump at that. She was not very tall. I would say five six and brunette with tiger-like hazel eyes.
“Well, let me call a tow truck to pick up the cars,” I said, as I had my phone in my hand dialing it up.
“But it’s still drivable. I will just take it to my boyfriend, who has a cousin who works on cars. We don’t need a tow truck for my car. I will give you the insurance information, but we don’t need a tow truck.” What the hell did she have against getting a tow truck? I thought about it for a moment. She was young with a beat-up ride—maybe she didn’t have money for a tow. Didn’t she realize it was my fault for the accident?
“I’ll get the insurance information and I will be right back.” She started toward her car, and I stopped her by gripping her arm and turning her to face an angry me.