Losing control

ADAM'S POV

It was two days after I had arrived from France, and I was still as tired as hell.

After the phone call with Eve's supposed husband, I blocked his contact.

Not out of fear of his threats. Hilarious. I may sound like an asshole, but after hearing his voice over the phone, I was pretty sure he was a wimp. I doubted he could take me on. And if he could, there was no doubt I would whoop his ass.

I sat in the boardroom, at the head of a long ass table, surrounded by the members of the media team. One of them stood by a wall, pointing at a projected slide and yammering about choosing a model to help advertise the new hotel that was currently being built. It would be finished soon, and they couldn't wait to publicize it already.

Well, I could wait.

What was the rush? There were a lot of other projects to deal with. Buildings needed management. And management meant money. I had a quota I wanted to meet by the end of the year.

I'd just attended the meeting to give my head some breathing space. I had worked hard and raised the Stone Foundation from the ground, high up. And I had to keep doing so because I couldn't afford to fall. I would make sure that never happened. Again.

And if my mother wanted what was best for me, she would quit her campaign on me getting married. Because it would not happen.

It had been three days since I arrived in New York.

Three days since my mother had arrived in my home and made it her domain. I had woken up to the smell of bacon and eggs that morning. And while I was happy to see my mother and eat her cooking, I still got mad.

She was supposed to be resting! Not cooking me meals and running around the house. I could get a maid or my secretary to do all that shit. If I could, I would tie her down to her bed and have someone do every  single thing for her.

Hell, that did not sound like a bad idea, I thought with a chuckle. What was the worst that could happen? She wouldn't be able to move, not to mention, hit my head in anger like she usually did.

But she could talk Anabelle into setting her free, though. I suppose that would put a setback to my plans. Mother would have a fit and would proceed to disown me the minute she was free.

I chuckled again, earning looks from my employees.

"Sir?" The presenter paused, looking at me with wide eyes. On the screen was a woman whom I presumed to be a model dressed in the most flighty dress ever. She looked more like a hooker than a model.

"Find new models," I grunted.

"These are top quality models -"

I shrugged and motioned to the presenter to continue. I had exactly seventeen minutes left to spend in this meeting. Seventeen minutes to take a micro nap.

While the presenter yammered on and on, I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to wander as they had in the past few days, to the one person I had sworn to myself I wouldn't think about.

I could see her sprawled against my bed again, hands holding up her thighs baring her pussy right before me.

Fuck!

It was pink. Pink and puffy and wet. They suited her pale skin so well. So  perfect. My mouth watered at the memory and

I growled low in my throat, feeling both antsy and satisfied. I wanted to make her mine. I ached to make her my submissive. She was so  perfect, she would take it all like a good girl.

Ah hell! This was madness. One would think I ought to have gotten over her by now. She was just a one night stand. Just a damned one night stand! Why the hell was I so invested in her?

If I didn't think about her, I got antsy. When I thought about her, I got even more antsy. And the constant reminder that she was another man's woman rang through my head, driving me crazy as fuck.

The thought of another man, taking her perfect tits in his mouth, those pink nubs, hard and ready to be taken. Oh it drove me mad. I imagined punching the daylights out of his face a gazillion times. And then I hated myself for imagining that.

Focus, Adam, Focus.

I opened my eyes, chanting the mantra in my head. This addiction to a woman I had only fucked for one night, it was maddening.

The meeting lasted longer than the seventeen minutes I had planned, thanks to the dunderheads trying to re-pitch an old idea I had shut down. It had taken threatening them with their jobs before they scrambled out of the room.

The rest of the day passed with one meeting after another and by seven that night, I found myself driving to one of my clubs in New York. I wasn't ready to go home to face my mother who kept waving the marriage flag in my face.

And I needed to get the damned edge off. I needed alcohol and a willing woman . A very, willing woman.

"You're at the Dom club?" My best friend's voice reached my ears as I settled at the bar. The bartender tipped his head in my direction and I nodded.

"Yes," I replied, gripping the phone tighter against my ears. "Thought I'd get a bit shit faced tonight."

"Why?" He sounded intrigued. "Something good happened?"

"Nah," I sighed, looking around the club.

It was the very first club I had owned. The very first I had created with my best friend. It had started as a mere idea, something two dumb college students had cooked up into reality.  I felt quite proud about it.

But it wasn't the same without him around.

"When are you coming back?" I asked, dragging a hand through my hair.

The club was getting busier, people trooped in and out and the music grew louder with each passing minute. I had to find a woman before everyone took to the dance floor.

The bartender slid me a glass, gave a bow and went on to address other customers.

"Oh I don't know, things will take a while here," he replied and I groaned.

"That  sucks,"

"Something's going on isn't it?" He teased me. "You're being all touchy,"

"I'm not touchy, asshole," I snapped and he cackled like a damned wizard.

"Yeah sure," He taunted. "Enjoy the club, will ya?"

"Fuck you, Micheal!" I said, grinning widely.

"Fuck you too Adam," He retorted and ended the call.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and chugged my drink down in one gulp. Now that that was settled, I had to find my prey. I scanned the area and my eyes fell on a certain blonde. She had come in earlier with a group of friends but it seemed they had all paired up and she was left alone.

Either that or they had left her alone on purpose so she could get some. I scanned her outfit and hummed in satisfaction. She had a rather nice body. Her breasts were perky, but didn't seem as round and Eve's. Her hips were just right.  She wasn't Eve, but she would do nicely.

Dropping my empty glass, I rose to my feet and approached her. Might as well get tonight over with.

Whatever happened after I talked to the Blondie, I couldn't  remember. We talked a bit I supposed and she had all but jumped into my arms when I asked her if she would like to spend the night with me.

But for some reason, I couldn't  feel anything.

Even now as I watched her get on her knees, prying at my zipper, her liquid dark eyes, staring up at me excitedly, I couldn't feel shit. All I could think about was Eve.

I hadn't felt Eve's lips around my cock yet. I should have taken her up on her offer when she suggested it. Fuck, I would have  loved to see her choke all over my cock. Her full lips wrapped around my pulsing shaft, milking me dry.

I felt a hot tongue run across my shaft, waking me from my reverie and my boner  died when I opened my eyes. I couldn't do this. Not with another woman. I wanted Eve.

Hell! This was not a good sign.

I pulled away from the eager Blondie and shook my head. "I apologize, I cannot go on with this,"

Her eyes widened and she pouted. "What's wrong? You don't like me?"

I shook my head. If I was in my right senses, she would do just fine. Her hips were wide enough to take a good old hard fuck, but I was too  wrapped up in another woman to appreciate her. It would be too damned sickening to take her like that.

To take her while thinking about Eve.

Without a word, I turned around and walked out of the room, angry at myself and angry at Eve for putting me under a  spell!

I was a man of control! I never lost control. So why the fuck was I losing control when it came to a woman I had only met once?!