Collision of Stars

The soft moans of two adults filled the presidential suite of the third floor of a Penthouse, the masculine voice was louder, overshadowing the blunted sounds of the female who seeemed to be wanting more as he hits her from the back . He went on faster, thrusting in and out of her tail end . His member suddenly slipped off her tail end , he was about to take it in back when the loud ringing of his cellphone disrupted them .

Collins groaned, he loathed being disturbed at a time like this. He had been working his ass off at work , and now was the time he had to have some fun, and someone interrupted him with calls ? Gross

"Do you want to pick that call?" The tawny whose ass was still raised in the air asked him. She was enjoying it and would regret it if Collins didn't finish with her tonight . Not everyone got to have a romp with the mighty Collins Barlowe, she had managed to get his attention and she didn't want that opportunity to slip off her hands.

"Yes," wholly naked, he wandered across the room, moving to grab the phone from the bed. He picked up the phone and another call came in. He swiped up to pick the call . " Hey mom , " his deep voice reverberated through the room . " What's happening tonight?" He asked, blinking his eyes in confusion.

" We have dinner with Johnson Sullivan and his daughters. Have you forgotten our meeting with them today?" His mother's voice pierced his ears. "He has beautiful daughters that you will like. His first daughter is very beautiful, I already spoke to her and she seems to be interested in you too."

Collins scoffed, shaking his head. "She does not even know me."

"She does, everyone knows my son. I will be expecting you by eight, I love you. "She ended the call before he could counter her words.

He swaggered over to where the trawny, his eyes bloodshot red with fury. "Are you leaving?" She asked him.

He rolled his eyes, "How is that a business of yours ?" He snapped, pulling out the drawer attached to the dresser in the room . He brought out some stacks of cash and handed them over to her . " Leave before I finish in the bathroom ." With that said, he strolled into the bathroom.

The trawny fumed with resentment as she watched him lazily drag his feet into the bathroom. He wasn't done with her yet but she had to leave. There's always a second time, but she hoped she'd get the chance to be in bed with Collins again.

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Collins swayed his lanky body when he got into the bathroom, he slide into the bathtub and had a slow bath, wondering why his mom wants him to get married at any slightest move. He wasn't interested in getting married, all he knew was to work hard, sleep with glamorous girls and make more money. Getting married was never part of his plan, and he hoped he wouldn't see a lady that would suit him from all the five daughters of Johnson Sullivan .

He finished from the bathroom and swaggered back to the vast bedroom. The room was the finest on the second floor of his 4-floor penthouse. He specially set that room aside for his lustful desires.

He donned a pair of black trousers with a white button-down T-shirt, and a black jacket to fix. He proceeded to the long-length mirror to adjust his bow tie, he admired his well- structured manly body in the mirror. There was evidence of his continuous and relentless gyming. He smiled, he's the perfect definition of looks and a killer body .

After that, he combed his hair and dashed out of the room when he was satisfied with his looks.

Collins met Roselle his assistant while he walked in the hallway. She hurried to lead him down to the first floor, calling out his schedule for the night as they headed towards the elevator together.

"And lastly, you have a meeting by 1am."she finished, combing her curly black hair with her fingers. She stood close to him , almost not reaching his shoulders. Roselle was a woman of average height and body size; she was tall, and slender from the upper body down to her massive hips . ". That's all for tonight sir."she smiled at him, adjusting the glasses that perched on the bridge of her nose.

"Roselle, I think you should go home now."Collins spat sternly , his face filled with emotions.

"But sir, you have to meet with the…."

"Roselle, I'm not meeting with anyone tonight. I have to be somewhere with my mother." The elevator came to a halt. Collins kneaded his fingers against his creased forehead, his long frame hovering above Roselle . " Go home Roselle, we will sort things out tomorrow. "

"Yes, Boss. She smiled ."though she wanted to attend the meetings, she was also glad that she could sleep throughout the night ."I will see you tomorrow then."

The door to his Rolls Royce was already opened when he arrived at the parking lot, Collins slide in and told his driver , Daniel, his destination. Soon, the car was out of the penthouse, hitting the busy night street of Downtown Houston .

Collins fixed his glasses on his eyes and leaned backward on the seats, reminiscing the things that has been going on in his life lately. He'd been stressed out from work, he had a lot on his table. He suddenly felt a twinge in his chest when he realized that he had to obey whatever his mother wanted him to do . She was the reason he could be called Collins Barlowe today. After he lost his father when he was just 5 years old, she made sure she worked her ass out to make him successful , and the result of the hard work was what he Inherited that made him one of the richest and youngest Billionaires in Dallas.

He was jolted out of his thought by the ringing of his phone, checked, and it was his mother , Esther. He smiled, Bobbing his head. His mother would not back off from this. He trusted her never to relent .