The goddess

Santiago’s pov

The biggest problem with being rich is that you never really know a person’s true intentions. There are so many people who want to be your friend or girlfriend, when all they really care about is the status they get from being around you.

Women in particular only see a dollar sign when they look at someone like me, I don’t think it hurts that i am good looking that’s just a bonus for them. In reality, they wouldn’t care if i was in my it’s with no hair and a waistline measurement that rivals my height.

I have one friend that I trust completely and that is Giorgio Steel, we have been friends since we were in diapers, he is also as rich as I am, so I know he doesn’t care about how much I own. He is also one of the few people who are brave enough to tell me if I am being an a.ss.

I am not sure if it is surprising that I am single or not. It is not from a lack of women trying to trap me, that’s for sure. I have just been burned far too many times by gold digging who.res, most women are the same, I have not met any exceptions to the rule so far.

So, for now, I am staying 100 per cent single, I am sick of always questioning everyone’s intentions. I only need one thing from a woman, and that is a release of my s****l tension. Hopefully, I won’t even have to give them my real name so they won’t go to the papers after.

I have spent the last couple of days at Giorgio’s families ski resort. It has been great to just relax for a couple of days and catch up. The whole family is disappointed that Valentina will not be able to make it this year.

I have not seen her in years it must have been at least 5 if not more. She always seems to be busy any time I have caught up with them. First, it was uni, then her job, which I admire the fact that she wants to work from the bottom up, even though she owns the company now.

Now it is the boyfriend. They always have something that stops him from meeting the family. They don’t like him, he proposed to her without even having the decency to meet and ask her fathers approval, the man obviously has no respect for others.

I can understand how she has gotten caught up with it all. He is her first ever boyfriend, and I don’t mean first serious one, I mean first ever. She is a sweet girl who always sees the best in people. The fact she was on the larger side didn’t help, as she never had any serious suiters before him.

I remember she even had a crush on me in our younger day, back when I was a skinny, nerdy kid with glasses. I think it was more the fact that she liked me because I was nice to her, than actually attracted to me.

She equated niceness with love, and I had to let her down gently. I may not have had many options myself, but it would be a social death to date the fat girl. She was my friends little sister, so I had to be nice to her, Giorgio was the one to ask me to let her down so she didn’t get carried away.

I did miss her a bit after that, she tried to stay away from me out of embarrassment I guess, she was a sweet kid though and intelligent, so at least you could get a decent conversation out of her unlike most of the girls I knew.

Conversation wasn’t exactly the most important factor for a horny teen, I was too busy finding the next pretty girl to care about what her views were on business or politics. A decent face, well developed body, and an easy p****y were the most important factors.

I should be heading back to my family right now. It is Christmas Eve after all, but instead, I find myself in the bar. It has been a while since I have been laid, and to be honest, it will be easier to hear my parents go on about me settling down soon if I had had a good f***k first.

There is not much single talent here until a gorgeous brunette walks in and sits down and orders a strong drink. She looks like a goddess, I am sure a girl like her is waiting to meet her man, so I just sit and watch her for a while.

After an hour, I decided to approach her. It is painfully clear she is here drowning her sorrows, so a recent break up perhaps, or may just be the holiday blues, women don’t like being alone at Christmas time. Either way, she is alone and lonely, which works in my favour.

I find out what she is drinking, order one, and make my way over. She is smart, beautiful, and funny, and I enjoy her company. We spend the whole time laughing together and soon find ourselves in her room, practically tearing each others clothes off.

She had the sexiest body I had ever, flat slim waistline, with gorgeous full breasts, curvy hips and a.ss, and the most beautiful warm bronze skin, that was as flawless and as soft as skin, the woman could make an angel sin.

I had never bothered much about foreplay. They could get an orgasm when I fu.cked them, but with her, I wanted to taste and savour every inch. I was pleasantly surprised that she tasted as good as she looked, I could have eaten her p****y for hours.

She then reciprocated and gave me the best damn head of my life. She was so good that I thought she must have been around the block a few times, so I was pleasantly surprised when I sunk into her and she was almost as tight as a virgin, I guess she is just a quick learner.

She was so insanely sensual. Her body just moved in a hypnotic rhythm, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She could handle me going at her like a wild man, and she rode me like a professional cowgirl. I just wanted her over and over again.

So that is what I did. One night was not enough with this girl, but I wouldn’t let myself have more and then deal with a clingy woman. So I made the most of it, and I took her over and over again until we were both exhausted.

It was the best damn night of my life, and as she slept draped over me, I almost lost all reason in my brain and stayed till morning. I managed to get a hold of myself, and I snuck out of her bed and room like a thief in the night.

After the night, I had not even my mums nagging could take away the smile on my face. I am an only child, and the woman is desperate for grandkids. So, unfortunately, I am the only one she has to nag about it.

I am not going to suffer just because they stopped at one child. She should have had more if she wanted grandchildren so much. She will wait until I am good and ready, and even then, I may just use a surrogate, so I have my heir without the hassle of a mother for it.

Dad, being the ever supportive husband, is threatening not to hand over the rest of my inheritance until I settle down. He says it makes me a more trustworthy businessman to be married with kids. It would all be a lie, though, so how does that make me trustworthy.

I listened to it all, nodding and smiling at the right points until they finally changed the subject. I would think of a way out of it or just pretend that I am going on dates to try and find the one to get them off of my back for a while.

I couldn’t wait to leave on boxing day, don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, we are actually really close. If i could find someone like my mum and was guaranteed to have a marriage like theirs, I would hop right on aboard the marriage train.

Unfortunately, my mum happens to be one of the exceptions to the rule. Dad had nothing when they met. They both worked hard, making the business into a multi-million dollar corporation, and since I have started working there, it has moved improved so much it is now worth billions.

I won’t let some gold digger come into my life and spend my families money like it grows on trees. I want an honest, hard-working woman who knows mine and her own worth. So until this pink unicorn appears before me, I am fine as I am.

If only I could just get that God damn goddess out of my head then things would be great, but it is as if she has burned herself into my brain, and I am horny as f***k just imagining all the sinful things we did together. I need to f***k someone new to remove her from my brain.