Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

"Tell me about it," said Brittany on the phone. "Does he own the place?"

"Obviously," Rachel drawled and rolled her eyes even though she knew her friend couldn't see her expression through the phone. "The guy is mega-rich, but not my type." "What do you mean by 'not my type?' Since when is a good-looking gentleman, not your type?"

"He is good-looking, but I wouldn't describe him as a gentleman."

Brittany inhaled sharply. "Why? What happened? Did he... do something to you?"

"If you are asking if he forced himself on me, the answer is no. Everything that happened between us was consensual." "Oh em gee! So you had sex with him?" Brittany sounded excited.

"Yes, I did."

"And how was it?"

Rachel chuckled. "Darling, Brittany, I don't kiss and tell, but I will only tell you this because you're my favorite bestie."

"I thought that spot was already filled by Leticia. Anyhoo, gimme the details, baby. How was it?"

"It was... dreamy, Brittany," Rachel sighed. "It was by far the best sex I have ever had in my entire life and I'm not even exaggerating, I swear."

"Aww, I can imagine," Brittany giggled. "So, if it was that good, why do you think he's not a gentleman?"

"Honestly, I don't want to go into it. It's just that his vibe this morning was just wrong. I turned down his offer to meet again and let's just say he didn't like being rejected." "Nobody likes being rejected."

"I know, but the way he reacted was just tasteless, in my opinion. Anyway, that's that about that. Water under the bridge. Moving on!"

Brittany laughed. "I like your spirit, Rachel. You just dust off the bad vibes and keep it moving."

"That's me. Listen, darling, I've got to go. I have to film a new video for my channel today and then head out to the dance studio by 2 p.m. so I'm looking at a busy Saturday ahead of me right now." "Ok, boo. Talk to you later then."

"Sure thing. Tell Harry I said hey, and give my darling Jason a big kiss for me.'

After she hung up, she got about setting up her one-room apartment for her content filming. According to her content calendar, she was supposed to do an outdoor log today at the park close to her neighborhood. She had wanted to do a video on five simple workout routines she does regularly to keep her waistline trim. She had intended to log her trip there and back, but she didn't feel up to it anymore. She did not feel like socializing or seeing anyone for that matter, not after that sour exchange she'd had with Derek this morning.

She had avoided thinking about him since she got home, but now that he had crossed her mind, she wondered if she may have perhaps overreacted when he'd offered her the wad of cash. Why did she automatically assume that he was trying to pay her for her services? Wouldn't it have been odd if he had offered her a single hundred dollar bill, seeing that he was a billionaire? "Doesn't matter anymore," she muttered to herself as she set her ring light and adjusted the brightness.

She had decided that she would shoot a 'Get Ready with Me' video in which she would apply makeup on her face and talk about her birthday experience, and of course, leave out that nasty business with Derek from her story. Informing her 200,000-plus YouTube subscribers that she'd had a one-night stand with a stranger she met in a club wasn't going to do her channel any good.

Satisfied with her filming set, she went to her tiny closet to find the right outfit to wear and tripped over a pile of clothing on the floor.

They were the clothes she'd worn yesterday and for some reason, after she took them off when she got home, she hadn't been able to put them in the laundry basket along with her other clothes. Looking at them now brought back memories that she wasn't ready to deal with right now. She grabbed them off the floor and noted with chagrin that they faintly smelled of Derek's musky perfume. "That's it, You're going out," she said and marched straight to her kitchen to grab an empty plastic bag which she shoved the clothes into before tying it up and dumping it inside her trash can.

She didn't want a constant reminder of her time with that overgrown rich kid who humiliated her with his rude offer and condescending tone, but she knew that was what would happen each time she set eyes on those clothes. "We can't have that now, can we?" She said aloud as she picked up her trash can to take it outside.

That minuscule chapter of her life was over and done with forever.

******

Derek spent the rest of his morning working out in the gym until his muscles were sore and begging for mercy. It was the only way to successfully obliterate his encounter with Rachel from his mind permanently. Feeling invigorated afterward, he took a shower, got dressed, and took his favorite Lamborghini for a spin.

While in the car, he put a phone call through to Cassie but she didn't respond, so he scrolled through his contact list and found another woman who might be available for him. His call was answered on the second ring.

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"Hi, Derek!" The woman on the other end of the line said with a high-pitched voice that showed how excited she was to receive his call.

"What's up, Gwen? How are you doing?" He said casually.

"How are you doing, babe? I thought you'd forgotten all about me."

Derek chuckled. "You know that's not possible. I've been very busy." "That's what you always say," said Gwen sulkily.

"All right, let me make it up to you. Where are you right now?"

"At home."

"Why don't you come over to Dario's? We'll have lunch and then I'll take you out for some shopping and we can end the day at my place. How does that sound?" "Ooh, that sounds fabulous! Gimme 15 minutes and I'll join you at Dario's," said Gwen, unable to hide her joy.

"Great. See you soon."

A superior smile played on Derek's lips after he hung up. This was how he liked his women; available, sensible, and grateful.

Not snobbish, entitled, and haughty. He couldn't stand women with a self-righteous attitude like Rachel, or the ones that overestimated their importance like Cassie.

A man like him shouldn't have to beg for a woman's attention when he can simply buy it. He had more money than he could spend, so why not lavish it on the women who appreciated his generosity? Women like Gwen.

His phone rang and it turned out to be Cassie. He contemplated whether to ignore the call or respond to it since he no longer needed Cassie, unless...

"Hey, Cass," he said when he answered the call.

"You called me," said Cassie in her usual cold tone that Derek hated. Why did she always sound annoyed?

"Yeah, I did. I was checking to see if you'd be available to hang out with me tonight."

"Where?"

"My place."

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Derek sighed. Why did he still have this cold woman on his contact list?

Why was he still talking to her? She was a beautiful and successful supermodel but she had the personality of a dead fish.

And she was feisty between the sheets, he reminded himself. That last part was what kept him coming back for more because she knew how to knock a man's socks off in the bedroom.

"I don't know, Cassie. Just later tonight. Can you make it?"

"I'll be there at 9 p.m."

"Cool. Want me to get you something?"

"A Cartier bracelet with diamonds," she said instantly.

He laughed softly. "I could never give you an open check, Cassie. You'd empty my bank accounts without batting an eyelash."

"You asked me what I wanted, didn't you?"

"That I did. You'll get your bracelet tonight. Come looking hot."

"Don't I always?"

Ok, Cassie may have lost her sense of humor in an accident, but she does make up for it with her wisecrack replies which he enjoyed.

So, after all was said and done, he was going to enjoy the best of both worlds tonight - Gwen with her dramatics and Cassies with her aloofness.

He'd never had a threesome involving these particular women before and the thought of it made his cock twitch in his pants.

Derek couldn't wait to see what their reaction would be tonight, but he knew one thing for sure, neither of them would say no.

That's because they wouldn't want to miss out on what could be one of the most exciting nights of their lives. The two women were pleasure junkies just like him so there was no way they would refuse his offer. Not when he was paying heavily for it already. This was how he wanted his life to always be - uninhibited, carefree, guiltless, and that's how it would always be.