Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife)

by Charlotte Rose

  Every moment with Julian has been magical and it’s almost hard to believe a relationship could be so perfect but I know that’s it’s not entirely perfect because of the way Julian took me from Derek and Derek’s desire to get me back. Will he find me? If so, will Julian defeat him once and for all and we can finally forget about him? Or will Derek try and hurt Julian in some way? The questions leave me baffled and tense. Why can’t Derek just move on and leave us alone? Does Derek really love me or does he simply want to get back for his pride? If Derek truly loves me than I can understand how he feels, because I love Julian and I can’t imagine being separated from him.

  “Please don’t ever let me go,” I say emotionally, turning my attention toward Julian.

  He studies my face and senses my distress. His hands dive into my hair and he kisses me hard and domineering. Tears spring forth from my eyes and run down my cheeks. Everything feels so perfect, except for Derek still in the picture. I feel myself get even more emotional.

  Julian stops and examines my tears. He gently wipes them away with the lightest touch of his finger.

  “You know I hate to see you cry,” he whispers. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  I let Julian hold me tight and I force myself to push away any doubts and fears.

  “Make love to me,” I whisper against Julian lips and begin to kiss him hard. He kisses me back harder, his tongue unforgiving and merciless.

  He cradle lifts me and takes me into the bedroom. He throws me onto the bed and strips off all his clothing, exposing his beautifully toned and sculpted fighter’s body.

  He gets on top of me, pulls up my skirt, rips off my panties and slides his hard length inside me. I wrap my arms around his back, touching and feeling the rock hard structural design of his back.

  This time, there is no role playing, just sensual love-making. I savor every moment of it, putting away any thoughts of Derek. I grip Julian’s back as he moves on top of me and kisses me.

  He continues making love to me for about an hour or two or three—I lose track of time. Julian gives me orgasm after orgasm. His endurance is extreme and I know he can go all night, but when he sees I’m spent after my fifth orgasm, he thrusts harder and faster than he has for the past few hours, and finally climaxes inside me.

  We lay cuddled in each other’s arms. I am extremely satisfied and exceptionally relaxed. I rest my head on Julian’s chest, listening to his beating heart and his breathing.

  “I’ve never done that before,” he whispers as he kisses the top of my head.

  “Done what?” I ask shocked.

  “Made love to a woman,” he whispers.

  I remain silent, understanding what he means. All the other times we had sex, it’s been brutal, intense, and animalistic. I’m sure with the other women he’s fucked it’s been the same. This is the first time he’s ever made love to me and I’m the first woman he’s ever made love to. I feel special in some way.

  In the morning, Julian has planned a safari for our last day in South Africa. It’s Julian, me, and two African men, one driving and one guiding the tour.

  We stop at our first location and watch as a family of elephants notice us and then go back to drinking water. There are two baby elephants and four adult elephants.

  Next, we stop by two lions, a male and a female, and I watch with amazement as they walk right past the jeep, taking no notice of us. They are beautiful creatures, especially the male with its large mane in a beautiful golden color.

  We drive further across the African terrain and make our next stop by a large herd of zebras. They are simply standing and gazing around, watching for danger.

  Our last stop is right by a lone giraffe. It’s stretching out its long neck, reaching for leaves to eat off a tree. I watch and wonder if it had a mate and why it’s all alone. I recall Derek and I know he is probably alone, refusing to move on and find another woman. Even though I love Julian, I can’t help thinking about Derek occasionally, wondering what he is up to.

  After the safari, we go home, where we have our luggage waiting for, already packed for us by the maid. Our private driver takes our luggage and transports us to the airport where we have a private jet waiting for us.

  In the jet, Julian pours us each a glass of champagne and we toast to our successful trip in South Africa and to our next destination—United Arab Emirates.

  On the flight there, Julian tells me that he expects me to spend his money and he’s not letting me leave until I spend lots of his money in Dubai. I smirk and promise to spend as much of his money as I can.

  Once in Dubai we transfer from private jet to helicopter. We are taken for a fifteen minute helicopter ride to the Burj Al Arab, a seven star hotel.

  During the short flight I get to see a birds-eye-view of the beautiful city. I see skyscrapers, hotels, condos, water canals, the shoreline and artificial islands that are shaped to look like a palm tree. I take note that the city is so thoughtfully planned and well-designed. We make our landing on the Burj Al Arab hotel’s helipad on the 28th level.

  We are staying in the best suite available—the Royal Suite. As soon as we enter the suite I am in awe of the luxurious interior design. There are royal colors of red, purple, gold, brown, black, beige, orange, and dark blue within the entire spacious suite. Our personal butler unpacks our clothing from our luggage and hangs it in the walk in closet for us.

  It is now the afternoon. Julian has decided to take me to the world’s biggest mall. We are taken there by our private driver in a white Rolls Royce.

  We are walking hand-in-hand through the Dubai Mall and looking at the various store window displays. We stop by Audemars Piguet, Cartier, Bvlgari, Chopard, Piaget, Richard Mille, Mouawad, Harry Winston, and La Marquise to pick out a few very expensive jewelry pieces for me. Julian also buys a new watch to add to his large wristwatch collection—an Audemars Piguet skeleton watch. However, Julian appears much happier purchasing for me than for himself.

  Each jewelry piece he purchases for me is twenty-five thousand dollars or more. Julian has bought me seventeen pieces of jewelry. He is eager for me to pick out more pieces, but I’ve decided that I’ve had enough jewelry shopping for the day.

  We stop by Hermès, Chanel, Elie Saab, Oscar de la Renta, Chloe, Escada, Donna Karan, and Missoni. I try on numerous dresses, and Julian picks out the ones he likes the most and buys them for me. Julian has bought me thirty-six dresses, each over five thousand dollars along with heels that match the color of each dress. Julian also buys me two Hermès Birkin handbags, a red one and a white one, and three classic Chanel flap bags in quilted lambskin—a black one, a pink one, and a white one.

  I am blown away by the amount of money Julian has spent and he acts as if he were spending dimes. He appears to be extremely satisfied by spending his money on me.

  We have our bags of shopping packed away by our private driver in the trunk of the Rolls Royce. It is sometime in the early evening. We go to see the evening fountain show at the Dubai Fountain set on the 30-acre Burj Khalifa Lake. The fountain is 900 feet long, is lit by very bright incandescent lights, and has five circles of varying sizes and two central arcs. I watch as the fountain shoots water jets as high as 500 feet. The fountain reminds me of the fountains of the Bellagio in Las Vegas.

  We go back to our suite after a long day. My feet hurt from walking around the Dubai mall. We get dressed for dinner. Julian wears a custom-made suit, all black as always, and I wear one of my new dresses, a long, fitted, fuchsia dress by Oscar de la Renta with my pink Chanel bag.

  We head to a restaurant that has a stunning floor to ceiling aquarium on all four sides. We have a view of the colorful aquatic life swimming right beside our table as we enjoy a fresh seafood dinner.

  After dinner, we go for drinks at the Skyview Bar, on the 27th floor of the Burj Al Arab and 200 meters above sea level. The space is elegant, with a multi-colored ceiling, and floor to ceiling windows with a view of Dubai’s coastline and the brightly lit city
below.

  We take a seat on a couch right by the window and Julian orders us cocktails. Julian has his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I sip at my cocktail and look out onto the stunning view below.

  A few moments later, Julian is approached by a thirty-something man in an expensive-looking suit.

  “Hey buddy, fancy seeing you here,” he says in a British accent. He is a lean, handsome man with dark brown hair and green eyes. “Who is this young lady?” he asks when he sees me.

  “This is, Cheryl, my wife,” Julian responds proudly, as if showing a trophy to a good friend.

  “Nice,” the man responds while admiring me. “How do you do, Cheryl?” The man sticks out his hand for me to shake. I shake his hand and smile, pleasantly amused by his British accent and his polite way of speaking.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” I respond.

  “I’m Jack, by the way.” He smiles.

  He turns his attention back toward Julian. “What have you been up to? It’s been ages hasn’t it?”

  “Why don’t you sit and have a drink with me and my wife,” Julian suggests.

  “No, no, I don’t want to impose,” he responds.

  “Please, I insist.” Julian calls over the waiter and orders his friend a drink. Jack requests a martini and sits across from Julian.

  “What have you been up to?” Jack asks inquisitively.

  “You know same old, same old,” Julian says. “And you, my friend?”

  “My wife and I just had our first baby,” Jack proclaims. “She just gave birth three weeks ago.”

  “Congrats, looks like you’ve become a family man.” Julian smirks.

  “I can say the same thing about you,” Jack replies. “I didn’t think you’d ever settle down. But with a woman like Cheryl, I’m not surprised.” Jack glances at me and smiles.

  Jack’s martini arrives. I sip my cocktail and observe Julian’s friend with interest.

  “How’s business?” Julian asks.

  I listen as Jack talks about his latest venture, a private holding company.

  Julian and his friend get into a more complicated discussion of business that does not interest me, and so I sip my cocktail and gaze out at the glittering lights of the Dubai skyline.

  Jack orders a few more martinis while discussing business with Julian. I slowly sip on my cocktail while enjoying the view.

  After downing six martinis rapidly while speaking with Julian, I notice that Jack is slurring his speech. He is getting more and more talkative.

  “You want to do a few lines for old time’s sake?” Jack suddenly suggests to Julian and my eyes instantly widen. This is another new morsel of information.

  “No, man. I’m good,” Julian mutters, a quick glance at me.

  “Suit yourself,” Jack replies. “Well then, I’m off. Good seeing you man.” Jack stands up, claps Julian’s back, and stumbles away. We both watch as he disappears.

  “Jack is an old business friend. The guy drinks alcohol like it’s water and he does every type of drug imaginable.”

  “I don’t care about your friend. I care about you,” I respond.

  “I’ve done my share of drugs when I was younger, but it was just experimental. I haven’t touched the stuff since after I met you.” Julian explains.

  “You don’t do anything now?” I pry.

  “No,” Julian responds firmly. “Jack and his wife live in London so whenever I was on business in London, I did a lot with Jack. That was just one phrase of my life. Now, with you in the picture, that is another new phase in my life.”

  I’ve heard that London is the cocaine capital of Europe. I’ve never experimented with any drugs and so this leaves me feeling uneasy. What can I expect though? I’ve seen The Wolf of Wall Street movie. I know that nearly all wealthy men have lived more than most average people: traveled more, had more sex, done more drugs, experienced and tried many more things than the average person.

  I hear Julian’s world phone ring. He pulls it out of his inside suit jacket pocket and looks at the screen.

  “Derek,” Julian says under his breath. He shoots his eyes to me and I see the viciousness in them.

  My heart begins to race and my pulse pounds hard.

  He picks up the phone.

  “Fuck off, Derek,” he hisses.

  I watch as his jaw clenches tight and he presses his ear into the phone.

  “No,” Julian growls low into the phone.

  No what?

  “So be it,” Julian spits. “I’ll kill you.”

  Julian ends the call and slips the phone back into his inside jacket pocket.

  “What did he say?” I ask, wide-eyed and nervous.

  Julian doesn’t answer. The phone rings again. Julian ignores it until it stops.

  “Maybe I should speak to him, try to convince him to leave us alone? He just doesn’t understand how much I love you and that I don’t want to be with him anymore.”

  “He understands perfectly well, Cheryl,” Julian responds, sounding irritated.

  The phone begins ringing again.

  “Please let me talk to him,” I plead with Julian.

  Julian shoots his eyes to mine and looks to be considering my request. “No,” he growls.

  The phone stops ringing. After a few minutes it begins ringing again.

  “He’s mocking me, Cheryl. If he wants to be a man about it and fight me again, I’m ready. I won’t tolerate anything else.”

  “But if I tell him—”

  “Nothing you say will change his mind,” Julian interrupts me. “He doesn’t give a fuck how you feel.”

  I remain silent, considering how I can solve this situation and quickly concluding that there is absolutely nothing I can do. The only way this situation will be solved is if Derek moves on or Julian and Derek fight once and for all. There is a possibility that Derek will never find us in the first place. That is my one hope.

  I finish off my cocktail and feel a sudden tiredness hit me. “I’m tired, can we go back to our suite?”

  Julian takes me back to our suite and we get into bed.

  I am feeling really buzzed and I’m in the mood, but it appears that Julian is in no mood for sex. He holds me close. I am probably more insatiable than Julian.

  I close my eyes, tired and ready to fall asleep, but as I am laying in Julian’s arms I suddenly feel so anxious. My minds starts racing.

  I pop my eyes open and stare aimlessly into the dark room. Suddenly, inexplicable fear grips me. I’m scared that at any minute Derek will come and rip me away from Julian.

  Thought after thought invades my mind. Derek’s attempt to get me back is futile since I don’t love him anymore and I never will. If Derek does get me back, what is his plan? Will Julian really kill Derek if they fight again? Or will Derek kill Julian?

  I’m tired but I can’t sleep. My mind is running wild.

  “You okay?” Julian suddenly interrupts my thoughts. “You’re breathing heavy.”

  “Yes. I’m fine.”

  “I hope you don’t have any doubts about my ability to protect you.”

  “Of course not,” I respond emphatically.

  “Derek has no chance.” Julian grips his muscular arms around me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

  I recall the first fight and know full well that Julian is very powerful and if anything happens, it will be Julian incapacitating Derek.

  I relax into Julian’s chest and finally fall asleep.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Julian awakes me early in the morning. I blink my eyes open. I’m feeling sleepy and don’t feel like getting up. Julian is wearing a black suit, a black shirt, and a black tie.

  “I have some business to conduct this morning and I’d like you to come with me and help me make the final decision.”

  “What kind of business?” I mumble, wanting to close my eyes and go back to sleep for even a few minutes longer.

  “I’ve decided to purchase a new property in Dubai. I want to go and
take a look to make my final decision about a 60,000 square foot villa on the Palm Jumeirah.”

  Julian and I get dressed, have breakfast, and are taken to the property by our private driver.

  As soon as I lay my eyes on the property, my jaw drops. The contemporary mansion is crafted in glass and steel with vast floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sea.

  A man is a lavish suit greets us by the entrance and takes us through the mansion. We view eight bedrooms, eight bathrooms, two family rooms, two study areas, a basement cinema seating up to seventy people, indoor and outdoor swimming pools and a sauna. There are magnificent 180-degree sea views, private beach access, and gardens.

  “Parking?” Julian asks after we’ve viewed the whole space.

  “Space to park twenty cars," the man answers simply.

  Julian turns to me. “Your unfiltered opinion, Cheryl.”

  “I love it,” I respond.

  “I’ll make you an offer,” Julian tells the man.

  Our private driver takes us to Dolphin Bay. Julian has planned for us to go swimming with dolphins.

  We are swimming in swallow water with two beautiful female dolphins. We pet them and talk to them. I hold onto one as she takes me for a ride around in the water. The experience is amazing and Julian appears satisfied that I am enjoying myself.

  After having lunch, we go to see Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world, at 2,722 feet. The elevator very quickly shoots us up to the top.

  The view from the top of the building is breathtaking. Julian holds me close as we gaze out over Dubai—it looks a miniature model city. I feel exhilarated. I feel like I’m on top of the world—after all I am on top of the tallest building in the world with the love of my life.

  “The way you’re feeling right now, is the way I feel about you being my wife,” Julian whispers into my ear, intimately knowing my thoughts.

  “Can you read my thoughts?” I finally have to ask because from the moment we met, he seems to perceive everything I am thinking and feeling so well.

  “No, but I think I know you better than you know yourself.” Julian replies.

  After we come down from Burj Khalifa, we have our luggage packed and ready to go. We are heading to Istanbul. I am feeling jet-lagged, but excited.