The sex lord.

Seth Allen lazily opened his pretty green eyes and stared at the white ceiling. The spiral designs on it were intricately carved into the POP. Beautiful white walls surrounded him and pale sunlight filtered through the linen golden curtains, telling him it was morning.

A purring sound distracted him from ogling the room he was in and his eyes fell on the woman sprawled beside him. Her back was turned to him, pale and flawless and pretty brown hair spilt all over it.

Oh, She's still here.

He stared at her, racking his brain in confusion. He couldn't recall all the details surrounding how they had met. What was her name again? Fiona? Florence? Just how much had he drunk the night before?

He had gone to the bar, as was his usual way of ending a hectic day. After signing papers, finalizing deals and making sure his father's company didn't go down in ashes, he needed a drink. And a woman to ease the pressure.

Groaning, he raised himself on his elbows and sat up, stretching his body.

Ease the pressure indeed.

He'd barely gotten any sleep, he thought with a grin. He had to admit, Frankie or Faye-whatever her name was- was really good in bed. She had almost matched his appetite, being as ravenous as he was. He could still recall the image of her lithe naked body bouncing above him, with her coffee brown hair flying all over the place. His hands held on to her waist as he guided her.

Damn, she's good!

It was too bad he wasn't sticking around to find out if she could be better. He thought with a nasty smile spread across his tanned face and slipped out of the bed.

The woman beside him turned on her side, patting the spot he had just abandoned.

"Mhmm." She moaned, opening her sultry blue eyes. "Come back to bed baby."

Same blue eyes that had stared at him with fierce determination when he stepped into the bar the night before. He'd barely gotten a sip out of his bourbon when she came sashaying in a killer red dress that made her average boobs look like they held the key to heaven.

Seth stared at her, his green eyes hardening with each second that passed by. Oh, he knew why she was there. Why she had performed with the art of a talented hooker. And why she had screamed her lungs out in passion throughout the night.

"I'm sorry... Scratch that I'm not so sorry," Seth stated, an impish grin on his face as he slipped on his pants, ignoring his boxers. "I had fun. But I gotta go."

The woman sat up, clutching the white sheets around her, a frown on her pretty face. "I don't understand."

Of course, you don't.

He would bet his private jet that she had been hoping he would pop on one knee and ask her to marry him after a single night of sex.

Freaking hilarious.

"If you don't understand, then maybe this will help. " He replied leaning forward on the bed until his face was a few inches away from hers.

Damn, she was beautiful. Her honey-tanned skin glistened in the morning sun that filtered through the curtains. Her blue eyes sparkled like pretty sapphires. If he was a normal, regular person, he could've fallen deep and down for her.

Too bad he was stinky rich and stuck with women who only wanted his name and money.

"Screw you." He whispered, then grinned at the startled look on her face. "Which I just did. Goodbye."

And like that, he bounced away from her petrified face and walked out of the hotel with his shirt in his hands.

Seth didn't need a mirror to tell him he looked good. He had been aware of it since he turned fourteen and grew taller. Where other kids his age got acne, Seth got a square jaw, a gorgeous mane of golden hair, and abs. He was blessed anatomically and girls loved him. He was used to it all.

So used to it, that it sickened him.

Shuddering in disgust, he slipped into his Mercedes and drove out of the hotel. The streets of LA that morning were filled with holiday cheer and the warm scent of cinnamon bread. The gentle warmth seeped into the car he drove, teasing his nose and reminding him of a time when he did not dread his mother's calls. A time when he was happy with life and not simply phasing through it.

He'd had a pretty fun childhood. His parents were loving and they spoiled him silly, giving him all they thought he deserved. Things changed however when he turned twenty-four. Six years ago, his old man died, breaking his heart and devastating his mother's.

And while he loved his mom- goodness he did- he didn't appreciate her antics and weird habit of shoving women down his throat.

On cue, his phone rang and its screen flashed his mother's name. Sucking in air through his teeth, he connected the phone to his car's sound system.

"Hey, Mom."

"And a good morning to you too, Seth." She replied acidly on the other end. He could picture her pressing her lips together in displeasure.

"To what do I owe this call? It's like seven in the morning."

There was silence on the other end and then his mother sighed audibly. "Let's cut the crap, shall we? What was wrong with this girl this time?"

Seth rolled his eyes heavenward. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because my mother paid her to share my bed?"

"Bull." Mrs Allen disputed. "You slept with her anyways. And then blew her off like a freaking bazooka. She called me sobbing her head off!"

"I just thought that she ought to know. It's better than giving false hopes that anything could work between us when it clearly won't." He replied as plain as day, drawing to a halt as he reached his house.

"Why? Tell me why you think it won't work between you and her. That's the third girl you've rejected in two weeks, Seth!" She yelled, furious.

"Well, maybe you should stop sending them to me then!" He barked in return and pinched his nose to rein in his anger. "Please, mom."

"I just want a child before I die! You're thirty Seth. Freaking thirty years. I'm not getting younger just in case you're too busy to notice. " She explained.

"I can't just have a child with any woman, mom. That's a big deal." He argued and stepped out of the car. His mother could be very persistent and all he wanted to do was rest. He'd had a very busy night.

"Is it now? If you can shag just about any woman, then be prepared to. I won't stop until I have a beautiful bouncing child on my lap. Mark my words."

And just like that, she was gone.

With slumped and tired shoulders, Seth walked into his mansion.

Why was she so concerned about him having a child? Not that Seth would mind having one. He loved kids. But how was a man supposed to find a suitable mother, if all the women who ever drew close to him were those who wanted him for his money and fame? Women who didn't care how he felt but cared more about what they could get from him.

He had almost become a father once. Two years ago, His then-girlfriend, Caitlyn, had been pregnant. He had been super excited to be a father until a month after, Caitlyn came home with a flat as heck stomach and an unconcerned look on her pretty face.

Seth had learned in small doses of pain just how cruel and desperate women could be when it came to money and power. Having one carry his child was rather scary.

Heaving a sigh, he ignored the sad silence that hung in the house and fell on his sofa. The mansion he lived in was gigantic, with several rooms. He couldn't figure out why he had bought the house since it was so large for him anyway. Probably because somewhere inside him, he had always nurtured the thought of having a family.

A happy one. Like his parents. A woman who truly loved him and a child to spoil silly.

Seth gave a harsh horrid laugh and palmed his face. They were all silly dreams. He knew better.

His mother's words however rang deep in his head.

...I won't stop until I have a beautiful bouncing child on my lap…

He had to find a way to stop her before things spiralled out of control. How was he supposed to have a freaking child without getting hooked into the claws of some debauched woman?

A thought settled in his mind and he straightened on his chair, smiling.

"Well, desperate situations call for desperate measures. If Mom wants a grandchild, a grandchild she shall get."