Chapter 3 Home Coming
∆Jordan Centineo∆
Being a billionaire at a very young age has its perks but also its downs and thorns. There comes a time when all the works grow tiring and all I would want to do is to lay upon the bed all night, but I never can't I feel delegating jobs and authority to one's subordinates is outrightly irresponsible. No good boss should indulge in such.
Jordan global International limited, has been striving and trying to maneuver to the business frontal over the years and finally, I successfully did it. I just signed a multi-billion contract with the richest man in the whole of Milan, not just Milan but entire Italy. Apart from engaging in different forms of commercial occupation, Leonardo da Vinci is the owner of the top twenty casinos in Italy and an In-law to both the Italian President and the wealthiest Mafia in the whole of Milan.
Finally, I breathe out, fist-pumping the air. I've been after this deal for a total of six months now, here in Milan. The extra cultured businessman insists I stay in Milan for the period the deal strategy is fully developed and sealed as if it is a bad omen to conduct business with someone from afar and man did I indulge him? I'd do whatever it takes to get that deal.
I can't wait to get to the states and assume my title as the richest billion in the United States. Who would have thought, that a twenty-five-year-old, would attain such height in such a small amount of time, definitely zero, not even my father? I remember when he called me too young to survive on my own and tried to cajole me into focusing solely on his own business and running his clubhouse in Las Vegas.
Well, I must confess, the club does well and of recent, I heard the club income has multiplied in seven-folds and it is all because of one person. A stripper whose name I'm familiar with after much information from my friends.
I guess it's finally time I see this mysterious girl for myself since I'd be taking over the ownership of the club in no time. I intend to acquire 50% of the shares and split the remaining 50% amongst Simon and Conroy, my two best friends, who happen to be CEO and table leaders in their department. Simon is engaged in buying and selling automobiles while Conroy is engaged in legal matters, undoubtedly the best lawyer in the whole of Nevada, if not the whole country.
"Sir, your flight leaves in the next thirty-five minutes" Dion, my assistant I took to Milan's calls while poking her head through the slightly opened door. "Our flight" I gently rebuke her. "Yes sir" she replies smiling. "So I don't get some of that spicy body of yours before we leave?" I ask standing up and walking towards her.
"There's no time," she says but her eyes hold something else, Lust.
"We can create time" I breathe into her ears, licking her sensitive spot in her earlobe and I feel her shiver. "I know you want it too"
Without warning she swerves and crashes her lips hard on mine, using her teeth to bite my lower lips. Taking control, I push my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss, my hands grabbing and squeezing her perky breast through her black-colored chiffon top, my breath quickening when notice she is not wearing a bra. Lesser trouble.
Hastily, I roll up the tiny fabric and fasten them on her chest, right above her breast, Gingerly bitting and nibbling them. There is no iota of love in this, clearly intense lust. Of course, this isn't the first time we'd be fucking each other here in Milan. If my calculations are correct, I think it started on the evening of the day we arrived in Italy, after being fed dinner by our host. I can't recollect the details of that evening, but I certainly remember making her cum eight times in a row.
By the time I'm done with her mighty tits, my belt was long gone and my trouser in a lazy heap on the ground around my ankles, her hands on my mighty shaft, stroking the life outta it. "Yeah just like that" I ramble out, her boobs in my mouth preventing the words from coming out well.
She goes down on her knees, and engulfs my member in a crazy blow job, sucking and flicking her tongues around and about my dick. She gently grabs my balls in her hands, playing with them while she quickens her speed with her mouth, covering just half of me. When I can't take her teasing any longer, I place my hands on getting shoulder and stop her.
"Come here," I say picking her up. "Your hands on your feet" I command and she obeys like an obedient child, waiting for her reward."good girl. Peeling off skirt and panties at the same time, I'm faced with her pink beautiful pussy. No time for too much pleasure or tease, so I roughly insert my penis in her hole, earning a loud yelp of pain from her, but it soon turns into moans. She knows better than to complain though, our relationship is strictly based on what I want.
Thrusting heavy bangs into her, she begins to shake almost losing her balance on the ground. "Your leg on my shoulder" I command again and again she complies. "I think I'm gonna cum" she let out between labored breaths. "You think?"
"I'm gonna cum" and after two mighty thrusts, I feel her shatter around me, just when I feel my release brew in my stomach, gathering her back in my hands I push harder and further into her until I find my release.
"Took you only three minutes this time," she says dressing up. "I can take less or more, depending on what I want and how much time we have" I reply taking predatory steps towards her.
"Show me?" She asks.
"Wait till we get home" I grabbed her ass.
"Oh, I like it when you do that" she exclaims seductively.
"What more do you like?"
"Your mouth on my...." her response is interrupted by a knock on the door. Freeing her, I go to open the door, must be something important.
"Mr. Leo asked me to come to get you. I'm your diver for today, he says your plane leaves in a few minutes.
" how long does it take to get to the airport?"
"Fifteen minutes is the least time taken"
"Okay, I'll be back in five. Wait here for me" I say and without waiting for his reply dash back into the luxury hotel room.
We arrive at Las Vegas International Airport around 5: 00 PM, as at the time dark is already setting in. "The driver is waiting outside," Dion says.
"Let's go then" and together we match outside, taking long strides. "Welcome back Mr. Centineo" Jack, my driver since forever greets taking my luggage handle.
"How have you been jack?"
"Great, but not the same since you left. I felt useless, just sitting around the house doing nothing all day long" he says looking as sincere as he sounds.
"I know the feeling" I reply to him.
"I texted the company driver to come to get you. He should be here any minute" I say turning to face Dion.
"Alright sir"
"Let's go Jack" I command and jack goes to opens the car door and slams it close when I'm seated. "Where to?" He asks looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"The condo" I reply, taking my gaze from the mirror. "Tell me all that happened in my absence"
"Not much, save for your mother and Ariana Steele that came looking for you"
"Ariana came to the condo?" I ask my voice a pitch higher than usual.
"Yes sir"
"When and how did she locate my house?" I ask in shock. Ariana Steele is one of my numerous flings, I met her several months ago in my Dads club where she works as a stripper. Even though it is against my father's policy for staff to commune in any form of sexual activity, I couldn't say no when she offered herself freely to me. I had fucked her silly that night, in one of the private rooms, in the studio, and a few other times after the first time. I don't remember telling her as much as my name or my contact for that number. Anytime I needed her service, I only need to ask the manager to send her to my room in the club. The question now is, how on earth did she locate my house?
"I don't know the answer to that but she said something about meeting you in your father's club and If that is correct I don't see how finding your house will be a problem for her"
Fuck! I breathe out. Dad must not find out about it. He already sees me as irresponsible and wayward, I don't need to give him more reason to scold me or further prove his point. I'm sure the old man wouldn't let it slide if he ever finds out I'm screwing or rather that I screwed one of his employees.
"What else did she say?"
"You should check on her when you get back from your trip?"
"Hmm, okay! I mumble lowly, following a subtle silence from both our ends, knowing fully well I wouldn't be doing that except the need comes
Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!
My phone blows up ringing, cutting through the silence in the car, interrupting my mental note-taking of things I need to do once I get to the office tomorrow. Picking up my phone from where it is laying on the car's seat, the caller ID flashes on the caller screen. Simon.
" hey man," I say after hitting the answer button.
"I'm a great dude. You're back?" He asks from the other end of the call.
"To Las Vegas, yes. To my house no. We are about three minutes away though"
"Do we meet up at the club or..."He is still talking about where to meet when I cut him off his sentence.
"No way bro, not the club, somewhere else please, maybe you guys should come over to the condo. I'm sure there's still some fine bottle of wine in the wine cellar and the cook can make us a nice dinner. What do you say to steak and pasta?" I ask knowing he doesn't ever reject steak or pasta, no matter the situation. I'm too jet-lagged and hungry to go to the club.
"You don't play fair"
"The hell I do"
"So what do you say? Wine, Steak, and Pasta at my place?" I ask knowing the answer to the question already.
"Of course it's a yes. how will you even ask that? I'll Conroy to inform him about the changes."
"Okay Buddy," I say and hang up only to see jack pulls up in my driveway. I'm confused because when did we get here?
"That was fast"
"Care to share why I'm your driver?
The nerve of this guy. Well, you can say jack is more like a partner in crime to me than a driver. I can't help but baffle at how much he has grown. I remember when I picked him up from the streets three years ago. Something in me triggered the moment I saw him, laying dejectedly under the bridge. To me, he is the younger sibling I never had. I plan on sending him abroad to further his studies in whatever line he chooses but that will after he finishes his course at the University of Nevada.
" I see you grew some nerve in my absence, huh? You better get my luggage out of the trunk before I smack you where the sun doesn't shine" I retort chuckling.
"You love me too much to hurt me," the idiot says with a big smile on his face.
"And now I regret that," I say walking into the apartment.
"I love you to sir" I hear his shout but didn't turn back or answer him. Like I said I'm tired and famished