One
Ryan
“Throw it back! Throw it back! Throw it back!”
I tossed back the shot I pulled from between the thighs of the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. Well, sexiest in the club that night, anyway. Her hair was bleach blonde and her eyes were sparkling with blue-colored contacts and her tits poured into her face whenever she fell back. Her legs were long and her stomach was flat and fuck, she was covered in glitter. I nuzzled her panties just to give her a taste of what she could have that night before I wrapped my lips around the shot glass, then tossed the tequila back as everyone chanted my name.
“Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!”
“Shots for everyone!” I exclaimed. “Hit ‘em with it, bartender!”
Everyone clapped and cheered as I helped the woman off the table.
I dragged her to the dance floor and pulled her close into me. Glitter was painting my Gucci suit as she tugged at my tie. She reeked of whiskey but the way she swayed her hips was fabulous. She was the kind of woman I adored. Blonde. Blue eyes. Massive tits. And only mine for a night.
There was only one thing I dedicated myself to, and that was my business.
I was Ryan Aaron, the man who came in and changed the face of the hotel industry. I visited my first luxury hotel suite when I was twelve years old with my mother and I couldn't stop thinking about everything that was wrong with the experience. The towels weren’t soft enough and the amenities were subpar, at best. The carpet beneath my feet felt like a fucking exfoliating scrub and the mattresses left much to be desired. My mother was paying four figures a fucking night to stay in the dumps we stayed in, and from then on, I vowed to make a change in the industry.
If someone was going to pay me five-figures to stay for a fucking week, then I was going to give them five-star business.
I brought my business plan to my mother when I was only sixteen years old. I told her of my dreams and she walked me through how they would need to be executed. How much money it would cost. Then, I struck a deal that would change my fucking life. She would loan me the money to build my first domestic luxury hotel, and if shit flopped, I went to school. I would train in the pharmaceutical industry and take over the most boring family business ever created.
I shook her hand and my life was changed forever. Sumptedo, Incorporated was born, and it would change the way the hotel industry operated for good.
Instead of customers going to my website and booking a hotel room, they got to survey every single room and choose which one they wanted. And each one was always a little different from the last. Highly specified, highly tailored, and no room was ever subpar. Only the basic amenities were the same. The towels and complimentary robes were always soft, the jetted bathtubs were always working, the walk-in showers all had steam options to turn that morning wake-up call into a relaxation vacation, and the carpet was always plush.
Everything else about the rooms was different, and pages worth of add-ons to further personalize the trip could be picked from.
Everything from chilled champagne and chocolate-covered fruit to someone’s favorite artist playing over the Bluetooth speakers in the hotel once they arrived, everything could be personalized. A romantic getaway could quickly morph into a fetish party with the click of a button, and the highest of discretion and security protocols were used at my resorts.
I made my first billion before I was legally allowed to drink using cut-throat business tactics and appealing to an entire demographic that had been ignored for far too long.
I ground my hips into the blonde’s ass in front of me as she bent over and shook it. I slapped her cheeks, watching them jiggle for my viewing pleasure. Shots were being delivered all around the room, but my eyes caught the time on my watch and I sighed.
It was two in the morning, and I had a fucking interview to conduct at nine.
I reached down for the blonde’s hair and pulled her back up. I planted a kiss into the crook of her neck and felt her swoon against me. She really was playing it up, and I loved every second of it. How willing these women were to submit to me. To fall on their knees and pull my throbbing cock into their mouths. I would promise them diamonds and trips around the world and, in return, then waited for me in my penthouse hotel suites with nothing on but edible bras and vibrators stuffed between their legs.
It was a hell of a life, and I had my mother to thank for it.
My father, however, was a piece of shit. Left my mother when I was a teenager after mooching off her success in the pharmaceutical world. And honestly? My deadbeat father would’ve done anything to keep me from acting out. I fucking hated school. I taunted my teachers and blew spitballs around the classrooms. School was boring. It was the same shit repeated over and over and over again. Algebra and English and History. Why the hell did I have to keep reliving history? Talking about it all the damn time like the shit from our past was important.
It was horrific, and we needed to fucking move past it.
“Another time, hot stuff,” I said with a wink.
“Oh, I thought you were gonna be able to stay longer tonight,” the woman said.
“It’s two in the morning, sweet cheeks. I’ve been here for five hours.”
“If you want, I could make it six.”
She fell to her knees right there on the fucking dance floor. Ready to gobble my cock down in front of everyone. And at any other moment, I would’ve wrapped my hands in her bleach blonde hair and guided her lips along my cock. Showing the world the heat I was packing beneath my clothes. But this interview was important for the future success of my company. I needed a new advertiser for my latest build, because the ones I had used in the past were going out of business.
“Sorry, sweet cheeks. Another time,” I said.
I petted her head and stepped aside, listening as she whimpered. Oh, begging really got my cock jumping, but I couldn’t double-back. Doubling back made me look submissive. Out of control. And I needed to sleep off the tequila raging through my system. There weren’t many nights where I slept alone, but this would have to be one of them.
I had to be alert for this interview.
Five hours of sleep, a long shower, and black cup of coffee made me feel like a new man. I buttoned my newest Armani suit, smoothed my hands over my coat, then grabbed my briefcase. I had an hour to go over the information this person I was interviewing sent me. I hadn’t taken a chance to look over it because, well, I was too busy celebrating the opening of my newest luxury resort in Bora Bora.
Within two days of the website taking orders and we were booked solid for the first fucking year. Required payment was half down on the order and the other half once the excursion was done, and in forty-eight hours my company had netted almost two million fucking dollars.
In two damn days.
Not a bad forty-eight hours of work.
“Good morning, Mr. Aaron.”
“Nice to see you, Mr. Aaron.”
“Looking good in that suit, Mr. Aaron.”
“Good luck with the interview, Mr. Aaron.”
I grinned as I rode the elevator all the way to the top of my headquarters. I’d built it two
years into the creation and execution of Sumptedo, and it had been my home ever since. There were four offices on the top floor of the building. My office, the office of my COO, the head of Finance, and the head of Advertising.
An office that had been vacant for the past few months.
I wasn’t simply looking for an advertiser. I was looking for someone to come in and take that entire department over. And in my experience, attempting to negotiate a third-party advertiser to take that seat was always the best shot. Promoting within the company got me a lot of ass-kissing, but not a lot of work done. Finding someone on the outside who had the experience but wasn’t appreciated by their current company was the way to go. I could entice them with a larger salary, better medical benefits, an outstanding 401(k) plan, and a beautiful penthouse office view.
In essence, I was ready to buy my next head of Advertising.
“Good morning, Mr. Aaron.”
“Good morning, Olivia. How’s that new puppy of yours doing?” I asked.