Liam Carter, a twenty-eight-year-old self-made billionaire only has one agenda in life. That was to never fall in love or marry. His sex drive was what some would say not normal, he craved it like a junkie craved drugs, without it he couldn't function. He loved the feel of a beautiful woman's body, the way it felt, the way it smelled and tasted. No woman had ever been able to resist him or keep up with him and he soon became bored with them, moving on to his next victim. It was not uncommon for him to meet a woman and moments later could be found having sex with her, behind a building, the restroom, nowhere was off limits as far as he was concerned. He never even bothered to find out their names.
He made his wealth in the software business, from there he invested in property, fixed them up and made a huge profit. He was attending a party when he spotted a woman from across the room. Her hair was the color of dark honey, brownish blond, she wore a black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had this sex appeal about her and she stood there with grace and an air of confidence that he found attractive. Grabbing two glasses of champagne he started making his way towards her.
Lacey Sanders had just turned twenty-three and her friends talked her into coming to this party and already she was bored. She happened to glance across the room and saw a man approaching. He was tall, with dark hair, his skin tanned and even under his suit, she could see he was in great shape. She could just picture his bulging muscles, his abs and the six-pack and a tingle tickled her core. Something told her he would be amazing in bed, maybe he could give her what she was looking for, even for one night.
"Looks like your glass is empty," he said, handing her one of the glasses of champagne.
"Thank you," she said, boldly looking him in the eye and swiped her bottom lip with her tongue. "Shouldn't you give this to your girlfriend?"