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Sex, Bruce and Love

作者: Stoic7God
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Warning: Mature Content (In every sense of the word) If you're not ready for mind-bending body vibrations and cataclysmic naked tremors, then this book is not for you. "I'd like to think there's no better way to eat it than naked." "Fuck margaritas. You’re looking delicious enough to make some cherries pop!” "...did not relent in his quest to discover all the sensual triggers that sat still on her body, as he felt her legs shiver within the water and her breath became the object of his pleasure." C'mon! You're aroused already. That's all the convincing you need. Read the book.

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Chapter 1Cleopatra Fucks in Persia

Bruce, half- naked beneath the sheets that covered his buttocks as he lay on his chest with his head fixed on the pillow it rested on. His room was full of state-of-the-art designs like a palace and the only things looking out of place were the clothes of himself and the stranger next to him which littered the exquisitely tiled floor.

Next to his bed was a table where a handcuff rested at ease on a small square -packaged sachet which was a condom wrapper. The wrapper was catchy to the eye as the rainbow colours it had imprinted on it spelt expensive in subtle letters.

Bruce moaned softly into his pillow as his eyelids twitched quickly as he woke up. Slowly, he raised his head from his pillow, resting his body on his right side which appeared to be as muscular as his back. He took a deep breath before he summoned just enough strength to sit down by the edge of his bed while facing his table.

He was barely sober as he'd drank too much the previous night coupled with the Molly he popped into his mouth as well. His eyes opened halfway and the first thing he saw was his handcuff which shined brightly that he found joy in his glance. He wore a face as though clarity was embracing him before he turned his head towards his back to see how last night really played out.

It wasn't all eight hours of blissful and heavenly rest. He realised that it was another one of many nights where a stranger's body was lying naked on his bed. He couldn't find anything to say, as he repeatedly let out deep breaths that sounded like rising tides of fury. He kept making this uncomfortable sound hoping that she'd wake up and his message could subtly be understood.

However, his continuous rhythmic deep breaths didn't do any good as she appeared to be sleeping just as soundly as ever. The girl in his bed was red-haired and her hips were wide that the sheet she was tucked in boldly drew out the shape as it folded right at both edges.

She was naked, except for the pants that she slept in and her back was of a uniform complexion as she also lay on her chest.

In what looked like annoyance, Bruce got up from his bed and took a key from his table and pressed a button which automatically opened the regally coloured window blinds that were hitherto shut.

This view was breathtaking and didn't come cheap. Bruce lived at this mansion that overlooked most of the city from its height and could easily see over the river and city square too.

After taking a breath that was borne out of this perfect view he saw before him, he had found his voice as he looked behind him again and talked to the girl whose name he'd forgotten. He was always either to wasted to remember their names in the morning or he just wasn't interested in knowing.

"Hey. Cleopatra, it's time to bounce out of my house." Bruce said without any humour in his British accent, and with a straight face that spoke elegance and confidence in a grand manner.

The girl heard this voice and was slowly finding sobriety as she let out a yawn so wide he could count all her teeth. Her wide open mouth yawn was a disgusting sight for Bruce and his face couldn't hide the disgust within him.

"Hi, Persia!" the girl replied flirtatiously after letting out her yawn with utmost satisfaction. He didn't tell her his name, or at least, not his real name last night. His face only had one message plastered on it- GET OUT!

She got out of the bed facing him as he looked right at her and the nakedness of her breasts which were no short of beautiful. Bruce did not in any way feel any sort of sexual urge or attraction to her in this moment. He had never seen any of his night "funs" in a sexually arousing way whenever the morning came.

She saw that his face didn't budge to any of her subtle advances and seductions, so she hurriedly and slightly ashamed put on her blouse which was a Dolce and Gabbana trendy design. She was a model, a big time one in New York and Bruce didn't seem to care or see her as anything more than a night well spent but not wished to be had again.

Chloe put on her shoes and didn't look at Bruce's face anymore until she was at the door heading out.

"Can I ask if you're gonna call me again?"

Her words fell on Bruce's unconcerned ears and she pushed further.

"It doesn't have to be another night like this, dinner could do, too." She finished and Bruce didn't seem to care or change his facial expression.

She opened the door, leaving in a shameful pace harbouring fury but she contained herself not to slam his door behind her even though deep down that was what she wanted to do.

As soon as his door was shut, Bruce opened up his Louis Vuitton Wristwatch case trying to double-check that he'd not been robbed over the night by his one nightstand. He picked up this habit of counting his losses swiftly after he must have sent the girls away since the last time he was robbed by a girl he spent the night with.

He looked at the wristwatch which sat perfectly with all delicate glance as he checked the time on it, too.

It was 9.49 AM and Bruce understood in that moment that he was going to be late to the Board meeting he had today. Ever since Bruce had taken over as CEO of the company, not once had he been late to a meeting and his discipline was sternly fixed in the minds of all of his employees. Bruce was that guy who didn't mix pleasure with business no matter how jezebelically enticing it could have been.

Bruce got into the elevator at his company with his Armani Custom made leather bag in his hand and he walked out of the elevator on the 34th of the 42 storey building where his board meeting was to happen.

Bruce's company, ProZeven, was a multi-billion dollar international company involved in real estate, pharmaceuticals and a number of 5-star hotels with branches around prominent cities of the world.

His dress sense was screaming elegance and "GQ" standard of confidence.

His suit and his pants were designed by the Italian Genius, Alphonso and that was not an outfit that the other 99 percent of the world could afford. He invested in wristwatches as well. One could recognise Bruce as a wealthy mid-aged handsome guy who invested in arts, women and all pleasure that matched his class.

As he walked majestically and yet smartly towards the board room, his secretary, Melissa was right by the door, waiting for him. Melissa was a blonde gorgeous lady with ocean blue eyes and she was in her early twenties, smartly dressed in a blouse matched with a tuxedo and a blue pant trouser, and it was no secret, despite how poorly she tried to hide it that she had a huge crush on Bruce.

Bruce on the other hand, never saw Melissa in any way different than he'd seen his sibling and since he had none, he couldn't be more concerned about Melissa. She was simply his secretary and he had work respect for her even though he had a very bad way of expressing it.

"Good morning, Bruce." Melissa said with a smile that was louder than her pretty and soft voice.

"Hey, Melissa. How many of them are in there yet?" Bruce said with a fixed face that held no bit of attraction or romantic admiration whatsoever for her.

"...eerrnmm.. there are 6 of them already." Melissa said, stuttering and with shuddering breaths which she was trying so hard to hide.

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