PART 2: The Media
***SATURDAY***
Last night's blowjob had been alright. Nicole was enthusiastic, but clearly she was a novice. I spent half the time trying to avoid her teeth. And when I came, despite my warning, she choked and wasn't able to swallow anything.
But if at first you don't succeed... And so I awoke this morning to find Nicole's head bobbing up and down my morning wood. She smiled around my cock and then went back to focusing on me. For some reason... she was a LOT better this time around. No teeth, great suction, and now she was getting her hands into the pumping motion.
Three minutes later, I was clutching her head in my hands and I moaned in warning, "Nicole!!!"
She was prepared this time, and as the first jet hit the back of her throat she was swallowing quickly.
When we were done, this vivacious young woman was leaning over me and kissing me hello. I could taste the slight saltiness in her mouth, but she had to deal with my morning breath, which I'm sure tasted a hell of a lot worse.
"Good morning!" she bubbled. And I held her close in my arms.
We lay there, enjoying the warmth of the bed for several long minutes and saying nothing. The only sounds were purrs of contentment from both of us. And just when it seemed like we would finally wake up and get started with our days, Nicole picked her head up and stared at me, her hazel eyes bright and sharp at the same time. "I have to warn you... I'm really falling for you..."
I smiled and kissed her nose while stroking her hair. "The feeling is mutual."
She pressed her lips to mine again happily, and then rolled off to the side, stretching out. "Isn't saying that supposed to be the fastest thing that kills a relationship? Frightening people away?"
"Ordinarily, I'd agree with you. But that's only if your feelings are stronger than they can handle, or if the sentiment is not returned." I turned and held her once again, this time with my head on her chest. "But my feelings are just as strong as yours, I think."
"I never knew falling in love would ACTUALLY feel this great."
"Me, neither..." I sighed.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. And so after Nicole fixed us a quick breakfast, it was time I should go.
I'd called my driver to come get me. And when he called up to let me know he was out front, I kissed Nicole goodbye. "I'll call you tonight."
"Promise?"
"Absolutely."
I floated on Cloud 9 the whole way back to my new apartment.
***
Cassandra greeted me when I arrived home. "Good morning, Jonathan."
Ooh, I loved her Aussie accent when she said my name. I smiled back at her and then headed to my room to clean up. My butler and housekeeper, Edward and Dorothy, were in the kitchen, and they nodded to me in greetings as I passed. It was going to take me a while to get used to having live-in staff in my home.
Fortunately, my personal quarters were spacious enough to live in if I wanted privacy. Heck, my bedroom alone was almost as big as my old apartment had been. And as I wandered around this place I'd only seen last night, I felt like I was in a luxurious hotel, not my own bedroom.
As I basked in the warm torrent of water pouring out of the multiple shower heads surrounding my body, I thought back on my life. I was enjoying the most heavenly shower I'd ever felt in my life. I had a palace for a home and more money than I could ever count or spend in my lifetime. I no longer had to work nor ever worry about financial security for the rest of my life. And best of all, I had a budding new relationship and the love of a pretty young woman.
Everything in my life was absolutely perfect. All I had to do was accept and enjoy it, pursue whatever my heart desired for the rest of time. All the things I wanted to do before I turned 30, all the business ideas I didn't have the capital to put in motion, they were mine to pursue.
I spent the rest of the day exploring my new home. Cassandra and I spent two hours talking about redecoration ideas. She'd done a marvelous job doing a mild redesign within the one day she had. But we could still come in, change paint colors, and add a few personal elements to really make the place mine.
Dorothy made a fantastic lunch, and I invited all four of us to sit together and get to know one another. Edward and Dorothy made a very cute older couple, and seemed to have had a very long and happy marriage together. I found myself wondering if Nicole and I would end up like them.
By the mid-afternoon, I wanted to relax and start planning my evening date with Nicole tonight. So I puttered around for an hour making romantic arrangements and ordering flowers and booking carriage rides. We'd done the simple dinner thing last night. Now I wanted to open things up. I was a billionaire now. I had to dream big. With money as no object, I could plan the most outrageous date possible.
I made the phone calls myself. Sure, I could have had Cassandra make all the arrangements for me. But somehow asking a beautiful woman to plan a date for another woman just didn't seem right.
Once I was done with my date planning, I wanted to chill out for a couple of hours. Within the area of my private quarters was a separate sitting room, my own little entertainment center if you will, which I continually referred to as my private lounge. And so clad in my boxers and a plush bathrobe, I sunk into the comfort of my overstuffed new couch and grabbed the remote.
While I flipped through the channels on my new huge screen TV, I hit the intercom and asked if Dorothy could make me a smoothie.
"With pleasure, sir," the sweet woman replied. I could get to like this life.
As I scrolled down the channel guide, one entry caught my attention. It was the Weekend Edition of Celebrity Sightings. On impulse I hit SELECT and let my brain turn itself off as the latest Brangelina sighting was reported in breathless detail by a familiar young anchorwoman.
Two minutes later, the next segment came on.
"Oh, they did NOT," I blurted.
But of course, they did. And I should have expected it.
This time, the photo was of Taylor and me walking down the street together on Thursday, followed by a montage of other shots at different apartment buildings. The female reporter gushed about how the new 'it' couple of Manhattan, Jonathan Kwong and Taylor Brynn, were house hunting together. They made it seem like we were a deeply intimate couple, all alone. Our real estate agent and Cassandra, of course, weren't in any of the photos.
I just stared mutely at the screen, the next segment moved on to show Taylor and I having sushi together while Taylor was patting my back. I remembered how I'd been choking a bit after a particularly racy comment she'd made. But the still photograph made it look like she was caressing me.
The next photo had Taylor leaving my building on Friday morning while the anchorwoman gushed about how Taylor had spent another intimate night with me...
"... and then leaving yesterday morning." But the juicy part was still to come. "And THEN... later that same night, we found Jonathan Kwong out on the town with a new leading lady."
The next series of photos showed me helping Nicole into a cab outside her apartment building and then our dinner at a romantic Italian eatery. Somewhere in New York, a woman was yelling to her friend "I TOLD you that was Jonathan Kwong!" The final shot was of me getting into my Maybach just this morning. "Why would a man of Jonathan's financial means be taking a cab on a date? Perhaps he was trying to sneak out without being noticed?"
