“Yeah… oh! Yeah, baby… there… yeah baby,” The hard moans of a lady fills Trevor Bradford’s ears, as he pounds the bitch from behind while she enjoys it sweetly.
Fuck! It has been a while since he last had sex with a woman, and this is so fucking good. The bitch is a pro at what she does.
He increases his pace, hitting her like a bulldog, as he feels his cum building up. Shit! He don’t fucking want to cum, not yet. The feeling is so good, but it can’t always last forever, right? Letting out a hard groan, he finally pulls out of her, and spills his sperm all over her ass, slumping weakly beside her on the bed afterward, while trying to catch his breath. That was so great.
“That was sweet,” The bitch smiles at him, staring at him seductively, but he just rolls his eyes at her, standing up to his feet afterward. Picking up his brief from the bed, he wears it, and runs his fingers through his hair lazily, letting out a brief groan.
“So, what are we now?” Having a sweet smile dancing on her lips, she asks him, hoping for a sweet reply.
What the hell was that? What could they possibly fucking be? The fact that he had sex with her doesn’t mean that he’s into her, right? She must be so dumb to think of that.
“What are we? We’re both sinners, bitch. You should go do something with your life,” he half-shrugs, and smirks at her, forcing a shar gasp off her lips. He’s not ready for the nonsense called relationship, and even if he is, definitely not with this bitch.
“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 his cabinet, he picks out a parcel of money and throws it at her.
“That’s your pay. I don’t think I owe you anything,” he says to her sternly, throwing her out of the room afterward.
His name is Trevor Bradford, one of the top handsome billionaires in Los Angeles. Handsome, brown hair, perfect body shape, and cute lips that every lady always wants to have a taste of. He is just twenty-six years old young CEO of Orange TV station, one of the most successful TV stations in the whole of Los Angeles. For a very young man like himself, you can imagine the effort and hard work it took him to get to that height, right? He also manages one out of many companies of his dad. The old man resides in California with his mom. He has a twin brother, Travis Bradford. He doesn’t have a good relationship with his brother, simply because of the path he has chosen to tread. For someone who hates classless people and looks down on people, fuck around with birches, his lifestyle doesn’t go well with his brother, and so the two was subjected to rough relationship.
Unlike every other twins that are friendly with each other, his case is different and the opposite of it. The two of them are just like housemates, or rather, enemies that are maintaining their path, trying not to meddle into each other’s affair. Even though he has tried to get close to his brother, he doesn’t seem to like him a bit, and all of it can be traced back to him being the cause of everything.
He is a proud flirt. It’s what he does, and he’s fucking proud of it. He have many girls at his call that’ll do anything to have a taste of him down there, and what the fuck do you expect? He’s not too holy not to give them what they want. Like what the fuck does he stand to gain if he don’t fuck hell out of them? And of course, he disposes them afterward. He rarely fucks a girl more than once, unless she matches his taste on bed.
The sound of my ringing phone pulls his attention, and he reaches out lazily for the phone.
“Who’s that?” He mumbles tiredly after he answers the call, forgetting to check who the caller is. He’s too tired for that. How’s he not supposed to be, after draining his energy, fucking that bitch just now?
“What is it?” He yawns tiredly, sitting on the edge of the bed, and running his fingers through his hair.
“Good morning, Sir. Your appointment is in thirty minutes, Sir,” The masculine voice of his secretary sounds from the other end, and he glances at the wall clock lazily. Gosh! He has forgotten that he was supposed to have a meeting with one of his clients this morning.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he mumbles, and drops his phone on the bed after the call. Although he’s late, he’s still going to take his time to get ready for work. He doesn’t fancy rushing things, especially when it has anything to do with his appearance.
Stripping out of his clothes, he throws them across the room, and strides into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Walking back into the room a few minutes later, his face beams at the sparkling neat room. The bedspread has been changed, the room smells nice. He need no one to tell him that it was their maid, Patty, that did the great job.
After his usual morning routine, he gets dressed, and strides out of his room afterward. He’s already late for work, and was supposed to have an appointment with a client of his in two hours, but that can wait.
Descending the staircase, he spots his twin brother, Travis, sitting on the couch, having all his attention on the laptop lying on his laps. For some seconds, he wonders if Travis never gets tired or being a workaholic. It’s obvious how much he loves working, anyway. Unlike him that just loves soft life, and fucking around with women.
“Hey, bro. Good morning,” He greets him, and as usual, he mumbles a ‘hey’, not even raising his gaze from the computer to look at him. At times he gets so pissed about his attitude. He feels so lonely, even when he has a brother. It hurts that the only family he has here doesn’t even give a damn about him, but what hurts most is that he loves this man so much with the last drop of his blood. He’s so obsessed with him that he can’t stand it when he’s giving the silent treatment
“Travis, can we hang out tonight? There’s a…”
“I’m not interested,” Travis cuts him off before he can finish his statement, and he sighs briefly. He was expecting this to happen before anyway, so it’s not a big deal. For someone who sees him as an asshole, how the hell will he agree to hang out with him?
“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,” Travis replies to him sarcastically, while having his eyes glued to the computer, not even acting like he’s around him.
He glare at Travis with pain and anger written all over his face. He clenches his fists beside him, and bites his bottom lip. Maybe he would’ve burst into tears if he were some weak guy, but there’s no way he’s doing to act like a total freak. At least, not in Travis presence. Showing him how much pained he is, is the last thing on his mind. If he doesn’t care about him, then maybe he should just mind his business and steer clear off his lane, but realizing that he’ll eventually come running into his arms later, he can’t help but curse silently at himself. Why the hell was this young man created to be his only weakness?
He strides to the door, and pulls it open, but Travis voice pulls him to an abrupt halt.
“I’ll go with you,” He can’t help the excitement that fills his heart at the sight of that. Travis agreeing to go out with him is like a dream come true for him…