Chapter 8: Hendrix

Hendrix

"Come again?" Walking back outside, I grabbed my open laptop and made myself comfortable on a lounger. The night was a bit chilly, but welcomed after the over one-hundred-degree day we'd just had. Felt good to be outside.

"I'm going to put this in a simple/vulgar way for you, Hendrix. That way you understand once and for all." He took a sip from his drink, the sound of him swallowing loud in my ear. "She - the girl you choose - will not suck your dick unless she wants to. Her choice to let you fuck her or not."

I choked on the sip of beer I'd just taken. "What the hell, man!"

"The contract is very specific," he continued as if I hadn't just yelled. "Once you've chosen the one that catches your eye, a meeting will be held. All of this with her safety in mind, she will decide the where and when. Not you. Never you."

"You are very protective." And that was putting it mildly. Fucker sounded about to have a coronary.

"I love Crystal and won't have you offending her. Best friend or not."

"You're right, and I apologize for my lack of tact. But please keep in mind that I'm not versed in this field like you." That was the best he'd get from me. "Don't know the protocol."

"Shut up," he grunted and then mumbled something I couldn't quite make out under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I called you a hard-headed punk," Jax grunted. "You are the most exhausting man I've ever met, so listen carefully."

"Okay."

"Boot up that laptop and login to the website using the paperwork I gave you. Check it out, go through some profiles, and keep an open mind, Hendrix. Give this a chance."

Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly. Raked my fingers through my black hair and pulled a bit. "Fine." At that moment, I'd agree to gift him my soul if the man backed off. "How does this shit work?"

"Easy." He laughed. "Input your desired features: everything from eye color to if she's open to a sexual relationship. Possible matches will be made, and you go through them. Think of it as a resume. Find one you like and make contact. Be honest with her, and if she likes what you offer, she will ask to meet in person. From there, if you are both on the same page, a contract will be discussed."

"That's it?" My tone came out more sarcastic than I had intended it to.

"Go find a woman, ass." With that he hung up, and I let my head drop back. A star shot across the night's sky, and I took that as a sign of the apocalypse coming.

This had bad idea written all over it.

"Let's get this shit over with." At least you'll be safe from the idea of love.

No attachment other than mutual benefits. You get laid, and she, paid.

Opening my browser, I typed in the website I'd memorized from the paperwork he'd left me. Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder.

Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories.

Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO.

All smiling and flaunting their wealth.

There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years.

Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

The questionnaire, once in, was quite simple as my profile had already been made.

"At least he chose a good picture for it," I muttered while reading the short bio. Nothing outlandish, just some bullshit he concocted. Made me sound as if I were looking for more than someone on my arm for a short-term agreement.

Since when did you agree to this? I hadn't. Not yet. Was just looking.

"Doing this just to get Jax off my back." Sounded like bull even to my own ears.

Picking up my beer from the floor beside my lounger, I sipped while clicking on the "likes" and "dislikes" section.

Hair, eyes, ethnicity...I didn't care. All that mattered were two things; she had to be intelligent, and not on any kind of drugs. Nothing that would impair her judgement.

The moment I approved of the final setup for my account and information, the messages began.

Ping after ping. My inbox flooded.

I didn't read a single one of those messages. Those candidates reeked of desperation. If, and that was a big if, I followed through with this sham, it would be on my terms.

I'd find her.

Opening the currently available babies page, I scrolled through the pictures. Blondes, brunettes...a few red heads. All between the ages of twenty and thirty-five. Some were moms, and others were students.

Those with children were an automatic no. I wasn't looking to be anyone's father figure.

This is a waste of time. Sure, they were beautiful women with the bodies to match, but none caught my attention or made me pause.

Not until I saw her.

All the way at the bottom - her profile only a few hours old. Beau Carter, age twenty-three and in school, had a lot of potential.

She was an alluring creature.

Short, at only five feet and two inches, she'd fit perfectly against my harsh planes. A delicate doll with long, light brown hair and striking green eyes. And fuck me, those pouty lips of hers were heaven.

She was the first woman in years that made my cock twitch with a simple smile.

Her picture was effortless.

Gorgeous, in nothing more than a white string bikini while sitting cross-legged on a sandy beach. Eyes wide and happy, she had a serene smile on her face while soft waves crashed behind her.

She was stunning.

She would be mine.