King of New York (2 page)

Chad walks to
her kitchen and pours two glasses of champagne. He then slowly removes his Italian-designed
jacket and takes a sip from the fine wine. She stands by the door and stares
longingly at him while still in her dress from the wedding.

****

They had just come from the wedding
reception of one of his employees. Chad’s young protégée had to beg his boss to
attend, but the young employee had struck a deal that was worth millions for
his company, so it was only fair he attended the young man’s nuptials.

The wedding was
beautiful but still bored Chad, as a part of him felt a little jealous of the
happy couple. Although all the women in New York were at his disposal, he could
never find the
one
. Bored by the newlyweds’ happiness, he sought escape,
looking around until he saw a beautiful lady who longed for him.

They danced the
night away as she enticed him with her sexy ways. The live band played all the
classics from Frank Sinatra, James Brown to Elvis and soulful blues from Motown
and others. The night suddenly became fun for the bored billionaire as he
enjoyed the company of a female he was already accustomed to. Drawn to the
woman who had, on many occasions, satisfied his sexual appetite, he knew that he
had to take her home. She played a little hard to get, and the harder she
played the more he wanted her. After she gave in to his advances, he took her to
her home, and just as he had hoped, she invited him in, and there he began his
sexy ways with her.

****

Still standing by the door of the
kitchen, she stares at him as his muscles flex when he takes off his jacket.
Passing her a glass of champagne, he brushes his hands through her blonde
locks. They drink the expensive wine without saying a word.

Chad finishes his drink
first. Pulling her towards him, he knows she feels his manhood through her
dress. Taking the drink from her, he puts it on the table and then proceeds to
carry her to her bedroom. The room suddenly becomes illuminated, as motion
detectors sense them. His mind races as the alcohol mixes with his bloodstream,
reviving his sexual senses. He lays her on the bed, removing the pricey neon
heels from her feet.

She pleasures
him orally as he gently touches her skin. She moans at the touch of his hands
on her flesh. Her restrained groans of pleasure bring music to his ears.
Staring at her reaction as she orally satisfies him, he smiles as his hands go
up her legs.

He stops.

“You still
haven’t told me explicitly what you want me to do to you?”

She laughs as she
takes him out of her mouth, gets up off the bed and walks towards him. Taking
his hair in her hands, she languidly plays with it before sexily whispering in
his ear yet again. He grabs her waist and gathers her butt in his manly hands.
She lets a strained groan escape her mouth as he kisses her neck.

“So you mean to
tell me an Ivy League graduate from Princeton like yourself wants me to do such
things to her?” he asks with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes, baby.” Her
voice is soft and sweet, and she has want in her eyes.

Sensuously, he
takes the tight yellow dress off her pale skin that is beginning to tan from
the spring sunshine. He disperses kisses on her body and begins to take her on
a journey of pleasure. He feels her womanhood becoming moist and senses her
sanity escaping as she howls with sounds of sweet pleasure. “Yes, scream out
loud, let me hear you.” His voice is sexy and deep. Her moans echo from wall to
wall. They become higher and slower with every intricate move of his hands and
lips on her skin. He looks at her and sees the desires of her heart as she
stares back at him.

“Your eyes and
voice … the sexual need in them makes me want you more, Chad,” she slowly
whispers.

“Do I make you
shake by the way I look at you, baby?” His voice is deep and sexy.

“Yes.”

“Do your knees
weaken at the sight of me?”

“Yes,” she
replies slowly, as her knees shake.

“Does your body
weaken when I look at you? Tell me, tell me now,” he calmly demands. His blue
eyes are hypnotic as he looks deep into her love-drunk stare.

“Yes, you know
it does, Chad. Why do you ask?”

“Because I like
to hear you say how much you need me,” he says slowly.

“Why are you
making me ask for what we both want?” She looks at him with desire in her eyes
and need in her voice.

“Please stop
playing these games and make my body feel your sweet pleasure,” she pleads
desperately. He looks at her coldly.

“Why are you so
cold, Chad Perry?”

“Because this is
who I am … and I will never change,” he replies in an ice-cold tone that seem
to make her want him more. “Is that not why you want me, because you cannot
tame me and it turns you on?”

She softly whimpers
as he speaks.

He knows that
she can no longer handle any more of his sweet agony, so he puts on a condom
and takes
her.
Entering
her slowly, the room echoes with passion and lust as he goes deeper and harder
inside her. “Tell me you like what I do, baby.” Her screams of pleasure escape
the room as it becomes too much for the exquisite boudoir to hold.

“I love what you
do, baby, I love it.”

“I know you do,”
he replies nonchalantly, with a sexy grin on his face.

Torturing her
body with pleasure, she twists and winces as he unleashes himself inside her. He
knows that his moves create perfect pain and pleasure within her walls. “Tell
me you love it, say it out loud,” he says, as he rubs his hands through her
hair.

She pulls, bites
and grabs him as he takes her deeper into sexual oblivion. Unable to control
herself any further, she releases herself on him, screaming till it all comes
out, and then she whispers to him: “I love it. I love you, Chad Perry. Please
stay with me.”

“You know I
can’t.”

And, just like a
thief in the night, he is gone yet again!

****

He drives home, knowing that he
has just left another heart broken. He goes to his sixty million dollar
penthouse. This place is only for the times that he needs to hide away from the
whole wide world and speak to himself in times of anguish. He hardly ever comes
here, but today he has after months away. This particular penthouse is a place
no one knows he lives in, not even the person he bought it from. This is the
only place where the world will not know about Chad Perry; this is the only
place where he is truly alone, and that is exactly how he likes it.

Alone in his
room, Chad Perry reflects on his life, speaking to himself as if he were his
own antithesis inside the mirror.

“To be, or not
to be?

“The world
believes that I am a monster.

“Maybe I am.
Perhaps I own a body that bears neither soul nor conscience. Maybe I believe
that a conscience is a subtle form of cowardice. I bear no illusions on whom
and what I am.

“I am a man that
is drawn to the darker side of life, yet I am also drawn to what is beautiful
and sublime. The world is desperate and I am the flame to such desperation.
They like to see me suffer. Metaphorically speaking, they want to see my blood
run like the Nile. They hate me because I do not allow them the reality of
their sordid thoughts. I, too, hate the man that I have become.

“I am tired. Maybe
I no longer want to be this man. I need to escape from myself. I need someone
to save me. The tainted love of the female body is the pestilence of my being
and it affects me like a drug to a fiend. Just like debilitating drugs, they poison
my soul, or perhaps it is I that pollutes the essence of their purity.

“They know it;
they fucking know what they do to me. They tell me they love me when they know
I will never love them back. Am I insane to feel this way? Have I lost all of
my mental faculties?

“No, no! Do not
fucking tell me that. Stop looking at me like I’m mad! Please don’t look at me
like I’m mad, please stop!” he bellows, as his reflection looks back at him.

Chad breaks the mirror
and continues to look at the distorted image of himself. He stares at his
deformed reflection as if it was speaking to him. He begins to speak once more
to his reflection.

“Is it wrong for
me to want a woman because she takes away the pain that the world inflicts on
me when she takes me inside her? Is it wrong for me to want all the women in
New York that take me inside themselves and make me feel loved, when I hate
myself and hate them even more? A man like me was not designed for love; love
is a frail invention of the heart. It weakens the essence of a man and it
derails the mind.

“Then why do I
feel as if I may love her? Not them, but her – love itself. I believe I love
the idea of love. But I am incapable of showing it. Does that make me a monster
like the one on the other side of this mirror that remains silent and looks at
me with disgust that I would even allude to loving love?

“They think they
love me but they do not know the real me. I am a bad person, a monstrosity of a
man. With all my billions that can buy the love of countless women, they decide
to love me for free. I have never paid for sex, but I know that without money
the most beautiful women in the world will not want me. Good looks can only
take a man so far. Money takes you further. But what is money without love and
what is love without money? Why can there not be an equilibrium of the two?

“It is because
when I am with them I crave the evil of money, but when they are gone I long
for the beauty of their love.

“Her legs wrapped
around my waist as she whispered my name, telling me she loved me like the air
that suffocates her lungs as I suffocate her vagina with all that makes me a
man. Her yells of sweet agony as I fucked her deliriously have become an
aphrodisiac for me. She understood me. She heard my voice when I spoke. She
held me close when my nightmares surrounded me.

“But she does not
know me. Love does not know me! She does not know that I am the worst kind of
man for her. I wanted to tell her. I wish I could tell all the women that love
me. But I can’t. I can only continue to be this monster that I am, breaking the
hearts of many but always making sure to keep mine intact.

“Love is a
losing game. So it’s only right that the King of New York never partakes in
such a game. Kings only play to win!”

CHAPTER 2

The night before was a torment as
he had fought with his conscience in the mirror, but he managed to make it
through with a few hours’ sleep. Chad Perry has an empire to run, so time is of
the essence and sleep is for slackers. That is his ideology. One of his
empire’s main offices is located in the financial district of the world – Wall
Street, New York.

He enters his
office majestically as if he truly were a king. His subjects welcome him to his
castle and he waves accordingly in acknowledgement of their greetings. Finally,
he makes it to the extravagant room that has the solid gold words ‘Dr Chad
Perry’ on the door. He had received his doctorate at the prestigious Harvard
University.

Chad takes a
seat and goes through the day’s activities with his personal assistant, who has
just graduated from Yale with flying colours. Furthermore, it is his distant
cousin, so it was obligatory that he had to help him out. They discuss the
meeting that is scheduled in Beijing with the Chinese billionaire brothers that
are now in fierce competition with the world’s leading producers of technology.
The brothers want to embark on a project in Silicon Valley, Northern California,
in order to broaden their revenue in the West. Chad is excited at the prospect
as his assistant tells him they are ready to see him the next day, and have a
private jet waiting to fly him to Beijing at his request.

“Call them
immediately and tell them that I shall certainly be ready to see them tomorrow.
Money is to be made, and we can’t miss out on an opportunity to capitalise in
the East.”

His assistant
immediately goes out of the office to make the call. Chad continues to go
through his documents and make relevant calls to the right people.

His day at the
office proves fruitful, as it usually does. Feeling hungry, he leaves his
office early and tells the receptionist to hold all his calls or direct them to
his personal assistant. Chad makes his way to a quiet restaurant in downtown
Manhattan. The ambience is mellow, in stark contradiction to the chaos of his
thoughts, however he brushes them aside as the waiter comes to take his order.

“May I take your
order, sir?”

“Yes, a bottle
of still water for now.”

Chad knows the
waiter and he sees the excitement in his face at the fact that he will be
serving him and getting a very generous tip afterwards, as is the usual way of
Chad Perry. Chad laughs to himself at the acknowledgement.

He leaves and returns
with the bottle of water Chad requested, before disappearing back into the
kitchen. Chad drinks it in silence and thinks about his meeting in Beijing.
Suddenly, the doors of the restaurant open and a cold breeze hits him as
someone enters. The new diner is dressed all in grey and possesses an almost
robot-like walk. His movements seem calculated. Chad begins to feel claustrophobic
and a subtle anger grips him as the eyes of the stranger glance at him.