Two

CHAPTER TWO

DANIEL’S POV

I stand in the shower and the warm water cascades down my body whilst receiving an amazing fellatio from one of my favorite whore. My moans of pleasure filled the air, I don't care if she’s choking or not but she dares not to stop until I’m satisfied.

I’m not paying a thousand dollars to be unsatisfied. She’s on her knees in front of me,her wrists bound with ankles behind her back. I take pleasure in contorting her body into uncomfortable positions.

“Fuck!” I pushed her away from me once I was done. I wash myself and shut off the shower.

I left her there to clean herself up while I reached for a neat bathrobe and put it on.

I waited a few hours for her to show up but when she didn’t, I threw her money on the bed and left the hotel room with a bathrobe.

This is an exclusive hotel, my hotel, my rules and nobody dares question me.

“If she dies in there, please dump her body properly and bring back my money” I shoved the receptionist aside after ordering her and went to my private suite in the hotel.

She doesn't look scared, instead she looks like someone that wants to have a taste of it too

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It’s where I run my personal business and nobody is allowed except my informant.

I slipped into my Armani suit and opened the drawer full of different designer watches. I picked the diamond one.

“This is better” I arranged my hair properly in front of the mirror.

After getting to work, I return to the exit room heading to the car park.

“Good morning sir” an unfamiliar face but i recognized as my new driver bowed.

“You must be the new driver?” I moved my eyes from his old designer shoe to his face.

“Yes si…r” He stuttered.

“You’re fired, drop me st work and drop the tag” i entered the car and waited for him to get in.

How can someone like me drive me?. And nobody dared to use sir for me. Am I a puppet?Who even hired him?

I own this city! I'm called president Daniel Prescott.

He finally got in, his face looking pale.

“I’m sorry,His excellency. We will start the trip now” he bowed his head watching me from the rear mirror.

“You can have your job back, if..” I was interrupted when a message popped on my phone screen.

‘She signed the papers. The wedding is on friday’

“Take me to the villa instead” I instructed the driver and relaxed my back and closed my eyes all through my way back to the Villa.

I don’t why he is doing all this after I clearly made him understand why I won’t be marrying any woman especially with the fact I know all of them are whore and useless things. I have fucked so many of them and i can boastly say this that nothing is special about them.

The only reason I'm quiet and not saying anything is because of my grandfather. He insists I marry his friend’s daughter who’s a nobody and even no source of wealth. I didn't expect any woman to agree to marry someone like me. That's why I played along but now I have to deal with a wife.

As an avid collector of stunning artwork, I mean womens. I take pleasure in displaying my collection through my wealth and that shows whosoever I’m making my wife is a gold digger.

I reached the villa. As I push the door, a shard of paper lands on my face, causing me to scowl.

“You useless thing!” It’s grandfather.

I opened my mouth to shout but stopped when I noticed the company HR manager, Justin in the living room too.

“What are you doing here?” I walked away from Grandfather and grabbed him by her collar and raised him up from the chair.

“I…” He stammered, in fear.

“Let go of him” Grandpa snatched my hands off him and slapped me across the face.

“Father!”

“You lavish money more than you make it and that’s exactly why you are going to be getting married on saturday. And henceforth, Justin is working for me personally so dare not fire him.” he yelled angrily, I stared at Justin one last time and stomped out the place.

I grabbed my keys from the driver and sent him home, I headed straight to the Clubhouse where I got to cool my head off everything.

“Something strong?” The bartender asked.

“Usual please” I gave a cold reply, as my eye searched the room and it landed on my new sex toy for the night. She smiled at me and said an approving smile.

“Give her something strong too, room 69” I winked at the bartender.

“Yes sir” he nodded.

I made my way past the drunk crowd to room 69. It’s a clubhouse and every exclusive member gets their own private lounge.

I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the bed, leaving me in my trousers.

I went to the bar and poured myself a drink, and then the long awaited guest arrived but instead of the girl I was expecting, I dropped by the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

She looked drunk and unaware of where she was but that doesn’t stop me from assessing her boobs that look like they wanted them free and to the short gown she is wearing that’s now halfway to her butt.

“Where is this place and why am I fucking loving it” She laughed hysterically.

“Wait, you look familiar” I walked closer to her. She gulped down the drink in her hand and smashed the glass cup to the floor.

I pulled back.

“Who does he think he is?” She yelled angrily, and this went on for a while.

Looks like someone just got her heart broken, I smirked and sat on the bed while I listened to her.

“Do you even know the most interesting thing about my life?. I’m getting married this Saturday and I don’t even know my husband!” She laughed, but I can sense a deep pain in that.

“You know life can be full of ups and downs. I’m getting married…” I stopped talking and looked at her again.

“The doctor said, papa has just one month left but I feel he’s not even here anymore. That bastard talks like he owns my papa's life. I hate doctors!” She suddenly burst into tears, and walked away.

What just happened? Is that??? And who the hell is she?

All that thought wiped off immediately the right bitch came in looking hot but not as hot as that crazy bitch earlier.