Neighborly Love_Accidentally Married Billionaire Romance

by Ellen Hutton

  I heard the sound of the bell go off which signaled the end of class. I still remained sat on my chair, and going through lines in the textbook on the table beneath my eyes. I was lost in thoughts that weighed heavily on my very bones. I did not know what to make of the tiny little voice in my head that kept repeating the same words. A tap on my shoulder, followed by the voice of Stephen calling my name disrupted my stream of thoughts.

  I looked up at him and managed a smile.

  "What's going on bee?" He asked with a look of concern on his face.

  "What do you mean?" I faked a smile.

  "Come on don't do that. I know something is on your mind. And that's not all.

  "I still don't understand what you are saying" I told him.

  "You have been distant lately. You hardly even pick my calls any longer and you go home quite early. It's almost like you are rushing home to something" his words made my breathing cease. He had noticed. I wondered who else had noticed.

  "I am alright, really. I just had this little fight with my sister" I lied.

  "Oh okay. I hope it wasn't that bad" he asked, looking more concerned now.

  "No, of course not. It's nothing I cannot handle" I told him.

  "Alright then. I was thinking another guy had stolen you away from me. Or maybe your brother just did not like me and you were trying to stay away" he said.

  "No, Steve. Why would you even think such? You know how much I care about you. Do you think anyone can stop me from going where my desire lies?" I said, unconsciously referring to something much different.

  "So your desire lies with me?" Stephen's voice sounded really nice in those words.

  "Yes" I blushed.

  "I love you so much bee. I don't know what I would do if I lost you" he said.

  "You won't" I voiced softly.

  “Are you sure?” he asked with his eyes focused on mine as though he was trying to see into my soul to convince himself that I meant every word that I said.

  “You won’t Stephen… I promise” I said and kissed him on his cheek. It felt weird. I kissed him on the other cheek to somehow make it right but it still felt weird. So I kissed him on his lips. It was not deep, but it got the job done. It felt right at least. And then I hugged him. But then, my mind was distant and in a place where even I did not know.

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  The sun cast shadows on the ground as I took the final turning home. My heart beat faster in anticipation like had done for the last 5 days, although getting disappointed every time. I was not sure about what I expected but I hoped it was worth it. The guilt in my chest increased as I thought about the words that Stephen said to me. He truly did love me. But let's face it, I was beautiful and smart. Yes, I was a little weird and seemingly emotionally disturbed, but I was great company. Steve and I had been through a lot together and I just could not see how fantasizing about my own brother this way could be right.

  Why did he have to sleep with Katy? Why did I have to see that? Why was I so much of a curious cat? Yet, here I was, making my way into the house again, earlier than I should be home. I moved quietly to my room, determined to break the chains that seemed to have me tied down to these feelings.

  As I walked, I caught sight of the way to Kirk's room, but I took my eyes off that. My gaze fell to my door. The knob called out to my fingers and they reluctantly answered. I was petulant, but I knew that it was the right choice. I couldn't harbor such desires.

  I opened the door and froze to the spot. Kirk was there, sitting on my bed in the dark room. The blinds were down and it gave his face a new look. His eyes were evident.

  "Hi Beatrice. Welcome home" he said.

  I was numb.

  "Come here" was the next set of words that escaped his lips… those nice and soft trims of flesh.

  I obliged and walked slowly toward him.

  "I know why you have come home this early" he said, much to my dismay. My heart beats were so loud, I was sure he heard them.

  "I saw you, you know?" He said.

  "Huh?" I was honestly not sure of what he meant"

  "I know you saw us... Katy and me" he said, keeping his eyes sternly on me.

  "Well," I was starting to stammer.

  "You don't have to feel shy" he said. "I know how you feel. I know how you have felt since when you saw me. I know how you have felt for a long time" he said softly. I was speechless, and all that I could do was watch his lips move.

  "I think it is time to let you know that I want you just as much. I always loved you as my kid sister, but now you have grown so mature and damn when I saw you in your underwear, I almost came right there" he continued to speak these melodies.

  I tried to create a resistance wall in my head but it was just not working.

  "I want to kiss you right now. I want to make you feel all that I feel for you in my heart. I want to let my love adorn you" his lips worked wonders.

  I tried to think of every other thing that might bring me back from the journey that Kirk had taken me on. I knew I was already far gone. I thought of Stephen but I felt the wetness in between my legs also.

  “I have a boyfriend,” I told him, trying hard to resist.

  “I don’t want to be your boyfriend, Beatrice. Come on, just look at how weird that sounds. I want to be your lover. I want to make love to you until you cry out my name and let me into your soul” he said in his ever so lovingly soft voice. My legs were shaking. I just could not take it any longer. But I had to try one last line of defense.

  “My body is supposed to belong to my boyfriend. How do you think he will feel if he finds out about this?” I said.

  “Is that what you are worried about? In that case, we need to tell your boyfriend that you now belong to me” he said. Such bravado and confidence made my thighs wet. I did not understand what was going on. He walked closer to me, put his hand in my purse, took my phone and said to me “Call him”

  Just like I was in a trance, I dialed his number and when I heard his voice, Kirk took the phone and said “Listen closely”… and then he planted a kiss on my lips. I melted… unable to move. He pushed me to the bed, putting the phone right beside me. I could hear Stephen’s voice over the phone. He was screaming something. I couldn’t hear it. But before I could think any more, Kirk was all over me.

  I felt his hand slide under my dress as his wrist brushed past the hem. He ran his hands higher, sending chills up my spine, with all my nerve endings at full attention. He stopped... I sighed. I did not want him to stop. But he had other things in mind. He wanted to tease me beyond my elastic limit. His soft, yet thick hands came out of my dress... slowly... and I involuntarily closed my eyes, praying that he wouldn't stop. Please don't stop, I prayed. Oh yes, God answered my prayers. He got up from the bed, his arms brushing against mine as he moved in front of me. His shadow enveloped my desires as I felt his presence all over me. And just then, his lips met mine. Soft and passionate it tasted, almost like fresh juice from the Garden of Eden.

  Our lips met and played like they had known each other from childhood… well, they did, but not in this way. The tenderness and warmth from his mouth melted my emotions and I could feel hot tears starting to form in my eyes, threatening to gush out. They were tears of joy. I took both of my hands around him and rubbed his back over his plain shirt as we kissed. He drew me closer, pressing my plump chest against his, allowing my nipples dagger his muscular upper body.

  Slowly and mutually, the kiss broke, and I brought my face gently away from his. God! He grinned at me and I marveled at his ever white pair of teeth, but the image did not linger in my mind as he started lifting his shirt and I saw his warm flesh. It sparkled in the light of the bulbs which illuminated the room.

  He smiled at me and walked toward the window; spreading the curtain and allowing the pure yellow sunlight pierce through and make a pattern on the bed. It was beautiful, and I felt some twitching in me. I suddenly heard Stephen’s voice again over the phone. I paid him no mind. Kirk was in front of me a
nd that was all that mattered.

  I saw his lips move and I repeated every soft word he said. It was as if I suffered from echolalia as I said every single word over and over again. He said beautiful things to me and complimented on my beauty.

  I felt loved, cherished, and desired. For once I felt like I did not have any other thing to live for, just the touches of this perfect gentleman in front of me. His smile was like relics that was specially and strategically planted on his face to last a thousand years and brighten my day for the rest of eternity.

  He would close any holes in my heart with glass and make me happy. All that hope and optimism was what I saw in his eyes as I looked at him, longing for his firm, slightly muscular arms to hold me and make me feel whole once again.

  I felt his touch on my flushed face, sending me into an exasperating reverie in my dream state. It was all so funny because I knew that I could in fact be dreaming. And then I could hear his heart ring out to mine. It rang out loud... and loud. Time stood still and I could see everything begin to glow and life itself felt nonexistent. The world was no longer what I knew it. Everything was different... purer. Suddenly, I felt like I would somehow be sunk into a deep ditch if I did not turn back and look into the eyes of the man who did not want me to go. My soul yearned for him. His touch still lingered on my skin even as he left me alone. I was still rooted to the spot, unable to decide whether to move forward or turn back. Finally, I was able to twist away from the grip of time and tilted my body and neck till I was facing this beautiful man.

  His eyes were dark... only a slight glow of green shot from the tiny center. He was like a person high on a drug, but I knew that he was sober. He just stood still, staring at me, only blinking once or twice. I saw the desire in his eyes, a striking resemblance to the one that was in my soul. We both needed to satisfy the raging dragon that breathed the fire which burned in us. I saw myself through the lens of his eye balls, expanding my image, mentally undressing my frame and revealing all my fragile innocence.

  The intensity of our gazes slowly began to create a magnetic field, and suddenly I could feel the heat of his lips near my own. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, and when our lips separated, my eyes were still closed, wishing he would just melt me in his kisses. I waited to feel his lips once again... my lips still remained slightly parted. He was looking at me, I knew it... I could feel it... but he just wouldn't plant another kiss on my yearning lips.

  Just as my eyes sprung open once again, I saw his smiling face. He was waiting to make eye contact with me... to see the intensity of desire in my eyes, which would be a perfect reflection of how I felt deep down inside. I returned his smile, with a comforting upward turn of my own lips.

  And just like that, we both moved closer and began another sensual kiss. I ran my hand on his back, enjoying the feel of his tongue in my mouth. He was a very good kisser and I had to try hard to keep up with him. It soon became a tug of war as the intensity built up... the passion was at its peak. It was time to up the ante.

  He took off his jacket hurriedly and my hands were ever too quick to remove his shirt and unbutton it from down up. I exposed his chest, excited at the sight of the almost invisible line of hair that ran down from his chest to his abdomen. His firm and ripped body had my senses doing somersaults. My heart raced faster than before and my estrogen level heightened in need of his this god like body on me.

  Quickly I leaned into him and brought my lips to his masculine chest, picking his tips with my teeth ever so gently and biting on them interchangeably. He moaned in pleasure as I ran a kiss up his chest, then this neck and landed on his lips which was ever so ready to part open and kiss me vigorously. His tongue was hot with desire, exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth, playing tango with my own tongue.

  His hand on my back slowly began to unzip me, gradually parting my dress, exposing my back to the eyes of the walls. I giggled when I realized that he must have discovered that I was not wearing anything underneath. Separating from him, I took a few steps backward to gain his attention. Not like I did not have it before. He watched as I gave him a shy look before crossing my arms on my chest and raising my fingers to the straps of my dress. I pushed them aside, slowly and sensually, catching my falling dress in mid rift, just over my chest.

  I saw his throat swell, and I knew he swallowed some saliva. If I did not have his attention before, I definitely had it now.

  I wiggled my body, shaking the top of my ample cups, allowing the soft skin jiggle in the dimly lit room which gave them an orange color. He watched with eyes focused directly on me, not looking away for anything in the world. Finally, I let him out of his wait and curiosity when I let the dress slide below my chest, watching his eyes widen as my dark tips came into view, pointed at his fore head, as if in recognition of the man they were about to please.

  I smiled, but he was too flushed to do the same. He just watched as I moved closer to him and my dress fell to the floor, exposing my black underwear to his full glare. His eyes were completely dark now... dark with all the sexiness in the world.

  I walked closer to him and stood right in front of him till my belly was in front of his face.

  "Take off my underwear." I ordered him.

  I swallowed some saliva as I felt both of his ward hands on either side of my hips, pulling down the thin black material.

  I was cleanly shaven and from the look on his face, he loved what he was seeing. He pushed my underwear further down until it reached my knees and I helped wiggle the damn thing out of my legs and stepped out of them.

  Now my sex was directly in front of him. I knew he desired me from the way he was staring at my pinkness which usually stuck out a bit like a flower.

  I moaned immediately I felt his hot tongue down there.

  His tongue was working some magic and my feminine substance was all too happy to receive all the pleasure. I felt it like an electric current running up my waist and going straight to my brain.

  He held my bum cheeks and pressed me further into his mouth. I felt consumed by his desire as all my nectar rubbed against his lips.

  He sucked me till my breathing changed and I let my juices splash all over his face. He licked and licked, not letting any flavor escape. I shuddered and shook, my legs trembling under the immense excitement of my own orgasm.

  He stood up and got completely naked, displaying his fully erect member. It was just as beautiful as he was. It was exactly as I imagined it would look like up close. I just had to take it in my mouth and make him feel the same pleasure he had made me feel. I rubbed my tongue over its tip and I was rewarded by his unstable movements which showed that what I was doing was having an effect in him. Oh it was great as I whirled my tongue over it and after my remarkable job; I was rewarded with hot spurts of cum in my mouth.

  I looked into his eyes and something told me that the night had only just begun. My eyes drifted to the phone on the bed and I realized that it was still on call. I wonder what that meant. Stephen had been listening to us all this while? That was certainly the end of my relationship, and the beginning of something new for me. The question of why Stephen did not end the call all through the rounds of sweetness left me bewildered. Still, I was glad about how it had all turned out. I had no idea of what would come next, but I knew one thing for sure. I loved this new feeling. Thoughts of Katy also crossed my mind. How was this going to work? What happens when or if she finds out about Kirk and me? But that thought was immediately wiped out of my mind when I felt the wetness of Kirk’s lips on my mouth once again. I closed my eyes and savored it. Every other thought could wait. This was all that mattered now. I kissed him back… deeply.

  Bonus Story: I Found Love

  Love and relationships were never important to Annie and she was not eager to take the plunge when she met Leon. The only problem was that she had finally found something she wasn’t looking for in a man with a hidden past. She is now caught in a fight between her attraction to a beautiful man and her desire
to stay clear of all relationships.

  When Leon met Annie he was fresh out of his recent breakup and although he didn’t know it yet, the woman he had met at the bar on that fateful night was the woman for him. After everything that has happened in his past and with his family, being his father’s heir was a pleasure he would not deny his old man. The only issue comes up when he finds out his father has schemed against him to make him marry. When he looks for someone suitable, he realizes that the one he needed had been there all along.

  Chapter 1

  For the second time that night Annie walked away from her table towards the bathroom. There was nothing wrong with her, but she was desperate to get away from Dale; the blind date from hell. As she walked into the bathroom she let out a sigh of relief when she realized it was empty. She pulled out her phone and dialed Lidia her best friend and the one who had brought this upon her. When the phone rang and went straight to voicemail she knew her friend was avoiding her call so she dialed her once again. Lidia picked up on the second ring.

  “What?” Lidia asked, “shouldn’t you be on your date?”

  “There is only so much I can listen to about football,” Annie said dreading the topic of the conversation she was having with Dale.

  It’s not that he wasn’t handsome; far from it. He was as dashing as she would ever imagine a guy she would date could be. His bright brown eyes and thick blonde hair were his best features and his angular face with a beautiful chin dimple only served to enhance his beauty. The only problem was that he was as boring as a post.

  “He won’t stop talking about football huh?” Lidia asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.