Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

Chapter 4

The buzz of the New York Stock
Exchange
always felt like cocaine rushing through my veins. It didn’t matter if it was
my first time back on the floor in a month, or if I had visited every day for a
week. I loved the rush.

To be honest, I
enjoyed
almost any
rush. I had tried cocaine and random other substances over the years, but not
had been interesting enough to get me as addicted as sex or money. Making money
and having sex were my two vices and I didn’t intend to give up either one of
them anytime soon.

I saw Alicia Warren right away. She stood out from the
gray
, blue, and black suits that filled the
walkways. Her bright pink dress hugged every curve she had. My cock got hard
instantly. Her long red hair was pinned back just enough for me to see her neck
and a small tattoo on it. I wondered what it said.

My line of sight to her was perfect, I was mixed in with the traders and
totally
invisible to her as I watched. I looked
on and let my eyes take in every curve of her body as she talked to the heads
of the stock exchange.

The men around her seemed to be just as enthralled with her beauty as I
was. When they were close enough to her, they touched her. The men who were
further away made a point to laugh at almost everything she said. She had them
wrapped around her little finger, but none of them seemed to care at all. They
looked like they enjoyed talking to her.

She laughed loudly and turned around to look at the floor as she did. Her
eyes stopped on mine and I stopped breathing. Her
deep
blue eyes mesmerized me. They looked into my soul like no one
had ever been able to do. I looked away. There was no need to give her any look
into my
soul
. It was a degenerate and
dangerous place, I was sure of it.

“Hey, is that the CEO of the new IPO?” I asked one of the guys I knew on
the floor.

Although I clearly knew who she was, I needed to do what I had come to
the exchange floor to do: research.

“Yeah, it’s a
shame,
though.”

“What’s a shame?” I asked as we both looked at her again.

“I heard she’s a lesbian.”

It didn’t shock me; nothing really shocked me when it came to sex. I knew
human nature and it was to have fun and have sex. I doubted she was actually a
lesbian,
though; no lesbian would have looked
at me like she did. I suspected she had told some jerk she was a lesbian when
he relentlessly asked her out. That stuff seemed to make its way around the
gossip circles pretty quick when a beautiful woman was involved. I had heard
from more than a few women that being a “lesbian” was their
go-to
phrase for getting out of dealing with a
relentless guy.

“What do you hear about her company? Is it going to be a good IPO?”

“Yeah, one of the best this year. My girlfriend
loves
ALL Warren Clothing and told me all her friends buy the brand
pretty regularly. I don’t know much about it, but if the ladies like the
company, it typically does pretty well.”

He was right. Women drove the market more than they knew. They were
almost always in charge of the buying for a household, so when new products and
services came out, the women were the target market. More businesses needed to
realize the power of their female customers, it would help them increase their
sales tenfold.

“Anything you are worried about with them?”

“Nope, sales were reportedly through the
roof
last
quarter. Consistent growth,
significant
customer base, they look
solid
.”

“
Thanks,
man.”

I turned to walk toward a different group of people I knew
on
the floor. It was a small group of female
traders who were always extremely helpful when I had questions about new
IPO’s
. I had also slept with most of them.
Luckily it wasn’t something they went around talking to each other about; I
assumed that would get pretty nasty if that ever happened.

“
Hello,
ladies. How is everyone
today?”

They stopped talking and turned my direction. It was delightful to see
all four of them standing together, and there were a couple other women that I
didn’t know as well. My mind instantly remembered back to when I had fucked
each of them. I surprisingly still remembered the details of all four one night
stands.

Amber had been the one who wanted to try anal sex. I always enjoyed an
adventurous woman who was willing to give something new a try. I didn’t get to
fuck many women in the ass, so I took advantage of that night for sure. Most
women balked at the idea of a nice stiff ass fucking, but my experience was
they did this because they knew it was a society taboo. As soon as a woman had
experienced anal, they had no problems wanting it more and more.

Susan, oh she was a wild woman. She hinted at the idea that she liked to
get tied up, but when she got to my
apartment,
I realized I had misheard her. Susan wanted to tie me up. I let her and she
fucked the shit out of me all night long. Her tight pussy rocked on top of my
cock until I thought I might actually die from too much sex. My cock was sore
for a week after all that fucking.

Renee had a lot of pent up orgasms that just needed to come out. She told
me that she hadn’t had an orgasm in over five years. It made me sad that such a
beautiful woman like herself would be left in such a state. I fucked her and
then brought out a vibrator toy. For over three
hours,
I forced her to have orgasm after orgasm. My sheets were soaked in her cum and
she ended up sleeping at my house for almost two days after that. By Monday
morning,
she was recovered and ready for work,
with a fabulous new healthy glow to her.

Jamie was a special one. She had only slept with her high school
boyfriend, who broke up with her a few months before we had our night of fun.
She wasn’t into anything kinky and certainly wasn’t going to try anal. We kept
things slow and sweet and had a long night of
lovemaking
.
Her hair smelled like strawberries and I could still remember her quiet screams
as she tried not to make noise while she came.

The women knew right away what I was there for; they all looked over at
Alicia and then back to me.

“Are you
looking at
buying some new
IPO stock or looking for a date,” Amber said to me.

“
Well,
I need more information on
her company before I commit to an IPO.”

“What about the date?” Jamie teased me.

“
Oh,
I don’t need to date a woman
like that. Too much into her business I’m sure. I like my women with a little
more free time on their hands.”

Although I was answering Jamie’s question, I tried hard to take a moment
and look at each of the women as I answered. One of the biggest keys to keeping
women happy was making sure they felt like you were paying attention to them.
Even very confident and successful women wanted a man to pay attention to them.
It was just part of their nature.

“Seriously ladies, what do you know about the ALL Warren Clothing line?”

“Her stuff is hip and
popular
, that
is for sure,” Susan said.

“I’d be concerned about the rapid sales growth in less than two years.
Seems like they might be padding the numbers,” Renee added.

“Hmm, padding? Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, they are popular, but I don’t see the infrastructure
to get
the kind of sales money they have going
on. I would like to know more about their sales channels and wholesale market.”

Renee was a smart woman. She had a good grasp of the clothing industry
and her information was very useful. The way she analyzed a company was
a totally different way
than I did it, so it
was helpful to both of us when we could talk out our thought process.

“Thank
you,
Renee, I appreciate
your insights very much,” I said as I looked her right in the eyes. “Thank you
all, I always appreciate some good business advice from the most intelligent
women on the stock exchange.”

I knew better than to call that group of women beautiful. Although in
private they all blushed at being called by such a name; when they were
together most women on the stock exchange thought poorly of being called
pretty. The term pretty, or beautiful, was often used
around
the stock
exchange
for
women who were not smart. It was a politically correct way of calling a woman
stupid, but the women had caught onto it.

As I walked
away,
I looked back up
to the bell area to see if Alicia was still over there with the other men. She
was not. I had hoped I would have a chance to run into her and talk about her
company one on one. I figured it would help me in my planning on whether to buy
her stocks or not, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. I could find enough research
on my own to decide if I wanted to buy into her IPO.

Big Daddy Doors was the other company I needed information on, but I had
a different group of people that I wanted to talk to about that IPO. The old
timers who had been around awhile would be my best source of information when
it came to that company. Big Daddy Doors had been part of the Sears Roebuck
Company until about twenty years ago. At that
time,
they broke off on their own and have been extremely successful ever since.

I needed an idea about their business clientele and if the type of doors
they had
were
really going to continue to
grow. The old timers were far and away the best source of information when you
had a
well-established
company that was
just now releasing as an IPO.

“Arthur, Ronald, how the heck are you guys?” I said as I found them
taking a coffee break off to the side of the room.

The old timers were the only ones who ever actually took breaks on the
stock exchange floor. They had been around long enough to know that taking care
of themselves was more important than working themselves to death on the floor.
I liked their attitudes. I didn’t mind hard work at all, but I hated stupid
work. If I was going to work
hard,
I
always made sure I worked as smart as possible.

“We’re good, Evan. How is the lady business?” Arthur asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Arthur was
quite
the character and always made a joke about the number of women I dated. I would
have said he was jealous, but he always talked about his lovely wife and how
wonderful his life was with her.

“The lady business is good. So what’s up with Big Daddy Doors?”

“Don’t waste your time; it’s going to bomb,” Ronald added.

“Why?”

“They have been around forever, but no innovation. They have no plans to
expand and no researchers working on something new. Their IPO is a mercy throw
by the quarterback in the final ten seconds of the game.”

I loved Ronald’s sports analogies when it came to business. He
consistently brought up a new analogy
pretty
much
every time we talked. He knew what he was talking about and I
always listened to him. The one time I didn’t
listen
was the only time I totally bombed in a stock purchase.

Chapter 5

That night, back at my house, I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I
pictured
Alicia there with me. Sex was
constantly on my mind, but even more so when a beautiful woman like Alicia was
around.

She was smart and obviously extremely business savvy, which was sometimes
hard to find in a woman. I didn’t know her well enough to know if I should buy
up shares of her stock, but I assumed she would say that I should. What CEO
wouldn’t want you to spend thousands of dollars to boost their company up?

As I sat at my
computer,
I started
my research with Alicia. I have learned over the years that the best way to
find out how stable a company was started with how
stable
the CEO was. It just made sense. An unstable or erratic CEO
wasn’t going to instill confidence in investors. When it came to their money,
investors wanted to know that it was in the most responsible and reliable
hands. That’s why most CEO’s seemed incredibly
dull
.
Their organization had elected them to that position specifically because of
their boring factor.

A startup company CEO was
different,
though. Startups were a
breed
of their
own and their CEO’s could be anywhere on the crazy train. I had personally
visited with CEO’s that were absolutely and
utterly
insane. I had also visited with CEO’s that were clearly
saner
than I was.

I started by looking into Alicia’s college years—often when crazy first
reveals itself. When researching a company, or CEO, I typically found arrests
and a variety of other wild and interesting facts.
It was unbelievable
how much personal information was available on
the internet to anyone who had a credit card and a little spare time.

Alicia didn’t seem to have too wild of a time while she was in college.
She had the typical 4.0 GPA, extremely common among
CEO’s
. Alicia was beautiful and bright, a total double whammy. I
continued to dig for dirt on her or her company
but,
unfortunately,
I kept coming up
empty-handed
.

There was no previous arrests, no arrests for fighting for endangered
animal rights. Alicia had absolutely nothing hiding in her past—well, at least
nothing that I could find from my internet research. I thought I might need to
hire a private investigator.

I continued on for much of the evening as I poured through ever piece of
information about Alicia that was available online. I understood it might not
all be
real
information, but I just
needed to get a general understanding
of
what her life was really like. Did she really have the drive and dedication to
growing her company to the level that she needed? I wasn’t sure, but what I was
sure of was her dedication to her business. But dedication wasn’t always
enough.

As I flipped through some pictures that had Alicia tagged in them, I came
across one of her in front of Donald Trump Towers. The building was literally
across the street from me and I couldn’t believe she lived there.

With one single phone
call,
I was
able to find out what apartment she lived in and what her typical scheduled
looked like. Knowing her schedule was about more than just watching her for my
own enjoyment. The more I understood and could communicate with the CEO, the
better I felt about making a purchase.

I needed to talk to Alicia; that was the
next
logical
step in my research process. The problem was, I didn’t want her
to know who I was. I knew she had seen me on the trading room floor, but I
couldn’t let her know how high up I was in my organization. If she thought I
was just a lowly floor trader, she would be more likely to give me information
about her company. Floor traders didn’t have the power to run their own funds
and just spent their day initiating the trades that they were ordered to do.

Since I had her typical daily schedule now, it was easy to find her the
next morning when I showed up at her favorite coffee shop. I made sure to sit
by the door and did my best to get her attention without looking like I had
purposely tried to get her attention.

I spilled my coffee all over my pretend papers just as she opened the
door to walk out of the coffee shop. Naturally, she thought she had bumped my
coffee on accident and she rushed to help me salvage whatever papers I could
get away from the coffee spill.

“Crap, I can’t believe this,” I pretended to be concerned.

“I’m really sorry, my bag must have knocked over your cup,” Alicia said
as she looked at me and seemed to realize that she recognized me from
somewhere.

“It’s alright, it’s not like these papers were the only thing between me
and the unemployment line,” I teased her.

“Oh, shit. I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” she
asked as we had finally salvaged the papers that we could.

I hoped she didn’t look too closely at the graphs or papers on the table,
none of them were even from this year. They were print outs from previous
research I did over two years before. The outdated information was sometimes
helpful to me when I researched and sometimes it wasn’t useful at all. The
non-useful paper typically went into my shredder, but I happened to have been
behind on my shredding.

To be
honest,
I was behind on
everything in my life. Most of my friends had steady girlfriends or wives to
come home to. They had children, dogs or other things to keep them occupied.
All I had
was
work; I would
spend
up to sixteen hours a day at work and
sometimes fell asleep so exhausted when I got home that I would forget to take
off my clothes.

“You can go on a date with me,” I offered as a way for her to make it up
to me.

“How is going on a date with you going to help you after getting coffee
all over your papers?” She laughed at me as she contemplated what I had asked
her.

“
Oh,
it will help. My concentration
will be better, I’ll sleep better and I’ll be much happier if I got to go on a
date with you.”

It was hard for women to say no to me. The way I looked them in the eye
and made it more like a statement than a question was always very helpful to
me.

“I have a big business deal that is getting ready to go on. I don’t think
I have time for a date anytime soon.”

Well,
at least she didn’t say she was gay. From our
conversation so far, I was almost 100% sure that Alicia Warren was not a lesbian.
She looked at me with a passion that only a straight woman could have.

“When will these big plans of yours be done?” I asked as I continued to
pretend like I had no idea who she was.

“The hardest part will be over soon, but I still won’t have very much
time to date. I run a company and have to work to make sure I can meet all the
rules and regulations that go around running
a
business
.”

She seemed a little annoyed with me and my attempt to ask her out on a
date. I certainly didn’t want to annoy her, but I did need to make sure that
she had at least one drink with me. Having a drink with me almost always meant
that the girl was going to sleep with me, I didn’t think Alicia was any different.

If I had
to have sex with her
to
get the information I needed, then that was
what I was going to do. I needed that locked information about Alicia’s company
and couldn’t give up on finding what I needed.

“You need someone to celebrate with; let’s at least have a drink and
discuss the idea of going on a date,” I said as I smiled from ear to ear at
Alicia.

It was hard to resist my smile. I knew most women would just melt when
presented with my dimples on each of my cheeks. I took one step closer to
Alicia to make sure she understood that I wanted her just as much as I wanted
information about her company.

Alicia looked a little uptight and I was already planning the types of
drinks that she might like to order while out on a date. She seemed like a
vodka kind of gal, or perhaps a fruity lemon drop drink? No matter what she
wanted to order, I needed to get to know her. I wasn’t comfortable buying up
thousands of shares of her company stock until I was able to research her
financials.

“You aren’t going to stop until I cave in, are you?”

“Nope. When I want something, I’m not afraid to go after it.”

“You want me?” Alicia smiled as she took a step toward me.

“
Oh,
you know what I mean,” I said
with a sly smile.

I had a ton of information that I wanted to know more about the
company
overall. I wanted to know more about
her purchase orders and what a typical day looked like and
pretty much
everything else about Alicia and
her company that she wouldn’t tell anyone else.
 

I felt like Alicia and I had chemistry between us that just wasn’t seen
very often with women in this
field
. The
women tended to work even more than the men because they always felt like they
needed to prove themselves. I liked any woman who was able to build up a
company from scratch. I might not actually want to sleep with
them,
though
because most of the CEO’s that I knew were really uptight.

“Let’s discuss all of this over a drink. I’ll pick you up at eight
o’clock. Where do you live?” I pulled a pen out of my pocket and gave it to
Alicia to write down her phone number and address, although I already had both
of them. I needed Alicia to give me the names and numbers of the people she
worked with so I could research their end of the business as well. It all
started with me getting an invitation to her house.

Before buying Alicia’s IPO, I wanted to fuck her all night long and into
the day too. Her body enticed me more than other women that I typically went
out with. She was tall and thin and had the most perfect red hair. Her breasts
were perky and stood at attention with just the right amount of cleavage for
the business world.

“I guess one drink won’t hurt,” Alicia said as she grabbed my pen and
wrote down her address and the phone number that I could contact her on.