The Dating Games (Dating Games Complete Box Set Series) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

Devon pulled into the 'All-Day-Strip-Club' reading the sign that was glowing orange already he knew that it was early for him to be going out and enjoying himself. Trying not to have a care in the world, he was going to try and forget about what Jasmine had said to him, he was going to try and forget about the rejected feeling he had deep in his soul.

              He knew that since he had been rejected, that it was going to be easy to find a woman and just have his time with her in a private room that he paid good money for. He had his own room that he went into and he even had a key to it. He never knew what kind of stripper that he was going to get, and that was the fun of it.

              He pulled the door open to the low, soft, lights on the catwalk. There was already a woman on the stage in just her black thongs and bra. She looked good but not good enough for him as he watched the men drinking and drooling over her.

              Devon made his way to his room without being noticed and he knew that he had been lucky. There were a lot of strippers that wanted to perform for him and he just wasn't in the mood to have women flocking over him. He didn't need to go through all that, he just wanted his drinks and a woman to entertain him.

              Devon took the key out of his pocket and opened room one where he always went. He opened the door and shut it, locking it behind him as he made his way to the mini-bar across the room.

              Devon loved how soft the couch was. He had even brought a bed in just for himself knowing that he was going to have a good time with the stripper in the end, and he had to make sure that they were both comfortable.

              The seats in the room were heated and that was another good thing that he liked. On cold days, he was able to warm himself even if he didn't have a stripper in there with him.

              Before he sat down in his favorite chair that reclined back, he stripped his clothing off so that he could be ready. He knew that the strippers loved it when they walked in through the side door and saw him completely naked. They knew when they saw him like that they were going to have the time of their lives.

              Sitting down in his chair, there was a button on the side of it to let the stripper know that he was ready. The light buzzing noise coming from the back when the strippers were about to go on the catwalk, one of them would come in through the side door, sometimes out of breath to beat out the others in hopes that they were the one who was going to dance for him and have him wrap his arms around them in the end.

              Devon almost choked on his drink when the side door opened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he could see the shocked look on the woman's face as well.

              “This is my first day here,” Erica's familiar voice told him, blushing because she didn't want him to think that she had been working there long.

              Devon nodded his head, his throat was dry even though he had just drunk down his scotch like there was no tomorrow.

              Erica was looking good in her red, see-through bra and her matching thong. He closed his eyes for just a moment. He didn't know why Jasmine was still in the back of his mind at that moment, he wasn't going to feel guilty, not this time around.

              Erica looked at his cock that was soft and knew that she could make it hard in seconds as the sensual music began playing.

              Erica went to the pole that was right in front of him and began rubbing her hands up and down it. Rubbing her body on it she pressed her pussy and tits against the pole. Keeping her eyes on him and seeing a smile on his face, she knew that she was doing something right for him. His legs were spread and she could see that his cock was only getting hard a little bit, so she kept the frown off her face knowing she could do better than sliding her body up and down the pole for him.

              Erica took herself off the pole after fifteen minutes of showing him that she could use the pole sexually. She made her way to him and climbed up onto him, spreading her legs as she was getting ready to stand, she began swaying her hips back and forth, showing off her pussy to him. She then felt his hands come around to her ass. He spanked her hard and heard her cry out loud with pleasure.

              This time it was going to be different between the two of them, neither one of them had to be quiet with each other like they had been that morning, but he knew right away that nothing was going to happen between them in the future. He wasn't going to settle down with a stripper, that was not what he had in mind.

              “I'm going to be that naughty girl that you wanted to see in the dressing room,” Erica whispered in his ear.

              “Mmm, I sure hope so.” He winked at her, bringing his mouth closer to her pussy and blowing softly through the see-through thong that she was wearing, knowing that his teasing was turning her on more and more as he looked up and saw her nipples showing their hardness for him. They were fat and a little longer than what he had remembered in the dressing room.

              She got off of him and turned around, showing him the ass that he had fucked earlier. He spanked her again and she giggled for him as she began giving him a lap dance, pushing her ass into his face, he couldn't help but keep thinking about Jasmine and he felt as if he was doing something wrong. It was the only woman that he could think of.

              He sighed heavily and pushed her away from him gently as he saw his clothing on the floor when he got up from the chair he bent down to pick them up. He knew that he had gone to the wrong place, knew that he just should have gone to George's bar and had a few drinks. There, with no one to bother him that early in the afternoon.

              “Do you not like what I'm doing?” Erica whined at him, biting down on her lip as if she was going to cry.

              “It's nothing like that, it's not you, believe me.” He looked down at his cock that was harder than a rock, and he knew that his cock was blaming him for not drilling her while she was right there in front of him.

              “Anything that's on your mind, sweetie? I can take it away. Come on, where's that man that was in the dressing room with me?” Erica asked him, going over to him and facing him they were eye-to-eye as she brought one of her tits out of her bra.

              Devon's hands were shaking, he wanted to have her tits pushed into his mouth. Wanted to suckle them, but he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. His body was weak seeing her tit and watching her slowly slide off her panties to show off the pussy that he so badly wanted to eat.

              “Don't you want all of this, Mr. Sager? I can see it in your eyes, just let everything go and please yourself for a change,” Erica moaned to him, sitting down on the couch and slowly laying herself down to show him what she had to offer him.

              Devon would have left; he would've just put his clothing back on if she hadn't done her next move. When she brought one of her legs up over the back of the couch he couldn't take it anymore. He could see her pussy glistening with wetness and he felt his cock flex for her. He felt his cock leading him to her as he slowly took the steps moving towards the couch.

              “That's right come see me, let me make you feel better,” Erica murmured as she gave him a sexy smile, taking her other tit out of her bra, she jiggled them in her hands as he brought himself between her legs.

              He wasn't going to change who he was unless Jasmine wanted him, until she told him that she wanted to date him, he wasn't going to wait. He was going to follow his routine like he had been. Those were his thoughts as he brought his hands to her pussy lips and looked at her hole. Grunting, he brought his face down to her pussy and buried his tongue deep inside of her, feeling her fat clit getting fatter as she pressed it against his face. She brought her hands to the back of his head, pressing his face against her pussy even more. Wanting him to smell just how good her pussy was and it was getting wetter and wetter for him as he wiggled his tongue inside of her. He licked and darted his tongue back and forth quickly as she began grabbing her tits so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

              “Fuck, you have such an eager tongue. Push it in baby! Make my pussy cum for you! I want you, fucking Christ I want you!” Erica hollered out to him as she began grinding her pussy into his face harder and harder.

              Erica gasped and whimpered, begged and pleaded with him as her pussy was getting ready to cum for him. When he felt her body shaking, he didn't have to know verbally that she was getting ready to cum. He felt it dripping into his mouth and he licked up every drop of her juices that she was so willing to give to him.

              “I wouldn't mind having you lick my pussy again. God you drive me crazy,” Erica stated trying to catch her breath, but she was smiling nonetheless.

              Erica saw the look on his face again, the one that she had seen just as he was getting his clothes together.

              “There's no way you're leaving here until I please your hard cock.” She shook her head, watching him sit up and look at her as if he didn't even know of her.

              Erica got on top of him and slammed her pussy down onto his cock, she pushed both of her tits against his mouth and he eagerly sucked on them as he closed his eyes. He envisioned doing all of this to Jasmine, if she would only let him. He pretended that his cock was so deep inside of her and when Erica hollered out his name, he pretended that it was Jasmine's voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jasmine's face with a smile on it as she began riding his cock harder and faster. Thinking about Jasmine put a smile on his face, wishing she was there on top of him was making his heart ache for her.

              “Such a hard fucking cock inside of me!” Erica threw her head back as she tightened her hold around the back of his neck, she had pulled her tit out of his mouth roughly but she didn't care, it just added to the pleasure.

              What had made him cum quickly was Erica grinding her pussy against him and with Jasmine on his mind, he forgot to pull out, he forgot to cum on the outside of her pussy and for those few minutes that she kept riding his cock, making him cum harder and harder for her, he didn't care. He didn't care at all that his cock was filling her pussy; he was so obsessed with Jasmine now that he pictured cumming inside of her and having his seed inside her hot pussy.

              It wasn't until after his cock was done filling Erica that he had realized what he had done. He pushed her off of him without smiling at her and he got off the couch himself as he quickly went for his clothes.

              “You don't have to worry about what just happened, I'm protected through and through. I can't have any kids. I made sure that when I was twenty-one that I got myself the surgery, I don't want kids not with the lifestyle I live,” Erica told him, knowing that was the problem he was having with himself.

              “Well that's good to know.” He gave her a smile, sighing with relief that he didn't have to worry about a woman coming to him and telling him that she was having his baby, that was the thing that he had feared the most when it came to the women that were coming in and out of his life.

              “I can't wait for our date on Friday now. I know what you like and I think that I'm going to have a hot surprise for you after the cameras go off.” Erica giggled, watching a small smirk come to his face.

              It was nothing like he had on his face earlier that morning, and she had a feeling that she wasn't going to be picked at the end of the show, but she was having fun anyways and to see him here was just out of pure luck because it was her first day and it had been her second lap dance of the day.

              Devon took out his wallet before he put his pants on and drew out four one hundred dollar bills. Seeing that her bra was still on and her tits were still hanging out, he put the money between her tits, giving her a bigger smile than the last time.

              “Thank you for pleasuring me. I needed that today more than you know. And to know that it was you was shocking, but I hope that you had a good time nonetheless as well,” Devon stated, putting his clothing on and watching her as she went into the bathroom to take a hot shower before going out on the catwalk herself.

              Erica had a huge smile on her face as the hot water touched her body, she had put the money on the counter as she got undressed. The second the hot water touched her, she moaned from the heat. Cleaning herself up as quickly as she could, knowing that she was going to be called out for the men that were just waiting for fresh meat.

As soon as Devon got out of the shower at his mansion, he saw that he was going to make sure that he stayed in the rest of the night because he wasn't going to get himself into any more trouble. He checked his cell phone to see if there were any missed calls and he looked at it sadly because he didn't have any calls from Jasmine like he had hoped that there would be.

              Looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that he couldn't deny what he had done at the strip club but he had to remind himself over and over again that she didn't want him, that she had rejected him for one reason or another. Things that were going on in her life and he wasn't about to sound desperate, and he wasn't going to ask. If she wanted to open up to him, she would open up to him in time and that's all there was to it.

              “Jasmine, why did you say no to me? Why did you tell me that you weren't ready to date yet? There has to have been something going on with you. Whether it's now or happened in the past that you feel you can't talk about it.” He groaned, turning away from the mirror because he didn't want to look into those guilty eyes that looked back at him.

              He looked at the clock in the hallway and saw that it was only four in the evening. He didn't know what to do with his time, but he knew that it was dinnertime. Whenever he was home it was always dinnertime around four. He liked to make sure that his help could have an early night every night, unless he was entertaining many guests which didn't happen often. Maybe on the holidays, but there weren't too many people that he knew or trusted enough to come into his house. He didn't have much for family. His mother and father had died just weeks apart from each other, and he still visited them often. He was the only child and his father had taught him about how to start a business when he was young.

              For the first time during that day, he had a smile on his face that was genuine. It was because he had thought about his parents. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

              He sat down in the kitchen, thinking it was time to change the kitchen a little. There was a cutting board solely for meats to be cut up and another one beside it for vegetables. He saw the crystal chandelier and he wished the sun was shining through because he loved the rainbow colors it made when the sun was shining on it.

              “You look like you just lost your best friend,” his maid Heather told him. She was a young woman who loved making sure that he was all set. No matter what little thing that he wanted, she was right there giving it to him.

              He knew that Heather liked him, she had dark brown hair and light blue eyes, and she wore tight clothing, suits that showed off her body. He knew it was for him, even though she didn't come right out and say it.

              Devon couldn't deny that she was pretty and there had been a few times he thought about making a move on her when he didn't have any women for a while, but he set his head straight and knew it wasn't good to be messing with the help, even if it meant nothing to him. He knew that it would mean something to her and he wasn't going to string her along like that. There was no way that he could do that to her knowing that she was the best help that he had, had in a long time. He could trust her and that was the best thing that could happen to him when it came to allowing people into his house.

              “Not really.” He shook his head, watching as she set a bowl of lobster drowning in butter for him.

              Devon could see that it was really hot just because of the steam coming off of it, and he was going to wait a few minutes before he dug in if he decided to at all. He found that he wasn't hungry even though seafood was his favorite food of all time.

              “Do you want to talk about it?” Heather sat down, feeling bad for him and waiting for him to talk to her.

              “Today was the first day in my life that a woman has rejected me. The dating show, I asked her to fill out the form and get into it. Even told her that I would pick her, and she declined. I think that I really like her. When it comes to different women, I still see her and picture her with me,” Devon told her honestly.

              He looked at her and saw the brightness in her eyes slowly fading, she thought that he would want her after a few years of working for him. She had tried to get him to really notice her and she knew that she had failed when he talked about a woman that he was actually having feelings for.

              There was a silence before Heather sighed, she knew that they were friends, so she was going to give him friendly advice.

              “The only thing that I can tell you is, if you really like this woman then you need to show her, you need to go to great lengths that you've never gone through before. Don't give up on her but don't give up your life either. She will come around when she sees that you really want to spend the time with her—real time,” Heather stated. She had to think before she spoke, even though she felt her heart breaking on the inside, she didn't want to ruin the friendship that they had after three years.

              “Thank you, you've always been the smart one. I've thought of that too, myself. I think that your rubbing off on me. I'm really glad that we are friends and that I can come to you about anything.” Devon reached over and gave her a hug before he sat back down.

              Devon looked at the food in front of him and pushed the bowl away, he knew that he wasn't hungry. He felt his stomach knotting up, knowing what he had done and that was making him feel worse that he had gone to the strip club. He knew that he shouldn't have gone, but he still did. Thinking about Friday, he had to go through with it, he already chose who he wanted to go on a date with, he just had to pick the place now. He had to be ready for the cameras, he had to put on a good show for the audience even though the feelings he had were fake already with Erica, he had to make sure to spice things up because if he didn't, then Ken wasn't going to be happy with him.

              “You're not going to eat?” Heather asked, looking a little disappointed. She knew how much he liked lobster and since he hadn't been home at all in the past few days, she wanted to make him happy and she knew that was one way to do it.

              “I'm feeling bad about what I've done. She rejected me and I went out drinking at the strip club.” That was all Devon had to say.

              Heather knew what he did at the strip club, knew that he had his own room there. A few times he had bragged about it, and she would only shake her head and laugh at him.

              “You can't feel guilty about not putting your life on hold, you know that as well as I do. I know that Jasmine is probably living her life the way she had before she even met you. You can't be blamed for having a good time.” Heather pointed a finger at him.

              Devon didn't say anything to her and Heather knew that she had never seen him like this over a woman before. Heather knew that this was a different side of him that she had never seen before. Since she started working for him three years ago, he had women coming and going. He told her that he would never settle down because he would never find the right woman to fall in love with. She had a feeling that he was already in love with her and that was the problem with him. He had to have some kind of feelings for the woman he was talking about, or else he wouldn't feel bad about being rejected.              

              Heather felt bad that she couldn't help him further as she took the bowl of lobster away from him, dumped the butter down the sink, and threw the rest in the trash. Seeing that lobster go to waste was something she had done, only if Devon didn't finish because he couldn't. He didn't like being wasteful but as she watched him get up from the table and head up the stairs to his room, she felt like crying for him.

              She secretly liked him a lot, but she knew that she would never have him, not even when he was lonely like he was right then. She knew that even if they did have sex, it wouldn't mean anything to him and she would be more hurt than she was now.

              The one thing that she could respect him for was that no matter who he slept with they knew that he wasn't serious about a relationship from the start. There had been only one woman that he had spent a few years with just to find out that she wasn't even in love with him. She was in love with what he could do for her.

              Heather had seen how hurt he had been when he came home and found that his girlfriend’s things were gone. Heather had tried convincing her to stay until she had told her that the only reason she was with Devon was because of his money, and she had found someone else that she was interested in. The woman didn't have the nerve to tell him that she was done with him. The only way he had known was when he saw that the clothing from her closet were gone. He saw an empty closet and all of her things were out of the bedroom long before he got home that day.

              “God help you with this one. If she's that special I really hope she treats you well,” Heather murmured to herself, getting ready to clean off the stove and get busy cleaning up her mess before she headed to bed herself.

              Heather heard the rain hit against the windows and looked over her shoulder. The weather man had said that it was going to be a windy, rainy night and the only thing that Heather could think about was getting into bed and reading a good book while the storm raged outside. One of the things that she loved was hearing the rain hit off the windows, hearing the wind howling as if was the wolf from
The Three Little Pigs.
The wind would fall once again, blowing the house down. Heather laughed at the thought and quickly finished her chores before she went to her quarters on the other side of the house.

              Jasmine woke up around midnight that night, the wind was howling and for the first night since she could remember, she hadn't heard any fighting. The apartment building was quiet and she wondered if the two had finally moved out to bother someone else. She sighed knowing that she couldn't be that lucky.

              She thought about Devon and what had happened that day, she looked at the phone and wanted to call him, but she knew that he was probably sleeping himself. She didn't want to talk to him, to let him know that she had changed her mind because she hadn't just wanted to tell him once again that she was sorry for making him feel so bad.

              Jasmine wasn't dumb; she knew that she had hurt his feelings when she had told him no, she knew that a man like him wasn't rejected often, or maybe it was his first time and she felt bad about it. She knew that there had to be something special about her if Devon was interested in her that much, then she knew there was something about her that he liked.

              Jasmine felt a smile come to her face and wondered if they should hang out anymore. She didn't want to lead him on and give him false hope but if she just stopped talking to him altogether, she knew that it wouldn't be good for either one of them. He was soon going to become her boss at his modeling agency that he owned, and she didn't want to mess that up. It wasn't like she was using him because she had a good time with him and she wanted them to be friends. She would have gladly gone and filled out the forms if her life hadn't turned to shit over the past two years. Things that she couldn't get through, not even with the help of someone. Locking in all of the things that had happened to her, she didn't know who she could talk to.

              Jasmine got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. On the counter sat a picture of her mother smiling at her, her eyes were matching brown; she picked it up. She felt the tears coming to her eyes and saw that her mother's picture was becoming blurred as the first tear slipped down her face.

              “You have no idea how much I miss you, Mom. I wish you were here with me now to tell me what to do. To guide me, I still need you,” Jasmine whispered, kissing the picture frame and closing her eyes. That was as close as she was going to get to her mother until they saw each other again sometime.