A Rival

~ RYAN~

I reviewed my presentation for the day again ensuring that everything was perfect. This deal was mine. I wouldn’t let anyone beat me to it especially not Carlos.

Carlos and I met in college. While we both studied Jewelry design at the Gemological Institute of America, our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different. My mother funded my education through the hard-earned profits from her restaurant while Carlos was born with a silver spoon. His parents were filthy rich and influential.

Carlos hated me. He resented me for always being top in class and hated me even more because the girls he desperately wanted liked me instead.

It never made sense to me. He had everything, the money, the looks, and the connections, yet they chose me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I was a catch but Carlos was rich. Girls loved money so I always assumed that was enough to win them over.

The tension between us reached a breaking point when the hottest girl on campus kissed me in public. She was the cheerleader captain. We had just beaten our rivals in a football game and she rushed over to congratulate me. I had scored the goal that had won us the game. She had wrapped her hands around me, kissed me on the lips right there in front of everyone and I had kissed her back. We started dating shortly after.

Carlos had been pursuing her for years only to be rejected each time.

We ended up fighting and got suspended. It became a competition from that day on. After graduation, we both opened our own companies.

At first, Carlos dominated the market using his wealth and connections to his advantage. He had gone after my ex Natalie to spite me and she left me for him. I later discovered that she had always been cheating on me with richer men all along. I had dodged a bullet.

After two years, the tables turned. My company became the leading jewelry house in the city. Carlos was furious and he tried every possible means to bring me down but it never worked. I always came out on top. Esmeralda will always remain on top and I was going to grind twice as hard to make sure it does.

I built Esmeralda with my blood, sweat, and tears and I have never been more proud of myself for getting it to where it is today. I named my company after my mother. She was my backbone and I loved her dearly. She sacrificed a lot for me to be where I am now.

The Legacy Gems Gallery was hosting their Annual auction and this year, they were commissioning an entirely new collection.

Today was the day they would choose the jeweler who would supply the pieces.

The last time they commissioned a new collection for their auction, they had picked three jewelers. I, Carlos, and Mr. Smith but this time they had announced that they were choosing only one person.

“Should I stop for coffee sir”, Todd, my driver asked.

“No, I’m good”, I replied.

I was wide awake and fired up. The beauty in my bed made sure of that. Even leaving her in bed this morning took a lot of strength. She was enticing.

My cock throbbed as the image of her naked body flashed through my mind. I had woken up this morning spooning her. I had been rock hard and it took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself out of that bed.

I adjusted in my seat as images of last night filled my mind. I had never had sex that good.

Mila was everything I ever fantasized about and more. Her body was hot. Breasts that were just the right size, an ass that could make a man tell his deepest secrets.

It begged to be claimed and fucked hard. And her face, no one would have ever guessed that such an innocent face was attached to a body like that. Her doe eyes made me want to teach her naughty things and those juicy lips..

Fuck…

My dick twitched.

Those lips were made for sin.

My mind kept replaying the scene of her on her knees sucking my cock and my cock between her large breasts. The way she bounced on my cock, the sexy sounds she made.

Her words.

“I love your dick”, “Yes daddy”, Mila’s voice and moans echoed in my head. My cock surged harder straining painfully against my pants forcing me to fist my hand around myself through the fabric to stay composed.

Gosh, I could cum just by fantasizing about her.