A Bad Boy Billionaire

By: Heidi Hunter

Forbidden Alpha Male Romance

Tammy and the One Percent

Life is strange sometimes. You don't have to agree with me on that, of course, but if you stop and think about it for a while, there's a good chance you're going to agree with me when you work it out in your mind. I had money, resources and hope and yet I wasn't happy. Lack of sex also wasn't a problem. Once I had the money in place, the sex came naturally. No matter how much I had, I never felt fulfilled or complete. Every woman wanted something from me. Not all of them wanted money. Some wanted companionship. Some wanted me to act like their father. Some just wanted someone to laugh at so they could feel better about themselves.

I guess that wanting something is at the heart of any relationship. The best ones are give and take, but lately I've been doing more giving than taking. I'm not the only rich billionaire on the planet. I know this to be a fact. I meet with the others in a sort of support group every winter somewhere near the equator. I don't want to give out the location lest the Occupy crowd find us and demand justice for the 99%. It's not my fault a combination of talent, persistence and luck paid off for me. The world is what you make of it and I made it into something that made me money. Lots of money.

The feeling of security that money can provide was nice at first, but as I accumulated more and more wealth, I realized that it is, indeed, a “mo' money, mo' problems” kind of world. Listing those lyrics may give away my age, but I really don't care anymore. I know the rest of the 1% are not going to like that this collection of words is being published – especially as an ebook – but I feel the need to tell my story. Perhaps the telling of my tale is more about therapy for me than to give you peace of mind or contentment, but you might find that you can glean a lesson or two.

I should tell you right off that I'm not a prude. Sex is one of the most amazing things about being a human – that build up and eventual release and during the span of time it takes to get from point A to point B you can lose your sense of being. Soon after I made my first billion, I went on a sex bender, trying to experience as many women as I could. The money made this easy. Too easy. I was safe, of course. I didn't want any offspring at that time. Starting with that thought or memory is not a good idea, so let's get back to the sex.

Sexual intercourse is, of course, primarily based around the need to populate the planet with other humans. And yet beyond that, the feelings cause some men and women to go to great lengths in order to never leave the boundaries of pleasure. This is certainly fun for a while, but over time the act becomes routine and mundane. You find yourself needing more and more kink in order to achieve the same feelings – just like a drug addict. This is what happened to me.

As I said, after that first billion was built up and working toward building even more, I took some time off to travel the world and meet all types of women. Of everyone I met in the first six months of my sex adventures around the planet, Tammy was the one who stands out the most. I can never see her again or even contact her, but that is probably for the best. The last I heard she was in the Bermuda region selling hula skirts or something. She always had a con going.

I first met Tammy in Miami in the late 1980s. This was before cellphones were popular. I had one for all the cars I owned, but most people had to still call from their home, a payphone or see someone in person to actually communicate. Because of this, she really had to work hard to get in touch with me after hearing about me. She was tenacious, a very desirable quality in a woman. Now, I realize she had too much tenacity, but at the time she turned me on with how hard she worked to find me.

And when she did find me, I didn't give her instant satisfaction. I talked to her, took her out for a drink, then said I had to leave and gave her a hundred dollar bill for a cab ride home. Walking to my waiting limo, I felt on top of the world and knew that rushing out on her after all the word she had put into finding me would just cause her to want me even more. And I was right. She frantically showed up at one of my office buildings looking for me. I happened to be there at the time, which was strange, and another reason I took her so seriously in the beginning.

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