The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  Jonathan introduced me, "This is Sienna, my summer intern."

  "Hello Sienna, balls face."

  I looked at Jim, "Hi Jim. It's nice to meet you."

  Jonathan looked at Jim, who was embarrassed again for his blurt out and then he looked happy.

  "See you did it. You didn't let the negative feeling overtake you, well-done," says Jonathan.

  "I've been practicing," says Jim.

  "If there's nothing to report, then I can see you again in a fortnight.”

  "Yes, great. Thanks for that. Bastard! Bastard!"

  Jim's smile remained intact as he knew it was better to keep his positive face. He walked out the door with the smile and waved a goodbye to me.

  Jonathan looked at me, "Such a lovely man."

  I looked back at him, "Yes he is. I think I'm in love with you, Jonathon," I say, blurting out my undeniable feelings.

  Oh, shit!

  Part 5 Explored by Him

  A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

  By Michelle Love & Catherine Vall

  JONATHAN

  It was quiet at the club on my own, really. All the noise from the music was there but it was quiet without her. She had walked out yesterday after she told me. Sienna Ruston had accidentally blurted it out and said that she loved me. Hey, I knew what guys were like. I'd seen it a thousand times. The girl said she loved the bloke and then he walked away and that was that. All over, red rover.

  I felt differently about the situation. I had wanted Sienna to love me since I saw her the night we moved together in lust over the unsuspecting SAAB. I craved her to love me, and now that I knew it, we could go further in our escapades. She trusted me and I trusted her. God knows that it is necessary for such an addiction to have trust.

  I had let her leave early because I knew she must have shocked herself and knowing the truth could be shocking. She had played along with my wants and needs and I had wooed her, on purpose. Actually, I have never loved anyone else, except for my parents. That was a definite thing, of course. The kind of love I had for Sienna took my soul away. She was incredible and it was like I couldn't function without her. It was the truest form of love when it felt like that.

  Thursday nights were nice at the club. It was not furiously busy and I look at the dancers in the windows as I ordered dinner. I feel very alone without my Sienna. I walk outside now after signalling to the waitress that I am making a call. I have to ring her.

  "Hello, Sienna speaking."

  "It's me. It's Jonathan."

  "Hi there, sorry I left early I..."

  "Can you come to the club?"

  I could sense that she may have been crying.

  "I'm kind of tired and I am sorry, really."

  I interrupted her, "I need to see you. I'll be half an hour, okay?"

  There was silence for a moment, "Okay but I'll be in my pajamas!"

  I walk back into the club and my pasta alfredo sits on the table. It reminds me of Sienna who loves anything with even a hint of carbs. I know the drive is only ten minutes to the dorm, so I fill my belly and wash it down with a soda. I hate the stuff unless it's with pizza or pasta, and then it goes nicely.

  I leave now and Stephen smiles as I tell him where we are headed. It is cooler this evening than it has been for a while. I wonder if Sienna will be expecting me to say my truth back to her. I mean its worth exploring, this whole love thing.

  I had watched my parents say it to each other for many years but it was a lie. It was to keep up appearances or to seem like they should because everyone expected them too. I knew they didn't mean it and sometimes I wished they had split up because they drove each other crazy with their ways. They had different ideas about everything, and sometimes they just fought because it was a habit.

  I move close to her dorm and the light is on. Stephen parks and dims the lights. I am about to walk to the door and then I see her come out. She has a pink, dressing gown on and her pants are sealed with slippers. They are unicorn slippers I see as she moves into the light. I giggle to myself, trying not to seem my usual, cheeky self.

  "Hi Jonathan. Jenna is asleep on the couch so I thought I should come down."

  The air is cold, "Come and sit inside the limo with me," I say.

  Sienna jumps in and I smell her freshly showered body. Her eyes are a little puffy and I can see she has been crying.

  "About today..." she placed her thoughts, "I'm sorry I said..."

  "Sssh," I interrupt her. "Sienna, what you said today is the best thing you could have ever said to me."

  Her eyes widen and she smiled, cautiously at first.

  "I also love you too. Very much."

  Sienna looks at me and places her arms around my neck. She kisses me all over and is definitely delighted with my news.

  "Oh, my God, really? You really love me?" says Sienna with her green eyes doting on me.

  "Yes, but I am not quite sure about the unicorns on your feet!"

  She bursts out a laugh with tears streaming down her cheeks.

  "Oh, thank God. I mean I can't help it. You are just so unbelievably beautiful," she says, looking at me again.

  "Sienna I want you to come to work and pack an overnight bag for tomorrow. Let's spend more time together. We can skip the club and have a night in if you want."

  I see her eyes sparkle as she holds me, "Yes, I will see you at nine sharp, Mr. Jonathon Ellis."

  I kiss her passionately and let her go inside. I watch the unicorns bob up and down as she walks. It looks hilarious. She turns and waves with the most beautiful smile on her face. My Sienna loves me, and I will definitely be sleeping well tonight, knowing that.

  SIENNA

  I arrive at nine and I can't wipe the smile off from my face. Jonathan Ellis loves me. I want to shout it out to the world so everyone can hear it. Well, that could be a little eccentric but I am definitely feeling very chirpy today.

  Jenna had woken up with a crook in her neck after sleeping on the couch in the dorm. She had to work at the theatre today and it was a double shift. I had rubbed some cream on it before I had left and she took some with her so hopefully she could get someone at work to do it again for her.

  Jeremy was oblivious now. I could see him texting on his phone and smiling. He was obviously chatting to Holly and he looked very chirpy himself.

  I thought about how funny I must have looked in my huge toweling dressing gown adorned with my unicorn slippers last night. Ha! He had to love everything about me even those!

  I know I am being silly, really. It's just that the sexiest, most beautiful man alive loves me. How can I not love that? Oh wow, I feel good today. Fantastic, even.

  "Mr. Ellis will see you now."

  I had my overnight bag with me and I put it in the Langdon room before I went in to see him. He was on the phone and winked at me as I sat down on the couch.

  "Julie yes, I understand that but it is a matter of necessity. I know the group is full but Ms. Falzon needs to be there too. Can't you put one of the long term members into the running of it all? Then that opens up a space for Ms. Falzon. Yes, yes, great. Yes, put Greg in that role, he'll love it. Thanks, Julie, you are a treasure. Yes, I know. Okay, I will definitely think about it. Thursday’s yes. Give me a week to think on it."

  Jonathan walked over to me and I stood up to greet him.

  "Hey there sexy girl, I’ve missed you."

  I felt the most beautiful I had felt in a long time. I was glowing and I knew that he could see it. My skin, my hair, and even my nails looked good. Maybe it was the reaction to being told that he loved me.

  "Hey you, what's up? Your phone call sounded serious."

  Jonathan kisses my neck and breathed in, smelling my hair.

  "The group has got twenty members and between my practice and Julie's, there's bound to be more need for another one. She runs that one and wants me to start another on a Thursday night."

  I look at him and see his reluctance. He doesn't seem too keen to do it and I wonder w
hy.

  "Why don't you want to do it, Jonathan?" I ask.

  "I do, but I need a helper that can organize it with me."

  I look at him, "Is it hard to get help?'

  "Yes, extremely hard. Many of the cases are weird, unusual or just plain eccentric. A lot of schizophrenia and manic depression. It can be quite exhausting and they rely on it so much, to cope. So, once you start one, it is not fair to shut it down again."

  "I'll do it.”

  Jonathan looks at me and smiled, "Really?"

  "Yes of course. I mean you might need to help me so I know what I'm doing, but yes, I'd love to help."

  Jonathan looks extremely excited, and he hands me some books to read.

  "Have a look at these and then tell me what you think. We'll meet at eleven and we can go through it. Then I can ring Julie if you still want to do it. She'll be thrilled."

  Jonathan kisses me and I kiss him on the cheek. It is the first time he has been really excited about something other than me, and it is beautiful. There is passion and an unbelievable intensity in his body language and his eyes. This is what he lives for, professionally. I get to be a witness to it, and also learn a tremendous amount while I go. It is an extremely good day.

  The Langdon room seems lighter than usual. One of the curtains is moved open to let the sunlight beam through it, more than it usually is. I feel so happy that I am in love. My beautiful Jonathan. Okay, what books are here?

  Okay, Behavioral Therapy, Group Sharing for Mental Health Disorders and The Way to Recovery.

  Alright... ‘Behavioral therapy is a term used to describe different types of therapy that can treat mental health disorders. The therapy may also help to identify and change any self-destructive or potentially self-sabotaging behavior/s. The main idea is that all behaviors are said to be learned; unhealthy behaviors can, therefore, be unlearned and changed to benefit the individual.’

  I scan through the pages and I realised that already know some of the ideas and benefits of group therapy. One of the papers I wrote was on The Benefits of Group Therapy. These books have a broader view on the topics and I feel enlightened by the pages. I didn't realize how important regular sessions were for mental health sufferers. It can help the sufferer gain more insight on their life and feel a part of something, to feel truly worthwhile.

  I look at them and I am feeling so wonderful. I still could not believe that Jonathan had told me he loved me. How many other college girls could say that a limo had waited and the sexiest man (of their dreams) was there to greet them and tell them that he loved them? It was movie stuff! I, Sienna Ruston, was in love. It was better than any movie I had seen or could describe. It was like being in Heaven on Earth. My naughty Heaven where Jonathan took me and placed himself inside me in the most passionate ways.

  I knew my parents were in love, but I doubted their sexual fireworks had ever been as good as mine and Jonathan's. I don't know, maybe it was. If you were with someone and you loved them, it was amazing how awesome it felt. Still, I doubted that my father had been tied up by my mother or vice versa. I moved my thoughts away from that weird train of thinking and got a glass of water from the cooler.

  I was glad to hear the buzzer. "Mr. Ellis is ready for your eleven o' clock appointment."

  I walk out, past Jeremy and the obviously flirty Holly. I smile at them both and they barely noticed me.

  Jonathan was standing and waiting for me to come in.

  "Hey there beautiful. We can have some time together now."

  I smile and look at him in his light, yellow shirt. He has his sleeves halfway up his arms and it drives me crazy, as always.

  "Say you love me again, Jonathan."

  "I love you, Sienna."

  I feel completely surrounded by his love as he says it to me and I can feel him wanting me again. This time it is my intelligence he seeks and not my body.

  "Great, now we can talk about your group therapy idea," I say.

  He smiles at me and sits across on the other lounge.

  "Sienna, I have five candidates already. I think Julie will have at least two, so the group would already be at seven to start off with."

  I look at his passion and see how alive it makes him feel. I love seeing him so happy and I feel truly blessed to witness it.

  "Oh, how perfect," I say.

  "Will you join me at Julie's tonight? It is an hour-long session and we can see how it works. The dynamics, and how she handles the conversation."

  "Yes, it sounds great. I only brought jeans, though."

  That will be perfect because the clients like to be casual, anyway."

  I can see how his excitement is building. I think that he is definitely a great psychologist. To open a volunteer, group therapy session once a week is very admirable.

  JONATHAN

  Sienna wants to help me get this group therapy thing up and running. She can see the benefit to it and I know the clients will love her.

  She sits across from me on the lounge and I know that she finds me quite passionate about the cause. She has caught me off guard by showing an interest in something unrelated to sex.

  I've handed her some notes on how I think it should be run and she is scanning over them now. I feel drawn to the group therapy because it has helped so many individuals to grow and become positive about their lives, despite the odds.

  Another local group run by Julie is Alcoholics Anonymous and it has been a great success. It enables the sufferer to have a place to go and meet up to share stories, and to live by the principles of sobriety.

  My group will be made up of the same principles Julie uses. There are no rules, but they govern the sessions in a looser way so then everyone can feel included and important.

  “Once the group feels good together then we can start adding fun to it. With art, or bingo, or table tennis. Then they can help each other and socialize together as well. The idea is very agreeable to a range of clients.”

  "Jonathan, the principles are amazing."

  "Yes, they are. Julie and I wrote them together a few years ago. They were her ideas and I just scrutinized them and added a bit."

  "Add positivity to each member through word, deed, and action," she says reading a principle.

  "Yes, that's the plan. But it doesn't always happen," I say, rolling my eyes.

  "You might regret inviting me. I like to take control and organizing things," says Sienna winking.

  "I hope you like it too because that will be your role."

  I sit and she lets me kiss her neck. I know she feels completely helpless when I do it. It is a weakness. I know she'll become unable to move when I place my lips there.

  I sit and she feels all floppy as I continue kissing her neck. I can hear her breathing change at a quicker pace as I push her down and lay on top of her. So much for working.

  "Sienna you're so fucken hot and I love you."

  I look at her eyes. Those dreamy, green eyes that melt me as I lay on top of her.

  "Fuck me, Jonathan, please. I love you too."

  My hand reaches up and moves her skirt up, effortlessly. I pull her panties to the side and I place a finger inside of her and feel how damp she is already. I am ready to put my cock inside her and she moans as I thrust it into her.

  Although she is wet, her pussy feels extremely tight and holds my cock firmly as I push in and out. I can feel her hips move up so I get in deeper with every thrust. I decide that I want to feel the inside of her, to savour it, and so I tease my cock in and out slow and steadily. That prompted soft moans off her; so readily responsive.

  I am moaning too. Her pussy has a hold of my cock and I feel nothing short of ecstasy as it goes in and out of her. She thrusts to take me and I have never felt such pleasure.

  "Keep fucking me like that…"

  I know my movements are reaching her sweet spot because every time it hits she moans and clenches her hand into my back.

  "Oooh, oooh…"

  I continue fucking her sweet, tight
pussy and she moans more and more. I speed up just a little more and I feel her grasp my back and move her hips more. Her pussy relaxes, but not after waves of contractions, and I felt her wetness on my cock as she peaked.

  "Oh, fuck yes," she says.

  I look into her eyes and I know that she has felt sheer bliss. I continue my thrusts for a moment and then pull out.

  "Stand over my desk. I want to fuck you from behind."

  Sienna gets up, and I look at her ass bent over my desk. Her skirt is pulled up and sits on her back.

  "Sienna I want to fuck you in the ass. Is that okay?”

  "I've never done it before..."

  "I know, it is okay. I will do it gently," I reassure her.

  I place my finger inside of her ass, and she nods a ‘yes’ for me to continue.

  I continue with my finger and use my spit to moisten her anus. Fuck, it's so tight. Oh yeah.

  My cock is erect and I ease the first few inches in. I leave it there as Sienna braces herself.

  "Oh God, it's good," she says.

  I move my hand around, and grab her hand.

  "Play with yourself because it will help you relax more.”

  She places her fingers on her clitoris and I feel her anus relax as she did so. My cock slides in and she gasps.

  I continue to thrust gently, and enjoy the tightness as it closes firmly on my hard shaft.

  "Fuck Sienna, you have a tight ass…"

  I continue as Sienna places fingers inside herself and frigs her pussy while I have my way up her ass. I feel extremely horny and I speed up as I move inside her.

  "Oh Jonathan, fuck me harder," she says.

  I continue thrusting and her ass is as tight as ever and I feel bound by ecstasy. I pull my cock out and continue to jerk off as I look at her ass.

  "Oh, yeah, cum for me baby… cum on my fucking ass!”

  I can't believe how dirty she's being in her deed, and with words. I blow all over her ass and she rubs it and then places it in her mouth, sucking on her fingers.

  "Oh yeah, fucking hot…," she says, looking back at me.