The Billionaire’s Over 40 Love

Chapter 4

Faydra’s buzz was wearing off by the time they pulled into the parking garage of Cal’s condo. She figured that was the best thing though, given that first date s*x where both parties were drunk was never really a good idea. As the buzz left her realization of where she was started to set in. Calvin had money, and a lot of it. His condo was easily worth  a millions of dollars and the cars that were parked nearby easily cost more than her own house.

Cal parked in a spot titled “502”. Faydra couldn’t help but make a comment about it. “Wow, your own parking space.”

His face turned into a smirk and he replied, “Oh, yeah. And there’s a 502b for guests.” He motioned across the parking lot to a matching row of parking spots, some of which were full and some of which weren’t. Each spot had a number with a smaller letter “b” next to it. “So when you come visit me,” he winked, “you can park there.” Faydra made sure to raise her eyebrows in over-exaggerated excitement. 

“Thank god, I wouldn’t want to have to park on the street—with the peasants,” she joked.

“Right, that’d be terrible.” He grabbed her hand and walked her towards an elevator. They got in and rode up to the top floor. The elevator ride was quiet except for the rattle of the small metal car. They stood on opposite sides, facing each other.

He looks like he wants to eat me, she thought. She couldn’t help but feel the same way.  His pink, flushed skin looked almost edible, and the way he chewed on his lip while looking her up and down was irresistible. Faydra made the conscious decision that although there were a few strange things about this guy, she was going to forget them until the end of the night. She didn’t have to marry him or have his children, but she was going to have s*x with him—and by the way he nibbled on his own lip, she could tell it was going to be amazing.

Out of the elevator, there were only two doors; one on the left and one on the right—502. They turned to the right and he fumbled for his keys. Faydra could only fathom the size of the condo given that there were only two units on the entire floor and she could only assume the same went for each floor. She fought the urge to ask him how much he paid for the place and instead followed him silently into the unit.

Jesus. The place was as amazing inside as she’d imagined. Perfectly furnished, and in no way Cal did it himself given that every picture frame, every piece of furniture was placed in the most ideal position.

“Um, this place is crazy. How long have you lived here?” She didn’t wait for him to answer the question or for him to give her a tour. Instead, she started walking along the edge of the nearest wall she found, touching and examining everything.

He laughed, “How long? I mean—I bought the place about ten years ago I guess. Right when Queens started taking off.”

“Wait—how old are you?” This was drunk Faydra talking because it was a question she’d asked herself and tried to find on Google but had only narrowed it down to forties. Faydra herself was forty-one and figured he was around the same age. And humorously, she found that age didn’t matter to her much—especially with Cal, since age differences would be the least of their worries.

“Forty-four next month.”

She replied with a hmm and kept exploring.

“Is that bad?” he asked, finding two glasses in the kitchen cabinet across the room from Faydra.

“No, we’re close enough.” She smiled.

“Wine?” Faydra thought she should say no but she figured a little bit to keep the buzz up and her wits about her would be a good idea. She nodded.

The condo was a large open floor plan with high ceilings and hardwood floors. The kitchen had a huge island with four bar stools and a TV. The living room held three large couches in a U-shape that looked out over a not-as-great view of Atlanta as his office, but similar. “Bedroom?” she asked.

The question must’ve startled him because he coughed behind her. “I just want the tour, I want to see the rest of it,” she insisted.

“Sure…” he joked, coming up behind her with a wine glass in his hand.

“Ah, thank you!”

“Yeah, the bedrooms are this way—I’ll show you.” She followed him down a hall that had a small utility room with a washer and a dryer, and a large bathroom. At the end of the hall were two rooms, one on either side. One was a bedroom that had been turned into a massive office and studio, the other had the door shut, so Faydra could only assume it was his bedroom. “After you,” he motioned and she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The room was amazing. One entire wall was a window. The bed was covered in a light gray duvet with enough pillows to keep you company but not too many to be in the way. Matching dressers and nightstands adorned the sides of the room and Faydra flipped on one light to reveal a small room-sized closet that she almost fainted at the sight of.

“This… This is amazing. I want a closet like this.” He laughed at her and watched as she reached a hand out to touch the sleeves of his shirts. She moved quickly to the one other door in the room that led to a large bathroom which had a claw-foot bathtub. “Oh my god! Cal, this bathtub. This is literally my dream tub.” She practically ran over and started twirling the knobs.

Cal laughed. “You can take a bath if you want.”

“No, no. I just really love it—”