Big Bad Fake Groom: A Billionaire's Virgin Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Nia, you are barely out of college and this gorgeous rich boy picks you up and makes you his assistant? Sure, you might be some smarty businesswoman, but deep down he’s gotta be thinkin’ about that sweet backside you know you like showin’ off.”

  She was half-right. It came off as odd now that I spent time thinking about it. He hired me, from thousands of candidates, to handle his personal affairs.

  “Where are you living these days, hun?” she continued.

  “Well … I’m a live-in personal assistant. He requires near constant help with his affairs so, per my contract, I live in his mansion.”

  Her eyes lit up. “You live with him? Girl, you might as well be married already.” She continued to sip at her drink while making eyes at nearly every man in the room.

  I laughed at her off beat comment; she always had a way of making me laugh at myself. “I doubt he’d want to marry someone who wasn’t white. You should see the models I have to throw out almost daily. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

  “Hun, he might sleep with a bunch of white chicks, but that boy is all over you, trust me.”

  I continued my laughter. “Girl, don’t preach like that. I’m doing this job until I figure out what I want out of life. And, I hope I can figure it out soon because it has been exhausting.”

  The night continued on and soon my friend would leave my company for a man. She knew what she wanted out of life, and it made me a little envious. Her cavalier attitude towards meeting men was a sight to behold; not ten minutes later she was dancing with a completely different man.

  I finished my drink and called Brent who readily drove by and picked me up. It had started raining, and I had a feeling the evening was only getting started.

  A few minutes passed, and we were back on the estate. I sheltered my hair from the rain with a file from earlier in the day, but it did little to help me from getting drenched in the short walk to the entrance. Brent didn’t seem to be having much of a time of it either as he trudged into the house.

  “Alright Miss, I’ll be in the servants quarters till you need me. Have a good evening.” He said before retiring to the back rooms.

  I made my way upstairs, stumbling and a little weak on the way. The bannister was my best friend as I made my way which was slow going.

  I slammed open the doors to my room which happily shut behind me as I entered. I kicked my heels to the bedside and plopped to the bed trying to avoid moving as much as possible. It didn’t last long as my clothes were sopping wet and irritating to wear.

  I removed my blazer and unzipped my slim yet professional black dress. I slid it down my shoulder and it clumped into a wet pile on the floor.

  I caught sight of myself in the mirror and gave in to my vanity. I might not enjoy every part of myself, but the parts I saw I liked. I may not have model-level skin but I thought it looked quite smooth with its rich chocolate color. I started doing model poses and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t as hard as it looked. My black lace panties did an amazing job of accentuating my hips and went well with my black bra that squeezed me in just the right ways. But, there were few things better than taking it off at the end of the day.

  I removed what little of my clothing remained and examined myself further. Shoulder length black hair flowed over my shoulders and frizzed up because of the rain. My soft features and high cheekbones gave my face a thin profile. I pursed my lips and laughed at my silly poses before settling back on the bed. I felt too lazy to put anything on at all and started to settle under the covers.

  Then I heard the front door slam open and a raucous laughter filled the entryway. Considering how thick my door was, I couldn’t help but be interested in what was going on.

  I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear, and the first voice I heard was Tom’s.

  “Deborah, tell me, am I striking out here?”

  “I don’t think you can strike out. I think you’re about to hit a home-run tonight,” the woman said.

  And then another woman spoke. “Come on, Tom I wanna see what the pool looks like, I brought my swimsuit just for you.”

  “Jen, I don’t see how you can fit a swimsuit in that tiny purse,” Resounded Tom’s voice again.

  “Trust me, you’ll like what you see.”

  I had to see what was going on as I had never been up while he was in the middle of one of his trysts. I cracked open the door to my room which let out a small creak as it slid and started to tip-toe down the hall.

  Looking out over the foyer, I saw one girl already hoisting her incredibly small dress off her tiny frame showing off her model sized assets. I sneered at her skinny frame and wished I could at least have a slimmer physique.

  The other girl was leading Tom towards the back of the house and out of sight. Tom didn’t really show much trepidation as they went and seemed quite excited.

  I knew I should stop but my curiosity and intoxication led me forward still. I crept down the stairs while trying my best to keep an eye on the trio. Tom pointed them towards the pool that waited in the wing and I continued to follow just a corridor behind them and trying my best to keep out of sight.

  The women, now naked, climbed into the pool, and Tom grabbed another drink from the decanter nearby. He looked down the hall and I ducked behind a doorway. As I turned to look back to the pool room my gaze was met by Tom, who was now standing right beside me.

  I was spellbound by his stare, and he had a drunken smile on his face. He gave me a look up and down.

  “Nia, are you aware that you’re naked.” He asked.

  You could probably have boiled water on my cheeks I was so incredibly embarrassed after he said so. I did my best to cover myself up, but it wasn’t much of a relief.

  “If you want to go for a swim, the pool is open and it’s apparently clothing optional,” he said while stripping off his shirt.

  I didn’t have any response; I just wanted to be back in bed and forget this happened.

  “Okay, I can see I’ve embarrassed you. Let’s just say that I’m too drunk to remember anything and you can head off to bed. Does that sound okay?” he said.

  I nodded and started backing away down the hall. His eyes never left me nor my body and I wanted to slap him for staring, but, at the same time it was my mistake.

  I nearly lost my footing on a carpet and caught myself with my hands; giving him another eyeful. While I was incredibly embarrassed, I did feel at least a little flattered that he wanted to stare at me instead of the women in the other room. So I slowed my pace and let him stare as I walked off with the sexiest walk I could muster.

  I heard his footsteps follow me for a moment before stopping as I made my way upstairs. I felt a little flush when I closed the door to my room; I felt like being naughty.

  The alcohol was catching up with me and I sprawled out in bed. The silk sheets I had grown accustomed to would be my only comfort of the night. Still, I felt much better about myself.

  ****

  I dressed sensibly the next morning, throwing my wet things over the shower in my bathroom and feeling much better after the rest. I journeyed through the halls toward the kitchen downstairs and it felt oddly empty this morning.

  The chef was nowhere to be found nor was Brent nor was Magda, the maid. I hunted through the house to see where everyone was and only found Tom sitting in a deck chair in the pool room. The room was empty, save for him. The girls who were here last night left no trace.

  “Tom?” I said.

  He lifted his head and squinted his eyes. “Ah, it’s just you Nia,” he said laying his head back down. “I gave everyone the day off. Clear my schedule for the afternoon if you don’t mind.”

  I started looking over his schedule for the day on my phone and it was to be a light work day anyway. I sent a few e-mails and texts to make sure his staff would be abreast of the matter.

  He stood up and stretched his muscles a bit. “What would you say to dinner?”

  I looked at my wa
tch, wondering if I was up late.

  “It’s barely eight, why are you asking me to dinner?” I replied curiously.

  “It takes about seven hours to get to Paris from here, Nia,” he said as he casually strolled closer.

  “Paris?” I asked with astonishment. “You want to fly to Paris for dinner?”

  “Isn’t that generally what you do when you have a personal jet and a day off?” he replied.

  I couldn’t find fault in his logic, and it helped that I didn’t want to find fault in his logic.

  “I would be happy to join you, if that’s what you wish,” I said.

  He clapped his hands in a cheer and gave me a hug.

  “I own a restaurant that’ll open a table up for me tonight. Have my tuxedo pressed and take the car out and buy something dressy. If you’re going to be holding onto my arm you need to look the part.”

  I tried my hardest to hold in my excitement. Not only would I get to go to Paris, but I’d get to play dress up and feel rich for the evening.

  “I’ve arranged a limousine for you today since Brent has the day off. Flight leaves in 2 hours so don’t take long,” Tom poured himself a drink from the whiskey stored nearby and sat back down in the deck chair.

  I lingered a moment trying to understand his motivation. He could have done anything on his day off, but, instead, he’s taking me to Paris. I had to think this had something to do with last night.

  No matter, I could use the day off. I left him to his vices and joined with the driver that waited outside by the limo. A few minutes later I was being shown some of the most beautiful and incredibly expensive dresses I had seen; and I wanted them all. I settled for a skin tight black dress that ended just above the knee. The low back and deep neck line accentuated my curves and I looked amazing. Twenty-five thousand dollars later, and I had my dress for the evening.

  It wasn’t long before Tom and I were sitting a few thousand feet above sea level in his private jet, sipping on wine. I kept seeing him glance at meet from the corner of his eye. I pretended not to notice.

  “Nia, I hope my attitude last night wasn’t off putting,” he said.

  “Off putting in what way?” I asked.

  He swiveled his chair toward me kicked a leg over his knee.

  “I might enjoy the company of many women but I didn’t mean to do so in front of you. I would prefer to stay professional when possible.”

  I swept the hair out of my eyes and gave him a big smile. “I’m not put off by sex, Tom.”

  “That may be so, but watching your boss have sex must be strange.”

  “The only reason I would’ve been watching is if you hadn’t noticed me. I didn’t see anything except two young trollops showing what god gave them.” I said.

  Tom gave me another insightful glare. “Don’t you mean three?”

  I blushed a little thinking about it and crossed my arms trying to cover myself more than I already was. “You didn’t have to stare, you know.”

  “And you didn’t have to walk that slowly and sensually, but you did.”

  I suppose someone as perceptive as him would notice something like that.

  “Okay, okay. I was out drinking, and my best friend told me in no uncertain terms to pursue you as more than just a boss. But, I stand by my professional work. I’m not interested in being arm candy to some rich man.”

  Tom sat back in his chair partially pleased with himself. “I didn’t do anything with them last night and you can blame yourself for that.”

  “What did you do?” I asked.

  “I called Brent and told him to take them home,” he said. “They didn’t seem that interesting anymore after I caught you.”

  I was feeling a bit light headed as the blood rushed to my face. I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or an insult so I prodded further.

  “You gave up a night with two beautiful women because you saw my bare ass? Am I that much of a turn off?” I asked.

  “Just the opposite,” Tom said. “It’s like living in a world full of cabbage, you eat it and it’s familiar; it keeps you full and satiated and happy. But, then you have your first taste of cake.”

  “So, you’re saying that I’m ‘cake’ now?” I asked.

  “No, I’m saying that you’re a beautiful woman and deserve more praise than you’re probably afforded.”

  I was gushing with pride as he said that. I felt as light as air and that felt a bit ironic as we were in a jet. I could see something was holding him back from saying anything else.

  “Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.

  His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.

  “You’re afraid I’ll call a lawyer and claim you’re sexually harassing me; something along those lines?” I asked.

  He nodded and sighed, taking another large sip from his glass. I slipped a piece of paper from a nearby notepad and, with the pen from my purse wrote a quick note; on it I absolved him of all sexual misconduct that may happen aboard this plane. Adding my signature to the bottom, I handed it to him for perusal.

  He took it and read over it quickly. “You know this isn’t legally binding,” he said. Before he could finish I had already slunk into his chair.

  He tossed the note over his shoulder and gripped my back with his soft hands taking me into a deep kiss. My knees weakened while he pet along my curves. I shuddered in anticipation while hooking my arm under his shirt and feeling his chest.

  He stood up and lifted my top from my chest. I did the same to him and as it came off I gave him a kiss on the chest. He threw the garment behind him and reached around to unhook my bra.

  My breath grew heavier as he pulled it from me. I pulled him in close for another kiss and he obliged. Feeling a little naughty, I shoved him back into the chair.

  I looked around for a moment and found the remote for the stereo; clicking it on and turning to music I could dance to. I started to dance for him; letting him stare all he wanted as I swayed back and forth to the music.

  His eyes lit up as a hungry dog staring at a freshly cooked steak. I liked feeling his stare on my topless body. The music bellowed deeply, with a steady beat and my hips gyrated as I undid the pants I wore. I turned around and let him watch as I inched them down my legs; giving him a full view of my dark skin.

  I threw the pants aside and could feel my panties getting soaked as I continued to dance. I could see the bulge in his pants bursting to get out and I wanted to help it, but not yet.

  I lowered myself into his chair and rubbed my swollen pussy up and around his throbbing member. Dancing and swaying up and down to the music it felt like he was near ready to burst.

  I faced and straddled him and then undid his pants. He grabbed my hips as I continued to grind. I stood back to my feet and pulled what remained of his clothing off him.

  I lowered my own underwear down my legs and let him admire my sex from behind while continuing my dance. I backed towards him again. Once again I began to grind in his lap, letting him feel me with his skin. And I could feel his penis pushing against me. It drove me wild.

  I couldn’t wait any longer; I straightened my back and allowed him to penetrate my engorged sex. I moaned as he entered me, inching further and further as I sat down.

  He grabbed my hips and held me down, and I could feel him deep inside, throbbing. He was bigger than I thought he would be and it felt good as he continued to swell.

  He started working me up and down with his hands and I had to try to catch my breath as we continued. He became more ravenous with each thrust pounding deeper and deeper. I lost my mind in the sexual music we made.

  I lifted myself off and turned around so that I could kiss him and as I did I lowered myself back onto him. I hugged around his neck and he continued to work me up and down along his shaft. I oozed my wetness down to the rich leather of the chair and he didn’t seem to mind.

  I could feel mysel
f giving over to the ecstasy of the moment and felt the familiar tickle of an orgasm beginning to crest. And, it felt like he wasn’t far behind.

  I arched my back and he had to hold me as I clenched my muscles for the orgasm that kept wracking my body. I could feel him pumping his fluid deep inside me and I accepted it readily.

  It was then that I noticed the flight crew peeking out of the cabin and with a bashful smile I threw the radio remote at them.

  ****

  It took a while before we finally managed to pry ourselves off one another. I had to lock the cabin door shut so they’d stop their attempts to sneak a peek.

  After we had landed, there was a limousine waiting for us that I had arranged prior to liftoff. He wore his pressed suit and I wore my wonderful new dress I had purchased earlier. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a change of underwear which didn’t really bother me as much as I thought it would.

  We drove through the narrow streets of Paris, and I took in the sights. The Eifel Tower’s million lights twinkled like starts. I imagined being here but not like this. I imagined coming here as a successful businesswoman, running my own company and not as an escort.

  I couldn’t drive the thought out of my head. Had he hired me with this as his end goal? Or had this just been an incidental byproduct of working in such close proximity to a womanizer?

  The car pulled up to a small restaurant that overlooked a fountained courtyard. The scene was picturesque and soulful at the same time. Inside the restaurant was a simple scene almost as though it hadn’t been changed for more than a hundred years.

  The night flowed on and our conversation was light and fun. I hadn’t really spent time getting to know Tom that well until now. I had always seen him as my boss and that suited me just fine.

  I still felt unsettled and I needed to address it.

  “Tom, this experience is something I’ve never had. But I still wonder if I’m just becoming another woman that you throw away when you’re finished.”

  He played with the cork from the wine and leaned back in his seat. “Why would I throw you away?”