Sebastian Black, fell back into the invitingly soft, silky sheets of his king sized bed. A sound of pure pleasure, enraptured in his deep, guttural grunt. His intense, ocean blue eyes reflecting the chandelier light from the ceiling above. Devilishly handsome features displaying humility, with a trace of mischievousness thrown in. His perfect ebony hair, disheveled and pressed against the pillows lightly. His pouted lips--full and kissable.

Definitely sexy, definitely arrogant and definitely a bachelor. With his rough good looks, and heavy stubble of facial hair. Adding to his dangerous appeal, and gorgeous eyes. As blue as the ocean, with a gaze as deep as the depths below.

Two smaller hands, manicured to perfection roamed his chest. The hands of Kellie Cardin--a bombshell blond with more silicone than morals. Sitting atop Sebastian and straddling him--bouncing, moaning, gasping, and groping. An irreverent session of sex. Sending long, raucous waves of ecstasy between them. In seconds, they orgasmed with simultaneous grunts of pleasure. Both too drained to speak, or to even breathe properly.

Kellie climbed from atop Sebastian, falling down into the softness of the bedding. Panting, and sweating. Completely pleased, and irrevocably satisfied.

Kellie shifted her weight, turning to lay on her side. Her nakedness glowing under the orange luminance of the ceiling lights. Her blond hair cascading on the pillows, like the finest silk. Her brown eyes twinkled, and her pouted pink lips curled into a pleased smile.

She watched Sebastian. Marveling at the man's raw sex appeal--just radiating like the heat of the Sun, on a hot pavement during midday. His bulging pecs, and impressively muscled biceps adding to that allure. They way they flexed, and stretched as his body moved. Like the scintillating waves on the Ocean. Calm and resplendent, yet dominant and dangerous.

They had met many nights like this. But it always ended the same, with Sebastian calling his Driver to take her Home. Yet, she felt as if she wanted to stay with him. To even speak about something else, besides what they wanted to do to each other. It had grown old, and Kellie feened for something more. She grew weary of being his on-call sex toy. She grew slightly irritated by his arrogance, but it was intoxicating.

"Sebastian," she called, tracing her right index finger across the hard, bulging contours of his chest.

"Kellie," he spoke, but kept his eyes focused on the chandelier above them.

"I wish you would look at me." Her voice pleaded and Sebastian's annoyance spiked. "We just made love-,"

"We've talked about this." Sebastian's voice lowered. Sounding as stern as the frown on his face.

"In my experience with this, arrangement. We barely ever talk, if any at all." Kellie snapped.

Sebastian rose from the Bed, without bothering to cover himself. He turned towards Kellie, his jawline hardening as he bellied up to speak.

"We both agreed," Sebastian began, his fists clenching. "We both decided that this would never be more than just sex, Kellie."

"Are you even Human?" Kellie asked, modest enough to cover her chest with the white bedspreads.

"What difference does that make?"

"You can't tell me that you don't feel anything!" Kellie's voice rose an octave higher than Sebastian could tolerate.

He hadn't expected her to be that affected by his words. Because they had both agreed, that getting emotionally attached was not a part of their deal. They only screwed whenever he wanted, and that was it. No phone conversations were exchanged. No text messages, or voicemails.

Just a single call, to set a date for a romp. Nothing else of substance or value, yet Kellie was developing feelings. A sure sign that Sebastian needed to end things, before they turned even more sour.

"I'll call my Driver," Sebastian muttered simply, then strode away. "He'll be here in under twenty minutes."

Sebastian grabbed a pair of boxers from a hallway closet. Hurriedly putting them on, then walking across the modestly designed, Penthouse Living Room area. Sparsely decorated, with grand paintings lining the walls.

A gorgeous and modern Apartment, granted access by an elevator. Big windows, high ceilings and a grand Foyer leading out to an equally entrancing Terrace. A fireplace on one wall and a 15 foot wall of glass, featuring the firefly-like glow of New York's nighttime lights. Glass and cut crystal everywhere, capturing the glow of the City--ahead and below. Beautiful lighting fixtures, as if out of a modern fairy tale, donning the ceilings. Every bit of Sebastian's expensive tastes.

Beside the typically large Kitchen--that was rarely ever used. Stood a grand Mini-Bar, stocked with the most expensive, imported Wines, hard Liquor and Spirits. Sebastian chose a 30 year old bottle of Hibiki. A small bottle of Irish Whiskey, expensive enough to fund a small business--with change remaining.

Sebastian poured himself a quarter glass, sipping it with a grunt as it burned his throat. It's crisp flavor, and smooth, balmy richness coating his tastebuds pleasingly. He could hear Kellie fumbling about--angry as a feline that had been provoked.

He however failed to understand why she was so hurt. She was a beautiful woman, with a radiant smile, a voluptuous body, and enough money to afford ten Islands.

Or to afford any man she wanted.

Yet she only seemed to favor him.

She then walked into the Living Room. Pumps clicking against the marble floors, as she fumbled with her figure fitting dress. His eyes roamed over her body--but being him, he fought the urge to take her again. Knowing what ideas it would put in her mind. Ideas he wasn't too keen on giving--considering her previous rant.

Yet he grew hard watching her in the Dress. It's delicate v-cut, and plunging neckline. Giving a clear view of her firm bosoms. Tanned and in perfect sync with the rest of her skin tone. The lacy material of the Dress gave her soft, olive skin a cool contrast. Highlighting her complexion, and making her brown eyes pop. Her makeup had been re-done--perfectly too along with her hair.

'It appeared she knew more than how to suck a good cock.' Sebastian thought with a chuckle. Kellie heard the deep rumble in Sebastian's throat--glaring at his audacity.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked--preferably to appear cordial.

"No, thank you." She said, her lips drawn in a tight line.

"Suit yourself," he droned and she rolled her eyes. Irritation apparent in her soft, brown eyes. "My Driver will be here shortly."

"Hmm," she grunted, walking towards the large, tan leather couch. Her gaze following the view ahead, with a trace of pure disdain in her shadowed eyes.

She took a seat. Crossing her legs, like a classy debutante. As if her brains hadn't just been pummeled into his headboard--like a common harlot. A long beat of silence passed, with Kellie just peering up at Sebastian--drinking him in. Yet the composure he exuded was unmistakably puerile.

Sebastian took his glass, and strode to his Terrace. Letting the sound of the City wash over him. The beauty of the lights, reflected in his optimistic eyes. But he thought of nothing more than the future. The future of Black Co. The future of his fortune, and who would take over. Nothing else found its way into his mind.

Which left him diminished to a machine.

No emotions expressed. No empathy felt, or returned. Just a dark void, that he'd been warned about. For the sake of his own life.

Yet--he took no heed.

He just lived to thrive, and be successful. Selfish enough, to not want anyone else to share it with. And not for the sake of greed, but fear. A deep, overbearing fear that he might fall in love with the wrong person.

•

The night had come and past--just like a distant memory in Sebastian's mind. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the assault of ultraviolet rays. His body was angled in perfect precision, but his head ached from the eventful night he had.

Before he could reflect on anything else. Sebastian swung his legs off to the side of the large bed. Gazing ahead, at the full view of Manhattan. His gaze drifted to the modern, bedside Clock. It's red digits telling him, 8:45. Time for him to begin his morning routine. He opted to do a quick 20 minute workout before his shower--no breakfast on his mind.

For a man as successful as he, people would have thought he had his own household Staff. But Sebastian was as simplistic as he was arrogant. He chose only to hire a Housekeeper, who came three times per week. His clothes were dry cleaned--down to his underwear.

Instead of breakfast, Sebastian prepared a Strawberry, Protein Shake. Opting to take it with him, whilst heading to work.

At approximately 9:25, Sebastian stepped out of the entrance of the Park Avenue Building. Dressed in his expensively tailored, single-breasted suit ensemble. Done in a muted gray and black pinstripe print fabric. Finished with classic loafers and velvet, mandarin print Tie. His hair was slicked back, in a classic side quiff, highlighting his chiseled, Russian cheekbones.

He was Greeted by the sounds of the bustling City. A maelstrom of Car horns, voices, and vehicles whisking by. Also an eager Chauffeur, with a megawatt smile, and a penchant to please Sebastian.

"Fine morning, Mr. Black," Grover Meeks, Sebastian's Drive of ten years greeted with a broad smile. A scraggly man in his late fifties--dressed impressively in his Chauffeur's Uniform. A symbol of professional and quiet, dignified service--complete with the matching Chauffeur's hat. "Any stops before we head to the Office today, Sir?" The older man asked, covering his greying hair with his hat.

"Tiffany's, Grover." Sebastian replied, and Grover nodded.

Tiffany's was Sebastian's stop, almost every morning. The only place he could get a decent cup of Decaf, before starting his day.

They made their way to to the Chrysler Limo. Custom outfitted and decked out, with the most modern of interiors. Grover quickly opened Sebastian's door, nodding curtly as Sebastian ducked into the vehicle. Grateful for the fine leather, and tinted windows as he settled.

As they drove down 7th Avenue, whizzing past buildings and other vehicles. Sebastian peered out of the windows, lost in thought. It was yet another day, which seemed to already be another very long one. Sebastian ached for a Vacation, but he was too focused on the next few weeks of business deals. Deals he couldn't, and didn't plan on missing.

The startling tone of his smartphone, blared throughout the Limo and Sebastian grimaced. Without looking at the screen, he answered--already desperate to end the call.

"Yes, Grace." Sebastian greeted with fake enthusiasm.

"Sebastian, I see you're alive and well." Grace sassed, referring to Sebastian's night spent with Kellie.

"The Witch hasn't bled me, and plucked my heart out as yet." Sebastian mused--regarding Grace's unequivocal detestation, for Kellie Cardin.

"Aren't you the lucky one," she grumbled, and Sebastian could picture the deep set frown on her face. "Just calling you to remind you of the new Intern, River Kennedi."

"Yes, I've reviewed her Application. It's quite impressive," Sebastian noted, and Grace grunted. "If I do say so myself,"

"You didn't read it, did you?" Grace asked sounding disappointed, yet sure.

"What gave it away," Sebastian asked, unambiguously amused at Grace sucking her teeth.

"The fact that you didn't say it's ok, and the fact that River Kennedi is of the male species." Grace quipped and Sebastian grunted.

"Who names their Son, River?" Sebastian asked and Grace could be heard, mumbling incoherently on the other end of the line.

"Just get to the Office before 12:00pm, we have to review his Application together, before the interview at 3:00."

"I'm already on my way there." Sebastian informed her, scowling at his reflection in a car as it overtook the Limo. "Making a stop at Tiffany's. Can I get you anything?"

"Why yes! I would love a-," Sebastian quickly cut the call--chuckling below his breath.

"Grover, step on it." Sebastian ordered and Grover nodded.

"You've got it sir," Grover grinned, pressing down on the gas pedal. Sending them across Manhattan Boulevard, and into the fray of early morning traffic.

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