Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]

“So, apart from dad dying and ruining the family’s business, he has an unpaid debt?” 

Ava Sullivan’s eyes widened with disbelief as she sat across from her mother in their small dining room. The revelation was nothing short of astonishing, and it felt like a cruel twist of fate on top of their family’s existing hardships.

Ava, at the age of twenty-two, was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her long, curly black hair framed her face with captivating blue eyes, and her physique was undeniably alluring. 

With an hourglass figure, she boasted a naturally full-figured chest, curvaceous buttocks, a flat stomach and a tiny waist, all harmoniously complementing her stature, standing at a mere five feet and four inches. 

Her body was a source of pride and confidence, a testament to her genetics and perhaps a nod to her disciplined self-care routines.

She had grown up in a family of wealth and privilege, enjoying the comfort and security that such a life offered. However, the course of her life was abruptly altered by a dramatic and unfortunate turn of events.

Not too long ago, tragedy struck the Sullivan family as Ava’s father met a gruesome end, subjected to a savage beating at the hands of unidentified assailants he had become entangled with. 

He had once been the pillar of responsibility, a man who steered their family company towards prosperity and success. 

However, one day they discovered that he was into gambling to the point of obsession.

It was this all-consuming vice that ultimately led to his downfall. 

The poker tables and high stakes had ensnared him, and as the debts piled up, so did the danger he placed himself in.

His life ended. Just like that.

Now, Ava’s mother, Caroline, bore the grim task of delivering another blow to their already-struggling family. 

The news that her late husband had an insurmountable debt was like an anchor threatening to drag them all under.

What more does he want from them?

The Sullivan family’s reputation had already been destroyed.

Their once-flourishing company crumbled under bankruptcy, and even their mansion, a symbol of their past affluence, had been lost. 

They were left with nothing but a litany of troubles, and now this crushing debt threatened to bury them deeper.

Caroline Sullivan, her mom, carried the weight of these troubles on her shoulders.

“I’m at a loss, darling, but the only way out seems to be working myself into the ground to pay off this debt,” Caroline admitted, her voice heavy with exhaustion and despair.

Ava regarded her mother with a mix of sympathy and concern, leaning forward as she inquired, “How much do we owe, Mom? Can the restaurant even handle a debt like this?”

Caroline blinked, her eyes filled with the weight of an unthinkable burden, and then softly confessed, “It’s an exorbitant sum, Ava. We’re facing a staggering fifty million dollars in debt.”

Ava gasped in shock. “Jesus! Fifty million?! Mom, that’s unimaginable! How did this happen?”

“It’s an amount that’s beyond our means, Ava,” her mother replied, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “That’s why I’m going to attempt to reason with him, to plead for more time to repay.”

Ava’s brow furrowed in anxiety. “And who exactly is this person, Mom?”

“Travis Vanderbilt,” Caroline’s response came with a deep exhalation, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear, “He’s the one we owe this colossal debt to, and confronting him will be the most difficult part.”

Ava’s eyes widened as the name hit her ears like a bolt of lightning. Travis Vanderbilt, the man who owned the Diamond Group, a powerful and wealthy bachelor who embodied every woman’s wildest fantasies.

There was no denying it. Ava was one of those women who had, more than once, indulged in sensual daydreams about him.

In the privacy of her thoughts, she had conjured up images of him, his figure tall and statuesque, his handsome features gracing the pages of her imagination.

She hadn’t even laid eyes on him in real life, but that hadn’t stopped her from conjuring vivid mental scenarios that left her in a state of arousal more than once. 

Just the mere thought of him had led her to explore herself intimately in private.

He was the embodiment of desire, the blueprint of a man that girls dreamed of and boys envied. 

Towering and good-looking, with a pair of icy blue eyes that could freeze anyone in their tracks, broad shoulders that bespoke strength and charisma, and a mane of dirty blonde hair, meticulously coiffed to perfection. 

Travis Vanderbilt was the ideal male specimen, and Ava, like so many others, found herself yearning for him, even though the idea of being with him was more like a far-off daze.

Ava was briefly jolted from her day dreaming, mentally smacking herself as she realized the inappropriateness of her fantasies in such a difficult moment.

But then an audacious thought unfurled in Ava’s mind. “What if, Mom, I go to him tomorrow? I could approach him, talk to him, maybe even beg for an audience.”

Caroline’s eyes lit up with hope, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, Ava, please do that. Plead with him to grant us an opportunity, to extend the time we have to repay our debt, okay?”

Ava responded with a nod, a smile gracing her lips as she contemplated the extraordinary prospect of meeting Travis Vanderbilt.

The mere possibility of seeing him in the flesh was enough to send ripples of desire through her core.

Her fervid fantasies about this man were, in all likelihood, unattainable dreams, but a chance to lay eyes on him in person would be a feast.

Just the thought of his face, hearing his voice, was sufficient to make her moist between her thighs and the electricity of anticipation coursed through her body.

She was aware of the age-old caution, ‘never meet your heroes,’ yet she couldn’t suppress the longing to witness this charismatic man up close, to ascertain if the attraction that had fueled her desires for so long would hold true.

As they concluded their meal, Ava couldn’t help but pray that this meeting would hold the potential to change her family’s future. 

She hoped, with every fiber of her being, that Travis Vanderbilt was not as unyielding as the media might portray him. 

She hoped he would be the savior they so desperately needed.