Trevor POV
"Yeah...oh! Yeah, baby...there...yeah baby." The bitch keeps moaning loudly and shamelessly, as I bang her from behind, smacking her ass occasionally. Oh shit! It's been a while since I last had this good sex, and I must say that this girl is a fucking pro at what she does. She's making me feel so good, and I can't ask for more.
I increase my pace, hitting her like a bulldog, as I feel my cum building up. Shit! I don't want to cum, not yet. The feeling is so good, but it can't always last forever, right? Letting out a hard groan, I pull out of her and spill my sperm all over her ass, slumping weakly beside her on the bed, trying to catch my breath. That was so great.
"That was sweet," The bitch smiles at me as she stares at me seductively, while I just roll my eyes at her, and stand up to my feet, picking up my brief from the bed and putting it on.
"So, what are we now?" Having a sweet smile dancing on her lips, she asks me.
"What are we? We're both sinners, bitch. You should go do something with your life," I smirk at her, and she gasps sharply. Don't tell me she was expecting something from me. That's the dumbest thing anyone can ever think of. I'm not ready for any of that nonsense called a serious relationship, and even if I am, I can do better than going out with her, right?
"I don't want to see you when I get back here. You'll have the securities to blame for your misfortune, if you try shit with me," Pulling out the drawer of my cabinet, I pick out a parcel of money and throw it at her.
"That's your pay. I don't think I owe you anything," And with that, I stride into the bathroom and close the door behind me, leaving her to sort herself out. I better not meet her in my room when I go out. She'll have herself to blame.
My name is Trevor Bradford, one of the top handsome billionaires in Los Angeles. Handsome, brown hair, perfect body shape, and cute lips, which every lady always wants to have a taste of. I am a twenty-nine years old young CEO of Orange TV station, one of the most successful TV stations in the whole of Los Angeles. You can imagine the effort and hard work it took me to get to that height, right?
I am a proud flirt. It's what I do, and I'm proud of it. I have many girls at my call that'll do anything to have a taste of me down there, and what do you expect? I give them what they want and dispose them afterward.
My twin brother, Travis is the opposite of what I can ever be. Yes, we're identical, but he's not like me. Unlike me that doesn't give a fuck about classless people, Travis treats everyone equally, and I hate that fact. I am arrogant, and I know that, so I never tried to hide who I am.
Travis and I are just like housemates. We rarely talk. Although I do try to get close to him, he doesn't like me a bit. How is he supposed to like me when I do things that he doesn't like?
After having my bath, I walk back into the room, and it's already cleared. All thanks to Patty, my mess is always cleared.
After my usual morning routine, I get dressed and stride out of my room afterward. I'm already late for work, and I was supposed to have an appointment with a client of mine in two hours.
Descending the staircase, I meet Travis in the living room, having all his attention on the laptop lying on his laps. I wonder what he's so engrossed in.
"Hey bro. Good morning," I greet him, and as usual, he mumbles a 'hey', not even raising his gaze from the computer to look at me. At times I get so pissed about his attitude. I feel so lonely, even when I have a brother. He doesn't give a damn about me, and even if I try not to let it get to me, it always ended up hurting me. You won't blame me, right? He's the only family I have here, so we're supposed to be by each other's side.
"Travis, can we hang out tonight? There's a...
"I'm not interested," He cuts me off before I can finish my statement, and I sigh briefly. I was expecting this to happen before anyway, so it's not a big deal.
"I won't be free, Trevor. And besides, what happened to your flings? You can take one along, and hang out with her. Don't disturb me, please. I'm busy, as you can see," He says to me, not raising his eyes to glance at me.
I glare at him in pain and anger, as I feel tears well up in my eyes, but I try as much to fight them. I don't want him to see how hurt I am, I don't want him to see that I'm not fine without him, if he doesn't care about me, then I should learn to stop giving him attention too.
I stride to the door and pulls it open, but his voice makes me stop.
"I'll go with you," I'm happy that at least he's going to go out with me today...