His Beautiful Revenge: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  The hand on my breast moves slowly downward until it touches my clit. Slow strokes he makes with his finger, making it start to ache for more. He leans over me and pushes me out far enough his dick pulls completely out of me and his tongue flows over my clit. He pulls me back and his dick goes inside me, filling me.

  Over and over, he pushes me out, lets his tongue flow over my clit then he fills me again. My stomach tenses with the stimulation. Little jolts of electricity start running through me and I moan as I fall over the edge.

  He pulls me to him and keeps me there. He holds me to him as my body convulses around his dick then he pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me tightly. Warmth fills me as he groans next to my ear. “Fuck me!”

  Little kisses I peck along his neck. “Good, huh?”

  “That’s only the beginning,” he says. “Let’s get out of here and get on that bed. I’m going to spend the last few hours I have you all to myself in every position I can think of.”

  Oh my!

  Kip

  Honeymoon over and wife sleeping on my shoulder as the driver takes us home from the airport, I think I succeeded in letting Peyton know I cherish her and her body.

  The lights of the mansion loom ahead and my heart sings with the joy of knowing we’re a family now. In all ways, name included. The driver stops at the front door and I nibble at Peyton’s neck to wake her up.

  “Again,” she mumbles and starts to unbutton her shirt. “Just give me a second to get this off.”

  I chuckle and pull her hand away. “No, silly. We’re home.”

  Her eyes open slowly. The green in them sparkles as she looks at me, sleepily. “Oh, we’ve just done that so many times in the last couple of days, I assumed that’s what you were after.”

  “Not right now. Maybe later on after we stare at our son for a little while. I missed the little monster.”

  The driver opens my door and I get out, reaching back in for Peyton and picking her up. She giggles. “I can walk, Pop Rock.”

  With a shake of my head, I say, “No way! It’s customary to carry one’s new wife over the threshold of our home.”

  My mother opens the front door and Pop walks up behind her, holding our little Pax. Pop calls out, “Didn’t you two get enough of that on the island?” He laughs.

  “I don’t think we’ll ever get enough of that, Pop.”

  Peyton blushes and presses her face against my chest. “Kip!”

  Over the threshold we go and she starts to wiggle. “Okay, now put me down. I need to hold my baby.”

  One last kiss I give her then I place her feet back on the floor and she hurries to my father. Her arms open wide. “My baby!”

  I kiss my mother’s cheek as Peyton takes the baby and starts making cooing noises at him. Mum says, “He was an angel. You two have to let us keep him longer next time. None of us are ready to let him go yet.”

  Peyton carries Pax off as she runs her hand over his little head then brings his tiny fingers to her pink lips. “Did Momma’s big boy miss her? Momma missed her big boy. Yes, she did.”

  Her parents come into the foyer to say hello and Peyton gives them a nod. Donna asks, “Did you have a good time?”

  “It was fantastic. Now I’m taking my baby up to our bedroom so I can cuddle with him. I missed him so much. You have no idea.” Peyton looks back at me. “Coming?”

  “Guess so,” I say as I jog up next to her. “Thanks for finally realizing I’m alive.”

  She nudges me with her little shoulder. “You goof. Haven’t I acknowledged your existence many, many times in the last few days?”

  Donna giggles. “Oh my goodness. Okay, we’ll be here when you decide to visit us, dear.”

  “Um, hm,” Peyton murmurs as she gazes at our baby. So much love in her face.

  I wrap my arm around her and make sure she gets up the stairs without tripping as she can’t seem to take her eyes off him. “He looks bigger. Different in a way. Oh, we missed him growing, Kip!”

  “He looks the same, love. We didn’t miss a thing,” I say as we top the stairs. “It was only a few days.”

  “I never want to leave him again, Kip. Not ever.” I open the door and she walks inside.

  “Never, huh?” I ask as we sit down on the edge of the bed. I run my hand over his head and he looks up at me, making his little forehead wrinkle.

  Tiny, blonde curls cover his head and he looks at me with eyes just like mine. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he?” I ask.

  Peyton finally turns her eyes to mine. “He’s the cutest thing in the entire world. And you’re the most handsome man in the world. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet with you two in my life.”

  Running my arm around her shoulders, I give her a squeeze. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you two as my family. Now, can I hold our son for a minute? I missed him too.”

  Her lips touch his forehead and she inhales deeply. “God, I missed that little baby smell. Okay, Daddy, here you go.” She hands him over and looks at us with so much more love than I ever could’ve imagined. “We’re really a family now, Kip. I can’t believe it.”

  “Believe it, baby.”

  Peyton

  Stars fill the night sky as Kip and I dance under them on the beach at our beach house in the Bahamas. Our one-year anniversary today and we’re spending the next three days here, alone.

  “Can you believe it’s been a year?” I ask him.

  He twirls me around and dips me. His lips touch mine, but only for a moment. “It’s gone by so fast, hasn’t it?”

  He pulls me back up and presses my chest to his as he spins me around in the sand. “Seems like yesterday to me.”

  The music ends, but he still holds me tight. His lips move near my ear. “You know what I want to do, Mrs. Dixon?”

  “I can imagine, but there’s something I want to tell you first. We should go inside. I got you a present.” I pull back and take his hand and lead him inside.

  “We can open presents afterwards,” he says as he runs his arm under my legs, lifting me off the ground and into his arms.

  I laugh and run my arms around his neck. “But you might want to see what I got you. Aren’t you at all curious?”

  His hot mouth closes on my neck, making me squirm as my body fills with heat. He knows that makes me insanely horny. “I’m more curious about what you’ll look like in the middle of that big bed with nothing on but a smile.”

  “The same as I do in the middle of our bed at home, silly.”

  He carries me all the way to the bed and drops me down on it, I bounce up once and he pulls his T-shirt over his head. “It’s been two days since I’ve tasted your sweet love, baby. I’m tired of waiting.” He drops his shorts and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it off, my panties along with it. My bra he snaps off quickly, and he’s on top of me before I know it.

  “Kip, really, I have…” His lips roam over my neck and down to my breast as he holds me to him. “That feels nice. But Kip, I really...” His hand slides between us and he presses on the little bud and I take in a sharp breath. “Oh!”

  “Lie back and relax, love. Presents later.” He pushes me back and moves down the bed, taking my ankles in his hands.

  “But Kip, wait, really. I just want to tell you. I’ve been keeping this in for weeks now. I have to tell someone.”

  His eyes go even darker than they were before. “What have you been keeping from me?”

  I sit up and run my hand over my stomach which is still flat. He looks at the gesture then back up at me. “Are you saying that…”

  “Yes I am. We’re pregnant again, Daddy.”

  The look on his face is worth more than all the money in the world. Our little family is growing again, and it seems we both couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  Thank you very much for reading.

  A Billionaire’s Treasure

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Complete Series

  By Michelle Love
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  A Billionaire’s Treasure

  Part One

  When he first laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. She had brown eyes, wavy hair, and plump lips painted a matte wine red. What first caught his eye was the smirk on her face when the teacher called out everyone’s name and she didn’t reply. As he watched her, he wondered how she could be bold enough to sit in on someone else’s class.

  He walked to the middle of the class with his hands behind his back and smiled. You could hear the silent whistles and occasional oh my god coming from the female students. All except for her. That was new for this charming older man. She didn’t even move her eyes up from her bag to see what was going on. The older man was caught off guard since he was always the center of everyone’s attention when he walked into the room. A woman had never not taken an interest in him, so this random student not giving him the time of day made him drawn to her and only her.

  “Hello, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Arsen Lockhart and here’s how I became a billionaire novelist”, the man announced before the class. As soon as the word “novelist” slipped out it was as though something clicked inside of her brain. Her head popped up immediately and she began paying attention.

  Lola Anderson. She was the epitome of stubbornness and ruination. Her only goal was to become a novelist, so she had never had time for relationships, or even friendships. Except for one, that is. Lola had a best friend named Arabella Spencer and they had had an unbreakable bond since middle school. Lola was currently skipping her eight o’clock math class to spend time with Arabella and never expected that there would be a seminar. Who could have known that this one day would be the start of something interesting?

  They made eye contact from across the room and from the moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. She bit down on her lip as she watched the much older man walk around the classroom. It was really a coincidence that on the day she had skipped her class a great opportunity like this came about. There had to be a reason the universe pulled them together.

  Lola

  I began to feel very drawn to Arsen as he started his presentation. Despite the fact that I was in college, I hadn’t met any other guy who had that certain type of confidence he did. I examined the way he walked, with his back straight and chin up, the way he spoke slowly making sure every word was articulate, and the way his eye contact burned holes straight through anyone’s head. He was the perfect guy, if I wanted one.

  I quickly shook away the lustful thoughts and started to take notes. He went into detail about how to market your novels for the age group you want to sell to, and that’s where I struggled with my work—trying to make someone want my book in their home.

  Arsen also owned a line of hotels across the country named after himself, The Lockhart. I wasn’t interested in any of that, though. The fact that this man was a novelist was really attractive to me. He told us about his daily routine and how strict he was with time for his employees. It showed how ruthless he was when it came to his work. He was stern and didn’t play with his work. He was a man who knew what he wanted and got it. What was this feeling? I fanned myself lightly and continued taking notes.

  A half hour went by and the presentation was over. When Arsen went around to hand out his business card for whenever we needed to ‘contact him,’ his smile melted the hearts of all of the female students. I fell victim to this feeling, but I would never let that be known. When he handed me the card, we made eye contact and there was a tingling feeling throughout my body. He winked and I was taken aback, feeling attracted but confused. I guess he noticed because he chuckled and moved on to the next row of students.

  “What was that?” Arabella asked, smiling. “He was totally just flirting with you”

  I rolled my eyes and pulled my bag over my shoulder. “You’re over-analyzing things, Bella”.

  “You like him!” Her eyes widened with excitement as she stared at me.

  I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask my nervousness, and stood up from my seat. “I need coffee,” I forced out and left the room quickly.

  I’m not sure how a simple gesture could get me to crack like that, but it was strange, and I had never felt that before. I rushed out of the class and straight to the coffee shop to clear my mind. I started to think about Arsen again as I waited in line. His suit was so nice—form-fitting without a single piece of lint. His hair was so dark and his gray eyes were piercing.

  “Hello! What can I get for you?” I heard faintly in my head. That confused me, but I ignored it. “Excuse me!!”

  I snapped back into reality and realized the barista was trying to get my attention. I laughed softly. “Sorry about that. One large cup of vanilla hazelnut coffee please”.

  The barista put in my order, then told me my price. As I looked through my bag for my wallet, I heard a familiar voice.

  “I’ve got it, and add another large coffee. Black” I saw a man extend his arm, handing the barista a black card. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him and my body tensed up. All of my feelings from just ten minutes ago came rushing back when I turned to see Arsen standing next to me with a smirk on his face.

  “You didn’t,” I spoke lightly, then cleared my throat. “You didn’t have to.”

  “I wanted to, so I did.” He chuckled and took his coffee from the barista, and I did the same. “Let’s talk.”

  My eyes widened, and he chuckled again and walked away to a table in the corner. Taking a deep breath, I followed him to the table and sat in front of him.

  “You’re not afraid?” I asked.

  “Of?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

  “Being out in public without some sort of bodyguard or protection. You know ... being a billionaire and all.” I took a sip of my coffee and almost moaned as the warm liquid rushed down through my chest.

  “I have nothing to be scared of …” He trailed off, not knowing my name.

  “Lola,” I stated simply and stuck my hand out to shake his. He grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on it. I heard a girl gasp from the table behind us and I rolled my eyes.

  “Too much?” He asked, referring to the kiss.

  I shook my head in disagreement. “Girls here are just annoying sometimes, but why did you want to speak with me?”

  He smiled and took a sip of his coffee. He licked his lips and that made my stomach full of butterflies. “I saw you taking notes and I wanted to ask you what you thought about my seminar.”

  “Arsen Lockhart cares what I think?” I questioned and smiled lightly.

  “I do.” He smiled and drank more of his coffee. “So tell me, Lola, what did you think?”

  “I really admire how hard-working and dedicated you are.” I pushed my hair back behind my ear. “Actually … can I interview you the next time you’re available?”

  “Uh. Sure. What will this interview be about?” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his hands.

  “You and what made you want to become a novelist.” I stared into his eyes as he nodded.

  “I should be free next Tuesday around three. I’ll tell my assistant. Don’t be late, Lola.” And with that, he stood from his seat and left.

  I just sat there, not knowing what to do really. I was confused about why he decided to leave so abruptly, but after a few minutes, I shook away the thought and went on about my day. I grabbed my cup of coffee and headed back to my suite, which I shared with Anabella. When I got there, she was sitting on the couch waiting for me with a smile on her face.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I chuckled and took off my jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

  “I saw you and Mr. Lockhart at the coffee shop! You totally have a thing for him, Lo”

  I plopped down on the couch beside her and kicked off my shoes. “Why do you think I have a thing for him? We only spoke for like five minutes.” I pulled my feet up and looked over at her.

  “That’s the reason, Lola! You never give any guy—” I cut her off.

  “He’s not a guy. He�
��s a man. So what if I talked to him? That doesn’t mean I like him”

  “You never give any guy or man the attention to even have a five-minute conversation. You’re a hi-and-bye type of girl” Anabella smiled. “It’s good that you say you don’t like him because he’s too old for you anyway.”

  Too old? I thought to myself. I’m a grown woman. I can date anyone I want, however old. I mentally rolled my eyes and flashed Anabella a fake, small smile. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

  Three days of normal activities went by and it was finally Tuesday. For some reason, I wanted to wear something that would catch his eye, so I decided on a black button down, a black skirt that hugged my waist and hips, and a pair of red heels. I did my makeup neutral with a bold, dark brown lip. I straightened my hair and smiled at myself in the mirror. If this look didn’t grab his attention, I didn’t know what would.

  When I walked out of the bathroom, Anabelle’s mouth dropped. “Where are you going? You look so hot!”

  “My interview with Arsen is today.” I smiled and grabbed my bag from the couch. “See ya’ later, babes.”

  I could feel her watching me in disbelief as I left, but I shrugged it off. As I walked toward my car, a ton of guys looked my way or tried to talk to me, but I only wanted Arsen’s attention. I hadn’t been interested in a guy since I’d been in college, so the act of developing feelings for someone was new to me. Like learning how to walk again.

  I pulled up to his office. It was a place I had always seen, but had never thought to research, since this wasn’t the place I was from. When I walked through the huge glass doors, my heels clicked against the marble floors. That sound made me feel bold for some reason and helped me stay focused. I was here for an interview, not to fall into the arms of Arsen Lockhart.

  The walls had big, beautiful paintings on each wall. ‘The Lockhart’ was written on the wall behind the front desk. Although it was a big building, I felt as if I belonged. Like this was the place I needed to be.

  Arsen

  “He’s straight through the doors,” I heard my assistant say from afar. I turned from my view of the city to see Lola sitting there, looking as beautiful as ever. I was shocked. She looked completely different from the girl with the jeans, sneakers, and ponytail she’d been when I first saw her. I smirked and sat down at my desk.