If the pretty girl wanted to go back to the club and find some other dude to fuck, it wasn't my right to hold her back. It stung in a way I wish it wouldn't have, but whatever. She was free and hadn't made any silly pretense that she was looking for anything other than a wild ride. Most women would have been clamoring to come home with me, but that was because of my wealth.

This one... the one I all of a sudden wanted to... nothing. Not even a hint of wanting something beyond the quickie in the car.

The club lights filled up the car as I pulled up front. I turned to her and smiled. "How about we exchange numbers? I know you liked what I gave you tonight and I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"No rings, no numbers, no next time." She laughed and leaned over, kissing me softly a few times. "You were amazing. Best fuck I've had in forever."

"Then let's do it again. No rings... no commitment. Just sex. We could just meet up and fuck every once in a while. There are so many things I could do to you."

She smiled and shook her head. "Nope. Stop dreaming, handsome."

"Dreaming is all most of us have." I smiled and tried to hide the extent of my disappointment. "Not even for another ride in the Maybach, huh? They're rare."

She leaned over as I rolled the window down and gave me a sexy smile. "Good men are rare. Cars are a dime a dozen. Thanks for the ride. Sweet dreams."

"You too." I watched her walk away and glanced around, noticing every man in front of the club looking her way. "You too."

5 - Lila

I walked into the club on shaky legs, the handsome billionaire still in his car and hopefully headed out of my life. A long sigh left me as I slipped past Clay and turned to press my back against the wall.

"You okay, L?" Clay poked his head into the club and lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes, just met my match in life I think. I'm scared as hell and ready to pack up and move states just in case I run into him again." I smiled and shook my head.

"Wow. Lucky guy. You wanna cab or you staying for a while?"

"I'll take a cab once he's cleared the front. I don't want him seeing me." I pursed my lips and tried to breathe through my nose slowly. My heart was racing at the memories of how incredibly right it felt to be in his arms, to have him empty himself inside of me.

I groaned and closed my eyes. Fuck. It had been incredible. I pressed my head to the wall behind me resisted the urge to run out into the road and beg him to stop. He wanted my number and I wanted his, but it would only lead to heartache. It always did.

Besides, he had his shit together and I was just getting started. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend with a brain, anyway. He’d want a pretty little tart he could prance around town and fuck with no strings attached.

"Hey, L. Cabs here and your boyfriend is gone." Clay chuckled and reached for me as I walked back out into the late evening.

The breeze picked up and I found my center quickly. Smiling at the handsome bouncer, I waved and walked to the cab, got in and dropped my head back as I murmured my address.

The night had been beyond amazing. My handsome lover was beautiful, charming and dominant, and the chemistry between us had been consuming, insane. Dangerous. Who knew that sex in a dark alley could be so… exciting?

There was something about him that drew me in, and threatened to drown me if I wasn't careful. Leaving without giving him my number was my best bet, and yet it was one of the hardest things I had done of late.

Having him asking for my digits left me melting on the inside and wanting to snuggle up to him. So, why had I refused to let him take me to his place? It would have been incredible to spend the night in his arms, to smell his sheets and feel the softness of his lips along my neck and shoulders as we cuddled up.

"Because your dumb ass would have fallen in love like you do every time," I grumbled.

"What's that, Miss?" The cabbie's voice pulled me from my ponderings.

"Oh nothing. Just bitching at myself about falling in love."

"It's the best thing ever." The older man smiled in the rear view mirror. "Falling in love that is."

"I'm not so sure I'd agree, but I'll keep my negativity to myself." I chuckled as he readjusted his mirror, and I was alone with my thoughts once more.

Leaving my handsome lover only to head home to a quiet, cold and lonely apartment seemed like the dumbest decision I could have made, and yet I had to protect myself. I was determined to treat men the way they treated me, and falling for them wasn’t how it worked. Not anymore.

It doesn't matter how much you want him. You'll want the next one too. Love and happiness is for the birds. Lust, sex and passion. That's all I want now. Period.

***

I slept like shit, my dreams filled with the sexy bastard from the club. He haunted me, forcing my body toward a state of constant desire. Lust pumped through me at the mere thought of him. Some part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind and find him, but how?

"No. You're good. Shut up about it," I grumbled at myself as I parked my small Honda in the large parking garage next to our downtown building. I grabbed my briefcase and checked the small mirror above my head one last time before getting out of the car and walking toward the elevator.

A handsome guy in a three piece suit held the door, his eyes all over me, though the ring on his finger said they shouldn't be. Men. I would never understand them in a hundred years.

I walked out of the parking garage and pressed my hands to my thighs to keep the knee high black skirt I wore from flying up and showing everyone the scrap of panties I had on that morning. My boots rose up to my knees and my sweater was fitted and professional. My boss was insanely particular about looking attractive but professional. It had taken me a year, but I finally had it down after pin-balling around between the extremes of slutty and dowdy for months.

I actually liked the new look. Made me feel a little more grown up and mature.

"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes and pressed the large glass door in front of me as a smile slipped onto my lips.

My best friend and coworker, Jessie, waved wildly from the small coffee shop on the bottom floor of our massive building. I walked toward her, picking up my pace just a little and trying to decide if I was going to tell her about Mr. Richie Rich.

She had been in a serious relationship for forever, and it was actually working out for her. Me, not so much.

"There you are. I was starting to think you were going to stand me up." Jessie smiled and stood, pulling me into a tight hug as if she knew I needed it. We had been friends since elementary school, and she knew me better than I knew myself most days.

Her copper locks were pulled back in a ponytail, but a few wayward curls had come loose. I fixed them quickly for her and tried to avoid the probing stare I got from her light hazel-colored eyes.

"Spill." She sat down and nodded toward the extra cup of coffee on the table between us. "That's for you."

"Thanks. I need something to eat. I'll grab a muffin." I started to leave, but she leaned over and grabbed two bags from beside her.

"Already got it. Your favorite." Her smile was warm and welcoming, and I relented. I was telling her everything. I always did. She was the voice of reason when I needed one, even when it hurt like hell to hear it.

"I love you." I took my seat and pulled out the pumpkin muffin, grateful for the ridiculous amount of pumpkin-flavored madness that occurred every fall.