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  THE HEARTBREAKER

  Prequel Novella

  to

  The Heartbreaker Series

  The man, the legend, the heartbreaker

  by

  Jessica Wood

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Wood

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  ERH Press

  ISBN-13 978-1-940285-03-0

  First Edition: February 2014

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  PROLOGUE

  There was a big black box that I had under my bed. No one else knew that it was there. No one else would care that it was there—the contents would had been worthless to them. But yet, it was one of my most prized possessions.

  Why was this box special to only me?

  Because it reminded me every day that I was in control of my life, that no one else—especially no woman—could ever do anything to hurt me.

  There had been hundreds of different items that’d made its way into this box—torn pieces of paper, business cards, coasters, post-its, and even two dozen panties. And every week, a couple of more items were added to this ever-growing collection. Each item had a name and a phone number written on it, usually written by the woman the number belonged to. Each item represented a woman I’d once fucked, a woman that had once screamed out my name as I sent her over the brink of ecstasy.

  This was my “little black book.” But my book was really a box—a little black book wouldn’t be able to hold all the women I’d fucked in the last eight years. So this was my “big black box.”

  Many women’s numbers had been added to this box over the years. I never remembered their names. What was the point? Instead, I gave these women a number based on my 1 to 10 fuckability ranking system, with 1 being unfuckable and 10 being so-fuckable-my-cock’s-already-inside-her. For the record, none of the numbers in the box were less than a 7 ranking.

  All these women were all hot, but I loved none of them. Don’t make me hurl at the thought. The only thing I loved about them was how wet and wild they got for me. And believe me, there were some fucking wild ones. I rarely needed to ask a woman if she wanted to fuck—women seemed to drop their panties at the sight of me. And who could blame them? It was a no-brainer with looks like mine.

  Sure, I’ve broken some of their hearts. But these ladies knew what they were getting themselves into. I always gave fair warning that I was in it for fun and not for a relationship. The important thing was, I was happy, my cock was happy, and the ladies were happy after I was done with them. And no one got hurt—especially not me. That was the one thing I could thank my bitch of a mother for: you wouldn’t get hurt if you didn’t get attached.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Eight Years Ago

  “Damian, I don’t know what to say.” She avoided my gaze as she mumbled those words, her eyes darting from the floor to something past my shoulders and then back down to the floor.

  “There’s nothing you can say,” I assured her dryly. “The one and only thing I’d want you to say is the only thing I’d want to know from you—” I snorted at my comment as I fought back the angry tears, “—and that’s something you could never give me because you don’t know the answer.” I felt the bitter pain of her betrayal stab at me like shards of glass against raw exposed flesh.

  I caught her eyes dart quickly past my shoulders again. This time, I turned and my eyes followed hers. I knew what she had been glancing at, but I turned to look anyway. We both stared at the half-opened front door that lead to the pitch-black darkness that seemed to swallow up the world outside of this house—outside of the lowest moment of my life. We were both looking at the same door in front of us, and yet what we saw was something completely different. To her, it was freedom and escape, but to me, it was her betrayal and abandonment.

  “If you want to leave, no one is stopping you.” I noticed her wince at my stone-cold words.

  “I … I don’t …” Her voice was low and unconvincing. I knew she wanted to be anywhere but here where she had to face the truth of her actions.

  There was a long, still silence that seemed to stretch on forever. It lasted so long that the heaviness in the air morphed into a sound of its own, and the deafening buzz made it difficult to think. I could hear my heart pounding violently against my chest, even after my breathing had gone back to normal.

  “Were you ever planning on telling me?” I asked grimly, finally cutting through the stillness.

  She looked up at me, and I saw the regret in her eyes. “No. I didn’t want to believe that it was true.” Her voice was cold and sharp.

  “Do you not care about the truth?” I heard myself whisper the words. “Am I not important enough to you to know the truth?” I couldn’t stop myself from letting those vulnerable thoughts out. Even though I was nineteen years old, it was as if I was thrown back into my role as a child again, desperately seeking approval from the one woman I had ever loved in my life: my mother.

  “I—Damian, honey, it’s not that simple.” Her answer was too much for me to bear. I grabbed my coat and walked toward the door—the same door the man I thought was my father all my life had just left through thirty minutes before.

  “It’s very simple, mom. You lied to me. You lied and cheated on the man—who up until today—I thought was my father. You slept with enough men while you were married to him that you can’t even tell me who my real father is.”

  She looked down at the floor again. “The doctors had said that I was probably infertile—that the chances that I’d ever get pregnant were slim. I was relieved by the news. I never really wanted to have children. So I didn’t think I’d get pregnant when I was involved with the different men. I … I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t plan for anyone to get hurt.”

  “You mean, you didn’t mean for me to happen! But guess what? It did happen and people did get hurt. I got hurt, mom!” I felt the rage course through me and overtake me, and before I could stop myself, I spat out the one thing that had been racing through my mind. “Why did you have to be such a whore?”

  I saw the hurt in her eyes, and a part of me enjoyed seeing her feel some of the pain that I was feeling from her betrayal. But she quickly recovered and became expressionless and distant. “Damian, let’s not pretend like I’ve ever been any kind of mother to you. You loved your nanny more than you’ve ever loved me. So you can’t be that hurt.”

  My anger instantly turned into grief in response to her matter-of-fact tone. “That’s not true. You’re my mother.” My voice was low, almost pleading.

  She turned her back to me and whispered, “Sometimes it seems easier to be a whore instead.”

  Her words cut deep into me, making it hard to breathe. Before tears could leave my eyes, I stormed out of the front door and rang out into the bitter cold darkness that welcomed me with open arms. If this is what loving someone gets me, I am certain that I don’t ever want it again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Present Day

  I woke up in a cold sweat as the
last words I’d ever heard from my mom shook me awake from my dream. “Sometimes it seems easier to be a whore instead.” Her words echoed in my ears as I tried to shake off the memory I had so desperately tried to forget for the past eight years.

  I drew in a deep breath and rubbed my face with my hands.

  A soft moan to my side brought me back to reality—it was the hot blonde I had a three-hour fuck session with last night. My cock could still feel how amazing her full, silky-soft lips were as they had worked overtime up and down my shaft hours ago. My morning wood poked up against the duvet in response to that flashback.

  I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I needed a cold shower.

  “Wow, last night was incredible,” moaned the blonde as her eyes fluttered open. She threw back the duvet and seductively stretched out her flawless naked body in front of me, inviting me to join her again. “Come here, baby. Let me help you with that.” She eyed me hungrily as she motioned to my ever-growing erection.

  My gaze moved across her body and explored the curves of her breasts and the wetness that was already developing between her inner thighs. I wanted to fuck her so hard that her body would remember me for days to come. Plus I needed to clear my mind, and she could definitely help with that before I had to kick her out.

  “Baby, I’m not one to ever say no to a morning fuck session, especially if you’re offering a blow job with those lips of yours.” I smirked as my eyes zoned in on her full pink lips and imagined them sliding up and down my cock like satin.

  But just then, my phone beeped, notifying me that I had just received a new text.

  Then it dawned on me what day it was. “What time is it?” I went over to the side table and checked my phone. “Fuck! It’s already 10:42 a.m.!”

  “That’s still early. It’s Saturday. We can sleep in and have some fun.” There was a twinkle in the blonde’s eyes as she spread her legs wider and moved her hand down between her inner thighs. A moan escaped her lips as she began to pleasure herself, her eyes never leaving my cock.

  “Sorry, baby. I have a friend who just got into town and will be here in twenty minutes.” I read Brian’s text and confirmed that he had just landed at SFO and would be here soon.

  “A female friend?” Her question was laced with jealousy and spite.

  I rolled my eyes at her obvious display of neediness. “Not that it matters—” I said purposely, “—but no, a guy friend.”

  “Just wondering,” she said quickly in a sing song voice. Her attempt to sound aloof was an utter failure.

  “Okay, I need to jump into the shower.”

  “But I need you,” she begged. I glanced over and saw her arch her back as she continued to pleasure herself.

  “Get in the shower, and let’s put those hot lips of yours to good use,” I demanded.

  She smiled in satisfaction as she licked her fingers clean and purred, “These lips?”

  “Don’t fucking tease me, woman. I need to shower, so I’ll need you to work your magic lips on me and be out of here in fifteen minutes. Can you handle that?”

  I saw the flash of shock on her face at my straight-forwardness. I knew I might have sounded a little harsh, but I’d learned a long time ago that you had to be blunt and set your boundaries with women so they won’t get attached. This girl was an amazing fuck and it’d be a shame if I had to stop seeing her because she’d started thinking I could be something to her beyond the best fuck she’d ever had.

  “I’ll be in the shower.” I didn’t have time to coddle her and nurse her bruised ego. She was hot—a 8.5 on my fuckability chart—and she’d probably never been treated this way by any guy, but I’d already told her that all I wanted from her was to fuck her, nothing else. She could always leave if she couldn’t accept that.

  Plus, I had to get going. My best friend Brian was in town from Los Angeles for the weekend, and he was staying with me. We met in college and had the same outlook when it came to women and relationships—they were dead ends. He was the perfect wingman, and it’d been several months since I’d seen him and I was excited for another crazy, blackout-drunk weekend of fun with him.

  I turned on the shower and jumped in before the water heated up. The cold water was refreshing as it cascaded down my face, instantly waking me up and washing away the remaining thoughts of my mother from my mind.

  “Is there room for me?” came the blonde’s voice from the other side of the shower curtain.

  I smiled, knowing she couldn’t resist me regardless of how I treated her. “Only if you’re ready to have some fun.”

  “Of course,” she purred as she came into the shower. Her hands moved down my chest as she leaned up towards me for a kiss. Her lips were sweet and her tongue was silky smooth against my mine. A whimper escaped her mouth as her hands reached down to my rock-hard erection. I knew she was ready and hungry for it.

  “Sorry gorgeous, so you know I don’t have much time, so why don’t you work some magic down there and show me how much you’ve enjoyed our fuck sessions last night.”

  “Mmm. Of course. I love to suck your cock.” My cock twitched at the thought of being inside her mouth again. She giggled as she felt it move in her hands. “You have the most perfect cock,” she purred. Her eyes were on fire as she bent down to her knees and took the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. I threw my head back in pleasure as my hips thrusted into her mouth, in time with her movements.

  “Fuck, baby. You can make a lot of money with that mouth of yours.” Not that I’m one to ever pay for sex.

  I knew she took my comment as a compliment because her movements became faster and more eager. Within seconds she was deep-throating me like it was going out of fashion. I grabbed my curtain rods for support as I reached the edge of climax. “I’m about to come,” I warned.

  She continued taking me deep into her mouth and I knew she wanted to swallow every drop of me. I snickered at the thought and knew I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. With a girl like her, I needed to remind her who had the upper hand. Right as I was about to climax, I pulled out and loaded all over her face. She was caught off guard, but moaned in pleasure as she licked my cum off her face like it was honey.

  “Now that’s what I call a Damian facial.” I gave her a devious smiles as I watched my cum drip down her face. “You’ll leave here glowing.”

  “And it taste amazing too.” She stood up and grinned at me with lust-filled eyes and I knew she wanted me to fuck her.

  “Thanks for that incredible blow job, baby. You really did show me how much you’d enjoyed last night.”

  “I really did.” She moved her body against mine, rubbing her clit up and down the length of my cock. She was gasping in pleasure as she begged, “And I want some more fun.”

  “I really wish I could, gorgeous, but like I said, I have a friend in town who’ll be here soon, so we won’t have time.” I knew she was upset from the expression on her face, so I pulled her tighter against me, my cock teasing the tip of her opening. “Next time I’m free, I’ll give you a call and I’ll fuck your brains out, okay?”

  “You’re such a tease,” she pouted.

  “That’s not what you screamed last night when I made you come three times in a row,” I challenged.

  “Yeah, that was fucking unbelievable.” Her eyes grossed over momentarily as she thought back to last night.

  “Alright, I know you want to stay longer, but I really need to get ready.” I leaned down and kissed her quickly.

  “Fine. Call me okay?” Her voice was pleading and I knew she was hooked.

  “See yah later,” I replied. I didn’t respond to her request. To be honest, I didn’t know if I was going to see her again. There was plenty of hot girl out there and not enough time in the day to fuck them all on a regular basis. I watched her rinse off her face before she jumped out of the shower.

  “Bye. Thanks for an amazing night.” She gave me a sexy smile before she closed the
shower curtain and left the bathroom.

  ***

  When I got out of the shower ten minutes later, I was relieved to find my apartment empty. Thank God she had listened and left. But of course, like most women I’d fucked, they never leave without giving me their number for a chance to get fucked by me again. I immediately saw a $20 bill on the kitchen counter:

  This is for the drinks last night. Let’s do it again soon! These lips are already hungry.

  xoxo, Jill (415)-555-8335.

  I grabbed a pen and wrote on the bill: 8.5. Young blonde with DSLs. I walked over to my bed and pulled out my black box and threw the $20 into the collection. What was DSLs? It stood for Dick Sucking Lips—you know the ones—they’re full, and wide, and made a perfect, wet pleasure hole for any dick. And that Jill definitely had some DSLs.

  A few minutes later, Brian arrived at my door.

  “Hey man!” We gave each other a man hug and fist bump. “How was your flight?”

  “Not bad. It’s good to see you, man.” Brian dropped his duffle bag onto the ground and walked to the fridge. “Got any beer?”

  “Are you kidding me?” I looked at him in shock.

  “I know I know, it’s only 11:15 a.m. But hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?”

  We laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, are you kidding me, I own a fucking bar downstairs,” I explained.

  “Oh shit! That’s right! I’m a fucking idiot.” He laughed at himself, and tossed me a bottle of Anchor IPA from the fridge.

  “Well, that’s not anything new,” I joked.

  “Asshole,” he shot back.

  We laughed and both took a few swigs from our beers. It was great having Brian around, because no matter how much time passed without hanging out, we always seemed to jump right back into the grove of things.

  “So what’s up man? What do you want to do tonight?” Since we both went to U.C. Berkeley for college, Brian knew the area well. SF was less than a thirty minute drive from SF, and in college, we used to party in the city at least once a week.