The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 14

Lark leaned forward on the sofa where she was reviewing a file for her father and scratched her temple in confusion. “Is this for real?”

“Yes.”

“You manage all of his legal affairs?”

“I do.”

“Including patents?”

“Yup.”

“Dad, you manage the patents for dildos on behalf of Max Villeneuve?” Incredulity coated her words. Wasn’t he mortified? Max was like an adopted kid to him. She pulled her nose back in disgust.

Her father chuckled not looking up from his own work at his desk. “Several patents. The one which is Bluetooth controlled, shaped like a squid head with multiple appendages is one of my favorites in terms of shock value for the patent office. Apparently, he can’t keep it in stock.”

“Multiple appendages?”

“Multiple bendable appendages. When Olivier and I asked him where he got the idea for this, he said he was in his grandfather’s office back in New Orleans and came across a toy Levi used to play with as a boy. It was an action figure with stretchy arms which were posable.”

“Who looks at a toy from the seventies or eighties and starts thinking this would be a great way to get a woman off?” Lark muttered as she flipped through the pages in front of her.

“Speaking as a man?” her father shot her a smirk, “at least half the male population. The other half are thinking how it could get them off.”

“You know how he got into this, right?” Lark snickered.

“I know what he’s told his father. What do you know?” Grady leaned back in his seat.

“Science class in grade nine we did an anatomy class. More than the typical elementary school s****| education class, this was all about interior anatomy. Our science teacher made the mistake of bringing in an anatomically correct set of genitalia for males and females and stupidly forgot to lock it up in her desk when the bell went. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on Jo bni b.co m. Don’t miss out, visit it now. I think she simply wanted to get the hell out of the class to avoid any more questions from Max and Ollie. Anyway, Johan grabs the p***s and thinks he’s funny and tries to put it in the v****a, but it doesn’t go in. It slams against the plastic. Max said it’s meant to fit and stole it and spent the next week trying to figure out how it works. He was obsessed. He was researching everything from tilted pelvises to medical issues which cause women pain during intercourse because in his mind, forcing something rigid must be painful. He was constantly asking us inappropriate questions in the name of science which, had it been anyone other than Max, we would have been reporting him to everyone who would listen. It was Max though and we knew he was genuinely curious. This was the beginning journey of Max’s foray into the woman body.”

He shook his head. “He always was curious with biological matters.”

“Then,” she continued her story, “we were sixteen and he interrupts me and Ollie in her bedroom holding a white vibrator in his hand. One of those straight, rigid plastic battery operated things is clutched tight in his hand and demands to know if this is what women use to please themselves. We were mortified, mostly because we knew it was Bobbie’s. Like it was her personal thing, and he was holding it, bare handed, waving it around.” She almost gagged with the memory. “He said despite the fact it was his mother’s, it was an abomination the way women needed to take care of themselves. He started researching dildos and pleasure instead of the pain he’d been thinking of and suddenly Max Villeneuve no longer wanted to be a world-renowned gynecologist who specialized in curing women’s pain and discomfort. He went straight to debauchery and pleasure.”

“An article he did for GQ came out last week and Bobbie almost killed him. He told this story minus yours and Ollie’s embarrassment.”

“Ollie said he did a cover and I saw the photo, but I didn’t hear about the story. What was it about?”

“About finding his mother’s straight dildo. Called it torpedo shaped.”

She covered her mouth in horror. “He outed Bobbie’s use of s*x toys to the world? Why would he do that?”

He reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled a magazine and tossed it to her. “Olivier and I read it on Friday. Pissed ourselves laughing until Bobbie called Olivier asking how he let such a thing go to print. As if either of us knew he told the story, or they would use it.”

“I would have killed him. He’s lucky she didn’t take advantage of his illness on Saturday night and finish him off.”

Grady laughed, “he gave her a gift basket.”

“Of s*x toys?” she was aghast.

“No. He owns the spas too, Lark.”

“Oh, like soaps and stuff.”

“And gift certificates for the spa for massages, manicures, and pedicures. He made sure to include your mom on the reservations.”

She flipped through the magazine and read the article, snickering at the spot about his inspiration. Poor Bobbie. However, as she read the article on the man she’d been avoiding since she was a teenager, she was gaining an insight into the depths of his brilliance. Despite the fact he was making a killing in an industry which was considered taboo, his business acumen was not anything to be mocked. He homed in on an industry and a need and then exploited it using science, a hell of a marketing strategy through Johan and his own bold, brazen straight to the point tactics. He insisted too many women were stuck in disappointing love lives and if lazy lovers were going to force them to take matters into their own hands, they should be given proper tools to do it. She grimaced at the tagline in the story. “If you can’t please your woman, I can?” She looked up to her father in disgust. “Seriously?”

“Johan was proud of his marketing.”

“Figures. Two peas in a damn pod.” She tossed the magazine back down. “What do I need to do?”

“Figure out, based on previous patent applications what we need to submit legally for the new design. He apparently beta tested it and he’s worried a competitor will try to beat him to the punch.”

“Beta tested it?”