Chapter 1
I get off the phone with Lisa for the fifth time today,having been tied up with work. Well I made myself busy.
I want to be busy, it keeps my mind off dad and Claudia.
Right now, only work, women and opium can keep me sane.
"Argh" I exhale as I look through my window at the city's night view.
"Hey Jayden, I got the girls prepped and ready. The limo is waiting."
Audrey says as he troops into my office.
" I asked you to always knock before coming into my office. What if I was banging my secretary."
He rests his arm on one of the twirling chairs and wears a grin.
" I have watched you have sex with three chicks at a time.
I was being entertained at the same time doing my job. While you were being merciless with some damn pussies."
I arch my brows, giving him a stern look then return my gaze to the window.
" We aren't friends Audrey, I'm your boss.
You should really stop trying to make inside jokes with me."
The smirk left his face and he took off his leather jacket.
" What's wrong?
You have been here since dawn, I'm sure your butt hurts from sitting all day."
His smile returns as he watch me feel my butt.
" Stop trying to be funny.
I just had a lot to do. The cargos from Finland arrived and I had to confirm them."
I get to wear my jacket and notice the black limo parked just before the entrance of the building.
"How many girls are in there?
I ask as I walk to the door
" Seven". He mutters.
"And there's a special one".
I turn to look at him. "A special one?
What are we going for? America gots talent or what."
He widens his smile as he brings down the window shade.
" You're the one telling the jokes now.
She came on her own.
Didn't have to sort for her, she said she's a fan of yours."
I look at him with perplexity.
"Fan of mine? I can't remember being a popstar."
He opens the door as we walk out of the office to the elevator.
" Well your fangirl looks freaky and sounds extra freaky.
I know you got a thing for freaky chicks, so enjoy".
We get out of the elevator on the ground floor, and I head to the exit door.
"Wait, aren't you coming with me? "
I ask as I notice him standing behind.
" I thought you would love an alone time with the ladies."
He says as he walks closer to me.
" I thought fucking whores entertained you.
I might even spare a clit for you."
He rolls his eyes as he leads the way to the door.
He opens the car's door and I am received by the smell of alcohol and vape and the sight of almost naked women.
We get to my lake house, I lean against the limo as I watch the ladies skip into the house.
The lake house is solely meant for times like this. Time spent with whores.
The interior was designed to look like a strip club. Stripping poles and dim lights.
"Get them set up, imma go shower." I tell Audrey who is clearly agitated by the smell of cigarettes.
Minutes later, I walk into a room full of naked women. Sliding and dancing on the poles.
I tug on my bathrobe as I sit on the couch.
I begin to feel the tension offered by the room.
I swallow hard on my whiskey, as I feed on their fully blossomed bodies.
My attention is soon stolen by a blondie.
She isn't wholly naked like the rest.
She's in black lingerie which makes her body tight, giving honor to every curve on her body.
She's wearing a collar attached to a long chain around her neck.
She starts to wiggle her waist and it makes her huge butt to clap.
I down my bottle of whiskey and sit up, racking my hair with my fingers. She must be the special one Audrey spoke about.
She walks closer to me and puts the end of her long collar chain in my palm.
She turns around and starts to twerk really hard, stirring the flood of endless urges.
I get super hard as I stare at her butt, noticing the lines embroidered by her clit on the lingerie.
She turns towards me, grabbing the chain, step by step until she reaches the couch.
I can see her face clearly now.
She has the face of an angel but a smile of the devil, her eyes looking silver in the dim light.
She reaches for my rope and loosens it.
"What are you gonna do?
I ask like a scary cat, sipping its milk.
" I want to make you happy"
She replies in a whisper, speaking in the most seductive way.
She sticks her hand into my brief, rubbing my hard dick.
She strokes it, rubbing up and down on the large veins.
Letting out my member, she covers the tip with her mouth, using her tongue to wet it, causing me to groan.
" You have a pretty face." I say trying not to show my desperation.
"Why don't you cum on it then." She says as she thrust the rest of my meat into her mouth.
I lay my head back as I grab onto her hair, avoiding her eyes.
I feel my blood boiling as the hotness rushes to the tip. I'm about to nut.
She notices my emerse uneasiness and pulls it out, only just striking the head again.
She pushes it in again, deep into her throat. Her choking sound is about to push me off the edge.
She withdraws and pulls it out.
Oh I see, she's got me hooked. I tug on her head urging her to go on.
She strokes it repeatedly and this time, I nut all over her face.
She smiles, licking it off her lips. A smile that gives me the chills.
Who is this chick?
I draw her in for a kiss but is interrupted by Audrey. He walks in and whispers into my ear.
" Sorry Jayden, Grandma called.
She seemed sad, she was sobbing."
I looked at him with arched eyebrows.
Getting up I tie my bathrobe.
I can see the disappointment on the special girl's face.
Why on Earth is she giving me that look, she's gonna get paid.
I went in to freshen up then left for the Williams mansion.
"Grandma! Are you ok?" I ask with concern as I walk into her room.
" Oh my darling, I'm glad you're back home". She replaces the gloominess on her face with a smile as soon as I walk in.
" What's wrong? Audrey said you were sobbing on the phone." I ask as I sit beside her, her hands in mine.
" It's nothing. Audrey is silly. I wasn't sobbing, I just wanted you to come back home. You're having so much fun that you forgot your oldie." She rolls her eyes as she withdraws her wrinkled hands from my grip.
"Come on, you know you are far hotter than those chicks. You my number…"
I stop in my tracks as I perceive the smell of smoke.
I stand up and start to walk out of the room.
"Wait, we aren't done talking Jay." She said as she ran after me.
I walk faster, following the trail of the smoke to the garden.
I walk into the garden to see Claudia sitting leg crossed, close to her are the house helps throwing some paper into the burning flame.
"What are you burning?" I ask as I walk closer to them. Claudia wouldn't sit and watch them burn trash.
"What the fuck are you burning?" I ask again in a more hostile tone, causing the help to shudder.
I get more agitated by their silence and I walk to them then yanking the last paper of one of their hands.
I can believe my eyes, for some reason I can't speak. My throat is clogged by anger.
I turn over to see a devilish smirk on Claudia's face.
"Why did you do this?" I ask in a calm tone, fighting to keep my rage in check.
"Don't be so dramatic Jayden, I was in the middle of some cleaning then I stumbled upon them.
Had to get rid of them, your treacherous mother doesn't deserve to be remembered."
She twirls her glass of wine and takes a sip.
Losing every control, I drag the glass of her hand. Shattering it on the ground.
I take her arm into a firm drip and watch her squall in pain.
"Jayden let go of her this minute." My pesky father says as he enters the garden. He has clearly been made disquieted by his wife's screams.
I tighten my grip on her arm causing her to fall on her bum.
I finally let go when grandma got involved.
"How dare you violate your mother like that?"
My mother? I can't believe he just said that.
" She's not my mother. She had a fun time going into my room and taking my mother's pictures." I speak with anger, veins popping on my neck and forehead.
" She burnt them just to spite me.
I have asked your whore to stay away from me so many times…"
He makes me swallow the remaining words with his hand across my face.
I look at him with a bleeding lip and bloodshot eyes
"You're gonna show Claudia some respect.
If anyone can be described as a whore it's your mother." She says helping Claudia off the floor.
The taste of my own blood in my mouth makes me angrier.
"Is that why you got rid of her?
You think she's a whore right, so you got rid of her to feel better.
You destroyed my childhood just for your selfish desires."
I glare at him with detest, his whole existence infuriating me.
" You didn't care about me, you don't care.
Your manipulative bitch of a wife has made you her puppet.
I can't really tell who's more gullible, you or your son."
I walked into the room as fast as I could, ignoring the voices calling my name.
I feel the tension rising up, the need for opium in my mouth sways me like a hurricane.
I stagger towards the drawer, searching rampageous for the box.
The taste of the opium in my mouth releases a groan.
I feel enslaved by it, it makes me throb in fear.
It is the sign of my weakness, my vulnerability.
A sign of Claudia's victory.
More than its taste, bitterness clings to my throat.
"Jay are you okay? "
Grandma asks as she walks into my room.
Covering a shawl gives her an angelic look as her amber eyes shine in the moonlight.
She walks over to the light switch and turns it on the light.
I groan at the intensity of the light.
"What are you doing? "
She wears a scowl look as she notices the opium in my hand.
" Grandma, I want to be alone. Just go ok."
She ignores my words and walks closer.
" You don't have to be alone. I know how much you want someone by your side."
She removes the opium box from my grip and sits next to me.
" My dear Jay, you don't have to be so strong all the time.
You hide your pain in your addiction.
It's okay to appear weak sometimes."
She scopes my face into her hands, causing me to look at her right in the eyes.
"You don't have to bottle so much in. You have done that for a long while."
She smiles and exposes her still white teeth. She's home, the only peace I got. My inner child gets free with her.
"Come with me grandma. You know how deceitful Claudia can get.
I want to go away from her, I need to protect you too. You would come with me right?"
She nods in silence as she places my hand on her thighs.
Placing gentle strokes on my head she hums a familiar song. The only memory she has of my childhood.