Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
David's POV. 




"So, Charlie consult the marketing team to handle the marketing of the new designs of the Truman's cars." I rattle off to my assistant as I walk across the hallway to my office.
I just flew back from Arizona and rushed in for a board meeting. Last night had been hectic and fun too. My business associate I went to Arizona to meet hired women that gave us pleasure after the long hours of talks about business.
I had to rush back to New York because 
of the board meeting and the presentation my assistant made in regard to the latest design of our cars.
Shit, I forgot to tell Vera about my flight to Arizona it was an emergency, I bet that's the reason she's been calling me.
I couldn't pick up the call because I was in the boardroom when she was calling. Ah, I'll call when I calm my nerves down.
"Okay, sir," Charlie mutters a response to my instructions. He rushes before me and flutter my office door open for me to stride in. The boy's too gentle. I'm sure I've told him several times to stop acting like I'm his god. 
Having no strength to counter his actions, I walk into my office. It's dark already and the New York city lights filter into my office like a cluster of stars. The glass floor-length windows allow smooth penetration.
Charlie flicks the lights on and walks across the room to the Espresso before handing me a coffee.
"Thank you, Charlie. You should go but don't forget what I told about the marketing." My voice booms. Tired, I run my fingers over my eyelids and huff a breath.
I can manage a massage now. I search my mind on who to call. I'm still deliberating in that when my door bangs open and Claire walks in.
Her feminine scent first brushes my nostrils, my nerves relaxing knowing one of my toys has come. I'm already notorious in America for my Casanova life. It's no longer a secret that David Truman fucks anything that has a V between their legs and two soft globes around their chest.
My life has cost me my marriage about four times. My first wife found out about my affair with my college girlfriend who was forced into marriage two years before we graduated. Helen swept me off my feet when I first saw her.
She was my first love but I was left heartbroken when my best friend, Nathan showed me images of her wedding photos. Too bad some shit happened and she died...I choose not to remember what went down that night, years back. But a miniature of her is under my roof. Under my care. 
My second wife heard a scandal about me and my secretary which wasn't exactly 
true. I wasn't dicking my secretary then. I don't know who recorded her making advances towards me.
My third... shit, she had one of my toys walk up to her in a mall and rattle off how she enjoys my cock dicking her. Isabel filed for a divorce, saying I shattered her heart. Then the forth was the first that cheated on me with one of my associates because she believed I don't give her attention. That I cheated on her from what my associate told her.
I did try my best in giving her attention. Just that I didn't meet her expectations in that department.
When I found her getting her pussy whipped by a tiny cock like Dane's, I divorced her. After my last shit with my fourth wife, I decided not to marry.
It's better I fuck around in peace than being tied to one woman. I wasn't a man brought up with love that's why I failed terribly in that sector. Though, Helen was an exception.
My parents never lived together because they weren't a match. Their union was toxic and that toxicity led to my mother's death at a young age.
I was just eight then.