I could give her anything she wanted, anything she ever needed or desired. If she had my baby, her world would never be the same. She'd never have to worry again about a fucking thing.
That was the idea, show her the life she can have.
Now, I'm not saying I want to be tied down, but if she was the mother of my kid... Copper would know what it felt like to be gold.
My plan had been set in motion. And so far, everything was easy as a fuck.
Her boss practically forced the damn girl down my throat when I called. I'd barely finished my first sentence, and the woman was ready to send her out on a plane that night.
I had expected her to hang up on me, tell me to get lost. Who calls and asks to buy a fucking woman? I did. And it went smoother than silk over skin.
When I told Gloria who I was and what I was willing to pay, I'm pretty sure the phone fell from her fingers. I heard her scrambling around on the other end, mumbling to herself words that were inaudible to me.
It's sad really; money truly was the root of all evil.
And I was going to take full advantage of it.
Walking over to the bar, I grabbed a short wide glass, and poured myself a drink. Scotch, it was a liquor that had been the primary stock in my father's cabinets since I was a child. Now, it's my go to.
I remember the first time this liquid hit my tongue. I wanted to throw up, it burned my throat and singed my stomach. I was sixteen, and left alone, again. That was typical for me; my father traveled a lot on business and Mom spent so much time keeping up the family name with social events, I was left to my own devices.
Which I can't say is entirely bad, I had a lot of freedom. Freedom most kids that age would give a fucking testicle for. Give a teenager an endless bank account, a car, and all the freedom they could handle...
Fun didn't even cover it.
That first drink, first few drinks I should say; I think I ended up drinking half the bottle that day. For hours after I was heaving over the toilet and all the maids thought I'd caught the flu.
Lifting the glass to my mouth, the stinging sensation buzzed across my skin. A welcomed feeling to take my mind off my dad. The hot liquor hit my throat, easing my nerves and burning my gut all in the same instance.
For once I was happy my dad had bought this place. My family only ever came here in the summer. That's when the island was streaming with life and excitement. At least that's what he used to say.
Every year we would come here for weeks at a time. My parents roamed the island, waving their riches in every step. And what did I do? I sat around grumbling, drinking my father's stock of alcohol.
Lucky for me, it was Christmas time and not a soul was around. This was going to be the perfect place to get what I wanted. There were no maids or butlers here right now, and the groundskeeper was off for the next week. Which meant pure, uninterrupted alone time.
And if I expected to have her, the way I wanted to, it had to be this way.
Copper's image spread like wild fire into my head. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her. Her red hair, fuck it was amazing, my favorite color. I wanted to wrap my fingers in it, tug at her roots till she screamed my name.
She wasn't the type of girl my father expected me to be with. He wanted me to find a girl that came from riches, one that fit the supermodel build— tall and ridiculously skinny.
Copper, she had curves. An hour glass figure I could ride for days. And let me just say, that's what I planned on doing.
Pacing around the large living room, I walked repeatedly from the bar to the front window. The crystal clear glass reached from floor to ceiling, spanning the entire wall. A thick oriental rug covered the wood flooring. Even though this was my family's summer house, no expense was spared.
My head began to spin, the scotch starting to dig into the muscle of my skull. Bracing the edge of the bar, I let my head fall to the cool surface. Resting my forehead against my hands, my mind ran with thoughts.
A kid, a fucking kid! I need this, it has to happen. She can't leave here without being pregnant. She has to carry my child.
And I won't let her go until she does.
I wasn't sure how she was going to react to my demand, to the idea that she was needed so I could have a baby. The one thing I did know— making the baby would be the best part.
When I met her at the club, I knew she was different. She didn't want to throw herself on me, fuck, she didn't even recognize me. That made this all the better. She had no idea who I was, the money I waved her way had no reaction.
And when the ivory of her tits and light pink flesh of her nipples flashed in front of me, I wanted her more than any woman I had ever seen. She was sexy, a redhead that had a body I was going to spend hours tracing with my tongue.
Every inch of her, from head to toe, was going to be tasted by me.
I'd imagined what it would feel like to slide deep inside her. Was her pussy bare? Did she maybe have a nice trail of hair that thinly lined above her clit? It was going to be incredible to find out.