Page 20 of Beauty & Chaos

I don’t date.

Well, Ms. McKenna, that’s fine with me. But I am going to taste your pussy.

More than once.

She will call. I saw desire written all over her face. She hasn’t been fucked for months.

How do I know? This is what I do. Yes, I run the country’s top golf courses, but I also own a sex club.

There’s a difference between men and women who walk in here and enjoy a healthy sex life, and those who don’t.

Brooklyn McKenna’s pussy has not been licked for a very long time, and she will be clenching those thighs of hers tonight, trying not to be impacted by my promise.

But she’ll lose the fight. She’ll slide her fingers under her panties and think of me as she rubs her clit so hard she bruises it.

Lucky she has me to kiss it better.

Call me Brooklyn, I’m waiting. And I have a very big stallion for you to ride while screaming my name.

Then we can get down to business.

Unbeknownst to you.

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WHEN I GET home to my penthouse, I shower, slide on a pair of briefs then hop into bed with my laptop. The black silk sheets drape over my legs as I power up the machine.

Reaching for the lights as the podcast starts up, my cock rears to life the moment I hear Brooklyn’s voice.

“Good morning, guys! We have a great show in store for you today...”

“Christ,” I mutter.

Then, a photo of my father fills the screen, and my growing erection dies a sudden death.

Part of me feels like a coward. Like I should face him and report what he did to me as a young boy, but I know enough about the system and how it will drag me through the mud.

I can hear the news now.The billionaire son of Leo Taylor accuses his father of sexual abuse. Travis Warner is the owner of the Alliance Club—an exclusive sex club....

And therein lies the death of any claim of sexual abuse I could ever fight. Despite not wanting anything but him put behind bars.

That’s all they’d have to do to taint a jury or judge. The comments would go wild. Aside from being a billionaire, which is apparently a social crime—don’t fucking start me—we know there’s less pity for a man than a woman when it comes to abuse.

Of any kind.

I’m not looking for pity, I’m seeking revenge.

I want that man’s life destroyed. I want him stripped of his reputation, his pride, his ego, and wishing he’d never shoved his cock inside my fucking ass while I prayed and begged someone to save me.

No one did.

And no one is going to save Leo fucking Taylor.

I’ve spent many years dreaming of this moment. My father is loved by people around the world for the characters he’s played. Heroes. Heartthrobs. When in reality he’s a monster.

The pictures are sickening to look back on. My father dragged me in front of the cameras while I was grieving my mother and my innocence, stuck in a world of terrifying abuse. Bulbs flashing and people yelling out how cute I was. What an amazing father he was looking after me on his own.

If they’d looked into my eyes.