Money Can't Buy Happiness - Sex Stories

Money Can't Buy Happiness

... dangerous looking and highly attractive. His soft grey eyes were a high contrast to the deep tan skin and rigid jawline. Jenna noticed the faded black ink peeking out of the neckline of his fitted t-shirt and covering his muscular forearms. Some were colorful detailed artwork, others were crude amateurish sketches. Clearly the level of pain involved in allowing someone to carve a needle into his flesh like that spoke of his tolerance for pain. Jenna walked over to him and gave her usual friendly smile, “What are you having?” “Blue Ribbon,” he said, then added, “And let me have a shot of Jameson with that, too." “Sure thing.” When Jenna sat the glass of beer and shot of whiskey in front of him, she smiled, “Hard day, huh?” “Actually, it’s turning out to be one of the best days of my life,” he smiled broadly before lifting the shot glass to the air, “Cheers!” he said with a wink before knocking back the whiskey. “Celebrating, huh?” Jenna asked curious. “You can say that,” he said cryptically. “Can I ask what are you celebrating?” Jenna smiled. “You can ask, doesn’t mean I have to answer,” he smiled back. “Okay.” Jenna said getting the hint that this guy like his privacy. She moved on down the bar to her other customers. As Jenna worked around the bar, she noticed the stranger kept an eye on her. She only noticed because she couldn’t keep her own eyes off him. He ordered a few more beers and received another shot on the house as Jenna joined him, knocking one back herself. “I ...

... figured you shouldn’t be celebrating whatever you’re celebrating by yourself,” she flirted. He winked at her, again, “Thanks for the drink, but I have to head out. I have some old business to tend to. If all works out, maybe I'll stop back and see you." "You should do that." She smiled as she watched him walk out of the bar. Jenna shook her head at her useless flirting. It was just harmless fun, so she thought. ***** Usually Jenna didn't mind the short walk home, but tonight she had an uneasy feeling that she was being watched and followed. She was pretty sure she heard footsteps behind her, yet when she looked there was no one there. She shook her head, laughing to herself, she was just being paranoid. All that money sitting at home was making her nervous. They had to put the money away somewhere safe soon or she'd go crazy. As she approached home, the feeling that something was amiss grew stronger. She rushed inside, locking the door quickly behind her. “Mikey! Are you home?" she yelled out as she ran into the bedroom. "I think someone followed...” She stopped short when she saw the guy she was flirting with at the bar standing over Mikey. The room was in disarray and Mikey looked like his face was used as a punching bag. "What's going on? Mikey, are you okay?" she ran over to him, wiping at the blood seeping from his split lip. "Well, well, well, what a little coincidence this is," the handsome stranger smiled at her. “Jenna, you should have stayed away. Please, don't hurt ...