My cock has an appetite.
A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar…(Although, that’s a story for another day.)
As a high profile lawyer, I don’t have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online.
My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats.
This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
At least it was , until “Alyssa”…
She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades.
But then she came into my firm for an interview–a college-interninterview, and everything fucking changed…
Book 1 in a three part Erotic Romance Serial.
Ladies, invest in lots of spare panties, because you’re about to meet the man that will melt them right off you. May I introduce Mr. Andrew Hamilton?
Now allow me to introduce you to Andrew’s hungry cock
Whoa there, tiger! No need to get feisty. I’m just telling the public something you clearly make no bones about. If I recall you also happened to have a type right?
Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar
Shit. Two out of three ain’t bad though, right?
Now of course anyone as hot as you isn’t into anything as silly as commitment right? What is that one rule you have?
One dinner. One night. No repeats.
Well OK then. I’m sure you’re hiding something painful and broody in your past to cause you to be this way right?
*Awkward silence*
Alright then. Guess you won’t be sharing that today. That’s cool. Just
But what would you tell all those scorned women. You know, the ones that may tell you that this may catch up with you one day. What was it one of your conquests recently told you? Karma is on hell of a bitch.
I know. I fucked her two weeks ago…
And yet I find myself strangely turned on.
I’d built the last six years of my life detaching myself from any chance of having feelings for someone else, refusing to build any friendships…
But didn’t you make a friend…your only friend if I recall correctly. The one you met in the lawyer chat room but never met. What was her name? Alyssa? Was that it?
Yes I got all that, thank you. But you also find yourself wishing you were getting that pussy from Alyssa, don’t you?
Well then! No need to get bitchy! I can see you’re a little touchy on this subject since she refuses to meet you or tell you her real name.
But then you DO meet someone. That new college intern…the one that happens to be EXACTLY your type. You just can’t seem to stay away from her, can you? What’s that relationship like? First you fight, and then all of a sudden there’s some angry fuckery?
Yes, yes, I get it.
But she’s also keeping something from you, isn’t she?
Right. You have that thing against someone being a fucking liar.
Oh but you’re keeping something even bigger from here, aren’t you? And what do you do? LEAVE US WITH A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER IS WHAT!!! GAH!!
Now I’ll just be slowly dying inside waiting for book 2 to see how redeemable your assholy-ness really is.
And I thank you