The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  He held up his hands. ‘I don’t care, but okay, go do what you have to.’

  Ori scooted into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, trying to get a handle on what she was feeling. Thoroughly and professionally fucked for one, she grinned to herself now, as she rinsed her mouth. Her thighs ached, her vagina throbbed from the pounding Maceo’s huge and ramrod hard cock had given it. Jeez…even thinking about it made her wet again. Her smile faded when she noticed the bruises on her neck, clearly defined fingerprints. Jeez, what a whirlwind. One minute I was being murdered, the next fucked to within an inch of my life. Who the hell had broken into her apartment and why had he tried to kill her?

  An image of her step-father flashed into her mind. No. He had no idea where she was…did he? Surely now he was in disgrace, a lot of the contacts he could have used to find her had vanished – mostly because he’d fucked their wives. A wave of nausea hit her, and she gripped the side of the wash basin to steady herself.

  ‘Are you okay, Bella?’

  Ori looked up to see Maceo watching her with concerned eyes. She smiled weakly at him. ‘I think the break-in just hit me.’

  He came to her then, his fingers brushing her bruised neck. ‘I won’t let anything happen to you, Ori. I promise.’ God, she could get lost in his green eyes…

  Maceo brushed his lips against hers. He tasted of fresh air. Ori closed her eyes and reveled in his kiss, his tongue gently massaging hers, his hands dropping to her waist and pulling her close to him. She could feel his erection through his clothes, hot and long against her belly. What this man does to me…she gave a little moan which seemed to spur him into action, pulling her t-shirt over her head in one swift motion and lifting her up, so her buttocks rested on the sink. Ori kept her mouth on his as he eased her shorts off and tugged her legs around his waist and then he was inside her again, impaling her on his long shaft. Ori cried out as he fucked her hard, his thickly muscled arms lifting her small frame easily, his mouth rough on hers.

  He took her again in the shower they shared, pressing her against the cool tile as he thrust into her from behind, murmuring her name again and again until she was almost crying with pleasure.

  They devoured the breakfast rolls hungrily afterward, and Maceo told her some more about her new job. ‘I think we will be working together very closely,’ he said with a wicked grin. ‘I need someone to travel the world with me, to go and scout the cities while I deal with the red tape and business side. It is regretful that I cannot make the time to see all the galleries – that is my first love – but it’s not what made me a billionaire.’

  Ori was curious. ‘Do you come from a rich family?’ Maceo shook his head. ‘My mother looked after me on her own, gave me a good upbringing, but we did not lead a wealthy life. It made me determined to give her everything. I am glad I got to spoil her before she passed.’

  Ori felt a wash of sympathy. ‘I’m sorry she’s gone, Maceo.’

  He nodded, comfortable with his emotions. ‘What about you?’

  Ori shifted in her chair. ‘My mom died a few years ago; I have a younger brother – well, half-brother, A.J. He’s the love of my life, really.’ She was grinning now, thinking of him, and Maceo smiled at her.

  ‘I can see that. Lucia tells me your step-father is a politician.’

  Ori’s smiled faded and unconsciously, she touched the bruises at her neck. ‘My mother is dead; he’s no longer my step-father.’

  Maceo covered her hand with his. ‘I understand, Bella.’ He leaned over to kiss her. ‘Now, by your own logic, I’m not your boss until Monday morning and it just so happens that I have the weekend free. Would you spend it with me, Ori? I would like to show you my Venezia.’

  Ori smiled at him, grateful for the change of subject. ‘Yes, Maceo, I would like that very much.’

  A little while later, when Ori had excused herself to use the bathroom, Maceo pulled out his cell-phone. In a low voice, he instructed his private detective to find out everything he could on Tyson Janek. ‘I want to know where he is, what he wants…and what the hell he’s been doing to his step-daughter.’

  ‘Mr. Milland, would you come this way?’ The police captain came to greet him personally and led him to his office. After they had been seated, the captain gave him a sympathetic look.

  ‘Mr. Milland, I know this has been hard, but I assure you we are doing everything we can to find Viola’s killer.’

  ‘It’s been weeks, and no new leads,’ Alex said. ‘Surely there must be something – can you trace the crossbow bolt?’

  ‘Unlikely,’ the captain said. ‘Mr. Milland, can you think of anyone or anything, no matter how seemingly inconsequential that might make…’

  ‘Someone fire a crossbow bolt into the abdomen of the woman I love? No,’ Alex was snippy now, ‘Viola had no enemies, none, and to do that to someone…why?’

  The police captain hesitated. ‘Mr. Milland, our police psychologist has been asking the same questions.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘The manner of killing…the way she was tied before being shot…he seems to think it was a sexual motive.’

  Alex leaned forward. ‘Aren’t they all? Viola was a beautiful woman, Captain. I assumed it was sexually motivated from the beginning. The question is – who?’

  The captain tapped his pen on the desk. ‘Mr. Milland, how long had you and Viola been in a relationship?’

  ‘Two years, five months and seven days. Why?’

  ‘Is it possible she had a lover? Or lovers?’

  Alex felt the blood drain out of his face but he sighed. ‘It’s possible. I spent long days and nights away on business. We sometimes argued about it.’ He turned hooded, haunted eyes to the captain. ‘Am I a suspect?’

  ‘We can’t rule out anyone at this point.’

  Alex nodded. ‘I understand.’

  ‘Do you know of anyone, anyone close to you that might have had the opportunity – I’m not saying they did anything untoward – but had the opportunity to be alone with Viola.’

  Alex rubbed his head. ‘Yes. I have a group of friends with whom Viola was friendly, and I know when they were in town, and I wasn’t, they would sometimes have dinner or drinks with her. But none of them would do this, Captain. They are my brothers.’

  ‘It would be good to talk to them, Mr. Milland.’

  Alex shook his head. ‘No, I won’t believe any of them had anything to do with this. You’re looking in the wrong direction.’

  ‘Still, Mr. Milland…I’d like to have their names. Just to be thorough.’ The captain’s voice had taken on a hard edge and Alex, seeing how seriously he was taken this, couldn’t think of a way to dissuade him.

  ‘Please don’t harass them,’ he said and, sighing, began to recite their names. ‘Lisander Duarte, Benoit Vaux, Seth Cantor, Maceo Bartoli…’

  After a weekend of sightseeing and screwing – sometimes both at the same time - Ori had finally sent Maceo home on Sunday evening. ‘I don’t want anyone to know we’ve been together,’ she said firmly, ‘I need to make my own first impression. I don’t want to be known as the girl who screwed her way into her job, Maceo.’

  Maceo had no choice but to honor her wishes but he insisted on making sure the apartment was intruder-proof before he left. Ori didn’t mind that at all – seeing Maceo working with his hands, fixing deadbolts to the door, installing an alarm, especially when he could have just paid someone to do it, was a huge turn on. She thanked him profusely in the shower afterward.

  Now, as she sat outside on the balcony, breathing in the cool night air, she missed him. His crazy, infectious energy was like a balm to every bad thing. Yes, she knew that she was unlikely to ever be able to trust him completely…but when had she trusted anyone, anyway? Even her beloved mother had let her down the one time Ori had gone to her and told her what Tyson had done to her. ‘You must never, ever say anything like that ever again, child, never.’ And, haunted by the fear on her mother’s face, she hadn’t.

  Maceo
Bartoli…he had gotten under her skin in a way she had never experienced before. She was under no illusions that they were dating – they were merely screwing – no commitment, no ‘relationship’ and that was fine with her. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt against hers, the clean scent of his skin, the way his gaze fixed on hers as he thrust into her. She could still feel the way his dark brown curls felt as she slid her fingers through them. God, stop thinking about him, she told herself fiercely – even dreaming of him turned her on.

  She went to bed early, setting her alarm for seven a.m. She had a water taxi booked for eight – she wanted to be early on her first day. Her work clothes – a simply burgundy dress and heels hung on the back of her door. Ori got into bed and switched off the lamp, scooching down. She felt optimistic for the first time in a long time. A new job, a new life. A new love? Her cell phone beeped with a text message.

  Goodnight, sleeping beauty. I will see you in the morning. Sleep well, M.

  Ori smiled to herself and replied. You too…boss. She put a smiley face on the end of the message and shut off her phone. Soon she was asleep, the cool Venice air drifting in through the window.

  She had no idea how soon her happiness would be shattered.

  Tyson Janek stood on the small boat as it pulled up alongside the jetty outside Ori’s apartment but he made no move to get out. Instead, he stared up at the open window of where she had to be sleeping. So close…

  So, she’d scored herself a billionaire boyfriend, then? Maceo Bartoli. Tyson’s murderous jealousy had not been helped by what Harrison had discovered about the man. Thirty-nine, art dealer, gallery owner – involved in something called The Midnight Club. Powerful. Friends in the Italian government; a ruthless businessman. But all that was nothing compared to Bartoli’s almost legendary status with women. If he wanted them, he could have them – his devastating good looks making sure that the world’s most beautiful women hung on his every word.

  And now he had Ori. My Ori, Tyson seethed, but he did not show it on his face. He wondered if Bartoli would be unhappy when Ori died or if she was just another random fuck for him.

  No. From the personality profile he had on the man, Bartoli might be a whore, but he treated all his cast offs royally. He was passionate, caring, even if commitment wasn’t his thing. Tyson had to admit – he probably suited Ori. Ori had always hated being tied down – Tyson smirked to himself, and literally too.

  He nodded to the boat captain who backed the small boat away from the jetty and out into the Lagoon. No, Maceo Bartoli would mourn Ori, Tyson was sure.

  But he’ll mourn her from the confines of a jail cell.

  Ori walked into the gallery at a quarter of nine, nervous but excited. She saw Maceo already there, talking to a group of people gathered around one of the paintings. Clients, she guessed and hovered in the background, not sure of what to do. She watched Maceo charm them, making them laugh, the women all tucking their hair behind their ears and standing a little straighter. Ori hid a smile – man whore in everything, she thought without malice. She could see the danger of him – so easy to fall for, so difficult to let go.

  Maceo noticed her, and a huge smile spread across his face. He excused himself politely and came to her. ‘And early, too. That’s always a plus.’ He kissed her cheeks, his green eyes twinkling at her. ‘Come meet some people and then we’ll get to organizing you.’

  The morning flew by as Ori didn’t have the time to worry as Maceo steered her through meeting clients, to getting to know the staff. He introduced her as a friend of Lucia’s – she was glad, it saved her a lot of nervousness. Maceo, his hand on the small of her back, was professional all the way and most of the young woman greeted her as an old friend. Ori wasn’t stupid; she knew Maceo had probably screwed half, if not more, of them but to his credit, they all seemed to be on friendly terms with their boss. Only one woman, Cassie – ‘the other American,’ Maceo had chuckled – a blonde with a sweet face, was cooler to Ori, her eyes searching her face, then resting on Maceo. A small smirk hitched up at the side of her mouth. Ori flushed but Maceo didn’t notice anything.

  ‘Cas, can I get you to show Ori somewhere she can dump her things? She’ll be hot-desking mostly for now. Ori, please excuse me for a few more moments while I show my clients out.’

  ‘Of course.’

  Cassie took Ori up a flight of glass stairs. A large open plan office lay on the second floor but Ori was amused to see huge tables filled with art materials as well as the usual desks. It was messy and colorful and Ori loved it. A few of the woman working up there looked at her curiously. Cassie showed her a desk in the corner, a view out to the Lagoon a welcome sight to the cramped space.

  ‘You can use this one,’ Cassie told her. ‘Maceo doesn’t care how you personalize it as long as you’re happy – but it doesn’t sound like you’ll be using it a lot. I hear you’re to be our new scout?’

  Ori detected an undertone to her words but decided to ignore it. She didn’t want to fall out with anyone on her first day. ‘Apparently so. I’m excited to start.’

  Cassie took her through the computer and phone system then showed her the bathrooms and kitchen, making them both a rather weak coffee. Ori sipped it, grateful despite the taste. Her nerves had only gotten worse since she got to the gallery. Cassie left her alone at her desk, and Ori took the chance to catch her breath and survey her surroundings. A small dark girl waved at her from across the room, and Ori smiled at her. The girl came over and sat on Ori’s desk.

  ‘Hello, I’m Sirena, Maceo’s intern. Anything you need just ask. I love your scarf.’

  Ori smiled at her. Sirena had a warm, friendly face, merry twinkling eyes. ‘I will, thank you.’

  They chatted easily for a few minutes before Maceo reappeared and spirited Ori away to his office. She was glad to see that the door had no window in it because as soon as it was shut, Maceo pushed her up against it and kissed her. She responded to his lips but then gently pushed him away. ‘Maceo…I don’t think this appropriate at work.’

  Mace grinned good-naturedly and steered her to the couch. ‘Fair enough…although, seeing you in that dress, damn…’ He leaned across to nuzzle her neck, and she couldn’t resist the feel of his lips on her throat. ‘I want to be inside you, Ori…’

  Her moan of desire gave her away, and in one movement, she was under him. Mace pushed the skirt of her dress up as she fumbled with his fly and in seconds, he was thrusting into her. It was a quick, hard, dirty fuck which left them both laughing and panting for air.

  As she tidied herself up afterward, feeling his cum start to trail down her thigh, she rammed her legs together and gave him a disapproving look. ‘You just broke all my rules.’

  Maceo was grinning, unrepentant. ‘Bella, you have this effect on me. I cannot help how I feel. Now,’ he sat down behind his desk and pulled her down onto his lap, ‘tomorrow you and I fly to Paris. I have meetings set up for us all day at the George V. Potential new clients, all of them. Then the next day, we will scout some Parisian artists. My friend Benoit is already looking forward to seeing you again.’

  Maceo, Ori was discovering, worked at breakneck speed. ‘Paris? Tomorrow?’

  Maceo grinned. ‘I told you this would be an exciting opportunity. We fly at ten a.m.’

  Ori stepped out onto the balcony of their hotel suite. Paris, its lights twinkling in the dusk, stretched out before her. She breathed in the cool night air, listened to the sounds of the traffic drifting up from the streets below. They had been here for two days, and it had been a dream. Meeting prospective clients had been nerve-wracking, but she found Maceo could charm anyone. He was aware of her nerves and guided her through the meetings, giving her tips on what the clients liked, what they expect and soon she was finding her footing. They had dinner with a couple of Maceo’s oldest and most loyal customers, and then Maceo had taken her back to their suite and fucked her brains out all night long. Ori laughed to herself now. She couldn’t de
scribe it any other way. Maceo, his grin broad and confident, had taken her on the floor, against the wall, in the shower - even, when the night was darkest, out here on the balcony, muffling her cries of pleasure with his hand, so they didn’t draw attention to themselves. She shivered now, reliving the pleasure of his cock driving into her, his strong hands on her body.

  She started as he slid his arms around her waist now, kissing her ear, her neck, her shoulder.

  ‘Mio caro,’ he whispered, his fingers splaying out on her belly, warming her skin through her thin cotton dress, ‘don’t turn around.’

  Ori felt him ease her legs apart and lift her skirt from behind. She gazed out at the night as he slid gently into her and then she sighed as he began to move, one hand cupping her throat, his lips on her neck; the other hand finding her clit and kneading and rubbing until she was shuddering. She knew instinctively that this was not the time for screaming, but a slow, sensually journey to ecstasy.

  She shivered through one, two, three orgasms as he murmured what he’d like to do to her and she felt him stiffen before hot semen pumped deep into her belly. She leaned back into his big strong frame, breathing hard. Maceo kissed her cheek. ‘Are you okay?’

  Ori laughed. ‘God, Maceo, how can you even ask? You’re amazing.’

  ‘As are you, mio caro. Come, let’s sit a while; we still have time before we have to change for dinner.’

  They were going out to eat with Maceo’s friend Benoit and a date, and Ori was nervous and excited to finally see another part of Maceo’s life.

  Maceo lit a cigarette and gazed at her. ‘Caro…would you do something for me?’

  ‘Of course.’

  He leaned forward. ‘Would you strip for me?’

  Ori was taken aback but smiled. ‘If you’d like.’

  She stood and slowly peeled her dress off, followed by her bra and panties, and stood before him. Maceo ran his eyes slowly over her body. ‘You are perfect, do you know that?’