His Needs:Billionaire(16)

"Did I say that?" She moved away from the door and let out a tired huff.  "Just go. You're in a mood, and we're just going to tear each other  apart. You got your sex, so whatever."         

     



 

"Got my sex?" He snorted and opened the door. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like it means." She crawled up in the bed and  waited to press her palms to her eyes until he let the door close behind  him without a word.

She shouldn't have said it, but it was how she felt. He wasn't at all  the same guy who'd dropped down to his knee in the sand in Jamaica. He  was more like the asshole that let some girl give him head while she  watched on her first day of work.

"No. Please don't let us go backward. We don't have much farther to go to unravel everything. Please."





Chapter 13

Damon





"Now that you got your sex? What the fuck does that mean? She didn't  want to fuck?" he growled as he took the stairs all the way to the  bottom floor of the hotel. She was being so incredibly sensitive, and it  was getting old.

It was because she was young, that and the fact that their relationship  was so new. Why the hell did he propose? It only seemed to add another  layer of weight on their already crumbling foundation.

Because I love her.

Do you?

"Yes," he mumbled and walked into the executive club as a pretty redhead at the hostess stand glanced up and smiled warmly.

"Evening, Sir. Would you like a table with a connection or no?"

"Damon. Over here, man." Ben's voice caught him off guard, and he moved  over a little and lifted his hand to wave at his old friend.

Where he needed to get a few things done, the night was young. He could  have a drink or two with Ben, catch up and then try to work through some  of his ever-expanding to-do list. Besides, he owed Ben a bit of an  apology. He'd been a horse's ass earlier that week to both Ben and  Linda. Chances are that both of them had let it slide, but nevertheless,  Damon was working on being better about letting his emotions get the  best of him.

"I'm good. I'll come get another table after a few drinks with an old  friend." He nodded and started to walk off as the woman gripped his  upper arm lightly, stopping him.

"I'm Amanda." She handed him a card. "Let me know if there is anything you need while you're here."

He winked and pulled from her hold. "Great. Thanks."

Slut.

"Hey, buddy. When did you get in?" Damon slid into the booth across from  Ben and started to get his computer out, but decided against it. He  could spare a few minutes.

"About two hours ago." Ben shrugged. "The whole team is here, but I  thought it would be nice to have a drink by myself, you know, test out  the theory that only alcoholics drink alone."

"And? You figured out if you fit the bill?" Damon chuckled, letting the angst from his fight with Bethany go.

"I'm still working on that." Ben glanced down at his hands and back up.  "So Bethany didn't come with you? I thought we were going to start her  on-"

"She's upstairs. We're having our tenth misunderstanding for the day."  Damon leaned back and turned as the waiter walked up. "Vodka and a  splash of sprite. Three limes and a napkin, please."

"Of course, Sir."

"We tried to wrap up most of the third quarter stuff at the office  before leaving this afternoon, but it's just massive. We're meeting at  six tomorrow morning in one of the conference rooms to try and finish  up." Ben shrugged, seemingly ignoring Damon's comments about Bethany. He  was almost grateful not to have to explain himself further.

"I'll be down there with you guys. Everyone made the trip okay?"

"Yeah. Who is this new Senior Manager? We met briefly at the airport,  but I need to know more. The woman is hot as fucking sin." Ben ran his  fingers through his hair.

Damon chuckled. Delilah was beautiful, but Ben was way out of his league  if he was thinking about hitting on her. She wasn't the type of woman  to date anyone who wasn't wealthy like a well-worn coat. She got that  from her mother, as Christa had too. They looked a lot alike, but  Christa's hair was darker, her tits bigger and she had a nefarious look  on her pretty face all the time. Delilah not so much.

"She's actually a good friend from my high school days. I dated her sister... you know, Christa."

"Dude. I seriously thought she was Christa, but when she introduced herself..."

"They do look a lot alike. Maybe too much." Damon sighed and sunk down into the booth behind him.

"You miss her?" Ben lifted his eyebrow.

"What? Hell no. She was, wait... is a bitch. Greedy and selfish with her  eyes on nothing more than scoring a prize. I'm nobody's trophy. Screw  that shit." Damon rolled his shoulders and took his drink from the  server as it was delivered.

"Interesting."

Damon lifted his eyebrow. "Why is that interesting?"         

     



 

"I would have thought she was your trophy. After you being top dog in  Kappa Alpha all through college and sleeping with just about every  vagina on campus..."

"I didn't sleep with a lot of women."

"Fuck that, you didn't. You're getting old and senile. You slept with a  lot of girls. Period." Ben rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his  chest, letting it rest on his portly stomach. "Remember that contest you  and Kendal had every year."

"Agh, fuck. Don't remind me of that." He laughed, finally relaxing  enough to kick-back and let his guard down. It didn't happen too often,  but Ben was an old friend. The poor guy hadn't gotten very far in life,  but he was a hard worker and would eventually figure out how to play the  game. It was always more about who you knew than what you were capable  of.

"Someone should. You're a completely different guy now, or maybe you  aren't, shit, I don't know." He shrugged. "I saw Kendal a few months  back, and he's changed completely. Stiff as hell and seems to have a  chip on his shoulder."

"I've changed a lot." Damon nursed his drink, thinking of all the women  he took to his bed before growing up a little. They weren't toys, though  most wished they were. It was disturbing and the older he got, the more  he moved away from giving in to their desires, even if they matched his  own. Bethany was different. Why, he was unsure, but the fact remained.  If she wanted it, all she'd have to do was say so, but therein lied the  challenge. She wasn't ballsy enough to stand up to him yet. She was  almost there, but not quite yet. "Kendal has a lot of reason to  withdraw. He worked his balls off to get that job at the university.  Thanks to some whorish child with stars in her eyes, he almost lost  everything."

"I'd love to hear that story."

"Then ask him. It's not my tale to tell." Damon turned as a busty girl  with big green eyes and long dark hair walked up. Her blue dress was  tight, leaving plenty of her tits bouncing above the top of it. Red  lipstick and a pretty pink tongue that darted out and licked at her  mouth. She knew she was hot.

"Hi boys. My friends over there and I were wondering if you might like to buy us a drink." She smiled as Ben grunted.

"Nope. We're gay. Can't you tell?" He lifted his eyebrow and glanced across the table at Damon. "Women nowadays. Jeez."

Damon chuckled and lifted his glass to the girl. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."

"Wait. Are you?" The girl shifted her eyes back and forth between Damon and Ben.

"We don't kiss and tell." Damon finished his drink and pulled out his  laptop as she walked away, mumbling about how all the good ones were  taken.

"You're welcome." Ben tapped the table between them.

"Thank you?" Damon popped open the computer and ran his finger down the screen to open the programs.

"Yeah. I was saving you."

"From what? A hot woman?" Damon smirked and turned his attention back to the screen.

"No, from making a mistake. You're with Bethany now, right?" Ben  coughed. "You know that's a big ass mistake in the making, right?"

"We had this discussion already, and you didn't save me from anything. I  proposed to her. I'm a lot of things, but a cheater isn't one of them."  Damon brushed his fingers across his lips. "Why is it that our tax  people never seem to work as fast as the audit side?"

"The rules change too often. You know that. Cut them some slack."

Damon sat back as Ben reached across and closed the screen. "We're old friends, right? Frat brothers?"

"Yeah. So." Damon reached for the top, but paused.

"So I'm telling you as someone who cares about you, you need to set this  thing up with Bethany well. She's not only an intern at the firm,  she's-"

"I know. Stop fucking reminding me," he growled, wishing like hell he  could pick them up and move to a foreign country where no one knew  either of them. That would solve everything in their relationship,  maybe... but the host of other problems it would create was almost  stifling.