Big Bad Billionaires [Volume 2]

by Naughty Aphrodite

  A square full of people, flashing screens; one of the most recognizable places in the globe. “It’s the Times Square. You brought me to the Times Square?” I can’t see myself, but I know I’m beaming with excitement.

  Adam nods but doesn’t say a thing. He looks anxious to get off the taxi, mostly because there are so many things to see at the Times Square. The place where Broadway meets the 7th Avenue, one of the most surreal places of the city, the Time Square is waiting for us to explore it.

  We stop and Adam, despite my opposition, pays the fee himself.

  “You shouldn’t have paid the whole sum,” I say to him as soon as we’re off the car.

  “I know. But I wanted to. A woman like you deserves a gift, even from a stranger like me.”

  I blush again. Shit, he’s such a gentleman. He’s doing everything in his power to make me fall for him. And no matter how hard I try, I don’t think I can resist. The square is drowning from people; tourists, people passing by, performers, every kind of human is here, all to stare at the shining screens flashing everywhere around.

  They are all taking photos up and down, many are cheering from joy, and others walk hand by hand, searching for a way out. It wasn’t in my plan to visit Times Square by night, not after what my ex promised to me, but I’m glad that Adam did it for me.

  “It’s amazing,” I yell, trying to be heard.

  “I know,” he yells back. “I didn’t expect so much noise here, though.”

  It’s a rush hour and except for the people walking around the square, countless cars are also driving around, honking at each other. It’s a miracle how no accidents happen at this time. New York is a jungle, but it’s the most beautiful, chaotic jungle of the world.

  Adam seems to think the same until it’s the time for him to fulfill his promise. He has to tell me about his past now that we’re here. I have to know so that I can demystify him. He’s just a man; he must be.

  I get closer to him and wait. He takes his time until my ears have gotten used to the never-ending bustle of the city. Out of nowhere, he shakes his head and starts talking.

  “My story is...different than yours. My girlfriend didn’t cheat on me. On the contrary, she was very loyal. We were pretty happy together. Until she...” he speaks slowly, lowering his head, tangling his fingers; he raises his eyes and looks at me deep in the eyes: “...until she passed away.”

  Chapter 5

  “I... I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” I want to run away as far as possible. Did I just make him speak about his late girlfriend? What kind of human am I?

  “It’s okay. It has been a year now. In fact, it has been exactly a year today.”

  I cup my mouth with both my hands. Is it the anniversary of the death of his girlfriend? And he decided to spend it with me?

  “Uh...why?” it’s the only thing that I can say.

  “Why am I here? Well...it was her dream to travel to New York one day. She wanted to visit Broadway, the Empire State Building, and have a hot dog at Times Square. Everything people do in the movies. She wanted to feel like a celebrity. But life wasn’t fair to her.”

  He’s trailing away again. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to bring him back, though. Still, I can’t turn away now. It’s him pouring his heart, and like he did for me before, I should accept it.

  “How...I mean...sorry. I’m not good at these things,” I say.

  He smiles at me. “Don’t worry. I understand. It must be awkward, hearing a total stranger talking about his late girlfriend. How did she pass away? Lauren was suffering from leukemia for many years. Last year, she lost the battle at the age of 26. We have been together for three years before that.”

  The longer he talks, the worst I feel. I was such a mess just because an asshole cheated on me, and he had to carry that weight on him this whole time? I can’t believe it. “I’m sorry; I feel so bad,” I suddenly say.

  “You shouldn’t,” he quickly replies. “It’s not your fault she passed away. She couldn’t have done anything. I couldn’t have done anything. It was the way things turned out.”

  Adam looks sad but in a mature way. Being here must be more of a pain than joy. And yet, throughout the day we laughed at each other’s jokes, we took many photos, we kept on living. How...how is he able to do that so easily when I can’t just go on one hour without thinking what Ray did to me?

  “I’m sorry, Adam. It was inappropriate of me to make you talk about your past.”

  That moment, Adam puts his hands on my face and raises it. “I told you again. I don’t want you to apologize. It’s not your luggage to carry.”

  He is shaking; his lips are quivering. Adam is breaking heavily. I have to do something to bring him back, to make him snap out of it. Our faces are so close together that I can feel his breath on my face. His eyes are burning; he is panting.

  I want to kiss him. One little push, and I can kiss him. My body is aching with the lust for his lips, for his eyes to continue burning me the way they do now. But I can’t move. I can’t...move.

  I pull away from him. “I’m sorry, Adam, but I think I want to return to the hotel. Is that okay with you?”

  He doesn’t talk. We’re in the middle of Times Square, in the middle of the city where dreams come true, and we’re stuck in our nightmares. I can’t kiss him because I’m afraid he’ll hurt me too. I can’t kiss him because I’m afraid that I’ll want to kiss him again, and again, all the way for the rest of our lives.

  We walk away from the crowded square and straight into one of the yellow taxis. It takes us a minute to each take our seat, but like before, we’re sitting too far away from each other. I stretch my hand, searching for a way to hold myself up. Adam is sweet, charming, with a hot body, and the brains to support it. He’s one of these guys that you check once on the subway and never forget his face.

  But, now I feel like I have flown too close to the sun.

  The driver takes a steep turn to the left, making me fall a bit to that side. It’s then that my hand touches Adam’s hand. I try to pull away, but he quickly grabs it and doesn’t let go. I turn and look at him. He’s hiding his face by staring at the bright lights of the city. However, his shadow is more than enough for me to understand.

  He is here because he needs a closure. And the more time I spend with him, all the more I want to become his closure. But there’s something inside me telling me I’ve tossed my chance away by not kissing him out there. Destiny had done so many things to bring us together only for me to blow everything away.

  And here we are, two people sharing our sorrows. Damn, I’m hopeless.

  ***

  I step into my hotel room and lean my back against the door. We haven’t shared a word with Adam, not even goodbye. I did have to be nosy about his past, didn’t I? But, the blame isn’t just on mine. He was interested in my past as well. He wanted to know why I was sulky all day. It was only reasonable for me to ask him the same question.

  But then, when our faces got really close, it was like I couldn’t breathe. I’ve never felt like that before, not with Ray, not with anyone. He’s the first man to make me feel like that and he’s haunted by the past. It’s like destiny wanted us to come together to feel even worse than we were feeling before.

  Why? Well, don’t ask me. Ask the twisted destiny.

  “Maybe a shower will make me feel better,” I mutter to myself, rubbing my neck.

  The way I move my hands around my face, a hint of his smell comes to me. A smooth draft of his comforting cologne, a blend of warmness and a familiar passion. Smelling him on my clothes shutters my defenses. I should have kissed him; I should have taken that leap of faith with him.

  Why didn’t I do it? Why wasn’t I strong enough?

  Because I was still thinking about my ex. I was still thinking about Ray and everything he has done to me. And he was drowning in his own sorrow.

  Still, we only might have today. I have to do something.

  My hand is shaking above the handle
of the door. It’s now or never. A simple knock on the door will do it. Except I have to reach to the other side. With a deep breath, I pull the door open and get out.

  In moments, I’m staring at the other side with wide open eyes; he hurled his door open at the same time I did.

  “Georgia,” he says.

  Him uttering my name sends shivers throughout my body.

  “Adam,” I mutter. We stand there, looking at each other for a minute. I open my mouth and start talking: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask you about your girlfriend. It’s just that--”

  With a simple stride, he covers the ground separating us and leans over my head.

  Then, he kisses me.

  No excuses, no holding back, his lips touch mine and our tongues start playing their sweet game. I have lost my breath but don’t want him to stop. Every muscle of my body is trembling, unable to stop.

  When he’s out of breath too, he stops. He keeps his head down, never saying anything. But now I know how he feels and it’s up to me to make him feel better.

  I stretch my hand to grab his. When I do, I start pulling him inside my room. He doesn’t resist. I close the door behind us and lead him to the bed. When there, I stop and raise my head to look at him. His eyes have a different shine this time, a warm, lusty glimpse. Adam is here for the same reason I want him to be.

  The whole world has stopped moving around us. I hear nothing else but his short breathing. I start kissing him in the space between the ears and the chest while I’m pulling up his hoodie. He has closed his eyes, enjoying the process of me undressing him.

  Then, I stretch on the tip of my toes and kiss him on the lips while I’m unbuckling his belt. A moment later, he’s in his underwear and I’m standing there, gawping at him. His abs are clearly defined, and his sparse, trimmed hair around his chest make him look even more muscular.

  His underwear is stretching but he seems unfettered by it. Due to his boxers being a tight, black pair, the size of his assets can’t be seen clearly, but soon, that won’t be a problem. I remove my clothes as well to remain just in my underwear.

  “Lie down,” I whisper to him.

  It’s the first time he opens his eyes. “Are you sure?” he says, figuring out my intentions.

  I nod.

  He slowly lies down, his legs shut. A moment later, I get on my knees and start kissing his knee, then the inside of his thighs, breaking open the gap between his legs until I’m right in front of his dick. I pull down his boxers; I catch a glimpse of him staring me.

  That’s the last time I’m holding back.

  I swallow the tip of his cock and cup his balls with my hands. He’s pretty big, making me gag sometimes, but soon I’m able to take him all in. It must have been too long since he has been with a woman because Adam starts moaning loudly, the balls moving in the ball sack.

  He isn’t holding back anymore either; he starts thrusting his manhood in and out my mouth fast. I’m using my hand to rub the shaft of his dick while my mouth is covering the tip of his red head.

  “God...don’t stop,” he says, moaning. “Please...don’t stop. I’m close,” he repeats, each time with increasing intensity. “I’m close. Yes... God... Yes, yes...I’m coming!”

  The last part is a mix of inarticulate muffling and deep moans. A thick stream of cum fills my mouth and I’m doing everything I can to swallow it. I haven’t done this for anyone before, not even for Ray. Adam is the first guy to ever make me want to satisfy him more than myself.

  When he’s over, I look at him gasping; his face is full of sweat and he seems pretty beat.

  But that’s before I notice his green eyes again. “I want you,” he says.

  I giggle, unable to hold back. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to continue, you don’t have to push yourself.”

  He’s serious, a cocky smirk flashing on his face. “Georgia, I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you now.”

  And after saying that, he helps me get up and makes me lie on the bed He helps me get off my clothes and immediately starts kissing my breasts. However, unlike my past lovers, he’s doing it softly, like he’s afraid he’ll bruise me if he goes harder.

  Every time his soft lips touch my skin, I get wetter. And that’s even before he gets to my nipples.

  “Hmm,” I mumble, moaning, unable to speak.

  His facial hair tingles me, but when he’s above my nipples, my lust for him becomes worse. I want him inside me as soon as possible and I’m trying to claim him by rubbing my naked pelvis on his erect cock. He quickly responds.

  Without even watching, he positions himself and starts pushing his dick inside me. I’m so wet that it isn’t all that too difficult for him to find his way in there. His scorching hot cock is rubbing my vulva, intruding my vagina. I can feel the walls inside me clenching him, pulling him even deeper.

  “Harder,” I mumble to him; he quickly replies to my command with an action. “Ah! God! Yes. That’s it,” I say loud.

  He’s deeply enthralled, unable to speak; he sometimes growls like a wild animal, but I’m too occupied with my own pleasure to notice. I feel him getting in and out fast, changing angles, making me feel like I’m flying to heaven.

  “I’m close,” he says again.

  In my mind, hearing him say that so fast after he has just come once feels like the most sensual thing he could have said to me. That means he wants me, that he really wants me enough to keep on going.

  I hear him moan, feel him going faster until he pulls out of me. With a stifled cry, he comes on the bed sheets next to me. For a moment, I think that this is it, but Adam never ceases to surprise me. Knowing I still haven’t had an orgasm, he returns and puts his tongue on my delicate parts.

  His tongue inside me after the most intense fuck I’ve ever had feels cool, intruding, and unbelievably intimate. I can’t hold back.

  “Hmm, yes. Go on. Yes, yes...” After that part, I don’t remember what I was saying, except that I was almost screaming in pleasure.

  The orgasm came to me fast like an explosion in my guts. It traveled to the highs and lows of my body, making me feel even closer to Adam, to his senses, his body, his thoughts.

  And in that minute of utter enjoyment, I stop thinking until I lay over his chest exhausted.

  Chapter 6

  It has been a week since I’ve returned from New York. It was a fun, relaxing trip, but somehow I feel like a grown woman now that I’m back. And I owe everything to him, the mysterious Adam, the man who vanished the same way he appeared.

  I unlock the door to my apartment and get inside. It’s ten days since the incident of the cheating ex. I take a walk around the rooms, trying to make a quick assessment of the damage, both literal and metaphorical. Everything is exactly like I’ve left it. The carpet in the living room has the same spot from the coffee I tossed at him when he was trying to explain things to me; the broken pieces of the vase his sister brought us as a present are still on the floor; the bed sheets are still full of his...mark.

  “Wow. I know he was an asshole, but this goes way too far.”

  I leave my luggage by the door and toss the keys on the stand below the hallway mirror.

  “First things first: I have to clean up this place to get rid of his filth.”

  The next couple of hours I’m moving between the rooms, wiping away the dust, putting my things in order, throwing away everything that reminds me of him. After doing the basics, I make sure I rub the coffee spot off the carpet (at least, everything that can be rubbed after so long) and change the sheets on the bed.

  I stand for a moment thinking if I should wash them first and then throw them away, or just throw them away? I remember a place close to my work where I can donate clothes and other things for the homeless and those in need.

  “Well, bed sheets aren’t much, but maybe someone else will be able to find happiness with those,” I say and take them to the washing pile.

  After that, I’m spending another hour putting th
e luggage away and when I’m done, I have a distinct feeling that I’ve forgotten something important. Simultaneously, my stomach starts growling.

  “Shit. I haven’t been to the grocery store yet,” I mutter to myself.

  I put on my coat and my favorite scarf and head outside. The cool air of the city reminds me the time Adam and I were walking on the Times Square, a week ago. A smile appears on my face. We could have had something. We could have been great.

  But, he chose his sorrow over our joy.

  After the hot night we’ve had together, I lied on him exhausted and fell asleep in mere moments. I didn’t wake up until late the next morning. I must have been pretty wasted to not hear him get up and walk out. Still, when I realized it, I thought he had just returned to his room to have a shower or something.