WOLF OF MANHATTAN
CHAPTER ONE
--Hunter--
New York City.
The Big Apple.
A world-renowned iconic city.
Times Square, Broadway, Wall Street.
Bridges, skyscrapers, and parks.
The Statue of Liberty.
Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Yankees, Mets, Giants, Jets.
Park, Fifth, Madison Avenues. Luxury real estate.
Fashion and models.
Movies, television, and actors. The Theater District.
Music, musicians, songwriters, and singers.
The city that doesn’t sleep.
A dark side.
A kinky side.
A down and dirty side.
I knew them all.
I’m good.
I’m bad.
I’m a Dominant.
I’m Hunter Steele, the Wolf of Manhattan, in business and pleasure. No arrogance—only confidence.
I liked it that way. No one could pin me down or turn me into what I should be by their standards.
Through all the bullshit I showed the public, something missed the mark and nagged at my soul, begging to fill the void. Out of reach and unattainable…for now.
“Do you want to run a tab, sir?”
Wrenched from my thoughts, I stared a few seconds at the young bartender with spiky hair and a stubbly five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face. No doubt an aspiring actor. I chuckled inwardly at that thought. I’d been there and done that for too many years. “No, I’ll pay cash.” I tossed a couple fivers on the counter from the money clip I pulled from my pants pocket. Total attention returned to the woman seated twenty odd feet away.
Even at one-thirty, the busy afternoon lunch crowd at Jackson’s Restaurant and Bar was lively enough to conceal my presence from her. Piped in music barely managed to echo over the conversations I overheard about the next big deal in stock trading by the two suits seated next to me. Six feet away to my right, two women gossiped about who slept with whom at the office. Both exchanges piqued my interest, but not for long. The bass on the current remix of Glad You Came by The Wanted pulsated air within ten feet of the speakers, loud enough to prevent me from eavesdropping on the dark blonde’s conversation, the one I had more interest in.
My latest client and friend for many years, Aaron Kirkland, and I came to the bar for a liquid lunch and a quiet place to discuss the half-dozen condominium units I’d shown him earlier. The unexpected crowd made talking about an offer a bit difficult, but I’d been determined to get a decision nailed down by the end of the day. Everything went well with the showing of property so I pushed to pin down my friend to decide which property he wanted, but not as well as I’d hoped. Glancing around the room again, I had this uneasy feeling of being alone in a room full of strangers and exposed naked. I could count on one hand and have a few fingers left over when I’d had that feeling before. The sensation confounded my thinking. I didn’t like losing control of any situation. Something had to change fast.
I lived for complete command and management over every aspect of my life. Thrived on it. Made me a success at whatever I put my mind to. My insides ached to be anywhere right now other than here, watching her.
Not like most men I knew, I always loved a challenge. The intriguing woman sitting across the room with an older man had the possibility of being a submissive deep within the hard exterior she exposed to the world. I believed that in my gut like I’d make a commission from Aaron.
Aside from her assertive persona and incredible good looks, she ran Martin-Edwards Associates with finesse, and I truly admired and respected her achievements in the New York real estate business. To make matters worse, I saw something beyond her outward appearance that attracted me, and I couldn’t have her.
--Hunter--
New York City.
The Big Apple.
A world-renowned iconic city.
Times Square, Broadway, Wall Street.
Bridges, skyscrapers, and parks.
The Statue of Liberty.
Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Yankees, Mets, Giants, Jets.
Park, Fifth, Madison Avenues. Luxury real estate.
Fashion and models.
Movies, television, and actors. The Theater District.
Music, musicians, songwriters, and singers.
The city that doesn’t sleep.
A dark side.
A kinky side.
A down and dirty side.
I knew them all.
I’m good.
I’m bad.
I’m a Dominant.
I’m Hunter Steele, the Wolf of Manhattan, in business and pleasure. No arrogance—only confidence.
I liked it that way. No one could pin me down or turn me into what I should be by their standards.
Through all the bullshit I showed the public, something missed the mark and nagged at my soul, begging to fill the void. Out of reach and unattainable…for now.
“Do you want to run a tab, sir?”
Wrenched from my thoughts, I stared a few seconds at the young bartender with spiky hair and a stubbly five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face. No doubt an aspiring actor. I chuckled inwardly at that thought. I’d been there and done that for too many years. “No, I’ll pay cash.” I tossed a couple fivers on the counter from the money clip I pulled from my pants pocket. Total attention returned to the woman seated twenty odd feet away.
Even at one-thirty, the busy afternoon lunch crowd at Jackson’s Restaurant and Bar was lively enough to conceal my presence from her. Piped in music barely managed to echo over the conversations I overheard about the next big deal in stock trading by the two suits seated next to me. Six feet away to my right, two women gossiped about who slept with whom at the office. Both exchanges piqued my interest, but not for long. The bass on the current remix of Glad You Came by The Wanted pulsated air within ten feet of the speakers, loud enough to prevent me from eavesdropping on the dark blonde’s conversation, the one I had more interest in.
My latest client and friend for many years, Aaron Kirkland, and I came to the bar for a liquid lunch and a quiet place to discuss the half-dozen condominium units I’d shown him earlier. The unexpected crowd made talking about an offer a bit difficult, but I’d been determined to get a decision nailed down by the end of the day. Everything went well with the showing of property so I pushed to pin down my friend to decide which property he wanted, but not as well as I’d hoped. Glancing around the room again, I had this uneasy feeling of being alone in a room full of strangers and exposed naked. I could count on one hand and have a few fingers left over when I’d had that feeling before. The sensation confounded my thinking. I didn’t like losing control of any situation. Something had to change fast.
I lived for complete command and management over every aspect of my life. Thrived on it. Made me a success at whatever I put my mind to. My insides ached to be anywhere right now other than here, watching her.
Not like most men I knew, I always loved a challenge. The intriguing woman sitting across the room with an older man had the possibility of being a submissive deep within the hard exterior she exposed to the world. I believed that in my gut like I’d make a commission from Aaron.
Aside from her assertive persona and incredible good looks, she ran Martin-Edwards Associates with finesse, and I truly admired and respected her achievements in the New York real estate business. To make matters worse, I saw something beyond her outward appearance that attracted me, and I couldn’t have her.
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