Dark Justice by Kristi Belcamino (smallest ebook reader .txt) 📗

Fuck.

At first, having willing women throw themselves at him had been exciting. But now he craved more of a challenge. Not that the woman wasn’t delectable. She would probably be sensational in bed, but he was over sensational. He wanted someone who would challenge him intellectually as well. He sighed. That was tougher to find.

For the past year, he’d found just that with Merilee Conley.

A beautiful black woman with as much power, if not more, than he had. And to make it even more enticing, she was kind and just and fun to be around.

But best of all, she was his equal. A powerful state Attorney General whose brain turned him on as much as the playboy body she hid under tailored suits. But her career was more important than their relationship, and they’d broken it off when she relocated to Sacramento.

As he thought about her, he realized this woman in front of him was still talking. He focused back on the conversation. “Thank you for letting me know. But I fear you give me more credit that I deserve,” he said, smoothly. “It’s stories like this that motivate me to keep up the fight. I’m sorry but I have a pressing engagement, so I really must go.”

On cue by his words, the bodyguards took over, moving her away and clearing a path for him to continue his getting-longer-by-the-minute walk to the car. He heard the woman saying in a last-ditch effort. “I work for the county if you ever want to talk more or need a volunteer on your campaign.”

He tried to ignore it. She was tempting, but she’d end up hurt. He could never see her as more than a brief night of pleasure. He was tired of letting women down gently. He was always honest with them—telling them up front in his very diplomatic way that essentially he was only there for the one-time sex, but still they held out hopes that they would be the one to change him.”

He sighed. If only, he could meet someone who was his equal. A woman who didn’t need a man. A woman who simply wanted a man and took one when she wanted.

Despite himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who had walked by. He bet she didn’t need a man.

“Sir, we’re running late.”

“Clear the way.”

On his words, the bodyguards spoke into their cell phones, and within seconds, TSA agents and police officers had cleared a path for him to sweep through the crowded airport.

If that wasn’t power, he didn’t know what was. He tried not to let it go to his head as he walked straight past the luggage carousels and stepped out onto the sidewalk, where his driver opened his car door.

Another bodyguard would gather the luggage and follow in another car.

He leaned his head on the headrest and closed his eyes.

He had to find out who that woman was.

He wanted her.

And whatever he wanted, he got.

Three

Charles Wellington winked as he jogged by the older woman walking her dog. She giggled like a schoolgirl. He had that effect on people.

Men, women, boys, girls, small dogs. They all loved him.

Even now, in Lululemon jogging shorts with sweat pouring down his face.

Only four more blocks until he reached his Pacific Heights home and then he could take a long, hot shower.

Sweating disgusted him. But having the body he did was worth the disgusting smell and slickness that came with keeping in top form.

So, each day he ran, morning and night. And each day he worked out, lifting the barbell until his muscles strained and popped. He’d stare at himself in the mirror sometimes, admiring his muscle tone. No wonder everyone wanted to fuck him.

He had never been the smartest guy around, but he knew how to make the most of what he was given. And from a young age, he knew his biggest asset was his body and good looks. He had thick dirty blonde hair and big puppy-brown eyes that made him look innocent, especially when he was between someone’s legs and looked up, fluttering his long black eyelashes. Instant orgasm.

His father had taught him to make the most of what God had given him. He’d said, “Son, we need to do the best with what we’ve been given.”

But his father, dumb old fool, had also encouraged him to settle for a small, simple life.

Maybe that had been okay for his parents, but as soon as he got a taste of the good life, he never looked back.

His poor father must be rolling over in the grave since he died knowing that part of the good life that Charles lived involved putting another man’s cock in his mouth. Too bad. Didn’t dear old Dad realize he’d made him that way? When Charles had been caught having gay sex to pay for his prom date, his father had kicked him out of the house.

At that point in his life, having sex for money was the only thing that kept Charles alive.

It wasn’t his favorite thing, but selling his body had paid the bills. It was how he lived in this mansion with the indoor pool and elevator. It was how he would become filthy rich.

It never meant that he had lost the desire to taste the sweetness of a woman.

And he must have matured, because there was only one woman he wanted. He wanted her so bad he would crawl inside her skin and be her if he had the chance.

She was intoxicating.

And glory of glories, she loved him back. With a furious passion he hadn’t known existed. And it was all for him.

If he did as she wanted.

And if he could bide his time.

Because she had dreams as big as his.

And making them come true would not be easy. But together they could do it.

When they were together, they could do anything.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and ran up the last few lights of stairs. No reason to wimp