His Beautiful Revenge: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  The man stands and looks at me. I hear the sound of wings beating through the air and Eden lands next to me. The man bows to us and says something I don’t understand, then he turns and runs into the house.

  I walk behind the shack and transform back into my human form. Eden is hurrying as well. We have to hurry. Our driver is waiting down the street for us. We can’t have anyone see us at this house.

  “Well, that wasn’t too hairy, was it?” Eden asks me.

  “I lived through it, but it could’ve gone a little smoother. I hate that the little guy had to be so afraid. I hope he can forget about all of it,” I say as I follow Eden down a dirt alley.

  “He’s alive and safe now. That fact trumps all the negative aspects of it,” he says as he walks up to the waiting car.

  He opens the door and lets me get in the back seat first, then slides in beside me. “Back to the real world,” I say as I lay my head on the back of the seat.

  “The real world, huh?” Eden asks me.

  “You know, the one where we can be just you and me. No birds, no missions, no crazy dream life. Just the two of us, back in our home, alone. I’m finding I’ve missed that,” I tell him.

  “I have too. I can’t wait to get you back home, in our own bedroom,” he says.

  “I miss my jacuzzi. I could really use it about now,” I say.

  Eden laughs at me. “You and your bathtub, Alyssa. Here I am, talking all about how I want to get you back into our bed, and you can only think about that tub.”

  I smile at him. “It’s more than a bathtub, Eden. I will be happy to get back to it all. Back to some alone time with my husband. It’ll be nice.”

  I didn’t dream about life with Kyle as I slept on the plane on our way here. I made another wish. I wished that Kyle and Laura would be happy and have a healthy family. I guess our dreams would’ve been unhealthy for him and his new family.

  I turn my head away from Eden so he can’t see my face. I feel a tear run down my cheek. That part of my life is over and I have sadness in my heart about it.

  I will never see that baby in real life. I will never really feel Kyle’s love for me in that way. I pray my selfishness lessens with time.

  I wipe the tear from my cheek and take in a deep breath. “When we get back, I think that you and I should take a trip all alone. Maybe to the Caribbean. I bet we could get a private island and stay on it for a while. Just the two of us. I want to be with you and only you,” I tell Eden.

  “That sounds nice, Alyssa. I’m not sure we can do exactly that, but I’m sure we can figure something out,” he tells me.

  His hand touches mine and he sighs. “Alyssa, please don’t feel sad about never getting to see the baby in real life.”

  “What?” I ask him.

  “I can see your thoughts, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m jet lagged or something. My mind is so scattered. The little boy and his horror at us kind of messed me up. I feel like crying, not only for him but for all the children going hungry and being neglected. How can Our Creator let these things happen?” I ask Eden.

  “It’s not for us to question,” he tells me.

  I sit up, finding myself mad at his words. “When do we question? When is it finally time to question?”

  Eden smiles at me. “Alyssa, this serves no purpose.”

  “That is your answer for everything. What does serve a purpose?” I yell.

  Eden lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on it. “I have news for you, Mrs. Fontaine.”

  So he’s trying to divert my attention. I can’t be so easily manipulated. He, of all people, should know that.

  “Oh, for the love of everything holy, Eden. Not another mission. Not so soon. I’m exhausted. The long flight, the anxiety, the long flight back home. No, I can’t take anymore,” I whine.

  “Okay, I won’t tell you, then. Just rest, Mrs. Fontaine,” he says softly.

  I drop my head onto his shoulder. My eyes close, but my mind can’t stop.

  What news does he have? Can it be any good at all? Oh, damn my curiosity!

  I sit up and look at Eden. “Well, you have my mind going, so tell me before I go and make myself crazy.”

  “No, you should rest. I can tell you another time,” he says.

  I close my eyes again. Whatever he’s doing isn’t going to work on me. I’m exhausted. I will rest. I don’t even want to know what he has to say. I drift off for a minute and suddenly I am being carried onto our jet.

  “I can walk,” I say to Eden.

  “Just stay asleep, Alyssa. I’m taking you to bed,” he whispers to me.

  He lies me down on the bed in the jet’s bedroom. I feel him on the bed beside me, then he wraps himself around me. His hand rests on my stomach, his warm breath on my neck.

  I turn my head to look at him, his face is about an inch away from mine. “I think I can hear your news,” I say softly.

  “You sure, Alyssa?”

  His emerald eyes dance with his question. I look into them, trying to see what his mind has hidden from me. There is nothing but a black wall. Maybe I don’t want to know after all.

  That damn curiosity I have overtakes me. “Eden! Yes, I’m sure.”

  He looks into my eyes and smiles that smile which melts my insides. “When you turned into the bird, I heard something different. I heard more than I usually do.”

  I frown at him. “What are you talking about?”

  “I heard your heart beat. It’s loud and strong,” he says.

  “Oh, that’s cool. I hadn’t paid any attention to that. I’ll see if I can hear yours next time we turn into the birds,” I say, thinking to myself he made a bigger deal out of that information than it was worth.

  I lay my head back down on his shoulder, but he takes my chin in his hand and pulls it back up so I have to look at him. “Alyssa, that’s not all I heard. I heard your heartbeat and I heard another one as well. A little heartbeat,” my husband tells me. Then it all goes black.

  A baby! Already …

  EDEN’S ENDING

  Our daughter, Gwen, was born on a Tuesday morning in the month of April. It’s been four years since that day. My connection to my mate is still strong, but thankfully not the same. With the pregnancy, we found the child connected us even more so than we already were.

  I experienced everything Alyssa did throughout the pregnancy and the delivery. Thanks to that knowledge, I now have a new respect for mothers. The whole thing is hard and the end is a nightmare of squeezing pain.

  But in the end, you get this perfect little person and somehow it makes it all worth it.

  Thankfully, that condition is gone, and I can feel only my feelings and she can only feel hers. We still have our telepathy, and it keeps getting stronger.

  With the arrival of our own child, we became aware that many children need our help, so we’ve moved our foundation in that direction. Not only feeding and educating children, but also setting up programs for people to spend time doing meaningful activities with them.

  We educate their parents about how to make a happy life for them by putting family first and material items second. We build homes for needy families and help the parents get educations if necessary.

  It was my mate’s idea to build a better furture for their children and I quite like it. We want to make the world a place where the importance of the family is in the forefront again, like it once was.

  My wife is a professional speaker now and holds seminars on the importance of finding a balance in relationships. Her disdain of the ancient ways made her seek education and she found anthropology is what excited her the most.

  She’s on her way to a master’s degree. She says she’ll be content to stop there, but my bet is on her getting her doctorate. My wife, Dr. Alyssa Fontaine. I like the sound of that.

  Kyle has an MBA and his own band. He and Laura married. They still live outside of Austin and have two children now, both boys, a farm full of animals, and a yellow lab they
treat like one of their children.

  Laura has just started college. She wants to be a school teacher. It turns out she loves kids and teaching them things. She found that out through helping with our foundation.

  Me, I’m into spreading the word of Our Creator. I studied religions from all over the world, then majored in philosophy. Now I am the pastor for our organization and also for The Rising Spirit Church.

  We have a little television program that comes on Sunday nights and a following of a few million people from around the world. It’s a nondenominational church, of course. We welcome all kinds.

  It’s getting to be time for dinner. The whole clan is coming to the mansion this evening. Scotty is introducing us to his new girlfriend. It’s not his first girlfriend, but it’s his first serious one.

  Scotty turned out to be a player in more ways than one. Those days might be numbered now, as he talks about this girl constantly, a sure sign.

  My mate is at the door to my office. I can tell she’s ready for us to go downstairs. I walk to her and take her hand. A flash of her naked body lying across our bed with a large stomach blasts through my mind.

  “Where’s Gwen?” I ask.

  “With your father. He took her for a walk,” she tells me. Her hair is curled and falling down around her face. Her lips are so red and shiny and I can’t focus.

  I can only think about how beautiful she is and how much I want her. Oh, Lord, help us, here we go again. And I couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  Carnal Lessons

  A Virgin and Single Daddy

  By Michelle Love

  Samuel

  You’re mine. I wrapped my fingers around the kinky dark curls of Liv’s hair and gave them a little tug. She moaned at the sudden pressure and pulse of pain. Her moans were rhythmic notes to my ears and all I wanted to do was make her hum for me forever.

  “Tell me you want me.” I said. I had one hand holding my thick, pulsing member and the other still in her hair. She was bent over a mixing board, her tits rested on the controls and her lips were inches from a mic.

  “I want you.” She whispered. She bit her bottom lip and sucked in on it. That same look was what got us into this hot mess in the first place. Her brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as I pressed my aching, veiny cock into her slick entrance. She was ready alright. Her pussy wrapped around my cock like a velvet, soft blanket--it’s luscious pink walls throbbed around me and her mouth fell open as I pumped deep into her.

  “Tell me again.” I growled.

  “I want you.” She barely said through gasps of air. Her voice shaky.

  “Louder.” I demanded.

  “I fucking want your fucking cock!” She cried.

  I felt her tighten around me as I slammed against her sweet spot. My one hand still tugged in her hair as the other wrapped around to play with her sensitive clit. She squirmed under me, which gave me more leverage for a deeper penetration. It was too much for her and she cried out, her white knuckled hands clutched the mixing board and she bucked her wanton hips into me.

  Her orgasm spilled over me as she tightened and pulsed, giving me a delicious massage. I thrust harder and faster; each thrust echoing a wet slapping sound from her juices and my balls. The orgasm ripped through me like a vicious torrent of pleasure, I stiffened and she gasped as I rocked back on my heels, nearly losing my footing as I released hot cum deep inside of her.

  Covered in sweat and coming down from the after high, I squeezed her plump ass cheek and grinned.

  “That...was amazing. Can we go again?” She asked. Her heavy lidded eyes blinked up at me, sending a surge of desire back through my cock.

  Don’t worry. I plan to do this all night. I smiled at her and shook my head. She would just have to work for it.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Olivia

  I looked at my reflection and blinked slowly. Do I look like a nun? Today was the day. The first day. I had worked for four years for this day. Me, Olivia Sanders, twenty-one and ready for action. Well, teaching that is. I was starting at Star Primary School as a teacher’s assistant.

  It might not be glamorous, but I needed the experience and I needed the money. When I received the letter that I was accepted I had done a little happy dance and called Rainey. There is just one problem with Rainey. Her idea of celebrate is vastly different from my own. I thought we could go out to dinner or maybe hang out at my apartment, but she wanted alcohol and sex--lots of sex, with lots of different people.

  I was still a virgin. Don’t get me wrong, I had a few chances to turn in that card. Do they even still call it v-card? I shook my head. Growing up in a very religious home, I rarely had the opportunity to meet boys. I had completed my undergrad still living with my parents and just last year moved into student housing and started attending traditional graduate school. It was during my first year in grad school, that I had any real interaction with people of my own age. And it was awful.

  At least these were kids. I could handle kids. I loved kids and always had. I even looked forward to having my own one day. Of course, I need to have a man before I can have a baby.

  I pulled into the school parking lot and sucked in a deep breath. I twisted the rearview mirror to my eyes and gave myself a little morning motivation. “You’ve got this. Just go in and be...well...as normal as possible.” Whatever that is. I was clearly not off to a good start as I sat in my car talking to my chocolate-eyed reflection.

  After I found the office, a secretary collected my information and a slick back haired man stepped out of the principal’s office. Hand outstretched, he leaned in towards me. “Welcome to the Star family. I am Jim Lambert. Principal Lambert to you. You must be Olivia. We needed another beautiful face around here.” He said. His eyes landed on my breasts and I mentally vomited all over his slimy smile.

  I would have enjoyed that comment from anyone, but the way he said it and natural--had my skin crawling. “Thanks and thank you for the opportunity.”

  “So, why fifth grade?” He asked.

  Because you were the first to accept my application and I was desperate? I couldn’t tell him that. Truth was, I wanted to test the waters. Try out each different grade level and see where I fit in the best. Also, they were the only school to call me back...so there was that too.

  “I just love kids. Always have. I want to make a difference in their lives.” I said. Go with the kiss ass answer.

  It must have worked because he pinched his lips together in a thoughtful way and just nodded slowly.

  “Well, I think you are going to like it here and who knows, maybe we can be lucky enough to bring you on for full time next year?” He said, sounding hopeful.

  “Maybe.” I replied. He turned without a word and headed out the door. I looked around confused, do I follow? I decided I was supposed to and had to nearly run to catch back up to him--my heels clacked across the floor.

  We walked to a room with a red painted door. The concrete walls had been painted white with a blue stripe that followed parallel with the tile floor. A giant black panther--the mascot--was painted on the wall. Mrs. Lavigne’s Fifth Grade English hung beside the blood red door and I peeked through the glass to find a middle-aged woman setting at the desk writing in a planner.

  “You will be shadowing, aiding, and learning under Mrs. Lavigne. She is a tough old bird, but I think you two should get along just fine.” Jim said.

  “Thanks.” I said. I knocked on the door and allowed myself in.

  Mrs. Lavigne immediately cut her eyes my way. “You must be Olivia.”

  “Hi.” I said sheepishly.

  She reached over and pulled a binder from the edge of her desk and tossed it towards me. It hit the floor with a resonating thwack. Bunching my brows, I started to ask her what the hell I was supposed to do with that when she started rattling off my sentencing. “You will lead the class and I will observe. This is my very own special curriculum and instruction design. Do not, deviate. I
will know.” She said.

  “Okay.” I picked up the binder and flipped it open. Plastic dividers hung from the metal clasps and papers stuck out on all corners. This was turning out to be such a great day. Then..the bells rang. Kids poured in like flood water and filled their seats. Noise and calamity were all around me and for a moment, I thought the floor had opened up underneath me--ready to swallow me whole.

  After introducing myself, I turned to Mrs. Lavigne for any sort of help, lifeline, anything. She pointed at the binder in my hands and mouthed “open it and read.”

  Two minutes and I lost them. To prove the point further, Mrs. Lavigne stood up and slammed her palm into the desk. Everyone went silent.

  “Ms. Olivia is going to be teaching this year. Show her some respect. I know we just came back from summer vacation, but now is not the time to start acting out already. Now shut your mouths and listen to your new instructor.” She said before returning to her seat. The whole room was silent.

  My first instinct was to run when the eyes blinked and landed on me. Shit. Thumbing through the binder, I found the current lesson plan. Thank God it is an interactive reading assignment. I looked at the roster on the first page of the binder and picked a name that stood out to me as unique. Where had I heard that name before?

  “Everyone turn to page forty-three in your text. Donavan Raven, can you please read the first paragraph?” I asked.

  “No ma’am, I can’t.” A voice from the back replied. It was soft, but respectful and yet I was still floored.

  “And why not?” I asked--agitated to already face a brick wall of defiance.

  His youthful face reminded me of someone--a celebrity?

  “Because I am dyslexic.” He said.

  My heart leaped into my throat. I blushed and turned to the veteran teacher. With a smirk on her lips, she thumbed over to the next page of her magazine.

  Great. This is going to be a fantastic year.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Sam

  I swiped my finger across the tablet and occasionally caught segments of Tia’s presentation. Monday board meetings were the worst. I usually used this time to catch up on emails and texts, unless a potential for a big contract is on the table--then I might even take notes on the soon-to-be rising talent. That was one major perk of being the CEO of a leading recording and production studio--I called the shots..and that included where my attention was spent.