Billionaire: Billionaire Boss Romance: What the Boss Wants, He Gets (Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Boss Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Older Man Romance)

by Tia Siren

  “What are you talking about? Casey asked, coming forward and trying to take her arms, but she stepped out of his reach.

  “Forget it,” Rae said, and she didn’t know why she was so angry, or so hurt, but she turned around and hurried out of the man’s home. He had bought her a car, and she felt horrible driving in it, but she had no way to get back home, so she did so.

  Days passed, and Casey tried to call her, and when she wouldn’t answer he showed up at her apartment, but Gillian told him to go away and he did so. Rae spent most of her time crying, and the days turned into weeks.

  The day before the big premiere of Rae’s first movie, she and Gillian sat on her bed, talking. Already, Rae was showing, her stomach pushing against her shirt uncomfortably.

  “I’m here for you, girl, but I don’t understand… why…” Gillian said, but she didn’t know how to finish her sentence.

  “Why I’m keeping it?”

  “I guess… I didn’t want to say it like that, but yes.”

  “I don’t know. I would be a good mom, you know? I will be a good mom. Like my mom was. She came out here with me. But now we hardly talk. I haven’t even told her about this, but… I just want to do right. You know, I have this cousin, and she didn’t live where I lived. She didn’t have the same opportunities, and as hard as it is, as hard as it was, and has been, to get work here, as much as I was overlooked, she came from somewhere else. She was pregnant at fourteen, the dad was just some kid, she was just some kid, and she didn’t keep it. And she acted tough, you know? She had to, living where she lived. But it killed her. I could see it in her eyes. I don’t have to do that. I don’t have to act tough. If Casey doesn’t want to do it with me, to raise this kid, then fine. But I can’t give up on him. Or her.”

  Gillian smiled softly, and she hugged her friend. “I’m here for you. Remember that.”

  Rae smiled, and then she began to cry, as she so often did.

  5

  The premiere of When Love Speaks was another point on the long list of things Rae had never thought she would experience. There was a red carpet, and she was let out of a limo along with Gillian, her plus one. They posed for pictures, smiling and laughing, intent of having a good time. There was a group where people stood, simply fans of movies, or fans of celebrities. Some of them called Rae’s name, and it was shocking, but it delighted her. She went to see them, the normal people, and she felt terrible that she thought of them that way. She signed anything they pressed into her hand, and she leaned close to the railing that separated them from her, smiling into cell phone after cell phone as she took thirty selfies. They neared the historic theater where the premier was taking place, and Rae froze in her tracks. There was Casey, smiling with Amelia Stevens, who was dressed as nicely as Rae was, and who looked a little bored. She had done a premier a hundred times. She wasn’t excited anymore, but Rae was sure she had been once.

  Seeing Casey brought a painful twinge to Rae’s chest, as if her heart was literally breaking. He saw her, his eyes flickering over to her, but then the people taking pictures were calling his name, and he was smiling again and looking at them. Bright bulbs flashed.

  “Rae, go have a picture with your co-stars,” one man with a camera yelled out after noticing her. Rae forced a smile on her face, and went to do so. She stood next to Amelia, pointedly putting her between Casey and herself. But the older actress soon tired of the charade, and she smiled to Rae.

  “He’s all yours, sweetie,” she said, and she headed into the theater. Rae hesitated, but Casey moved over and put his arm around her, smiling for the camera men as they took a hundred photos. Rae smiled too, but she wasn’t sure how she was managing to. She put a hand protectively on her stomach as the bright lights blinded her.

  “Are you two still together?” one man asked. “No one has seen you together in months!”

  Rae didn’t want to answer him, was going to ignore him, but Casey stepped forward, and he held his hands up.

  “I’d like to address that head-on,” he said, and the cameras stopped clicking. Some nearby reporters hurried over and held digital voice recorders up. A camera crew and reporter from television hurried up as well.

  The months I’ve spent with Rae Coleman have been the greatest months of my life,” Casey said, and Rae didn’t know what to think. Was he going to lie about their relationship? Why was he so concerned what people thought about him? The man went on, and she listened.

  “I have to say, I can get caught up in all of this,” Casey said. “There're all of these rules; there’s all of these things. Focus groups tell us what they like in movies, and what they don’t. I get hung up on them, and I think about them in real life. Everything I do is scrutinized. It’s exhausting, but it’s part of the game. It’s what I do, and it’s what affords me a privileged life. So I do it.”

  Rae looked over to Gillian, who held up her hands in an exaggerated shrug, and Casey went on.

  “I’ve dated a million girls. Most of them young, all of them beautiful, and they all meant something to me. But never like this. Never like this woman standing next to me. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s insanely talented. I’ve done this for a long time, and when someone comes in, so young and fresh, and she can teach you something about what you do, you take notice. You're about to see that in this film tonight.”

  Rae didn’t know what to think. Was he buttering her up? Trying to get her to take him back? She didn’t want him back, not like that. She wanted him to own up to it all, she wanted him to be a father.

  Casey continued. “What I’m ashamed of is how I’ve acted recently. After I learned that Miss Coleman was pregnant.”

  There was an audible gasp from the gathered crowd, and Rae thought it was like something out of a movie.

  “She told me she was pregnant, and I didn’t step up. I’m an idiot, because I lost her. I was worried about those focus groups. I was worried I would be done. Women, they have this idea that I’m available, it’s fine if I date, but to Michelle in Michigan, I could be hers. When she watches one of my movies, I am hers. But if I’m a dad. If I have a wife… she can’t do that. Well I realize now, that sorry to Michelle from Michigan, but I don’t care. I want to be a dad, and I want to have a wife, and Rae, I have to ask you….” Casey said, trailing off and turning towards her. He pulled something small out of his pocket, and she saw it was a box. He knelt on one knee, and opened the lid of the box. Inside was the most beautiful engagement ring she had ever seen.

  “Will you marry me?” Casey asked, and Rae realized there was a stream of tears rolling down her face. She nodded, her hand clamped over her mouth. Casey smiled and rose, and they hugged. And then they kissed, and the camera started up again, but neither of them noticed the flashes.

  ****

  THE END

  BWWM MAFIA Romance - The Russian’s Secret Love Child

  Flashback

  “Papa, no more… please!” Anton pleaded as his father swung his leather belt against his soft young face.

  “What did I tell you? Ha?” His father yelled, continuing whipping his delicate and frail body.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not gonna do it again. Please, stop…..”

  “No. You have to learn. And I’m gonna teach you how to discipline yourself….”

  Neighbors were filled with terror as they heard him screaming for help. He was the only child, and since his mother died to Malaria, his father had never treated him as his own child. Alcohol became his best buddy.

  Anton had not eaten yet since morning. How could he if no one brought him food to quench his hunger with? His father’s beating seemed to be his only meal of the day.

  “Stop. Stop. Please, papa… Stop.” Those were the only words he could utter as the belt penetrated into his flesh, ripping the layers of his skin, exposing every tissue of his muscles.

  “Your mother, whom you killed, didn’t tell you to steal! How could you disrespect her?” He asked in a very strong tone, deafening Anton’s fragi
le ears.

  Since Anton’s mother passed away, his father had been hostile to him. Unable to blame anyone, he focused his anger on his son, who knew nothing but to obey every word he spoke in great fear.

  But desperation pushed him to disregard his father’s command and follow the craving of his hunger. This morning, when no one was looking, he stole a piece of bread from a small bakery. He was caught. A child like him was inexperienced when it came to crime. It was survival instinct that taught him how to misbehave.

  “I’m sorry….” He cried out, eating his own mucus while drinking his own tears.

  Finally, his father got tired of beating him up and decided to call it for the day. Tomorrow was another day. It seemed he was his father’s punching bag, an object he used to dissipate his fury and disappointment in life.

  The floor was his mattress as he laid resting, feeling the pain of his father’s abomination. Is it my fault that mama died? He thought as tears streamed out of his eyes. He did not seem to feel the cold of the bare floor where dust fell and covered the slippery surface.

  “Why? Why Am I so unlucky? It’s not my fault to be born poor.” He cried out.

  Those same words he spoke as a child kept on repeating whenever he was alone. The memory of the past kept haunting him down. Deep. Painful. Miserable. Those words described his childhood.

  “Enough! Enough…….” He screamed as his hands clenched his hair, trying to get rid of a headache created by the trauma of his father’s beating.

  Down to the floor, he laid almost in the same position as he was the night after he stole the piece of bread.

  Head against the carpeted floor, his gaze was fixed on the huge mirror sitting on the floor, giving him the reflection of his soul.

  “Who are you?” He asked himself, still staring in the mirror.

  “I’m Anton Belinsky. A famous billionaire. A leader of the notorious and most feared mafia in the world. That child was dead, long time ago. I’m alive. Free. Successful. No one could beat me down anymore. No one. No one.”

  However hard he tried to forget his past, it would always grab hold of his foot, pulling him down. Unless he learned to forgive. Only then he would find an inner remission that would set him free eternally from the bondage of his oppressed childhood.

  Chapter One

  Ripping the envelope, the sound of tearing paper increased her blood pressure. As she pulled the letter from its shelter, her hands quaked in great fear. She knew what it was. Something she foresaw coming. Something she’d been praying not to happen.

  “Oh, please….” She cried out as she saw the Eviction Letter with her mother’s name on it.

  “Mama…..” She called out. Her voice’s wavelength echoed all over the street.

  Drinking coffee while watching her favorite program on T.V, she was perplexed to hear her daughter’s ear-splitting scream. What happened? She thought, alarmed that something was not right in the kitchen.

  “What? Did you burn the patties I told you to cook for breakfast?” She asked, eyes wide open.

  “No!” She replied, annoyed that she was oblivious to what was happening. “Did you know about this?”

  Her mother knew exactly what she was talking about – it was fairly obvious. “Tasia. Look…..” She tried to explain, but Tasia cut in, exasperated that anytime soon, she might find her mother residing with other inmates.

  “No. You know all about this, don’t you? Don’t lie to me.” Tears began to escape her eyes.

  “Have a sit-down dear. I know you’re disappointed in me, but let me explain everything.”

  “No! I don’t wanna hear your lies again. I’ve had enough of it. You told me you were not gonna gamble again. And yet, you did. How could you?” She cried in complete sadness as she imagined her mother being in jail.

  “Please, sit down.”

  Not knowing what to do, she was forced to sit down and hear her mother’s plea.

  “Since your father died, I’ve been really lonely. Gambling is my only therapy, and you know that. I didn’t know what to do. I gambled what was left to us in hope to make it grow, and it did. That’s why I got you through to college.”

  “I know that. But you told me you’re gonna stop.” Tasia cut in.

  “Darling, you must understand that I’ve been really depressed lately when you were gone doing you studies. I couldn’t stay home. I’d go mad. Is that what you want? Tell me?”

  Tasia felt what her mother was going through. She’d been there. She knew how it felt to be left out and abandoned. Of course, it was miserable. Who would want to be in that position? “So, what do we do now?”

  “We’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it so much. It’s my problem. It’s not yours to solve.”

  Really? How could you say that? Tasia asked her mother in her thoughts. She was everything to her. And she would do almost anything to protect her. That was the promise she had made before her father died. A promise she had to keep.

  ****

  Anton was wiping his .30 Carbine pistol when the brothers arrived from hunting. Raising his gun up slightly, he mirrored what they were doing through the shiny surface of his silver pistol.

  “So how many did you manage to hunt?” He asked, wondering how much money they would earn out of the illegal weapons his brothers managed to trade.

  “A couple.” One of them spoke.

  “Give me the details.”

  “20,000 pistols. 30,000 armalites. 15,000 shotguns. And 10,000 missiles.”

  “Is that all?” He asked. His voice sounded like he was angry.

  “Yes… We couldn’t convince the idiots to give us more shotguns. Instead, they gave us missiles.”

  Turning around to face them, his face expressed a hint of danger. The brothers felt the sting of his stare.

  “What are you gonna do with those freaking missiles? You all know not many wanted that crap. I told you to get shotguns, as many as you possibly can.”

  “That’s the thing. They’ve run out. Oh, well. At least, that’s what they’ve said.”

  “Assholes…. You should’ve blown their heads off.”

  He turned again to put his pistol away.

  “Go. Find our clients. Make sure you don’t mess up this time. Or otherwise, I’ll definitely blow all your heads off.”

  The brothers were shocked. Fear clouded the atmosphere. They knew he was serious. A powerful and candid person like him could do almost anything with his money. They knew they were no match for him. One word – they might breathe their last.

  Thinking about not having enough shotguns to provide his clients’ requests triggered his fury. Damn cunts, he thought. He walked back and forth repeatedly, trying to calm himself down. But the hatred pre-conceived as a kid always got the best of him.

  He threw his pistol against the huge mirror. The sound of the mirror shattering into tiny pieces irritated him even more, inclining his already flaming temper. He wanted everything to be perfect. He was very organized. One mistake could turn him into a monstrous creature that everyone feared. He believed he could obtain everything through violence. At least, that was what he learned as he grew up.

  He looked at his wristwatch for the time before dialing a number on the telephone.

  “Hello? Sam, are you there?”

  Sam was the old fellow who introduced him to the industry of mafia. He was an American man who traveled to Russia for illegal trading. Learning Anton’s crestfallen childhood forced him to help him reach his ambitious dream.

  “Oh, hello there Anton. What brought you here?” He asked.

  “I’m still in Russia. I’m coming over to talk about important stuff. If you know what I mean.”

  He did not want to be so specific about the topic. He knew there might be FBI spies listening on the line. He’d seen it happened before to one of his brothers, and he was too wise to be fooled.

  “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about. Just pop in. You know where I live, right?”

  “
Alright. Thanks!” Then he hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.

  Chapter Two

  Under a tree, Tasia sat on one of the benches in the park close to her house in Chicago, waiting for her cousin to arrive. The sun was in its full glory as it cast its tentacles all over the place. Thank goodness, a southerly breeze came in and whispered to her, drying the droplets of sweat all over her face.

  As she gulped the last drop of water, she heard someone slam their car’s door with a mighty bang. She had a suspicion it was him. He liked a loud entourage to grab ladies’ attention.

  “I knew it was you,” Tasia said as she turned her gaze to Nigel.

  His X-Large yellow hoody shone brightly against the rays of the sun. His jewelry spoke that he was rich, not just pretending, pure 18 karat gold. His original NY hat covered his patchy, severely curled hair. But his outfit did not quite compliment his dark and shiny skin.

  “Hello there, cousin. How have you been?” He gave her a hug and kissed Tasia’s cheeks as a token of his appreciation to see her after years of without.

  “I’ve been well. What about you?” She asked, although she already knew the answer.

  “Can’t you see?” He spanned his arms, showing off his expensive attire.

  “Yeah, I see….” She agreed as her head bowed repeatedly.

  They sat together, letting the heat of the moment calm down. After a couple of minutes, he noticed she became quiet.

  “Tasia, you’re ok?”

  “Ha? Ah, yeah… I’m ok, Nigel. I’m just thinking of Mama.”

  “By the way, how’s Aunt Tonya?”

  “Yeah… she’s fine.” Tasia’s voice hinted resignation, which he quickly read. She could not lie to him. They grew up together, and he knew exactly that she had something in mind. Or otherwise, she would not have called him to meet up.

  He was aware this was not just a casual meeting. She needed something.

  “Tasia.” Nigel’s voice was stern.