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Parker James, a thirty something CEO finds herself challenged when a new owner, Chaz, takes over the company. Their lives twist together with secrets, lies, and maybe a few ties. 😈 ****Mature***** 18+ ************* Charles Winston Mayer aka Chaz is your typical trust fund, never gonna grow up, playboy. Living it up, girls, money, no responsibilities, always in control. Everything changes when he has to return home to be the face of the family company. Parker James graduated top of her class, focused, career driven, hard working boss. Besides loving control, her and Chaz couldn't be more different. When the two are forced to work together, it's a struggle for power and one-upping each other. Their lives are twisted together in a series of secrets, lies, and a few ties. They just might have more in common than they ever thought. It's bound to get interesting. 😈 Holding true to my style... you can expect some humor, tears, WTF faces and hopefully a twist or two. ⚠️⚠️⚠️POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️⚠️ This is a book with mature MC's. They establish early on that they both enjoy things that may be considered too rough for some audiences. Choking, Grabbing balls etc. I wrote this as a situational thing but have gotten feedback from some. So, if you aren't okay with that, this book is NOT for you. This is a work of FICTION

Romance / Erotica
L.M. Wolfe
4.9 275 reviews
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Chapter One


You’d think I’d be getting too old for this shit by now. Sick of mindless fucking, no attachments.

Not even close.

Thirty-two, chasing some random tail home from the club, but screw it. I doubt I’ll ever settle down. Not that I have to chase. This one’s begging for it—they all do. Whispered in my ear for the last hour how she wanted to bang me. I’m not going to turn her down.

When you have women practically dropping their panties for you at first glance, what can you do?

Relationships aren’t my thing, never will be. That shit’s for suckers. Wrapped up with one woman, same pussy day in and out—fuck that.

Guaranteed, every night after work, head to the club, sit in VIP, flash any sort of cash, they show up strong. They smell the money. I don’t mind; I have plenty. And I never—and I mean never—bring them back to my place. Besides buying the drinks, I don’t pay for shit, either. Don’t need to.

I’m good for a fuck and chuck. Learned early on if you let them go home with you, they end up not wanting to leave. Expect breakfast and cuddling, hoping to become a housewife or something. The less they know about me, the better.

Never drop my actual name, never give details.

I can sniff out the gold diggers a mile away. But I usually know which of them will be a good time.

That’s all this is.

The petite brunette in front of me, for example. Long legs, nice tits, perfect ass to slam into.

Shouldn’t be surprising that I just got out of an Uber with this mid-twenties, likely has daddy issues, wants to fuck the guy in a suit and tie. That’s how most of them are.

I didn’t even touch her once. Actually, I ignored her, which only led to her grinding against my thigh harder, begging for attention.

Stumbling into the dimly lit apartment complex, up the concrete stairs, while Vanessa, or Veronica, or whatever the fuck her name is, pulls on my jacket, towards the white metal door. She fumbles with her keys, looking back at me, batting fake lashes on her overly done face. A tight-ass dress drapes down the front of her, showing the inner curves of her tits. I shrug—good enough for this night’s bang.

“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t go to your place? My roommate’s probably home.” I tune out her bitches and moans as we make our way inside the almost pitch black, tiny apartment. She pouts her lip, stomping one of her heels on the hardwood floor.

I groan, rolling my eyes, sucking in a breath as I press a finger to my temples—this chick might not be worth the headache. She keeps trying to kiss me, rubbing her palm all over my dick. The constant rambling about how she works for some fashion designer, talking about her daily life, is getting on my fucking nerves. Like I give a shit!

“Listen,” I snap, grabbing her jaw, lifting her chin. Her eyes widen. “I told you I’m good for a fuck. Stop whining, or I go home.”

“Fine,” she scoffs, slinging brown hair over her shoulder, nose crinkling, lips scrunched together. “You don’t have to be an asshole.”

I chuckle. Sorry, doll. It’s my nature.

I follow her towards a room. She flips on the light, revealing pink walls and matching ruffled bedding. Immature as hell. “How old you say you were, again?” I scratch the back of my neck, watching as she slips off her dress.

“Twenty-five.” She glances over her shoulder, trying way too hard to look sexy. My eyes travel lower to the red lace thong that runs straight through the center of her close to flawless ass.

Good enough.

“Take that off.” I flick a finger, and she smiles, dropping her underwear to the ground. “Lay down,” I command, and she responds by doing just that, spreading out across the bed.

Yup, perfect. At least she knows how to listen. Still on and on with the fucking gabbing. If only she could shut up as well as she follows directions.

Let’s get her quieted down, or to stop talking about herself.

Vanessa, Veronica, fuck—what’s her name again?

I stalk over towards her, removing my jacket, laying it on the chair next to her bed, before standing directly in front of her—if you want it, here it is. I practically stick my dick in her face.

She reaches up, rubbing her palm over my semi-hard cock through my suit pants. Her brown eyes grow wide—alarmed as she gets a feel for the size.

That’s right. Rich, handsome, and packing. The fucking trifecta.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, her hips already rotating on the bed. Licking her lips, still at it with the talking, which I tune out.

Veronica props on all fours, her fingers pulling down my zipper, mouth assuming the position and ready to go.

“What the fuck, Vanessa?”

Ahh... Vanessa! Another twenty-something brunette opens the door, arms folding in front of her chest.


Vanessa doesn’t stop undoing my pants, reaching in, grabbing my cock. Somewhat fearful eyes glance up at me as she bites her bottom lip.

I know, I know. How’s it gonna fit? Not to worry. It will.

“Heidi, this is um, Dan,” she stutters, taking in my full size. It gets that reaction at first. A lot of them can’t handle it.

Doorway girl stands there with her jaw dangling open. She’s dressed in a white tank top, nipples cutting through the cotton, and plain black underwear. I can already see her breathing speed up.

“Holy shit,” she says, walking over, completely unphased that her friend has undone my belt. My pants have fallen to my ankles, and she’s pumping her hand up and down my dick. “You’re Chaz Mayer.” The interrupter’s chest expands even more beneath her top.

Here we fucking go.

Veronica—Vanessa stops, maintaining a tight grip around me. A puzzled look spreads across her face. “Who? I thought you said your name was Dan?”

I shrug, shifting my gaze to doorway girl, who continues to eye me suspiciously. I can tell by the lack of shock at the current situation of my junk in hand that they get down with some freaky stuff.

I’m cool with it.

“Chaz Mayer, aren’t you loaded?” A big smile spreads across her semi-attractive face. This always happens if they find out.

My father is rich, well, I am too, but mine is from old money left by my mother’s family. I want nothing to do with my piece of shit, father.

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” I wink at new girl. She wets her lips, and her lustful gaze drops to my dick, looking as if she wants an invitation. So might as well. “Care to join?”

Not even a moment of hesitation follows my words. Yeah, they’ve done this before. She pulls her top over her head, revealing decent sized tits. With an obedient smile—I like this one—she traces a finger up and down the sleeve of my shirt.

I suck in a sharp breath as Vanessa takes me in her mouth, tongue swirling, solid with the hand pressure. She strokes my shaft while groaning around it.

Not bad.

Door girl—Heidi, whatever—glances at me expectantly, waiting for me to do something to her. “Get back there and help your friend.” I nod to the ass perched up on the bed in front of me.

Trust me, the only thing going in either of their lips is my dick, maybe a finger. And judging from the way she’s already headed straight downtown on Vanessa, who is a moaning fucking mess around me, a condom is happening.

I’ve gone this long without being trapped, not getting anyone pregnant. You better believe, unless it’s exclusive... I wrap this bad boy.

Haven’t given exclusive a try in several years. This shit’s too much fun.

I grab Vanessa’s wrist, removing her grip, backing away. She looks up and there are the pouty lips again. I kick off my pants and briefs, making my way over to doorway girl.

“I thought I’d go first,” Vanessa complains—of course, she fucking does—and I wish my dick was still in her mouth, just to shut her up.

With a slow drag of my finger between the legs of door—no, it’s Heidi, I think. She’s not even close to being ready. And if there’s someone else here, why do the work?

“Switch,” I demand, bringing a palm down, smacking Heidi’s ass, enjoying the view as her fair complexion flushes. She silently arches her back in response to the action. Did I mention I appreciate this one?

Both heads of brown hair turn towards me, brows knitted together, matching confused expressions on their faces. They almost look like they could be sisters. Fuck, that shit’s too twisted—even for me.

“You two aren’t related, are you?”

I think my dick just went limp.

Heidi laughs, kneeling on the bed, facing me. She shakes her head, fingers working along my shirt buttons.

“Gross,” Vanessa whines in a high-pitched voice. I wiggle a finger into the knot of my tie—the red one, my favorite—loosening it. Heidi’s expression flashes darker. When I actually study both of their faces, they have the same brown hair and eyes, but their features are different.

Heidi’s thicker, more to grab on to. She has an oval-shaped face, fuller lips.

The more I flip back and forth between the two, the more Vanessa reminds me of a mouse. Small mouth beneath a pointed nose, beady stare. The head wasn’t all that good.

Heidi grabs my cock, twisting her firm grip around it with precision. She’s definitely more experienced in this department. A deep growl rumbles from my throat as I get hard again.

She gazes up at me submissively, which is how I prefer it. I pull the tie from my collar, shrugging my shirt to the floor. Heidi rakes her hand up and down my abs, groaning over me. Not in the annoying way the other one was. Not forced.

Vanessa doesn’t stop squawking in the background.

I’m thinking about stuffing this silky material in her mouth.

“Fuck.” I exhale as Heidi sucks a decent amount of my cock between her lips. She grips my ass cheeks, urging me forward until I hit the back of her throat.


“You’re out,” I say, quirking a brow at Vanessa. Her face screws up, nostrils flaring, sitting naked on the bed with an expression of sheer confusion.


“You heard me.” I stagger in a breath, grabbing a handful of brown hair, guiding Heidi with rough movements. She can handle it. Minimal gagging and no complaints provide a much more pleasant experience while I’m fucking her face. Not a single word. Not that it would be possible.

“This is my room,” Vanessa cries.

The bobbing up and down continues, both of us completely ignoring her.

She huffs, getting up from the bed, stomping around while clambering for her clothes. She eventually realizes that her complaining isn’t going to change what’s happening.

I know most guys would think two at once is a no brainer. Not always. I’ve had two, three, more. But, when one is mediocre and the other a fucking pro, quality really outranks quantity.

“You’re an asshole,” she snaps, slamming the door behind her. Not once did Heidi stop. She’s the obvious choice.

Yeah, I’m definitely an asshole, don’t pretend not to be—shouldn’t be a news flash.

Pressing my palm to her shoulder, she falls back on the bed. With erratic breaths, she wipes her lips with a satisfied smile. I’d give her a six out of ten.

I try to gauge the time we left and all the events, thinking it must be somewhere around midnight. I’ve been successfully ignoring the constant vibrating sound from my phone across the room.

“Move up and raise your arms.” I nod my head toward the bed frame, lined with iron rails, snapping the tie between my hands.

Heidi obeys, sliding towards the headboard. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation. Her pupils dilate, throaty sounds of excitement slip from her throat.

I bind her wrists, securing them to the rail. With a satisfied nod, I grip her jaw, opening her mouth. She releases a breathy moan.

Her tongue laps over the two fingers I shove between her lips, sucking eagerly. She remains intent on me, dark eyes following my movements as I straddle her on the bed. I kick her legs apart with my knees, gliding my palm over her pussy—she’s already fucking soaked—let’s get this going.

Without warning, I thrust inside of her, offering a mediocre finger bang. Greedy hips immediately buck to meet my hand. “Fuck me!” she cries out.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

I jump off the bed, retrieving a condom from my wallet—nowhere else to keep them.

My phone drops out of my pants pocket to the floor. The screen lights up, providing a full list of missed calls, mostly from my father. That asshole never calls me; he emails, if anything. I want nothing to do with him, which is why I went out on my own instead of working for him. What the hell does he need now?

Fuck him.

I ignore the attempted contact, grabbing a condom. I’m ready to finish this deal—at least for myself. My cell buzzes to life on the floor. It’s Alice.


“Be quiet.” I lift the phone, and Heidi nods. “Good girl.”

“Alice? What’s going on?”

She’s my father’s long-time assistant at his marketing firm. Shit, she’s like a second mother to me—an only mother. The one who sends me birthday and Christmas gifts, signing that asshole’s name.

“Chaz.” She sobs. “William had a heart attack.”

I let out a huff. Not for him, but because Alice is crying. “Okay, is he at the hospital?”

I’m already losing altitude; Heidi’s brows raise as she notices. I run a hand through my hair, breaking up the product that’s kept it together most of the day.

“You need to come home... now!”

“Fuck.” I groan, tugging my pants on, walking over to grab my shirt, yanking my tie loose. “Maybe another time.”

Well, there’s that. Chaz is an asshole. Thoughts, comments, questions? Chapter one is done... started off with a bang, literally! 👀 Don’t forget to add it to your list. 😈

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