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Just then, I’m saved by one of my brothers. He couldn’t have shown up at a better time. Ian rounds the corner and sees us pulling ourselves together.
Tiffany looks freshly fucked with bed head and my hot semen dripping down her leg.
“Tiffany, this is my brother, Ian,” I say, making the awkward introduction.
She eyes him up and down, and I can tell that she’s thinking there may be a better brother for her. If I won’t marry or date her, then maybe he will.
Like I said, any Belcourt brother is considered a win.
What she doesn’t know is that Ian is as much of a playboy as I am. We kind of run in the same pack.
Ian takes her hand and kisses it in a show of gallantry. He’s always showing off, and he likes the limelight. Even if he doesn’t mean the gesture, the pure fact that Tiffany is getting off on it makes Ian happy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tiffany,” he says, and she flushes hot pink.
You see what I mean? She’s still got my seed inside of her, and yet she’s already making it known that she wants my brother.
She’s already angling for a way into his life. That’s not true love. That’s barely even lust.
That is a woman who is more concerned with superficial things and the size of my cock than anything else. And it doesn’t interest me. Since this seems to be the only type of woman I find in NYC, then I guess you can say I’m content with being single.
“Well,” I say, “we should probably be getting back to the party.”
I lead Tiffany around the corner toward the glitz and glamour.
She walks ahead of us, and I have a chance to speak with Ian.
It’s another one of our usual parties, only they seem to get more glamorous every time. Party planners compete against each other as they try to vie for the business of the newly inherited Belcourt brothers.
It’s only been a month since my father has been cremated, and yet the vultures are circling. And here we are, standing in his place, trying to do right by him.
People have come to expect a certain kind of opulence when they visit the Belcourt Estate. My father was known for throwing the best parties within and outside of New York City. And I guess you could say my brothers and I are trying to keep up with the family name.
When I’m not in the city doing business, I’m out here, enjoying certain comforts of the country life. It’s great to escape from it all.
Sometimes, my job as a financial planner can get a little stressful. Working on Wall Street is exciting, but sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
That’s why I like to get away from the stress and strain of the city and be here at my father’s estate where things seem to take on a slower pace.
None of that is evident tonight, of course. We have the crème de la crème of New York society here.
The air is buzzing with celebrity sightings and the pure eagerness of having been invited to one of the most exclusive parties this mansion has ever seen.
Everyone who’s anyone is here. The social set: models, businessmen, and women—the usual crowd.
The party planners have brought the glittering life of New York City to the mansion. They’ve transformed the place into a glamorous and over-the-top event.
It feels like a fantasy come true. People are dressed up in their finest as if they’re going to the Met. Ball gowns and tuxedos litter the party, and limousines line the driveway for a full two miles down.
It’s a celebration, for sure. And I’m especially in the mood to celebrate today.
Our father passed away a month ago today, and we’re doing this to commemorate him. There was nothing he loved more than a good party.
I miss him dearly. My brothers and I have also had the surprise fortune of inheriting his entire billion-dollar estate, but I’d rather have more days with him than any of that.
I can make my own money, and I always have. I’m a multimillionaire in my own right. The extra cash doesn’t hurt, but he definitely didn’t owe us anything.
I loved my father—we all did. Though we’re not his children by blood, and even though he married each of our mothers in a grand total of four failed marriages, he was good to us, my brothers and I.
