After Divorce, I got the Billionaires sperm

Chapter 4

Douglas POV

Lunch and dinner were as expected.

Mother never disappoints with the gold diggers and snobs she finds.

I thought one of the women would jump my bones right there in front of Mum and Dad; it was embarrassing having to push her away all the time. I could smell her desperation coming off her in waves. Lucky, Grandpa, and Grandma had gone to bed when she started to try to grope me. Home in front of my parents is not a place I want to be groped.

Dad did not need to talk about business; it was a ruse to get me here, and it wasn't nice of him to bring me here under false pretenses.

Although it was nice to catch up with the oldies, Grandma looked good; she always knew how to put a smile on my face and make the trip worthwhile.

"Hey, Grandma." I greeted her as I walked down the stairs, looking for breakfast, followed her to the dining room, leaned down, and gave her a quick peck.

I stayed the night. It was not intended, but it was the only way to eliminate one of the ladies, who kept hinting that I would drive her home. Even Grandpa was chuckling at how obvious she was being. Where did my mother find some of these ladies from? I dread to ask. Mother was oblivious or pretended to be on how these girls were. I always thought she would be looking for more refined girls, but lately the choices have been worse than what I picked up at the club.

"My boy. So glad you stayed the night. "Let me feed you." Yep, that is the answer to everything that fills me with food.

"Thanks, Grandma." She piled my plate with bacon, eggs, and whatever else she could get on it and slid it to me. I felt there was enough on the plate to feed all of us, and she expected me to be able to down the lot.

"Grandma, this is too much," I complained so softly.

"Eat what you can and leave the rest on your plate." In other words, if you don't clear that plate, you will not make me happy, but there was no way I could eat it all.

Grandpa saved me by sitting beside me, removing a portion from his place, and making mine much more manageable.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Your Grandma means well, but she forgets how much one can eat. "Considering she eats like a sparrow, and tries to get everyone else to eat what she cannot." He had a loving smile as he gently patted her hand.

"What are your plans today?" Grandpa asked after we had eaten for a while.

"Head to the office and do some paperwork. We had an underage girl in my club the other day; I intend to visit all the clubs and make sure the door greeters are doing their jobs.' I replied before taking a long slurp of my coffee.

"Door greeters?" Grandma suddenly perked up.

"We have bouncers to do the muscles, but door greeters check the ID. It was supposed to make it easier for the bouncers to keep an eye on the crowd, but I feel that is not working. We might have to eliminate the door greeters as they fail to do their jobs." I sigh. It had been working well, but something had changed.

'They have good lighting where they enter, can't hide with good lighting.' Grandma states as if it were obvious.

"I will check the entrances and make sure they have good lighting with bright torches to check them." We used to have those bright torches at each entrance. We should look at changing how we screen them.

"Good luck with that boy." Grandpa had called me a boy most of my life, and at one point, I thought that was my name. Grandpa was around me the most in my youth, with Dad at work and Mum socializing. I was more or less brought up by my grandparents, hence thinking my name was a 'boy'.

I spent the morning with Grandpa, talking and finding out what was going on. He was not the one to push for great-grandchildren. He said it would happen when the time was right. I'm unsure when the time is right, but I believe him.

"Bye, Boy." Grandpa and Grandma waved as I drove away. Tooting my horn as I left. No idea where Mum was, and Dad had gone to work.

The drive to the first club. It was early afternoon; the cleaning staff were still busy preparing the place to open.

The office had been cleaned. I sat at the desk and opened the mail piled high in the in-tray. Two hours later, I had finished with the mail and watched the security footage from last night to see how they performed checking those who appeared a little young. I was pleased with this club, and for the sake of Grandma, I checked the lighting in the area where we checked IDs and found it could do with a bit more.

"Sam?" I called the janitor.

"Sir?" He came rushing into the office.

"We need a spotlight at the front door to check the ID. Look at this." I replayed some of the night.

"I see what you mean, and I will get onto that right away." He rushed off to do my bidding. I will get the same done at all the clubs, which will eliminate the excuse of being so young in the club. If I can spot it, why can't they?

I left that club and drove two hours to the next one.

The bar staff were busy stocking the shelves, and the club was already open. We opened at six. We chose that time for the business people; they loved to come to the VIP rooms to talk and discuss business, mergers, and that sort of thing, and enjoy the floor show at the same time. The rooms are booked out weeks in advance, which is very popular.

After a couple of hours in the office, doing the tedious paperwork and watching the footage. I headed up to the VIP section for something to eat and drink.

My phone rang not long after I started to eat. Typical.

"Hi Franco." I greeted after I washed down my mouthful of food with a glass of water.

'What club are you at?" he asked. He sounded like he was in traffic, and his radio was too loud.

"Seventh Avenue," I replied, knowing he would arrive soon.

"On it. Ten minutes away, order me some wings." He hung up, saying no goodbye. He only called to find out which club tonight and to have food ready; he was hungry. I sometimes wonder why I was friends with him.

He arrived in less than ten minutes.

"How was your day?" I asked as the waitress arrived with his wings and a beer.

"The pits. But better now I am here." he said with a mouthful of wings.

"How did last night go?" Thinking of that leggy woman he had on his lap when I left.

"She was feisty, and I loved a little bit of rough." He replied after he downed his beer in one long pull and let out a blech.

"That's good. "I had not heard of crowing about a woman in a long time." It was good to hear he had a good time. He can be grumpy if women are not good. He likes to experiment in bed, taking his fantasies out on them.

We talked for a while as he downed his food, and once he was full, he switched from beer to Scotch on the rocks.

"Hey, look down there. "New legs." He nodded to where two women had just walked in—one brunette and the other a tall, leggy blonde. My heart raced just looking at her. She was beyond any woman that had graced this part of town in a long time. We might draw from the middle to the upper crust here, but this woman was beyond that. She was in a league of her own.

We sat watching them, took a seat, and looked around.

The blonde was nodding her head to the beat of the band.

The waitress took their order, and I called up the bar.

"Give the blonde and brunette Janet is serving free drinks on me tonight," I ordered. I would give Janet a small tip to ensure they are looked after tonight.

For the first time, I am horny and intrigued. This girl, I should take my time with and enjoy those long, long, long legs.

"It looks like they are out to get drunk or something. We should bring them up here where it is safe." Franco was almost drooling at the ladies.

"Sure, but you realize that the brunette is Vicky, our office manager," I reminded him. We do not get to see Vicky dress up like this; she looks good. That did not sound nice to me. What I meant was that she wears office clothes; it is rare to see her in evening wear.