Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 3

The night eventually ended with Natashya and Emily finding a room to crash in while Helen, Erin, Bobbi, and I found the master bedroom with a king-sized bed to pile on. I don’t have to tell you that the girls did an excellent job of helping me take my mind off my troubles. If every night was like that, they’d put me into an early grave.

Since I was forced to stay up all night, I didn’t rise until well after ten the next day and was surprised to find I was the first one from our little group awake. I was even more surprised to see Natalie in the kitchen downstairs. She’d come to the house with Tyler, who’d been whisked away by his bodyguard, abandoning her. In fact, the only vehicle left was my helicopter, leaving her return to civilization in my hands.

The two of us managed to find enough in the pantry for coffee and breakfast as we talked. Everything was still fresh for her, so she was hesitant to open up about Tyler, but as time went on and I made it apparent that I wasn’t interested in pushing her for answers, we fell back into the comfort of our old friendship. Eventually, she became comfortable enough to inject Tyler into the conversation here and there. When I finally worked up to asking why she fell into a relationship with him so quickly, she confessed that the money and my sudden change in circumstances freaked her out. She’d said as much when I asked her not to go with Tyler in her office but did a better job this time of explaining the intricacies of her feelings.

Near the end of our alone time, Natalie and I felt comfortable enough to have a frank conversation. I confessed that I still had feelings for her. Still, I felt a little betrayed when she jumped into a relationship so quickly during the exploration of our own possibilities between us. I told her I wished she had taken the time to discuss her insecurities with me and my situation. She apologized for how she handled things and admitted that she still felt something for me but needed time to process what she’d just gone through. In the end, we agreed to continue being friends for now, and we would see what was possible down the road. It did my heart good to hear her talk trash about Tyler.

Eventually, the rest of the ladies joined us, and we headed back to New York. I even gave the sick girl a ride back. Wendy turned out to be a nice girl who had only recently hooked up with a guy named Mike—the guy I’d been calling Shaggy. The fact that Mike had allowed his friends access to her while she was inebriated and then abandoned her was plenty of reason to write him off, and she was very grateful for the ride back. When we landed at the airport, Wendy put her number in my phone, kissed me on the cheek, and told me to call her sometime. Judging by the look on her face, Natalie wasn’t thrilled to witness Wendy’s gratitude. She’d have to get over it. I still had a special place in my heart for Natalie, but she had no claim over me.

Helen arranged transportation for Wendy and Natalie while Erin finalized preparations for our departure. She’d taken yesterday’s suggestion about going to Amsterdam seriously. Quinn was already at the airport with a fully fueled plane, and Shea was on board with a stocked cabin. She wasn’t alone. I found Tara strapped into a seat and reading a book.

Erin had taken the initiative to bring Tara because she wasn’t sure how long we would be in Europe. It made sense to bring my personal trainer so I wouldn’t become complacent and undo the work I’d started to get in better shape. Have I mentioned that Erin is an absolute godsend?

The trip to Amsterdam was relatively uneventful. Helen found out about Shea’s experience with Bobbi and borrowed both of them so they could reenact their meeting. While they were enjoying each other, Erin and I arranged for business to continue while we were irresponsible world travelers.

First, I talked to Jessica. She was scheduled to arrive at the apartment building later today, and I wasn’t going to be there for her arrival as initially intended. Since Erin, Tara, Natashya, and Emily were with me, there weren’t a lot of options for people to handle Jessica’s setup. I mean, any of my security could have handed her a key to her new apartment, but as far as showing her around and giving her an idea of what needed to be done, no one from security seemed to fit. My assistant finally suggested Camille since she would still be living in the apartment building and making daily visits to my apartment to ensure those on security detail would get fed.

My French-born chef was all too happy to assist me, making heavy implications that I would have to repay her in other ways for performing duties outside of what I had hired her to do. I was still confused that my chef kept throwing herself at me when her husband could have cut glass with his jawline. Seriously… he looked like he could have been Captain Norway. I asked Erin about Camille’s advances, but she simply gave me a mysterious smile and said that it wasn’t for her to say. I tried pressing her but relented when she asked me not to make her tell me. Knowing Erin and Camille, I would find out eventually.

I could tell Jessica wasn’t happy when I told her I wouldn’t be there to greet her. She seemed extra quiet when I told her that I would be in Europe for a little while and made a half-hearted joke about not being invited. I didn’t take the bait. I still wasn’t over the fact that she’d cheated on me, and I didn’t want to reward her weak attempt at manipulation.

My next conversation was with Charity. She was supposed to move into the apartment building at some point soon, and I wanted to make sure that was still happening. She assured me that she would be a fool to not take my offer and asked if she could take the week to rest a little more in Nevada and fly out next week. I told her I might be out of town but that it would be fine. Someone would let her into her apartment, and she could buy whatever she needed at my expense. Like Jess, she was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be there to greet her personally. She confessed that she was looking forward to finishing what we started in her bedroom. I promised to make it up to her.

Then I called Julia and arranged for her to spend time with Charity. The reporter promised to provide my new PR officer with a crash course on public relations and take the influencer under her wing. Julia was confident that they could get started on her education this week.

After checking in with Chandler Grayson and Karl Yunger, I decided to stretch my legs by seeing what everyone else was up to. That’s when I found Helen and Shea lying on a bed, softly talking to each other while Bobbi was dozing in a fetal position between them. Damp hair clung to all three faces from the sweat coating their bodies. Erin announced that she was right behind me by brushing past me, grabbing my wrist, and dragging me into the room to give the three exhausted women a show. She moved so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to shut the door, and I swear I saw Natashya peeking around the corner at least twice.

And Tara.

Tara amused me. I’d seen her hovering near where I had discovered the girls resting in the aftermath of their sapphic threesome. It was apparent she was very interested in whatever they were doing, but she had not received any kind of invitation from them to enter into the circle of intimacy that clearly existed among everyone else. I caught her eying all of the women on the plane, but she seemed especially interested in Erin and Emily, which was interesting because my assistant and sister were a study in contrasts. Erin was petite with smaller breasts. She was slender, had a bronzed complexion, dark eyes, silver hair, and was a succubus in human form.

Meanwhile, Emily was tall, with large, natural tits. She was more curvy than my assistant, with fair skin, shockingly light gray eyes, dark brown hair, and was a sweet, serial monogamist. Apparently, Tara’s type was anyone who could be considered objectively hot and had tits.

I was upfront with them about my ulterior motive of flying to Amsterdam, telling them that according to Henry Psalter, that’s where Roger was. Chloe immediately protested, suggesting that while Roger wasn’t particularly deadly on his own, he was working with people who were dangerous enough to snatch him out from under her nose. Emily and Shea agreed with Chloe. Erin and Natashya defended my decision by pointing out that I wasn’t planning to become John Wick and pursue the man personally. I simply wanted a front row to the action. Helen wasn’t crazy about the idea that I might endanger myself by personally chasing after Roger, but the vindictive part of her enjoyed the possibility of seeing Roger’s face after being cornered. Tara was neutral and said that as long as they weren’t being shot at or kidnapped, it would be fine. Bobbi simply sat in silence, which was fine. She didn’t get a say.

Roger’s move to Amsterdam wasn’t the sole reason for me to decide on a last-minute trip to Europe, though. Sure, it had been the catalyst, but it was also a good excuse to get away from Hiro Tanaka, who was still in New York. Putting an ocean between me and Hiro for the moment sounded like a great idea.

Another reason to visit Europe was because I’d never been overseas before, and my last attempt at a vacation was cut short thanks to the kidnapping. I wanted to take another trip, and if anything good had come from my conversation with Tyler, it was more clarity on just how wealthy I was. Vegas was small potatoes. I initially thought it was something rich people did, which was accurate. However, I wasn’t just wealthy… I was the wealthiest man alive, and I had serious ‘fuck you’ money. Tyler was right. I could buy small countries with what I had and would have to work extremely hard to spend enough money that I even touched the principal. Even if I stuck my money in bank accounts with the most basic interest rates ever, the earnings alone could afford a kind of lifestyle that I could never have dreamed of before finding out about my grandfather.

Maybe it was time to dream a little bigger.

Amsterdam didn’t disappoint… especially considering who I was doing it with. I got to try truffles for the first time with Natashya, Erin, Shea, Helen, and Tara. They were some kind of hallucinogenic, similar to mushrooms, which was a blast. Since Emily and Bobbi had problems with drugs, Emily took Bobbi out for a little one-on-one time. Unlike Helen, Erin, and Shea, Bobbi’s status didn’t seem to apply as much to Natashya and Emily. They seemed to have more of a platonic, sisterly relationship with Bobbi, which I appreciated. I wasn’t sure that the dynamic between me and my pet could ever change or that I even wanted it to, but I wanted her to thrive in her own way, and I hoped friendship with my sister and her lover would help.

The entire night was spent talking about the universe, singing, playing stupid games like Twenty Questions, and watching movies. Things ended up getting a little spicy between me and the girls, thanks to our drug-fueled state. I especially enjoyed watching Erin tease the hell out of Tara all night. Shea ended up under my blanket during the movie-watching, blowing me to completion and promising me more later.

We all had brunch, went shopping, and went sightseeing the following day. I insisted that all the girls buy anything that caught their eye, which required me to summon people from our hotel to take several loads of stuff back to our hotel. All the while, I kept my eye out for any sign of Roger VanCamp, which I realized was incredibly naive. Amsterdam was huge, and I needed to be incredibly lucky to find Roger by chance. Naturally, none of us spotted anything, including Chloe and her team.

On the second night in Amsterdam, Shea, Erin, and I went to the red-light district and did a little window shopping. I was surprised to find so little to my liking, but Shea assured me that this was not the place to find someone for a random encounter. Erin managed to find the right contacts to secure an obscenely expensive escort that the three of us enjoyed as we went out for a night in town.

Unfortunately, it was cut short when someone knocked on our door. I thought it was Emily asking us to keep the noise down, so I at least put on some pants before opening the door. Henry Psalter was on the other side with Chloe, both of them looking grim. He told me that coming to Amsterdam was a mistake and that I needed to go. When I pushed back, my fixer and my bodyguard took me on a drive to a construction site to show me the body of a young man with a bullet through his head. Psalter explained that Hiro Tanaka had learned that I was in Amsterdam and engaged this man to assassinate me. Fortunately, Psalter’s information and Chloe’s vigilance had kept him from getting close.

“I can’t look for Roger while trying to make sure you’re safe,” Psalter had said.

Considering part of the reason I left the States was to get further away from Tanaka, I took Psalter’s advice and sent Quinn back home while hiring another plane to fly us to Paris. I hoped that would throw my pursuers off my trail for a while. Meanwhile, Henry would continue to look for Roger.

Thanks to the company I kept, Paris turned out to be just as fun. We stayed in a hotel a few hundred feet from the Eiffel Tower, and thanks to a combination of my money and Erin’s magic, we secured a closed, guided tour of the Eiffel Tower that evening for three hours. A few food trucks even opened for us. We enjoyed French street food and ended up at the very top of one of the most well-known towers in the world, where Erin, Shea, and I fucked after we discussed where to go next.

The next day, we toured one of the other well-known features of Paris—The Louvre. It was much bigger than I thought, and there was no way we could do it all in a single day. After three hours, Erin, Natashya, Emily, and I went to the coffee shop to rest while the rest returned to the hotel room. That’s when I spied her—she had twenty or twenty-one at the oldest. With flaming red hair and fair skin… she was fucking gorgeous. When I glanced at Erin, I caught her watching me with a mysterious smile. When we were ready to continue, Erin disappeared, saying she had a few things to do.

She’d surprised me after dinner by taking me back to the Louvre a few hours after closing for what ended up being a guided tour. The very same girl with flaming red hair I’d been staring at was with me; apparently, we were the only two participating in the guided tour. It ended with us eating in the Louvre among the Assyrian exhibits. That ended with us fucking, on the floor. The entire experience was surreal, not just because I’d fucked a beautiful stranger in the Louvre, but because she also spoke almost no English.