PROLOGUE

Murphy Brown, a single billionaire of thirty-three years, believes that life is an escapade; especially for the rich. He loves playing difficult sex games; no wonder he goes for ladies that can’t easily allow a man to tug the strings of their panties. His philosophy of life is that easy games aren’t worth playing but hard ones make them interesting.

Murphy had made his life adventurous in a way that he’d slept with many celebrities and women of substance. He sees sex games as fun, particularly if the woman in question enjoys making men around her suffer without getting into her panties. He’s more excited to play the game if the lady in question is an enchantress like the succubus. He can offer a million dollars or more just to get his tongue on the pink folds of her honeypot. He feels good when his huge cock gets the pussy’s wall of a cute girl scratched to his satisfaction.

Murphy continued playing the kinky dicey games until he met Julie Smith, a very sexy and curvaceous girl of twenty-four years old.

Julie vowed never to have anything to do with any other man if not her man, Jeff Churchill.

Julie, a very talented, pretty, and sexy girl of Persian origin believes that no man is attractive enough like Jeff because of the love that existed between them since their sophomore in college. The couple was compatible to the point that they aroused the envy of observers who try so hard to know why such Romeo-and-Juliet kind of love still exists in the lives of the love birds.

Murphy first sighted Julie from his white limo where he was shopping for fruits. Seeing the sexy figure of the celestial beauty queen got him spellbound to the point that he got stricken with lewdness and extreme lasciviousness. He quickly wrote a note, with the inscription ‘what can it take me to have you for one night?’ He gave it to Sniffer, his intelligent dog of the Norwegian Buhund breed.

Sniffer was a fast learning dog and very smart too. When the dog left to deliver the letter to the girl, Jeff Churchill showed up. He grabbed Julie on the hip, making the intelligent dog hold on for a while, knowing full well that it was the wrong time to deliver such a message.

Sniffer hurriedly went back to its owner and hopped into the limo. He got a caress on the head as a reward for the try.

The driver zoomed off into the streets with a loud screech. That was a failed attempt.

The voluptuous image of the girl stuck in the billionaire’s mind’s eye and he went home.