His Beautiful Revenge: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  Chapter 3

  He could read her better, now that he’d known her longer and seen how quick to run she was. His hand moved over hers as she looked a bit like a rabbit who was about to bolt.

  Weston knew she had no way to get anywhere. She was his for the night, whether she liked it or not. The marriage thing seemed to have set her off and he quickly moved that topic off to one side. Marriage was huge to a person of great wealth.

  There were prenuptial agreements to be made and lawyers to be met with. A real nightmare. No romance to it at all. No. Marriage was a thing he wasn’t the least bit interested in. But a relationship was. A committed relationship was what he wanted with Aulora. And he would do what he had to, in order to get her to make a commitment to him.

  His hands moved over her shoulders and he drew her in close.

  “How about I show you a bit of what a relationship would be like with me?”

  She nodded and asked, “First, is marriage really a thing you’re against?”

  “Against, no. Just not keen on. Paperwork isn’t sexy or romantic. It’s cumbersome and boring. I want you and I to have a romance, peach. A real romance.”

  “Most romances either end in tragedy or marriage, eventually,” she said as she watched his reaction.

  “Some marriages can be considered tragic, don’t you agree?” He stood and took her hand, pulling her up too.

  She had no idea what to say to him. He was showing her the typical rich guy signs. Let’s mess around and play at the commitment game but not really invest entirely in it. But her curiosity had been piqued.

  Romance, even a failed one, could be fulfilling and help her art career. Great love and even great heartache could lead to great paintings that might help her further a career that was just beginning to bud.

  She let him lead her to the bed. A dark blue comforter that looked as if it was filled with goose down feathers, covered the king-sized bed. Not two but six fluffy pillows were covered in a pale blue silk material. It told her the sheets under the blanket would be the same.

  She’d slept on silk sheets before. She’d had the finest of everything, once upon a time. And those memories were flooding back to her as he pulled the blanket back, revealing the same pale blue sheets she knew would be there.

  “Care to lie down, Aulora?” he asked her as he pulled his shirt off, revealing the ladder of abs she knew he’d been hiding.

  She could merely nod as she couldn’t take her eyes off his tanned and toned skin. It flowed over his stomach and chest like a satin. Before she took her place on the bed, she let her hand drift over his midsection. “Tight.”

  “Yes, they are,” he agreed. “Now, perhaps you’d allow me to see what’s tight on you.”

  Her breath hitched as she looked at him with wild eyes. “Weston, if I let you do this, does it mean…”

  His fingers touched her lips, stopping her. “No. It doesn’t. I won’t hold you to a thing until I take you. Once I take you, Aulora, I will consider you to be mine. In all ways. I want you to understand that, completely.”

  She shuddered at how that sounded. His, completely. So, she asked, “And you will be mine, completely?”

  He nodded and her heart dropped a beat. He’d become hers. The wealthy, gorgeous man who stood before her would belong to her. Yeah, she could see that rocking her world!

  The way his chest and abs felt under her palms gave her so many inspirations about paintings and even sculptures that she knew there would be some good to come out of this thing he wanted. And she had to admit that she wanted it too.

  “Yes,” came out of her mouth without her knowing it was on its way out.

  A gleam in his eyes made her smile. “Yes?” he asked her. “You mean yes, you want to commit to me?”

  She nodded. “I do.” She moved her arms up to wrap around his neck. “I’ve never felt this way before, Weston. I love you. I know I do. I don’t want to wait. I want this just as much as you do. Maybe even more. I want to commit to you, Weston Calloway.”

  “Wait,” he said as he pulled her arms off his neck and held her hands. “Say it again, Aulora.”

  “What?” she asked with a tantalizing smile. “I want to commit to you?”

  He pulled her in tight and pressed his forehead to hers. “No. The other thing.”

  “I’ve never felt this way before?” she asked with a grin. She knew what he wanted to hear again, she was just toying with him.

  “The other thing,” he said, and then gave her ass a smack.

  “Oh! You must mean when I said, I love you.”

  He sighed and said, “Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear come out of your sweet mouth. And I love you, Aulora. I think I always have since the moment I first saw you.”

  She stared at him, unable to really believe he meant the words which had just fallen off his tongue.

  “Don’t lie to me, please, West.”

  “Lie to you?” he asked her as he slid into the bed next to her and ran his hand through her silky dark hair.

  “I do love you, Aulora. I do.”

  She blinked twice and relaxed a bit as his hand, moving through her hair, made her tension melt away.

  “Weston, will you make me yours tonight?”

  “Not tonight, peach. You see, I want not an ounce of alcohol in your system. I want you to make the real decision when you’re one hundred percent sober. A thing you’re not right now, even though you may think you are.”

  “Noble to a fault, aren’t you?” she asked him then kissed the tip of his nose. A straight nose, a powerful looking nose. Everything about the man was regal, majestic even. And he wanted them to be exclusive.

  “I am,” he told her as his hand moved to caress her cheek. “And you are gorgeous. Resisting the temptation to be intimate with you is taxing. But I will handle myself, appropriately.”

  “Too bad,” she moaned as she moved her body closer to his and moved in to kiss him.

  She was a bit surprised when he let her kiss him, using her tongue to navigate the recesses of his warm mouth. His arms enveloped her and she settled into his wide chest, her breasts mashed against his hard pecs.

  Aulora felt his hands move down her back as the kiss grew. All the way down they went until he had her ass cupped in his large hands. He squeezed it, making her moan with how right it all felt.

  She mused in her mind about the fact she was falling, much like her mother did, for a man who could buy and sell people. She was accepting the same damn thing her mother had accepted from her father. In the end, her mother was left out in the cold, with a teenage daughter to support.

  But the way his mouth felt as it moved with hers was amazing. A thing she’d never encountered before. The way his body capitulated to hers and hers to his was beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

  He too was feeling the difference in being with her and any of the other women he’d ever been with. His mind was a flurry of ‘what if’s’. Aulora may well be the one who could break his heart, entirely. And his heart had been broken before. It had been nearly destroyed once.

  Weston had been young when it had happened. But the scar was still there, he supposed it would always be there.

  His affection for her grew with each passing moment and before either of them realized it, they were all over one another, grinding into each other’s sensual places, moaning with near abandonment.

  Weston made her release his mouth and he moved to kiss down her neck. Her nails dug into his biceps where she tightly gripped him. Her feet ran up and down his legs and she was effectively pulling his pajama bottoms down. Only their underwear separated them from actual penetration.

  Her T-shirt was keeping her soft tits away from him and he couldn’t stand it any longer and pulled it off her, stopping to look at her perfectly plump and pert breasts, he bit his lip then leaned in and took one of them in his mouth.

  She made a wonderful sound as he suckled her. Her hands ran up and down his back as she arched up to him. She needed h
im, wanted him, but he had to make her wait. He had to make her ache for him. He had to make her understand where it was she belonged.

  As his mouth left her tit, his hands moved to play with them as he kissed his way down her stomach. His tongue dipped into her belly button and then he ventured lower. “With my intimate kiss, you will better understand how good I can make you feel, peach.”

  Her hands fisted the silky sheets as she readied herself to feel his mouth on her in an area that was already pulsing for more attention. “You’re making me feel very good right now. But to feel you there would be the cherry on top of this very tasty cake, baby. Do with me what you want. I am yours for the taking.”

  His smile was felt on her throbbing clit then his tongue ran over it, making her entire body quiver with delight. “Mine,” he whispered then he grabbed her ass and pulled her up.

  Loudly, she moaned as he kissed her even better there than he had her mouth. “Yes,” was all she could say, over and over again until she was screaming, “West! West!”

  His kiss didn’t stop as her body convulsed with a thousand waves of complete and utter pleasure. His tongue went inside of her, tongue fucking her into a frenzied state.

  Her breathing was harsh, her body was covered in sweat and she was fantastically high from the way he treated her body. And now she wanted him to know what her intimate kiss felt like.

  When he came up for air, she turned the tables on him. Quickly, she moved and had him on his back before he was fully aware of just what it was she was about to do.

  He saw her dark hair covering his stomach as she ran her tongue down his stomach and pushed his underwear off his swollen appendage. “Aulora, you don’t have to…” A groan interrupted his words as her mouth, hot and wet, took his cock into it.

  His head fell back and he could think no more. Up and down she went, her hands kept his long shaft covered once her mouth left it. Her head bobbed and he couldn’t stop the groaning he’d started when her mouth first touched him.

  He was no stranger to sex. He’d had plenty of it. But none like what he and she were experiencing. He’d known it when he first saw her. He’d known there was something special about her. Something that would defy explanation. And he was right.

  Her mouth moved in a perfect rhythm and he was about to explode. He pulled at her to stop, so he wouldn’t come in her mouth but she protested and moaned, making him unable to keep it in any longer. He jerked and shot his load down her throat, all the while she moaned and continued to stroke him.

  The sounds that came from him were harsh and animal-like. He was floating on air when her mouth finally left him. All he could do was try to catch his breath as she climbed up his body and laid half her body on his. He wrapped one arm around her, kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I so love you, Aulora.”

  “And I love you, Weston. Can we go to sleep now?”

  “We can,” he told her and it took no time for them both to fall fast asleep.

  Chapter 4

  Aullie woke with her body aching from head to toe. The previous night’s activities had been a real workout for her. And the morning was the start of a new beginning for her and Weston. Or so she thought, anyway.

  As she rolled over, she found he was gone. He’d left her as she slept and she found it off-putting that he’d do such a cold thing.

  Her dreams had been filled with him. And her body was already prepared for what she thought would be the whole act. No more foreplay, she was ready for the whole enchilada.

  When she sat up, rubbing her eyes as she did, she found her cell on the nightstand and picked it up. A text was waiting for her from him. She swiped the screen to read it. -Went to grab some breakfast, the staff is off this weekend. Shower and put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom-

  Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. She’d hoped they’d shower together that morning after making love and cementing their relationship.

  She giggled as she looked in the mirror and saw his marks all over her creamy skin. She traced the marks with her finger and felt the way he’d made her feel when he had made them.

  Aullie looked at the vanity and found a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste waiting for her there. As she brushed her teeth, she saw clothes hanging from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. A deep blue dress and blue lingerie to match were there. Along with a set of shiny black pumps with six-inch spiked heels. She rinsed her mouth and went to see what was in the little bag that was hanging from the top of the hanger and found a black box inside. When she opened the box, she found a gorgeous necklace and earring set with sapphires and diamonds dripping off them. She took in a breath as she looked at the beautiful set.

  And there it was, the disgust she felt for herself as she drooled over the expensive things he’d left for her. His gifts to her for a night of pleasure. His purchase of her flesh.

  She went to the toilet where she gagged and dry heaved until she was spent. What was she allowing herself to turn into? A money hungry whore? Or a foolish woman who believed love could see them through all things?

  Either way, she wasn’t being true to who she really was. She turned the shower on to wash away the night and filled her hand with expensive shampoo. An expensive salon brand that she’d used when she had money.

  The smell of it brought back the old days. The days when she didn’t have to count pennies or worry over rent and other bills. Days when she was driven around by Dustin, the family’s driver. Days when her father still loved her, and her mother.

  She wondered what had happened. Her mother had never really explained. She’d told her that her father wanted them to move out and so they did. She later said, when Aullie asked why he wasn’t coming to visit, that he wanted to be left alone to live his life.

  Aullie had always thought they were the most important part of his life. But it seemed they weren’t. Even though he’d lavished gifts upon them both and made them feel as if they were special.

  It was all a lie.

  Her father had the money to give them those things. It wasn’t a sacrifice to him at all to bestow the things on them that he did. And it was no sacrifice for Weston to give her the things he had, either.

  The dress was from a designer she’d known before. It most likely cost somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred to a thousand dollars. A drop in the bucket for Weston. The shoes were easily worth seven hundred dollars and the jewelry was in the thousands. And all for one simple night.

  What would he try to give her if and when she really did commit to him? A house? A car? The moon?

  She rinsed out the shampoo and put a dollop of conditioner into her palm. It was thicker than what she could afford and she knew her hair would look a thousand times better after using the products. She’d stroll out of that bathroom looking just as regal as Weston did.

  But it would be temporary, just like before. It would be fake and unreal, just like before. What was she doing?

  After rinsing her hair and the soap off her body, she turned off the water and got out of the shower with so many jets that it would boggle the mind of someone who’d never seen so many before. But she had and she knew it was one of the many customs that were built in when making mansions.

  She dried off and looked under the cabinet of the vanity to see if there was a blow dryer. There were several styling tools, a flat iron, a curling iron, and a styling wand. And then she saw a black box and her name was written across the top of it in white marker.

  “What the hell?” she asked herself as she pulled it out. When she opened it, she found it was filled with very expensive makeup and in her shade as well. “What was he thinking? Did he always know he’d get me here someday? Should I be running?”

  A quick knock, three light taps and then she heard him say, “Peach, did you find everything?”

  Wrapping the towel around her to cover herself, she threw the door open. “Weston! How in the world did you know I’d be here?” She poked him in the chest. A c
hest covered in a soft sweater made out of cashmere in the color of vanilla ice cream. His dark blue slacks matched the color of her dress and she found herself going light headed. Was she to be the Barbie to his Ken?

  His smile was genuine as he said, “I just did. Call me psychic, if you will.”

  “How about psychotic?” she replied with a high tone to her voice. “This is more than highly unusual. This is bordering, no this is not bordering…, this is what a stalker would do. Who goes out and buys things for a person they’re not even talking to most of the time?”

  “I knew you’d come around.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She knew she should protest but he held her in a way that took her mind to other places. His lips pressed against hers and the fight in her was extinguished, immediately.

  How could he make a complete change in her so damn quickly?

  When he ended the kiss, he rested his forehead to hers. “I want to take you out today. A real date with flowers and candy. I’ve made some great plans for you and I. And I wanted you to feel comfortable, so I bought you clothes to make you feel like you fit in because you do.”

  “May I ask where it is you’re taking me?” she asked as she ran her fingers over the soft material of his sweater.

  “To the club, I’m a member of. I’d like to introduce you to my family and friends. I want them all to know you’re my girl. You are my girl, aren’t you?” One small kiss ended his sentence and melted her heart.

  “West, you know that’s something we should talk about before you go announcing anything…”

  “I thought we already had talked about it last night. Are you going to tell me that you’ve changed your mind?” His hold on her tightened as if he wasn’t going to let her go if she did say it was all just drunk talk.

  “In the light of day, I can see how the way you live will affect me. I don’t think it’s a good idea…”

  “I love you. Do you love me?” His question weighed heavily on her.

  In the end, she had to admit, “I do love you. But I’m afraid of how this will end.”