Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(17)

Hell! No woman had ever treated him that way before. It hurt his ego. And because he got so mad with her last night, he had literally grabbed the first woman that made him an offer. And that was how he’d ended up with this not-so-virgin Mary in his bed and this raging headache.

“Well, baby, are we gonna go for another round?” Mary asked, her arms and legs draped over his body like an octopus’ tentacles, sucking its favourite prey.

Of course not, Hunter was about to say, but before he could reply, his cell phone rang. He signaled for the girl to stop speaking for a bit, then removing those long tentacles of hers from his body, he sat up again and retrieved his cell phone on the bedside table, then flicked it open.

“Bloody hell.” Hunter let out another groan. It was from his goddamn cousin Anton.

AGAIN!

Anton had been relentlessly calling him nonstop since last night. He had to shut off his phone before he went mad and checked himself into Cherry Farm, aka the mental institution. Again, Anton was reminding him about the upcoming merger meeting between his father’s company, Silverton Enterprises, and The Bass Ltd. later this morning.

Hunter rubbed his jaw in frustration. What role did he play anyway? He didn’t actually have a part in the decisions of the company. All he ever did was entertain people and party. It was Anton who had to deal with all the merging.

Anton had been nagging him nonstop about work since the discussion of the merger came up. If he didn’t know Anton any better, he would have assumed he was a woman. He’d tried escaping a few times just so he could get some peace and quiet (although his definition of peace and quiet usually meant squandering women at night, doing vigorous bedroom exercises with them), but Anton had always seemed to catch up to him.

Flicking the phone closed again, he got up, shuffled on his dirty clothes from last night, and made his way out the door while saying, “Sorry, Maisy, gotta go.”

“It’s Mary!” he heard her shriek as he pulled the door closed.

Hunter chuckled. God, he loved one-night stands. Even if those women got pissed with him, he would never have to face them again anyway. That was the beauty of it. He didn’t have to deal with the heartbreak, heartache, or midnight blues.

Hunter had just one rule. Girls were like bed sheets—best changed every night. With the world at his fingertips, he got a chance at any girl he chose. It was like a variety of women presented to him on a silver tray. Chuckling at the thought, he slid into his red Ferrari, slammed the door shut, and drove off at a dangerously high speed. He owned the road.

Driving on the open road cleared his head a bit. When he saw the gate to Silverton Estate, an isolated area protected by guards all around, he swiveled the car to a brief stop to say hello to Chase, their security guard, then slowed to park outside the main entrance of Silverton Mansion after a further five-minute drive in.

Silverton Mansion was a colossal estate, covering many thousands of hectares. There were vineyards and orchards all around and a stream in front, boasting a scenic view year round.

The Silvertons owned many businesses. Under the parent umbrella, Silverton Enterprises, founded by his father Clinton Silverton, they owned department stores, farmlands, and various real estate, but his father’s specialty was hotels. At the moment, they owned one in every city of New Zealand and Australia.

But Hunter couldn’t understand his father’s mind. With the amount of wealth he owned, why did his father choose to live in New Zealand, a country that was even smaller than the state of California? Not to mention the weather could sometimes be temperamental too.

Breathing a sigh of satisfaction after having not been to Silverton Estate for a good month, since most of the time he was cooped up in his private apartment in Central Auckland, Hunter stepped out of the car. Before he could fully straighten, a big golden terrier ran and tackled him.