The Billionaire Daddies

Be young, be fun

Or at least try to be

- Jacqueline

It was two weeks after Capri. I was having an easy couple of weeks with my sugar daddies, corporate meetings, and several private dinners, I was out with my regulars. I was not complaining, money was transferred to my account and I was venting out my sexual frustration for the twins. Or not. Something was still missing. Greedy bitch.

I was busy convincing myself to get over the twins when I arrange a ride and head out to Kayne's football match. Then when his team won by the end of the game, I was feeling a whole lot better seeing the big smile on his face. "Jacques! I've missed you!" My handsome college boyfriend run across the field, looking hot in his football uniform with his eyes directed at me. I could see the envy stares from the guys and girls already, those sexy women in their skimpy cheerleading uniform looked like they want to shoot daggers at me as Kayne the captain of the football team picks me up and twirl me in his arms.

"Oh god, you're going to crush me, hulk!" I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Let me down and give other people a break, okay?" The man laughed knowing we're creating a scene already, but not before he claims my lips and I smile, merging our kiss, lip-locking for the longest time, and rest back to his sweaty, yet comforting embrace.

"Wait for me, I'm going to take a quick shower. Coach wants to talk to me, saying something about a talent scout." The man actually blushed, he knows that I'd notice, he knows that I had listened to his words. It was his dream to go pro, he acted as if it was not important because his family didn't support it. They wanted him to go into their family business, not play a sport like a big kid.

"Hey, you can do this, Kayne. You're the team's captain, and you're hot as hell!" The last words made him throw his head back and laugh freely. It was one of those things that made me feel safe with him, we're casual. We fuck, we flirt but somehow I know he's not that into me. Football was his thing and I was always his second, and I was okay with that. I was comfortable with our arrangement.

We meet up back at his car and he drove us back to his lavish bachelor pad his parents got him when he got the college acceptance. Though he can, Kayne didn't apply for his football scholarship. He was in because he's so damn smart. He knows not to shake the family tree, as long as he gets to play football he was okay with going to his dad's alma mater and picking out the major his dad wanted him to.

"Babe, you don't have to come this weekend, if you don't want to," Kayne continue talking after getting bottled water for himself moments after we reached his penthouse. Then out of habit, he start the coffee machine while I sit back on the kitchen stool. I was comfortable at his bachelor pad, I've stayed over a couple of times already. I know tonight we're going to have his football game celebratory sex and I need to forget about the brothers.

"I don't mind your parents," I replied, resting my elbows to the kitchen island watching him gulp down his water, "they mean well, you know? somehow better than mine if that makes any sense?"

"Meh... this is why I'm giving you an out, they expect me to bring a date. I can bring you, they will surely like you but it'll be boring as hell. I can always bring someone else, but somehow I know I will have more fun with you." He smirked before moving to my front, putting his almost empty bottled water on the kitchen island then tilted my chin to face him.

"We can sneak out to my room and have sex while they're downstairs," he kissed my lips softly, expertly drawing a content sigh and a giggle from me.

"So, how's Capri?" Kayne pulled back and give me some space. He knows about Capri, I told him last week when he sensed something was bothering me. And now he asked, not for the holiday destination, but about how I was doing, asking about my feelings about what happened in Capri. We can always talk to each other, it was our thing.

"Better, I'm feeling a lot better, anyway we're talking about you," I was done talking about Capri, and he sensed it and let go of the subject. "it'll be the first time I met your parents. Are you sure we're okay with that?" We haven't thought about displaying our closeness in front of anyone's parents. This affection has always been to our advantage and I was not sure about bringing us in front of any of our parents.

"Er, I don't know, what do you think?" he asked knowing that's how he's always been, a guy who's thoughtful of my feelings. This man... he will be great for someone, someday. I would've tried with him, but I was keeping my wall high. Even for him.

"I think we should, it's my parents. They don't care about the real me anyway. It's an in and out for us, show our face, play kissy grabby nice then out the door once we clean out the buffet table and maybe flushed everything down with some free and expensive beverages." He wiggled his brow and I couldn't help but grin at him. I was about to reach for him when he move to take care of our coffee. He prepared mine to my liking and pushes the cup to my front. He sits at the kitchen island and drinks his coffee while talking about his day and easily our night begins when I set aside my half cup of coffee and started rummaging his fridge to start cooking for us while we laugh at his jokes.

Dinner went great, he inhaled the fried chicken and fries in minutes like a true football player. We had our dessert, drink more water then started making out as usual.

"I've missed you when you were in Capri," he whispered, moving my hair aside and trailing his kisses down my neck.

"Uh-huh, let's say that I believe you. Not that I know you've been messing with other women. I can feel your phone buzzing, babe." I giggled when I grab his ass and cup his phone feeling the said buzz making him throw his laughter happily. "Okay, I might have drowned my sorrows between some sexy legs. But I still missed our special nights."

"Me too," I realized that he was talking about this, our talks, our togetherness. Other women don't think of him as other than the football captain and the filthy rich handsome model with very nice cars and a penthouse apartment who loves to party.

I put my fingers on the loop of his jeans pulled him closer and let him reach the back of my neck and kiss me possessively. Only in that kind of moment did I let myself dream about being wanted, being someone's girlfriend, having a future in a relationship, and somehow building a family in the long run.

Sighing in contentment, I deepened our kiss, wrapping my hands around his shoulder pulling him down, and flattened my body against his thick muscled football build body. But then my mind travels to the twins, how I miss another body to my back, how I miss the feeling of the cold nipple piercings to my skin, how I miss two sets of lips on me...

Fuck!