Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  We found a small spot of even ground, covered in clover, just a ways from the road. The moonlight lit up the small empty patch of ground.

  Rex had already yanked off his leather vest and shirt. His barrel chest rippled with muscle on top of muscle. I could still remember the last time we were together like this.

  “Maybe I should handcuff you to the tree,” he said.

  I strode over to a nearby tree and leaned against it.

  “Like this?” I said.

  He came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist. His strong grasp made me pause. Then he hooked his fingers into my jeans and slid them down over my long legs. He planted a quick kiss on my thighs from behind, and I let out a small moan.

  I was so turned on that I could feel myself dripping down my leg. I heard him unfasten his belt and his pants drop to the forest floor. The mystery just served to turn me on more. I waited with bated breath for his touch.

  Then I felt his throbbing member rub along my slit. One of his hands stroked along my back, moving slowly up before grabbing my hair. He tugged my head back by my hair, causing my back to arch more.

  Then I felt him press himself into me. That forgotten but familiar feeling of his massive manhood forcing its way into my dripping wet sex overtook me. I let out a gasp as he shoved himself in with almost no regard.

  A twinge of pain shot through me but then quickly subsided. I continued to pant and moan in the darkness as he started pounding. The more I moaned, the more turned on he became, and the harder he would pound.

  I held on to the tree to stay upright. My legs had almost no life left in them. He put his hands on my hips and held me up himself as he continued to grind. I lost myself in the moment, the sensations overtaking my body.

  For the first time in years, I felt alive again. With every thrust I begged for more, trying to sate a hunger that hadn’t been fed for a long while.

  That old feeling started to well up in the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t felt it since the last time I was with Rex. It just kept building and building until finally I couldn’t hold back anymore. I felt the strongest release I had felt since I’d first lain with a man.

  Every muscle in my body tensed and relaxed at the same time. I quivered from exhaustion, but Rex wasn’t done. He threw me down into the clover on the ground and continued his onslaught.

  I felt dead to the world, and parts of me were numb. Then Rex exploded inside me, filling me up more than he already had. I welcomed it.

  Then he joined me on the clover, feeling just as dead as I did.

  “Thanks, Rex,” I managed to say.

  He grunted.

  “For saving my life,” I added.

  He threw his arm over me, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I was in the right place.

  8.

  I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. It wasn’t my phone; I was sure of that. No, it was the phone the two officers had had on them.

  I didn’t answer.

  But after it stopped ringing, it immediately began again. I considered turning the thing off so it wouldn’t bother me. I knew who would be on the other side. Still, I wanted to tell him where to shove it.

  I answered the phone.

  “Hello,” I said confidently.

  “So you did get rid of my two good officers,” said Mr. Novak over the phone.

  “It wasn’t me, but I was there when it happened. And trust me, he would do the same to you if you were there,” I said.

  “Oh, would he?” he asked.

  “He would,” I replied.

  “Then why don’t you have him come out and prove it?” he said.

  “Why would we drive all the way back to the city for him to beat you up? I’m just here to tell you to stay away. I won’t go to the cops, and you won’t get your money back,” I said.

  “Well, that’s too bad,” he said over the phone. “Because I’m right here.”

  I heard him nearby, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked around and saw him standing by a tree. Then I saw the rest of his gang start to file out.

  I quickly covered myself up, while Rex lay naked in the clover, snoring.

  “How did you find us?” I asked.

  He pointed at the phone.

  “If you need to, you can find any phone anywhere in the world. It helps when you have a few cops in your pocket who can take care of that for you,” he said.

  I smacked Rex alongside his head, and he just rolled over.

  “Heavy sleeper, it seems,” Mr. Novak said.

  I stood up and pulled the gun out of my jeans.

  “I don’t think you’ll need that,” he said.

  A couple of guys I recognized from the other day stepped out from behind the trees, brandishing much bigger guns. I dropped my small pistol to the ground.

  “Is this the guy who’s supposed to beat me to a bloody pulp?” Mr. Novak asked.

  I nodded.

  He pulled a pistol out and shot Rex in the arm.

  Rex stirred and snapped awake. At least a bullet was able to wake him up.

  “Geez, Celia, I’m awake. You didn’t have to shoot me,” Rex said.

  Mr. Novak laughed. I wanted to laugh, but my sense of humor was lost in the moment.

  “Rex, this is the guy who sent those cops after me,” I said.

  Rex pulled on his jeans.

  “He don’t look so tough. I bet you could probably beat him up,” Rex said.

  Mr. Novak stopped laughing.

  “You think this bitch could even lay a hand on me?” he said.

  “No. I’m saying she’d knock you out,” Rex replied.

  Rex’s arm was bleeding pretty badly, but he didn’t seem to care. He just grabbed his shirt from the other night, ripped it up, and tied it around the wound.

  “I’ve had enough of this,” said Mr. Novak. “Get rid of them.”

  The thugs took their aim only to be smashed upside the head with clubs and tire irons; the rest of the motorcycle club was here.

  “Thanks, boys. I was wondering when you’d finally show up,” Rex said, pulling on his vest.

  Rex stomped his way over toward Mr. Novak. They were both hulking men. Rex was more barrel chested, but Mr. Novak was a little taller with more chiseled muscles.

  “I hear you tried to have my girl killed,” Rex said.

  “Loose ends need tying up,” he said.

  They stood toe to toe, neither of them wanting to back down or show any sign of weakness. I knew Rex; he didn’t have an ounce of weakness in him, and he didn’t bow down to anyone.

  “You wanna know what the worst thing is?” Rex asked, but he wasn’t looking for an answer. “Waking up to a gunshot wound.”

  Rex reached out and grabbed the gun from Mr. Novak. The two wrestled with it for a brief moment, but Rex was clearly stronger. I wanted to cheer on Rex and see him wipe the smile from Mr. Novak’s face for good.

  “What should I do with this guy, Celia? It’s my wedding present to you,” he offered.

  I thought about it for a second. I wanted him to do nothing what he did to the cops the other night. I wanted to find my friend Jimmy and dig a grave right next to him to plant Mr. Novak in. I wanted to have Rex squeeze him until all of his bones snapped.

  Most of all, I just wanted to feel safe. And I did feel safe as long as Rex was nearby.

  I walked up to Mr. Novak.

  “What is your life worth to you?” I asked.

  “Everything,” he replied.

  I laughed.

  “Yeah? And how much is everything?” I asked.

  He pulled a small black book from his chest pocket.

  “This has all my bank codes and passwords. It’s worth almost ten million if you let me go,” he said.

  I snatched the book from his hand and started thumbing through it. It was just a bunch of numbers and passwords, but it looked real enough.

  “So I get to leave,” Mr. Novak said.

  “Sure,” I said. “I’ll let you go.”
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br />   He let out a sigh of relief.

  “To prison,” I added.

  Rex was a good man, and I knew what he wanted to do.

  “Only downside is you didn’t bargain for what you’ll look like when you get there,” I said.

  Rex knew what I meant. He threw a punch that would’ve splintered a tree square into Mr. Novak’s stomach. The man fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of him.

  But, in desperation, he threw a quick jab, trying his best to strike Rex. Rex easily blocked the blow and delivered a kick to Mr. Novak’s chest. Running on pure adrenaline, Mr. Novak tackled Rex to the ground. He threw punch after punch as hard as he could, but the punches didn’t seem to faze Rex in the slightest.

  Rex just stood up and picked the man up by the collar, only to deliver a blow square to the side of Mr. Novak’s face. It was brutal to watch. They two of them kept at it for a while.

  Before long, Mr. Novak was bloodied and beaten. His strength had been bested easily by the only person who knew how to make me happy. I was seeing, again, the reason why I had always been so close to him in my youth.

  Good people were hard to find, so sometimes you found a bad one who knew just what you need.

  I tucked the book into my pocket and made my way toward the road. Rex seemed to be enjoying himself with his punching bag. After about five minutes of Mr. Novak taking a beating, I saw one of the club members come out with a length of rope tied around his torso.

  The group dragged him back to the motorcycles and tied the other end of the rope to the bike.

  I gave Rex a kiss on the cheek as he rode off down the street with Mr. Novak in tow.

  Unfortunately, the ride didn’t last as long as I would had hoped.

  9.

  “Celia Murphy?” chimed the voice of the officer.

  I stood up and walked over to the holding cell bars.

  “You’re free to go,” he said.

  I walked out to the lobby of the police station. A good portion of the club was there waiting, but not Rex.

  “Celia Murphy,” said the old woman behind the desk, “your marriage license is in order. Here’s your certificate.”

  I laughed at how droll she made the whole proceeding sound. If Rex were here to see this, he’d probably laugh about it too. I was his now and forever.

  “Will Rex be out soon?” I asked.

  The officer who had led me out was sitting at the front desk. He looked at me in disbelief.

  “You do know we caught him dragging a man behind a motorcycle down Main Street at highway speeds, right? I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up locked up for the rest of his life.”

  “Naw. He’ll get out. He always does,” I said.

  I was contacted later that day by drug enforcement officers. The information I had and the bodies I’d left were more than enough to convince them that I had just been fighting for my life.

  It took a while, but I finally managed to convince them to let Rex go. Mr. Novak had survived and was in critical care at the local hospital. I felt completely free of my dumb mistake.

  In the end, I felt sorry for my friend Jimmy who got stuck in a mess he couldn’t dig himself out of. But, some good did come from the whole situation. I got my man back.

  We saddled up outside the police station, and I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “You know, we’re married now,” I said.

  “I think I want a divorce,” Rex replied. “You’re just too much trouble.”

  We both laughed, and everything felt right. As we drove down the open road, as I had so many years ago, I felt free.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – He’s the Boss

  Carl Johnson screamed as he looked below him and realized how small everyone looked. He was hanging by his ankles from scaffolding around a half-built apartment block in downtown Los Angeles.

  “It's around a hundred yards to the ground. Don't do it, Carl. Don't do it to the poor emergency services. They've got better things to do than scrape pieces of you from the sidewalk,” Ryan said. “Now, I'm going to ask you one more time about the contract. Who gets first refusal?”

  Carl closed his eyes and prayed that the two enormous men holding him wouldn't suddenly take even more of a dislike to him and let go. He had a wife, three kids, and a new grandchild that he absolutely adored. “Put me down, Ryan. This isn't the way we do business. You're not a murderer.”

  Brave guy, Ryan thought. “There's a first time for everything, Carl. You promised to sell this place to me once it was finished. Now that someone has made you a better offer, you've gone back on your word. That's not nice.” Ryan nodded to one of the men, and he let go of Carl's left leg.

  “Jesus,” Carl screamed. He was now hanging by his right leg, and the man holding him was beginning to breathe hard. “Okay, Okay. It's yours. Please pull me up.”

  “Pull him in,” Ryan ordered. The two men heaved him back over the rail and threw him into the building. Ryan stood over him and noticed he'd wet himself. “Don't do that again, Carl. I hate heights,” Ryan said.

  The building was still very much a shell, and the only way down was the constructor's lift, down the outside of the building. The door was made of mesh, and as they descended the wind whistled around them.

  Down on the sidewalk, Ryan felt in his jacket for his cell phone. It seemed like it was the hundredth text he'd received that morning. Cindy again, he said to himself. When would she leave him alone? He'd made it perfectly clear to her he only wanted to fool around, not get into a long-term relationship. Most women understood what he wanted, but not Cindy. She'd just lost her husband to a heart attack, and maybe he shouldn't have taken her to bed while she was in such a fragile state. He'd seen her across the room at an art exhibition given by one of his clients in San Francisco. Her beauty and vulnerability had turned him on. In her state, she hadn't taken much persuading to come to his hotel room. She'd needed a shoulder to cry on, a man to love her and tell her she would feel better soon. But he didn't want her, and she'd have to be told to stop contacting him.

  “Where to, boss?” the chauffeur asked. He'd been waiting in the Rolls Royce since dropping Ryan off to do his dirty business with Carl.

  “The Towers,” Ryan replied. The Towers referred to Mathewson Towers, a huge office block in LA that Ryan owned. His company occupied the top three floors of the ninety-eight-floor building. The rest was a hotel and offices. “I've got a radio interview at two,” he added.

  A bit later, once Ryan was up in the Towers, his sixty-year-old secretary entered his office.

  “Hi, Mr. Jacobson. Kelly Cruz is here. I put her in the boardroom,” Steffi said.

  “Thanks, Steffi. Do I look okay?” he asked.

  “As handsome as ever,” she said.

  “You're a great liar,” he added. Steffi was his backbone, the woman who organized his days, looked after all his correspondence, and made sure his thousand-dollar suits came back from the dry cleaners on time. But disaster had struck: she'd decided to retire. She was the one employee he knew he couldn't do without. He'd offered her a huge increase in salary, even offered to pay off the tiny bit of mortgage she and her husband still had on their detached house. But tired after years in the stressful environment Ryan adored, she wasn't to be swayed.

  Why the hell he'd agreed to do an interview for a radio show he had no idea; it wasn't his thing. He hated the media. He was a real estate guy, a developer, someone who had to make unpopular decisions in the name of making money. The media was always on his case. He knew what he was; he didn't need telling every day.

  The boardroom was the most luxurious room in the whole building. When Ryan entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised. Kelly looked just like her photos. When she'd sent an e-mail requesting an interview, Steffi had shown him a photo of her on the Capital Radio website, and he'd immediately said yes to her request.

  “Kelly, hi. Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand.<
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  “Mr. Jacobson, thanks for agreeing to the interview.”

  “You're the first ever.”

  “Interview?”

  “Yes. I don't like the media much.”

  “Well, I hope you like us,” she said with a smile.

  She was Ryan's type: a glitzy blonde dressed in a business suit and heels. “I'm sure I will.”

  “Shall we just start? If you want to stop at any time, just hold up your hand and I'll halt the recording.”

  “Sure. Go right ahead,” he said, taking a looking at her breasts as she reached behind her to pick up the microphone. She put it on the highly polished table and cleared her throat.

  “Today we're in downtown LA with real estate mogul Ryan Jacobson. Thank you for agreeing to see us, Mr. Jacobson.”

  “My pleasure, Kelly.” He took a look down at her bronzed legs and wondered how she got them so smooth looking.

  “A lot of people know you as the secretive billionaire businessman. Perhaps you would tell us how you got started.”

  “Sure. Well, I went to construction college and learned how to build, and then I worked for a real tough guy called Jake Inchmore as a young apprentice. He clipped my ears a few times, I can tell you. I learned a lot from him.”

  “And when did you start your own business?”

  “As soon as I knew what I was doing. I was very grateful to Jake for teaching me all he knew. You know, the day I told him I was leaving to set up my own company, I was terrified of what he'd do to me, but he was really supportive and pleased I had some entrepreneurial spirit.”

  “You certainly do.”

  “The company you have built has seen a good amount of controversy, hasn't it?”

  “In what way?” he asked.

  “Well, your core business is buying apartment buildings, doing some refurbishing and increasing the rents drastically. There have been a number of high-profile cases where your company has evicted old people and families with young kids—people who couldn't pay the new rents.”

  “I knew it. I fucking well knew it. I'm the dumbest businessman in this whole godforsaken city. I thought you were different; that's why I invited you here. But you're just the same as all the others. Now get the hell out of my office.” Ryan swiped his arms over the table and knocked the microphone onto the floor.