Big Bad Billionaires [Volume 2]

by Naughty Aphrodite

  “Yeah, I figured that. Hold still. This’ll sting.”

  He gave her a quizzical look before wincing at the alcohol she’d put on his cheek.

  “I warned you,” she said with a slight chuckle.

  “It’s true, you did,” he admitted. “But, how did you figure it out?”

  “Figure what out?”

  “That I wasn’t much of a fighter? I’ve been trying to play up my macho bad boy side all week with you.”

  Leah gave a little smirk as her silent suspicions were confirmed.

  “I noticed that too,” she said. “But, most fighters wouldn’t put up with their brother telling them what not to say.”

  A pink blush came into his cheeks again.

  “I told you why I did that,” he said

  “I know you did,” Leah answered. “But, someone who liked to fight would still push back against something like that. No matter who was pulling the strings.”

  Leah’s eyes glanced from Brent’s cut over to his face, hoping to gauge his reaction to what she’d said. To her surprise, he was giving her that flirty smile that made her stomach flip.

  “So, you think I’m more of a lover than a fighter, huh?” he asked moving his hand up to touch hers as she continued to dab at his cheek. Now it was her turn to give him a flirty smile.

  “I’d say you’ve definitely proven that this week,” she said.

  “Wouldn’t mind being able to prove it again,” he whispered his lips, once more just above hers.

  “I guess I wouldn’t mind either,” she said. The words had barely left her mouth before Brent leaned down and moved his lips gently over hers.

  This kiss was soft and slow. Very different from the desperate, passionate kisses they’d shared at the country club.

  He moved her hand away from his cheek and gently pushed her down onto the sofa so that his body was covering hers.

  She felt the warmth of his body as she moved her hands against his back. It wasn’t until she reached beneath his untucked shirt and felt the warmth of his skin against her hands that she realized, despite all their fumbling, fast and passionate moments together, she had never felt his body fully against hers.

  “You know,” Brent said, lifting his lips from her collar bone, “I just realized, I’ve never seen you fully naked.”

  “I was thinking the same about you.”

  “Well,” he said, his hands moving to the straps of her shimmering evening gown. “Don’t you think we should change that?”

  Before she could answer, he pulled the straps of her dress down and off her shoulders, revealing the top of her breasts which he kissed gently in turn.

  She lifted her body to allow him to continue slipping her dress down and off her body. Soon, she was left on the couch in nothing but her matching, strapless bra and her underwear.

  “God, Leah, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered as he reached behind her to unhook her bra. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this since the first night I met you.”

  Leah felt a reply on her lips. Something about the feeling being entirely mutual. Before she could voice it, however, she let out a gasp as the cold air of the room hit her bare breast and was almost immediately replaced by Brent’s warm mouth.

  The heat of his tongue paid homage to one nipple and then the other as her hands moved from his back to nestle in his thick dark hair.

  When he had finished with her breasts, his lips moved down her stomach, his hands roaming the sides of her bare legs. Leah felt a surge rush through her body when she imagined the place that beautiful mouth of his would go next.

  Brent stopped just above her underwear. Through lidded eyes, she saw him give her a sensual smile before hooking his fingers in her panties and pulling them down around her ankles.

  “Oh fuck!”

  She cried out to the room as his mouth licked at her desire. Her hands became fists in his hair, pulling at it as she urged him deeper into her pussy. She writhed and twisted as his tongue expertly lapped her juices, playing her body like a virtuoso playing his instrument.

  She arched her back as she gave one final cry into the room. When she did, he lifted his head and looked at her with a cocky smile on his lips. Determined to wipe that smug expression off, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a desperate, passionate kiss.

  As his tongue, still filled with the juices from her release swirled inside her mouth, her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt.

  “My turn now,” she whispered into his ear as she pushed herself up from her position lying down on the couch. Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each new patch of smooth, muscled, tan skin that she revealed.

  Brent finally shrugged out of his shirt and Leah pressed herself against his bare chest wrapping her arms around him. The feel of his warm, strong body against her bare skin was better than any quick, dirty hand job she could ever have imagined.

  Lips still pressed together, the two of them soon made quick work of his slacks and boxers. Before she knew it, Brent was pressing her against the couch, his tan, muscled legs tangled with hers. His hands fisting in her hair. Nothing between them. No clothes, no interview and no slick-talking agent.

  Everything had been laid bare. There were no secrets now.

  Tonight, Brent kissed her gently before sliding inside of her. Tonight, it felt different. Like it was the first time it had happened. Leah supposed it was the first time their lovemaking had felt real.

  There was no rush for either of them and it seemed to last forever and only moments at the same time. When she finally released her last cry to the room, mingling with his sighs that came just after, a sense of freedom filled her.

  Brent rolled over and gathered her into his strong, warm arms as Leah tried, as best she could, to get her breathing under control. They stayed spooned together for a long while. Not speaking and hardly breathing at all.

  Finally, Brent broke the silence.

  “So, do you think this part will make it into your article?” he asked.

  Leah couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. Less at the idea of their night together being tossed all over the paper, and more at the feeling of relief she finally felt.

  “I think this part’ll be off the record,” she said.

  “I can give you one final quote for the record if you want,” he said. Curious, she turned around in his arms and faced him.

  “What quote is that?” she asked.

  “You can say that I’ll be spending a lot more time in St. Augustine from now on,” he said mischievously.

  “And why is that?” she asked. She knew what she wanted the answer to be and dreaded it at the same time. His blue eyes looked into hers with all the sincerity she had seen on the first night she met him. He lifted one hand to push a stray hand of hair behind her ear.

  “Because I’m in love with a woman who lives here,” he said gently. Leah felt her heart speed up while a wide grin spread across her face.

  “Well then,” she said. “For the record, that woman loves you too.”

  As he leaned in to kiss her again, Leah couldn’t help but feel that the record had never been so satisfying.

  THE END

  Billionaire In Disguise (Part 1)

  Chapter 1

  Norman slammed his McLaren P1 into gear and swung the steering wheel, adrenaline coursed through his body as he took the corner too quickly and his tyres squealed in protest. He straightened the car and pressed down hard on the accelerator, the road was long and straight in front of him now and he could allow his thoughts to take over. Damn it all! Why was he always such a mug?

  Just yesterday his life, on the surface at least, had been pretty near perfect. His real estate business was doing so well that he’d been named on the Forbes billionaire list for the 3rd year in a row.

  “Christ!” He growled as he drew his attention back to the road to narrowly avoid a deer running across.

  A whirlwind few weeks of meetings, corporate events, and business di
nners had given him virtually no chance to relax or spend time with his girlfriend Celine. When his business partner Mark had canceled their 11am meeting yesterday, he had jumped at the chance to take the day off.

  “I’ll surprise Celine,” he’d said to his secretary. “I’m going to take the day off and see if she wants to go to that fancy restaurant that she likes.”

  He shook his head. “What a grade A idiot” he exclaimed to the empty car.

  Pulling up at his house, the cars outside had suggested that Celine had guests, no doubt her little entourage of friends. As a busy model, she liked to take every opportunity to spend time relaxing by the pool with her inner sanctum, other models, actresses and occasionally a couple of famous singers.

  He made his way into the hall, stopping for a moment to check the mirror and relax in the cool interior. The whole house had recently been upgraded to Celine’s rather exacting specifications. The marble on the hall floor had been flown in from Italy. Hand-mined by dwarves straight out of Lord of the Rings judging by the cost of it. Still it and the top of the range air conditioning provided a welcome relief from the baking summer sun. Personally, he’d preferred the original oak paneling. It had a simple old world charm about it that Norman had found homely. Besides, surely the whole point of buying a castle was for it to actually look like one. Still Celine always had a way of getting what she wanted.

  The living room had been similarly decorated with Italian marble and lavish velvet soft furnishings, which Celine had assured him, were exactly like the ones she had seen at Jay Z’s house when she’d been to a party there. When he’d admitted he wasn’t entirely sure who Jay Z was she’d sneered before patting him on the head.

  “Well, never mind darling. I suppose you don’t really need to know. Just take my word for it.”

  Then she’d turned her back on him and carried on discussing the fine detail of pure silk throw cushions with the ludicrously expensive interior designer who she’d insisted upon. Apparently he did all Elton John’s interior design.

  He’d moved through the lounge and closer towards the French doors, following the soft murmur of conversation and laughter outside. He paused for a second just behind one of the curtains assessing the scene. Several models had been lying around the pool in various stages of undress.

  Even now, lost deep in his anger he couldn’t avoid a little grin. How was this his life? Never in his wild dreams as a teenage boy, growing up in an average house, with a real estate agent father and stay at home mom, had he ever thought he’d be coming home to a backyard full of beautiful women in their bikinis. Well, it would no doubt be a long time before that happened again.

  Trying to make sure he still kept at least some of his concentration on the road, Norman carried on his thoughts of yesterday. He’d been about to make his presence known when he’d heard the start of a conversation. Not really one for eavesdropping, something about the tone had made him stop to listen some more.

  “How’s it going with good old Norm, Celine?” One of the models had giggled. He couldn’t remember her name, Candice or Cadence or something. Cadence, yes, that was it.

  “Oh you know, as interesting as life with a guy in real estate can be. Thank goodness he’s been so busy these last few weeks. I haven’t had to feign interest in his conversations. Do you know he didn’t even know who the Kardashians were? He asked if they were related to some lawyer dude!” There had been giggles all around the pool at that.

  “Seriously”. Cadence had asked. “How do you even put up with him? He sounds like such a bore.”

  Celine had leaned forward and slightly stroked her friend on the shoulder.

  “Nah... let's just say the golden credit card sometimes come with the unavoidable attachment. But don’t worry, darling. We’ll get you on the yacht circuit this season and you can bag yourself a billionaire bore too”.

  Unavoidable attachment? A billionaire bore? That was how she thought of him? Maybe not a bore but definitely a mug. Could it be really true that she was with him just for the money? He’d had his suspicions at the start of the relationship but for some reason, he’d truly believed that she had come to love him. Just like he had her. Did she fake her love the whole time? He couldn’t believe his ears – this was the real Celine he has not yet had the chance to meet.

  Unable to listen to any more, he’d stepped through the doors and onto the patio.

  “Ladies!” There had been a stunned silence as they all turned to look at him and realized he must have heard everything.

  “As lovely a day as it is, I think this little tete a tete is over and it’s time you took this little pool party elsewhere.”

  He’d stood hard as granite as Celine weaved her way over to him.

  “Darling! What a surprise. Is everything ok? I hadn’t expected you back so early.”

  “Clearly...” He had shrugged off her arm and inched further away from her. “Celine, if you could see your friends out. I think we need to talk. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.”

  The thought still making him steam with anger, Norman realized that he was grinding his teeth as he went over it again. What a bitch she had turned out to be. The argument that followed had to go down as one of the worst of his life. She’d feigned innocence at first, blaming her friends, saying it was all for show and of course she loved him. Then she’d grown hysterical and mean. He was a bore, a nobody until he’d met her. She’d given him street cred, a reason for other people to want to be friends with him. Did he honestly think people would have come to his boring open houses if it wasn’t for her and her friends? He’d snorted bitterly.

  “Well, as you have proven, I’m a billionaire which clearly means I’ll never be short of scroungers and lowlifes hanging around me just because I’m rich.”

  She’d slapped him then.

  “You bastard! I’ll ruin you. You’ll never sell a stupid house again and you’ll grow old poor and alone.”

  He smiled bitterly now at the thought. Just another example of how little she’d actually known or cared about him. It had been a long time since he’d had to sell a house. He had offices all around the world with people who did that for him. Not that they actually sold many houses either, unless you counted medieval castles in Europe as houses. Now it was mainly New York skyscrapers or hotel complexes and even the occasional remote island. His customers consisted of the American elite, Russian oligarchs, and European royalty. No, it had been a long time since he’d really had to sell anything.

  ***

  Shrugging out of his musings Norman brought himself back to reality. He should really stop and find out where the hell he was. Perhaps find somewhere to replenish his water. He rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to rid himself of a headache just between his eyes. After the argument, he’d thrown Celine out and then decided he needed to clear his head with a drive. The rest of the things was blur: He’d woken up just a few hours ago in a strange hotel room and a couple of empty whiskey bottles by the bed. Judging by his headache and dry mouth he’d obviously drunk both by himself.

  Having nothing with him but the clothes he’d been wearing yesterday, he’d drank as much water as he could before checking out and hitting the road again. He’d no idea how long he’d been driving for now. He checked the clock on the dashboard; it was 3pm. Damn, he’d been driving for hours, and was who knows where. He definitely needed to stop and work out what to do next. He slowed down as he went past a sign.

  Cahill Farm

  Help Wanted.

  Pulling the car to a stop, he checked behind him and saw nothing but an empty road. It was the same in front so he spun the car around and then pulled into a dirt road that obviously lead to the farm. It seemed like as good a place as any to stop. He’d go down to the farm, see if anybody was around and could give him a rough idea of the way home. There was something, though, giving him pause. His eyes kept going back to the Help Wanted part of the sign. Maybe this was his chance for a break.

  The chance to
spend a few weeks as just a normal guy again. No business meetings, no late night corporate dinners and definitely no model girlfriends. Could he? It had been such a long time since he’d taken any holiday and Mark could handle things for a few weeks without him. What was the worst that could happen? The more wary and fanciful part of his brain had answered. It could be home to a family of inbred cannibals who knock you out, torture you and then eat you. You’ll never be seen again. People will always be wondering about the billionaire bore and what happened to him. Deciding the chances of that were slim Norman started his car again and made his way down the pot-holed road.

  Chapter 2