Chapter 3

CARTER’S POV

Thinking of the little stripper that took the other day, I took long drag while I smiled as I felt the immediate effect slamming against my brain. Life was indeed good. One of the blonds behind me – sherry, or something like that, snaked a hand across my shoulder, curving her thumb, and attempting to take a sniffer of my product. I smacked her hand, and laughed when she whelped.

"Sorry Sherry. Only good girls get this stuff. You have to prove yourself first.”

I watched as a look of pain entered her eyes, and I got easily annoyed. These whores were the same. Always getting hurt for stupid reasons.

The whore turned her eyes up to mine, batting her fake lashes. “I’m Sharon, not Sherry.”

I hissed, getting annoyed. “Well Shay, I’m already bored with you, leave my mansion now.”

Tears immediately filled the whore’s eyes as I called my guards to throw her out. They didn’t even let her put on her clothes, and I had to laugh as I watched them throw her out naked – then I also asked them to throw out the other blond in the room, just for the fun of watching her naked, and begging while she got thrown out.

I sighed when the fun was all over. I would have wanted to see more though, but I had just five girls left, and if I had all the girls thrown out, I’d have to go looking for a new set of girls and that would be stressful.

The ones left looked at me now, with fear in their eyes. They too were without clothes, and they knew what could happen to them. Also, getting thrown out meant no money.

I wasn’t even afraid of lawsuits, with the money in my family, I could buy an entire law firm if I wanted to – and then I’d buy the judge.

"You there.” I commanded, pointing at one of the girls sitting at my feet. “What’s your name?”

She was a ginger haired beauty with a very lovely complexion, and long lashes that were natural. If I looked at her the right way, I could pretend she was innocent, that I was the only guy she had ever been with, but the truth was that she was a whore, and by the time I was done with her, she’d probably find the next rich guy she could get.

"Deidra.” She replied simply, getting on all fours and crawling closer.

I caught her jaw in my hand and dragged her head up to meet mine. Her lips tasted of a cheap bubble gum, and her mouth, though experienced, seemed tentative, unsure.

I heard a whimper escape her breath as I deepened the kiss. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her head away from mine. I skilled when I saw her wince.

Her lips were also swollen from my kisses – good. There should be proof that I’d touched her, maybe I should even mark this one, a little reminder that she was one of the whores I’ve used.

Debby dropped her lashes. “I can also do other things with my mouth,” she said in a low seductive voice, and I let a smile curve at my lips.

"Go ahead then” I allowed, letting my hand trail down her lush soft body, while the other girls rubbed my back, my feet, my hair, seeking for attention.

I grabbed one of them, and devoured her lips – she was a better kisser than little miss ginger head, I was just about to get busy with her when the door flew open, and I saw my father, Marvin Blaine staring angrily at me.

Gosh, I tend to loose my cool whenever I see that man.

"Ladies, it’s time to go,” he said calmly, very calmly, but the girls were already scrambling out. If the rumors about the formidable billionaire, Marvin Blane were true – and they were, then the girls knew he could easily make them all disappear, and everyone would be too scared to ask a single thing.

Marvin Blane was also loved by the people, people who were intimidated into voting in only his candidates into seats of power, and these candidates were very loyal to their source, my father when they got into power.

My father was as much feared as he was loved, and he’d do anything to keep it that way.

I watched the girls put on their clothes, till they were all clothed, but the one called D-something, the ginger head was still nude, her dress had probably gotten lost somewhere.

I smiled. “Not you sweetheart. I want to see you walk out of here nude.”

My father shook his head, and I could see the anger intensify in his eyes, but he did not counter my command. We both had an unspoken rule of not appearing to have any disagreement in front of anyone.

"Beautiful girl, don’t you think Dad?” I asked nonchalantly, knowing I was only angering him the more. “I should have sent her up to you –”

"Cut it Carter! What’s wrong with you? Elections are only in a months time, and your antics could cost us our candidate –”

"Our? You mean your. Your candidate Dad. All this has been your plan all along, not mine.”

The anger was blazing in his eyes now, but he still remained calm. “Yes Carter. Mine. My candidate has never lost before, I cannot begin to lose my credibility now, so I have decided. You would tidy up your act or – “

"Or what Marvin?” I asked, knowing I would not like the reply.

"Or you are disinherited. In fact, effective from today, you are disinherited – until you have proven to be ruthless, and yet cunning, to be heartless, and yet able to deceive gullible people.”

And how would I prove that?” I shouted, already angry.

My father smiled. “It’s easy. Pick a girl, not just any girl, I want an innocent, kind, good hearted, vulnerable girl, not all these whores around. Get her to fall in love with you, then you break her heart in a way that would leave her completely broken.”

I already liked the idea of that. “What has this got to do with anything though?” I had to ask.

Marvin shrugged. “To make that kind of girl fall in love with you, you’d have to buy her flowers, to pretend that you really care about her. You’d have to learn how to be a nice guy while plotting to break her.

If you are successful, then I know you’re ready to take in my multi-trillion dollar enterprise. This empire was built on ruthlessness, not carelessness.”

"You are utterly impossible dad,” I said to him, rolling my eyes over in disdain.

"You will realize how serious I am, when I officially announce someone’s as my heir,”

My father replied coldly as I watched him turn and leave, while being sure he was playing some cruel game on me. I wouldn’t put that past his twisted mind.

Where on earth was I supposed to find an innocent girl? Every girl around was as run through as a worn shoe.

I had better start investing my own money and planning further on acquiring more of my personal properties.

Innocent, kind, vulnerable… where was I going to find such a girl in this time of generation!

Out of frustration, I took my car keys from the center table and headed for my nightclub.