Collision of Stars

The soft moans of two adults filled the presidential suite of the third floor of a Penthouse, the masculine voice was louder, overshadowing the blunted sounds of the female who seeemed to be wanting more as he hits her from the back . He went on faster, thrusting in and out of her tail end . His member suddenly slipped off her tail end , he was about to take it in back when the loud ringing of his cellphone disrupted them .

Collins groaned, he loathed being disturbed at a time like this. He had been working his ass off at work , and now was the time he had to have some fun, and someone interrupted him with calls ? Gross

"Do you want to pick that call?" The tawny whose ass was still raised in the air asked him. She was enjoying it and would regret it if Collins didn't finish with her tonight . Not everyone got to have a romp with the mighty Collins Barlowe, she had managed to get his attention and she didn't want that opportunity to slip off her hands.

"Yes," wholly naked, he wandered across the room, moving to grab the phone from the bed. He picked up the phone and another call came in. He swiped up to pick the call . " Hey mom , " his deep voice reverberated through the room . " What's happening tonight?" He asked, blinking his eyes in confusion.

" We have dinner with Johnson Sullivan and his daughters. Have you forgotten our meeting with them today?" His mother's voice pierced his ears. "He has beautiful daughters that you will like. His first daughter is very beautiful, I already spoke to her and she seems to be interested in you too."

Collins scoffed, shaking his head. "She does not even know me."

"She does, everyone knows my son. I will be expecting you by eight, I love you. "She ended the call before he could counter her words.

He swaggered over to where the trawny, his eyes bloodshot red with fury. "Are you leaving?" She asked him.

He rolled his eyes, "How is that a business of yours ?" He snapped, pulling out the drawer attached to the dresser in the room . He brought out some stacks of cash and handed them over to her . " Leave before I finish in the bathroom ." With that said, he strolled into the bathroom.

The trawny fumed with resentment as she watched him lazily drag his feet into the bathroom. He wasn't done with her yet but she had to leave. There's always a second time, but she hoped she'd get the chance to be in bed with Collins again.

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Collins swayed his lanky body when he got into the bathroom, he slide into the bathtub and had a slow bath, wondering why his mom wants him to get married at any slightest move. He wasn't interested in getting married, all he knew was to work hard, sleep with glamorous girls and make more money. Getting married was never part of his plan, and he hoped he wouldn't see a lady that would suit him from all the five daughters of Johnson Sullivan .

He finished from the bathroom and swaggered back to the vast bedroom. The room was the finest on the second floor of his 4-floor penthouse. He specially set that room aside for his lustful desires.

He donned a pair of black trousers with a white button-down T-shirt, and a black jacket to fix. He proceeded to the long-length mirror to adjust his bow tie, he admired his well- structured manly body in the mirror. There was evidence of his continuous and relentless gyming. He smiled, he's the perfect definition of looks and a killer body .

After that, he combed his hair and dashed out of the room when he was satisfied with his looks.

Collins met Roselle his assistant while he walked in the hallway. She hurried to lead him down to the first floor, calling out his schedule for the night as they headed towards the elevator together.

"And lastly, you have a meeting by 1am."she finished, combing her curly black hair with her fingers. She stood close to him , almost not reaching his shoulders. Roselle was a woman of average height and body size; she was tall, and slender from the upper body down to her massive hips . ". That's all for tonight sir."she smiled at him, adjusting the glasses that perched on the bridge of her nose.

"Roselle, I think you should go home now."Collins spat sternly , his face filled with emotions.

"But sir, you have to meet with the…."

"Roselle, I'm not meeting with anyone tonight. I have to be somewhere with my mother." The elevator came to a halt. Collins kneaded his fingers against his creased forehead, his long frame hovering above Roselle . " Go home Roselle, we will sort things out tomorrow. "

"Yes, Boss. She smiled ."though she wanted to attend the meetings, she was also glad that she could sleep throughout the night ."I will see you tomorrow then."

The door to his Rolls Royce was already opened when he arrived at the parking lot, Collins slide in and told his driver , Daniel, his destination. Soon, the car was out of the penthouse, hitting the busy night street of Downtown Houston .

Collins fixed his glasses on his eyes and leaned backward on the seats, reminiscing the things that has been going on in his life lately. He'd been stressed out from work, he had a lot on his table. He suddenly felt a twinge in his chest when he realized that he had to obey whatever his mother wanted him to do . She was the reason he could be called Collins Barlowe today. After he lost his father when he was just 5 years old, she made sure she worked her ass out to make him successful , and the result of the hard work was what he Inherited that made him one of the richest and youngest Billionaires in Dallas.

He was jolted out of his thought by the ringing of his phone, checked, and it was his mother , Esther. He smiled, Bobbing his head. His mother would not back off from this. He trusted her never to relent .

Collins arrived at his mother's mansion a few minutes later. She was already waiting at the garage with her chauffeur. Daniel halted the car when they got into the house, he peeked over his shoulders to receive order from his boss .

" you can stay here until we are back , I am pretty sure my mom would want us to leave in her car and you know, she prefers it when her chaffeur drives the car. " Collins kneaded his fingers against his temple's worriedly, his eyes squinting as he stared around the wide garage of his mother manor . He got out of the car and met with his mother , who was already out to meet him .

His lips twitched in a smile when she saw her approaching him , she was young and beautiful as usual , " Mom," he took her hands, bending to her level to kiss her cheeks.

" oh my son," Esther smiled, adjusting her knee-length straight gown ." I made the most handsome young man in Marylebone. Just take a look at you . " she lauded herself, sending him a double wink .

"Yes momma, you did " he bumped his fist with his mom's and led her back into the car, admiring her as she carried herself with so much grace and elegance. His mother was in her early fifties, but one will think that she's still in her early thirties. Esther was one of the few old women who took workouts seriously to stay fit . She was very beautiful, tall and elegant. Collins inherited most of this trait from his mother, but in a male body and he was taller too .

They've always had each other since he was little , she strived to provide everything that he needed and made him the finest of young men of his age.

After a long drive, they finally arrived at Johnson Sullivan's mansion .

They were welcomed by bright overhead lights shimmering from the incandescent bulbs that seem to be in every corner of the area.

The Bentley Bantaya was parked beside a white Bentley that belongs to one of the daughters of Johnson Sullivan . About Eight more exotic cars crammed the parking lot, giving it a fine view.

The overhead light became bright white immediately after Collins stepped out of the car with his mother . He quickly scanned through the tall glass window that was not very different from the one in his utmost mansion. Smiling, he slid his hand into his mother's and led hee through the compound that had flowers of different kinds planted all around, all giving a pleasant scent as he walked through the compound with his mother.

They were ushered in by a young maid. She greeted them and led them into the elegant living room . There were large artwork sparsely scattered around the white-painted wall, a thread mill was positioned close to the media set that housed books, and electronic devices.

Chandeliers attached to the very tall ceilings produced a glow that uniquely illuminated the room with a cool color that matched Collins's gloomy mood .

Esther crouched down on the chesterfield while Collins made do with the Divan.

"Sullivan was my business partner when I was still in the business world. Getting married to his daughter would be beneficial to you and your company, Collins." Esther whispered to her son as they sat in the living room, awaiting the appearance of the great Johnson Sullivan.

He said nothing to his mother words. He could chose to do whatever he wanted and no one would hold him for that , but his mother was everything to him and he never wanted to hurt her. He had to visit with her, But he had plans of not choosing any of Johnson Sullivan's daughter with the excuse that none of them was his type. He had met a few of his daughters at social functions before and wouldn't deny the fact that they were breathtakingly beautiful, but he had never had a proper conversation with any of them .

Collins was still chatting with his mother when he sensed a strong manly scent, slightly different from his smell of cedar wood. He slowly shifted his gaze from his mother and it landed on Avery tall man almost the same height as he was, a bit old and clean -shaved. He donned a pair of white trousers, and a T-shirt and a white suit jacket, his lips tugged in a big smile when he sighted Collins and his mother, he hurried down the stairs, sauntering over to meet with them at the alcove of the vast living room .

Collins recognized him . He was the great Johnson Sullivan, the CEO of the greatest shipping company in London, known far and wide for his dexterity. Even though Collins was rich, one of the richest young men in Dallas, he still secretly look up to Johnson Sullivan.

"Esther," Johnson smiled, revealing his dimpled cheeks.

"Oh, Johnson." Esther hugged him, letting go almost immediately.

" you look great, Esther and I can see that you're such a handsome man as well ." Johnson adjusted his blazer, gawking at Collins who was grinning ear to ear .

I am Collins Barlowe, the CEO of Barlowe Holdings." Collins quickly introduced himself before his mother did .

" I have heard about you and I must say you're a great young man. Just the type I want for a son -in -law . " Johnson grinned. "Common, let's move over to the dining table, my daughters will soon be out ."He said, pointing towards the dining area.

"Sure," Esther looked at her son and he nudged her with his head. She smiled , following behind Johnson as he ambled over to the dining room .

" How are your businesses doing?" Johnson asked when they were settled on the cushion that surrounded the glass table in the dining room." For a young man like you , how has it been?"

"Very good," Collins smiled proudly." One has to the the prons and cons of whatever business they are doing. Though there are a few problems here and there, they are solvable if you think very well about them ."

" I trust that you're doing great." Johnson smiled. " you know we have been in business for a long time and you can always come to me when you need elderly advice. Oh, I forgot your mother is a guru too, no wonder you're doing so well." He said jokingly and they all laughed at his dry joke .

Johnson went into a deeper conversation with Collins and Esther. He got to know that Collins was extremely intelligent, just what he wanted for his daughters, he was glad he came to his house to seek one of his daughters. He was cool with whichever he chose from his five daughters. He asked him a question and Collins was about to answer when his five daughters filled in the dining room , all of them looked breathtakingly gorgeous, he swayed a bit when he caught the glimpse of their well-toned long legs slapping against the tiled floor .

They were all tall and slender frames like that of runway models. He wondered if they worked out together to keep fit . They smiled, pulling out the respective chairs to sit down . They all had their eyes on him except from one of them , he knew well that ladies couldn't resist him .

" Here are my daughters," Johnson smiled like a proud father. " introduce yourself to Collins, girls." He urged them with his hand .

The one with the curly hair , clearly the most beautiful of them all, stretched out her hand and smiled flirtatiously at him. " I am Mia, the first daughter of Johnson Sullivan, I am the vice chancellor of Sullivan shipping company." Hee long arms dangled in front of Collins, smirking as she slipped her hand into his l, he bumped her hand up nd down and smiled. Mia was his type with the perfect smile and pretty oval-shaped face. She was the kind of woman he'd like to go out with once , sleep with and get rid of .

"Collins Barlowe ," He let go of her hand . Trying to recall where he has seen Mia before as his eyes scrutinized her, he had seen her before but it was not at a social event.

He taught carefully and then it clicked; it was at a clubhouse and that night was hot. He kissed his teeth, muttering some cuss words. He was certain Mia remembered too because she was staring strangely at him .

"I am Sonia , the second daughter of Johnson Sullivan ." The dark -haired one smiled at him , but not stretching her hand to him . She was uninterested in him, and he appreciated her for that because he was clearly not interested either. She was beautiful, not overly dressed like Mia. Her green eyes shimmered as she stared at everything and everyone in the dining room except him. She didn't even talk about her job, he smiled at her nonchalance,he loved that.

"I am Camila Sullivan, the third daughter of Johnson Sullivan. She had a bubbly personality, she was all over the place and he didn't like that . Collins smiled at her, took her hand and left it quickly . Though very beautiful, she wasn't the woman he'd want, she was too skinny ." I am a model."she said, as if on cue with his thought.

"I thought as much ."Collins chuckled lightly.

" I am Emma, the fourth daughter of Johnson Sullivan, " she took Collins large hands in her smallish ones." I own a fashion line for men and women. You must have heard of Emma's style, that's me. "She grinned widely, revealing her perfect set of white teeth. " I must say you're a very handsome man ." She flirted with him, talking back and forth how a model like him was needed in her fashion brand.

The two adults watched them with utmost interest, when Emma was talking too much, her father quickly cut in." Emma, let your sister continue from here."

"Oh, dad, common" she shrugged her shoulders, her short hairstyle perfectly fitted her, making her look like a stylist . Her chatty mouth was a turn off for Collins already ." Welcome here." She leaned back on the cushion, her eyes intently fixed on him .

Collins nodded his head, he was impressed. They were all beautiful and all seems to be doing well themselves from what he was told. Sonia was the only one who didn't tell him what she was into, and he wasn't interested either .

"My daughters are exceptional, is there anyone you'd want to settle with, Johnson asked Collins, smiling.

Collins scrutinized them, all of them had eyes on him aside from Sonia of course. None of them caught his attention, he shook his head and replied in a bored tone. "None."

Their Jaws dropped when he said that , " what do you mean?" Mia spat angrily. " you mean none? Even me?" She smiled.

Collins could feel his mother hot gaze burning him , but he chose to avoid her eyes at that moment . Then he remembered that Johnson Sullivan had five daughters but just four were there, he was yet to meet the fifth daughter.

" There is one of your daughters I'm yet to meet. Can I meet her too?" He asked Johnson . A look of displeasure washed through his face when Collins asked him that.

" No, she isn't your type. These four beautiful ladies are the most eligible daughters. If you don't want anyone from them, then forget about choosing a bride from the Sullivan family." Johnson stated sternly .

" you won't even like her , she's not someone you'd want. " Mia chipped in, scrunching her nose.

" I still insist on meeting her ." Collins stood on his words.

The four daughters exchanged a knowing glance and they laughed out loudly.

Sonia looked at her dad and said. " Dad, you know well that I'm not into men, I love ladies more and this gathering is not for me. If you don't mind, I would like to excuse myself."

Collins nodded his head, he now understood why Sonia didn't show any interest in him, she was a lesbian.

" Mia, my first daughter is beautiful and smart." Johnson countered .

" And she will make the perfect bride for you son. " Esther who had been quite all these while finally talked , " Mia said

" I want to meet your last daughter, Mr Johnson Sullivan, " Collins insisted, his voice domineering and authoritative. That was what he needed before he walked out of the dining room and forever out of Sullivan's mansion.