The VIP Room(95)

Little head was now poking up uncomfortably against the confinement of his briefs. He undid his zipper and pulled himself free, stroking his shaft brusquely with each shove he envisioned plowing into Lauren. His hand moved ever more rapidly and when he felt that familiar contraction in his balls that let him know he was about to pop off, he quickly grabbed the wastebasket from under the desk and shot his load. He took a sheet of paper towel from the roll in his bottom desk drawer, wiped himself off, and threw the wadded mess into the small trash can.

Man, I haven't done that since eight grade. What the f*ck?

Once Derek had turned fourteen and sprang up to six feet tall, he figured out he could pass himself off as older to the high school girls, who were more than willing to do that and more for him. He had plenty of opportunity to get sucked, f*cked, and jacked off before he even got his first car. By the time he turned sixteen, he had grown to six feet four inches and filled out in all the right places, with the help of his daily workouts in the school's weight room. Then he got that Mustang convertible and turned it into the fastest hotrod in the county, and the girls stood in line for a chance to get into his backseat.

Even as an adult, Derek didn't expend much energy on getting laid. When he felt the need, all he had to do was show up around eleven o'clock at one the local hotspots, party for an hour or two, and he was back home with a beautiful babe. But as he got older--he was pushing thirty--that scene got old, too. Getting up at sunrise is no fun after a night of drinking and f*cking, so he hadn't indulged much recently. Derek concluded his recent inactive sex life was the reason for what he had just done.

He decided to call it a day and head home. He took the liner out of the waste can and tied the top. He was about the turn off the wall banger when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket. Carly again. This has to stop. Now.

"Yeah, Carly. What?"

"Nice greeting," purred the voice in his ear.

"You've been calling me all day when I've told you a hundred times I don't like personal calls while I'm working."

"Well, it was business."

"Yeah, funny business."

"Come on, Derek. What's happened to you? You used to be fun."

"Carly, that was when I was ten and you were six, and we played together while our parents drank themselves into a stupor at the weekend barbecues. And I only played with you then because Cade was fourteen at the time, and his favorite pastime was beating up his little brother. So, it was either hang out and tease you or have my big brother use me for a punching bag. I'd say we're both old enough now to know better."

"Mmm, I remember some other fun times, like when I was nineteen and you were--"

"That was a mistake, Carly. I've apologized many times. Please don't bring that up again."

"It didn't feel like a mistake to me, Derek. It was the day my dreams came true."

"Carly, please." Derek's voice softened. "Don't make me do this. You know I don't want to hurt you. If it were anyone but you, I'd have blocked the calls by now. Look, you've just finished grad school, and you have your whole life to live. Don't waste your time chasing something that can never be."

"Derek--"

"No, Carly. There's nothing left to say. Please. Stop the calls and showing up where you'll think you'll find me."

Silence.

"Carly, are you there?"

A loud sigh. "Yes."

"All right. Goodbye, then."

"Don't hang up--"

But Derek had already clicked off. He sank back into his chair, holding the small trash bag in his lap. Maybe he was crazy. Most other men would be selling their souls to hook up with a sexy babe like Carly. He shook his head. He screwed up that one night when she showed up at his apartment almost seven years ago. It was almost two o'clock in the morning when he heard banging on his door. He'd dragged his drunken body out of bed, cursing, only to find her standing there in the rain, crying.

She rushed into his arms and told him how her college boyfriend had just dumped her. She had been planning to secretly spend the night with him and had told her parents she was sleeping at a girlfriend's house, so she couldn't go home. She begged him to let her stay the night on his couch.

He felt sorry for her, and told her the guy must be a real * to let her go. It was late, he'd had more than a few beers, and she was all warm and sweet smelling against his chest. He intentions were only to comfort her, but one thing led to another, and little head got the best of him that night.

Derek regretted his indiscretion and did everything he could think of to let her down gently. Then, a couple of years later, she let it slip that there was no boyfriend, and she had come over with the idea of seducing him. Worse, it turned out she'd been a virgin before he took her that night.

Since then, Derek had been less sympathetic about the event. But because he never wanted the incident known to her parents or his, he tolerated her when she was around, especially since it was only for short periods of time when she was home on vacation breaks from school.

But now that she'd graduated, she had moved back permanently and was underfoot all the time. He had to end it once and for all, and he hoped like hell this time she'd finally get it into her pretty little head that there was no future for them together.

Derek was well aware that most women that hooked up with him were chasing a good time and a rich husband. Before he started his own business, he was widely known as one of the handsome heirs to the Holmes billions. Several years ago, he came to the conclusion that he wanted to be more than a figurehead in his father's company and a pretty boy for some spoiled brat like Carly or gold digger looking for a rich husband. That's when he began his landscaping business. Now, four years later--and with the help of his brother who gave him his initial clients through his own business, Holmes Construction--he had built his own net worth to a half billion and was on track to making his own billion without his inheritance, which he planned to give away.