Let me tell you a secret.
It’s how I get what I want. The billions of dollars. The hot babes. The power.
I want it. I get it. Always.
I do it by giving people what they want. It isn’t difficult. Money. Sex. Power. It’s not just me that craves those things. Everyone does. The difference is that I’m willing to do the dirty work for people to get them. The things that they don’t want to do, I do. The things that they don’t even want to think about doing, I do.
But the things they want? They’re all about that.
Like that hot piece of *ss over at the bench press machine, with her t*ts straining against her tight top while she spreads her legs for support. I want to f*ck her on the bench. In the shower. On her hands and knees. Against the wall. I don’t much care. I just want to see her big t*ts sway as I’m doing it.
All I have to do was to make her want it as much as I do.
And as I said—I get what I want. Always.
So I lost control in the gym. I’m a rookie police officer and should have shown better judgment, but he was so hot and clearly out-of-my-league. How could I say no to that? Then I find out he’s billionaire art collector Dirk St. James. He shows me his art collection. He makes it clear he wants me. I want to be wanted. I need to be wanted. But what is the price? He’s a womanizer. A bad guy that everyone hates.
I don’t need that. But I want him. I need him