Chapter 5: Not A Lover Boy

Eric's POV

I woke up extremely late the next morning. Not even the blaring sound of my alarm clock could awaken me. I turned to my left where the curly-haired beauty from last night had dozed off and tried to reach for her but she was gone. I rubbed the blurriness off my eyes and sat up on my bed.

I scanned the bedroom and noticed that her leather jacket that'd been lying on the floor beside my bed was no longer there. I got out of bed and put on a pair of black joggers. I strode to the guestroom in hopes that she was still lingering around but no, she wasn't. She was gone, probably long gone before I even woke up.

It was true that I was such a heavy sleeper. I slept like dead man - my dad used to always say to me back then. One time when I was 8, our house caught fire at midnight. While everyone panicked and tried to get me out, I slept soundly in my room, completely unaware of the flames that'd engulfed the place. So I wasn't surprised that I didn't even hear the Tigress leave.

I walked back to my room and plopped down on the sofa, causing a loud thud. Almost immediately, my phone rang. I groaned and got up begrudgingly to get the phone from my desk.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Good morning, Mr Donovan," the female on the line spoke. Her voice sounded quite familiar. "It's April Shea from the office," she added.

"Good morning, Miss Shea," I responded, trying to sound as formal as possible. April was the secretary at D'Writers. I knew why she was calling. I was supposed to have arrived at work over an hour ago.

"Sorry for the disturbance, sir but I'm just calling to let you know that all members of our staff are gathered, waiting for you. You did schedule the meeting for 9:00am," she said in a manner that seemed like she was counting every word.

I exhaled deeply and said to her, "Miss Shea, I need you to inform the General Manager that I won't be coming today. So postpone all of the meetings till Monday."

"But sir... Is there a problem?"

"No, not exactly. Tell him I wasn't feeling well and had to go see the doctor."

"Are you really at the doctor's, sir? Is it something serious? But you don't sound..." And she was about to blabber on.

"Miss Shea!"

"Sir?"

"Goodbye," I said calmly, hung up and threw my phone on the bed.

I'd recently acquired D'Writers all by myself much to my mother's dismay. She couldn't wait for me to get married so she could get her hands on my late father's wealth.

When she found out that I sold my social media app, Tinzel, the very one that earned me my own billionaire title, she thought I was ready to settle down and hand the shares I'd inherited from my father over to her and couldn't have been any happier. But I shocked her and a host of others when I bought D'Writers.

D'Writers was a popular online social platform for writers and readers. I'd long thought of acquiring it in memory of my father. My dad was an avid reader and lover of classic novels. He'd told me one day that he would've loved to author a book if he wasn't tied down by the burdensome responsibilities of Donovan Group.

It was him who made me take a liking to novels. And before he died, he had plans of owning a novel publishing company though he was a bit skeptical. A year after his passing, I stumbled on the incomplete manuscript of a book he was working on and I promised I'd help him finish it.

I stood beside my bed, arms akimbo. After what happened last night, I didn't feel like working today. I just wanted to rest and probably reflect on the wild night I had.

I sat on the bed and accidentally dropped my phone. As I reached for it, a little red thing caught my eye. I picked it up. It was the Tigress' garter from last night. The garter that I'd taken off her thighs with my teeth. A smile formed on my lips as I recalled everything that went down.

She'd come to me, clothed in her sexy leather jacket. The moment she'd entered my room, I wanted to pin her to my wall like a sports illustrated poster. But somehow I restrained myself and tried to be a gentleman; I didn't want it to seem as though I took advantage of a drunk, helpless woman.

But she didn't make it any easy for me. She was such a temptress, a tigress. With those seductive eyes and luscious lips, I became the helpless one.

And what was it she said? "Fuck sober! Oh, no don't fuck sober. Fuck me!" Fuck! I totally lost it when she said that while she looked me in the eye. That was all it took to unleash the beast in me, that wanted to ravage her. And it did.

She was so beautiful. I wanted to tell her that a thousand times. Every inch of her body screamed perfection - from her dark, curly hair to her long, slender legs. The taste of her rich, brown skin on my tongue and the feeling of her bare body pressed against mine, those moments, I wanted them to last longer than they did.

It was strange to think I felt this way about a woman I barely knew and even stranger to know that I got intimate with a woman whose name I didn't know. Why was she so appealing to me? Why couldn't I resist the urge to have sex with her? This, I wanted to know.

I admit that I was a bit of a Casanova but I'd never had a one night stand before - for no reason in particular. I did date but they didn't last a month. I was quick to change women like I changed cars. So I reminded myself of this and decided to stop thinking about the tigress.

Later that day, my friend, Theo stopped by my house. We talked for a while and when he asked about how my night went, I told him about the tigress.

"So you didn't get her name?" He asked with amusement clear in his tone.

"No."

"Eric my man! You're finally learning from the master!" He laughed and I shook my head.

If you thought I was a manwhore, then you obviously hadn't met Theo. He was an embodiment of promiscuity. He didn't care who or what he fucked. As long as it had a pretty face, boobs and a vagina, he was good to go.

There were times I even suspected he was screwing his stepsister but who the hell was I to judge? And other than his promiscuousness, Theo was a great guy.

"Do you think she's a hooker?" He asked me.

"No, I don't think so. She didn't charge me for anything. Like I said earlier, she left before I woke up."

"Did she steal anything? You can never be too sure with these girls nowadays."

"Nothing in my room seemed to be missing."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Dude! My wallets, credit cards and wads of cash were just the way I left them on my desk. Even my $5 million Rolex Bao Dai was laying carelessly on my sofa. So drop it!" I yelled though I wasn't exactly sure why I did.

"Okay, okay, she's not a thief or a hooker but why are you so worked up? Oh wait! Don't tell me...you've fallen in love with her!" He gasped dramatically and put a hand over his mouth, feigning surprise. Theo was an utter clown.

"Stop talking nonsense. How could I be in love with her? I barely know her. Might not even recognize her if we ever cross paths." That last part was a blatant lie. Her face was still fresh in my memory and would not be getting erased anytime soon.

"Yeah, sure. Don't forget you brought her to your house. You've never brought a girl to your house before let alone screw them in your bedroom."

"Circumstances..."

"Sure, I hear ya, lover boy."

"I'm not, you retard! I don't love her," I said, more to myself than him.