Chapter 3 - Wyatt Hayes

Wyatt POV

Today is one of the hardest days of my life. My engagement party is tonight and I unfortunately have to attend and pretend to be having a great time. The problem is that I hate social affairs and I definitely am not happy about getting married. It is a simple business deal for me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell Sandrine I don’t love her and I will never love her. She keeps pretending everything is fine and we are the perfect couple.

I guess that in the eyes of midia, we are; she is the only heir of the Parisi fortune and I am a self-made billionaire and New York’s most eligible bachelor, according to People magazine. What can I say? I am never really seen parading any women and when I do; I get engaged straight away. Obviously, their mafia roots are well hidden and they have no clue who I really am and why I want to marry her.

I know Lorenzo Parisi is the Don of the Italian mafia. I want to take it from him. I want to make him pay for all the crap he has put my grandfather through. You may say I am doing this for ambition and for revenge, but the thing is, they don’t know I am coming; they think I am just a filthy rich man who wants to make more money; they don’t know my real identity, and I can’t wait for the mask to fall and to have them on my feet.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and shake my head as I pass my hand through my freshly cut hair. A movement behind me makes me look over my shoulder, and I can’t help but smile as I watch Vivian sit up on my bed.

Vivian is the closest thing I ever had to a relationship. She is… how do people call it? A friend with benefits. We have known each other since university and she was the only woman I ever allowed into my bed. I might not sleep around and I might not parade woman, but I have needs that need to be attended to, and she is the one that takes care of them. Vivian is married and has as much to lose as I do if this comes out.

“Come back to bed, it’s early,” she says as she rubs her eyes and her long blonde hair falls down her shoulders. With one hand, she throws her hair back and smiles as I walk to the edge of the bed and place one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close to me. She moans as I maneuver her single-handedly.

“You need to get the fuck out, I have a meeting with your husband in one hour and he will be wondering where you are,” I say before I close the gap between us as she rests her hands on my chest and slowly runs her nails down my skin sending a shiver down my spine.

Vivian rolls her eyes in an exaggerated way before I pull away from her and pull my shirt over my shoulders. She watches me like a hawk. “Gawking over me won’t get you anything. Time to leave Vivian.” I say and she nods as she throws her legs out of the bed and slowly walks to me. Her naked body moved slowly and seductively. I know what she is trying to do. She is trying to make me fuck her again, but not happening.

“Come on Wyatt, just a quickie,” she whispers in my ear as she gets on her tiptoes. Her nails brushed the side of my neck. I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her hand away from me, and she frowns and pouts. “You’re no fun,” she says, and I shrug as she walks away to the bathroom. Thank fuck.

I really don’t know how people endure relationships. The idea of having someone always around baffles me. My entire body shivers as I think soon I will have to share a house with a woman, and she will be constantly trying to get my attention. Don’t get me wrong. I am used to women throwing themselves at me. But I never do anything about it, and having to share a house with Sandrine is becoming my worst nightmare.

As soon as I finish the last touches on my suit, Vivian walks out of the bathroom looking like she just came out of an expensive hair salon, her makeup looking flawless and her outfit making her look like the most powerful woman in the world.

Vivian walks to me and stands next to me in front of the mirror as she retouches her red lipstick. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. “We would’ve made a beautiful couple if you weren’t so stubborn,” she says and I place my hands on her hips and pull her to me. Her ass pressed against my crotch and her back against my chest. Her hands rest on top of mine as her eyes meet mine through the reflection in the mirror.

“I am not stubborn, I know what I want, and I definitely know what I don’t want,” I tell her and her smile disappears as she stops rubbing her ass against my sleeping cock. What can I say? She is sexy but my cock only springs up when I desperately need release, and in all honesty, I can find better release by myself than I do between a woman’s leg.

“Who hurt you so much?” She asks, and I frown as I look at her. I never had a deep conversation with Vivian, and it sure as hell is not about to happen now.

“What?” I say and she smiles as she rests her arms on my shoulders. Vivian is tall for a woman and in her high heels, she is almost as tall as me. Her eyes line with my lips and she smirks.

“Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” She asks, and I take one step away from her. I don’t talk about my past with anyone. You either were there to witness it, or you didn’t. And if you were not there means you’re not important enough in my life for me to tell you my story.

“Get out,” I say as I slap her ass, making her jump as she squeals before she gives me a dirty look through the mirror and she walks out of my room. I take a deep breath as I sit on the edge of the bed, putting my shoes on.

I guess I never really believed in love, my grandmother was killed in a tragic car accident when my father was a child and he was raised by my grandfather who loved to parade women around and make them promises he never had any intention to fulfill and then I had my father. The man who cheated on my mother.

My phone rings as I walk out of the room and I answer it without looking at the name because I know exactly who it is. “Hey fucker, are you meeting us for breakfast?” Dash asks as soon as I answer. We had agreed to meet up for breakfast today, before my meeting with Frederick Sallow, Vivian’s husband. He contacted me last week saying he has a business opportunity I won’t be able to say no to. The thing is, I say no to business opportunities every day. People assume because I am ambitious, I would get involved in any business opportunity. But no. I am very calculating. I take my time studying the opportunity and making sure it’s viable.

“I can’t,” I say as I look at my watch. Vivian took longer to fuck off than I expected, and now I need to go straight to the office. Obviously, I am not about to tell Dash that. Vivian used to be the twins to go to when they needed an easy fuck in university. She always enjoyed spreading her legs to rich and powerful men, so the three of us were at the top of her list.

“Fuck you Hayes, it’s the second time this week you arrange the breakfast shit and then you don’t show up. What is going on? Wedding jitters?” He asks as he chuckles on the other side. If I didn’t love the twins as brothers, I sure as hell wouldn’t put up with their crap. The way they love to torment me is astonishing.

“I am not getting married today, you idiot,” I say as I press the button to my private elevator. I live in a penthouse on the Upper West Side. Shocker I know.

“Yeah, whatever. How’s the bride-to-be? Spoken to her today?” Dash asks and I take a deep breath as the elevator door opens and I step inside.

“Not hearing you properly, I’m in the elevator,” I say and he laughs on the other side.

“Stop lying,” he says, and I end the call. I am not in a good mood today, and having to deal with Dash and Jagger’s shit is not my priority. I have to say I am a little curious about my meeting with Frederick Sallow. The man is considered smart and knows his business, but trying to drag me into one seems reckless. He’s never really met me before.

The drive to my office is boring, and my mind keeps being tormented by Vivian’s words. “Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” You may say I am made of ice, but I prefer the term I am made of stone. After all, Ice melts. And I don’t think I will ever be capable of loving someone. I think there’s something broken in me.