Billionaire Crave: A Billionaire Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “No, I am glad that you were honest with me. To live in London itself, is a feat. I know how expensive that place can be, I've stayed there many times. You are young and to already have your own business is quite refreshing. Most women I meet that are your age are either waiting for their meal ticket, or they have already married and divorced to get it. No one that I've met was there on their own talent.”

  “Well I am sure that you are around a certain type of woman.”

  “And what type of woman is that?”

  “I don't know you very well, so I wouldn't want to presume.”

  I told her that I knew she wasn't sweet and innocent, so she could presume all she wanted. I usually didn't care what people thought of me, but for some reason I cared what she did. I wanted her to see me the way I really was, but I was interested to see what she saw so far.

  “Well, I am sure that you look for women that aren't very smart, won’t challenge you, and they are most likely ten years younger than you at least. I don't think that you look for women, you most likely look for girls and that is half of your problem right there.”

  She was accurate, and I think if she would've had more time to go on, she would have delved a little deeper. The fact was that she had me pegged and the way she said it didn't make me think that she liked what she saw. I don't know why the hell I cared, I really don't. I never cared before, but I didn't like the judgment in her eyes, especially knowing that she was right.

  “That may be. Now in my defense, like I said before, I never find women like you.”

  Kristin got silent and I figured I had said too much. She wasn't like the women I knew, and it was hard for me to deal with the fact that she was acting so differently than they would. I would barely have to say a word, to get a woman in bed. All I had to do before was mention that I wanted her, and I would find the woman naked and ready for me. I didn't think that Kristin was that way at all.

  “You told me you had a boyfriend. Is he going to be a problem?”

  That got her attention and she asked me in what way he would be a problem.

  “I mean, is he going to try to put a missing person out on you or something? I just wondered what it is we should do with him.”

  That alarmed her and again she asked me what it was that I was talking about.

  “You mean like take him out?”

  I chuckled. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

  “A business man.”

  “Not that sort of business man. I was thinking more like you give him a call and tell him that a family member is sick, and you won’t see him for a while. You know, so that he doesn’t worry.”

  She looked embarrassed and that made me feel a little better.

  “No, I don’t really have any family and we live together. He isn’t going to just let that slide.”

  “We’ll think of something. It will be better that way if we don’t have to worry about police and all of that.”

  “Of course. Whatever you think is best. I don’t have a phone; can I use yours?”

  There was no way that I was going to hand over my phone, but I assured her that I would have one brought to her within the hour. The phone rang, and I got up to take it. I had business to attend to that didn’t require a secretary.

  “I have to go out for a bit. You will find everything you need or pick up the house line and dial nine. There will be someone that will come and assist you. Whatever you need.”

  “Can I leave?”

  I didn’t want to tell her no outright, but it was the answer nonetheless.

  “I would rather you stay in tonight. The city can be dangerous at night, at least until you get used to the area.”

  She agreed, but as I was leaving, it was all too clear that she wasn’t very happy with me. Once again, it shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. This chick was already getting under my skin.

  Kristin

  While the man was trying to say it nicely, the ending was the same. I was stuck here and there was nowhere that I could go. I wasn’t a prisoner, supposedly, but maybe I was. I wasn’t going to be able to leave anytime soon.

  Instead of worrying about getting out of here, I decided to look around the place instead. Even though I was in the middle of the city, surrounded by millions of people, I knew that I wasn't going to get very far if I tried to take off. Red obviously had a lot of influence, and that meant that I couldn't trust anyone that I walked up to. Most likely, they would be working for him anyways.

  So, I made my way around the large apartment and soon realized that there were several floors, not just the one I was on. It made sense from my view of the outside from before. The place was huge, and it appeared as though he lived here alone, save for several staff that I had ran into already. I found a small elevator that had several more floors to it, but when I tried to use it, it needed a code that I didn't have. I really wanted to see what was up there, but it didn't look like I was going to find out today. Red was a mystery, and it made me think that whatever was above me, would help shed light on it.

  The place was not at all what I expected. As an interior decorator, I learned a lot about a person from what they chose to present in their house. While the first couple of rooms were made up in an old Victorian style, very lush and rich looking, the rest of the house was done up in a completely different way. I think that Red payed someone to take care of the interior rooms that people would see, but the rest of the house he had decorated. I got more from those few rooms, then I did the rest of it.

  Red was into minimalism and in each room, there was only a few pieces of furniture. Each one was picked well for the space that it was in, but it would have looked bare to anyone else. There was only one or two paintings on the walls, so even the walls didn't look cluttered. It just appeared to make the place even bigger than it was, full of open space and tons of windows for lighting.

  I was standing in what I thought was his bedroom, looking around and I can't say that I liked what I found. It was clear that the man was a player, and he had a wardrobe full of women’s clothing. While I could have assumed that he was wearing them, Red didn't seem like the type. My theory was that he had so many women over, they either left the clothes there, or he had extras on hand just in case.

  My mind was stuck with the idea that he had extras in place. So then of course, my thought process went to how or even why he would need all those extra dresses and accessories for the women of his life. They obviously didn't stay long, so most likely he was just getting them something to wear for them to go home. I imagined that he ripped their clothes off in the middle of passionate love making and that was why they needed clothes to make their way home. I know it was crazy, but my mind was doing wild things. I really should get some rest.

  “I see you took a tour. I'm glad you're getting comfortable here and getting used to your surroundings.”

  His voice came out of nowhere and since I had spent the last hour or so by myself, in complete silence, he made me jump. I didn't know what to say to him for a moment, but I knew that I hadn't wanted him to catch me here.

  “I was looking at this painting. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it, you know in someone’s house.”

  Out of everything that I should have brought up, the painting in front of me was not one of them. It was of a woman that was barely dressed, only wearing just a little bit of cloth around her breast to cover her nipples and a bit on her waist to cover up the rest. The fabric that was used was pretty much see-through and the woman had such a naughty look on her face. I shouldn't have brought his attention to this, and I especially should've said that I was sitting here looking at it. But it was exactly what I was doing, and I still had trouble being a little too honest.

  “Yes, this is one of my favorites.”

  “I can see why.”

  “So, you like it?”

  I did like it. It kind of turned me on and away and I don't know why, but I wanted to be the woman in the painting. She had this look
of anticipation, like she was about to get her brains fucked out and at the moment, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. My mind was running too hard and I knew that good lovemaking would make it so that I could think again. Maybe I just had to get off, so that I could function properly. It was all Red's fault.

  “I guess so. It is... Interesting.”

  He chuckled and told me that it was more than interesting.

  “I go to bed every night looking at it.”

  A smart ass comment came to my mind almost immediately and I had to bite my tongue to not say it. I wanted to tell him that there was porn for that, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. While it was completely against my nature, I knew that it was better for Red to think that I was mild. Then maybe he would put his guard down, trust me a little faster and that would get me the hell out of here quicker. That was the objective after all.

  “I imagine that she gives you good dreams.”

  “Indeed, but the woman in my bed usually does a better job of that.”

  I could feel my face getting red and I tried to ignore how he made me feel. It was one thing to see it, but it was another all together to know that he was looking at it every night before he went to sleep. Was it possible that he was a deviant as well? And why the hell did I like the idea of that so much?

  “Well I am sorry to be in here. I didn’t realize this was your room. There are several bedrooms. Do you have a lot of guests over?”

  “At times. I don’t like to sleep with anyone, so the women find their way to one of the bedrooms when I am done.”

  “Oh.”

  What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

  “Well I will leave you alone. Thank you for saving me Red. I really appreciate it. I will go back to my own room now.”

  Truth was that I had to get the hell out of there. I didn’t want to hear about his women. He talked about them like there were so many of them and I had a feeling that there were. This guy was something else and I could see how he could get so many women to make their panties drop. It was certainly working on me and I knew far more than I should. I shouldn’t be attracted to a man like Red, not in a million years, but I was. It told me that I had to get the hell away from him before I fell in the same trap.

  I went to bed not long after I got into the room. I didn’t have anything to do, anything of my own, so I laid down and no sooner had I done so, I was asleep. I hadn’t slept well in almost two days and it hit me like a ton of bricks. The sheets were so silken and soft, that I just drifted off.

  If only my dreams were as pleasant, as the bed I laid in.

  Red

  The last place that I expected to see Kristin when I got home was in my room. More importantly, she was sitting on the edge of my bed and I really liked the look of it. I shuddered to think how many women has sat in the exact spot that she had, but I had never felt the feeling that came over me when I saw her sitting there. It was almost like she was supposed to be there. And that was just madness to even think about.

  I couldn't go to sleep right away, most likely because I was used to having a woman with me when I came home. There weren't many nights that I came home alone and if I did, I was more than likely staying up doing work. It was hard to live two lives, because half the time I didn't have time for the one that I was working on at the time.

  When I finally went to bed that night, I was looking at the painting when I started to close my eyes. I had picked it up at an auction and it was like Kristin, I didn't know why but I just liked to look at it. More than that, I’d wanted to own it, make it my property. I wanted to do the same thing to Kristin, even though I knew the price would be higher. In truth, I had already paid a much higher price for Kristin. The bad part about it was, that I couldn’t put my hands on her.

  I was close to sleep when I heard a piercing scream coming down the hallway. No one else was sleeping on this level besides me and Kristin, so it wasn’t hard to imagine who it was. It woke me up from this light drifting that I was doing, and I shot up like a rocket. It was the tone of her voice and it made me think that something was completely wrong. I didn't know what it was, but my mind went to Goff and for some reason I was afraid that he had come here to hurt her in some way. The protection that I felt for the woman was hard to deny.

  When I got into a room, she was sitting up in the bed and tears are streaming down her face. The light was on from the bathroom and it was illuminating the main bedroom a little bit. It was enough that I could see that she was scared, and she was shaking. Before I realized what I was doing, I was sitting down next to her and I had pulled her into an embrace. My hand was stroking her hair, trying to tell her that everything was going to be okay.

  We sat like that for a while, me trying to calm her down and Kristin trying to get whatever visions were in her mind, out. I don't know what it was that she saw, but I knew that it had been a lot for her to handle. Most likely she was having a dream about her time with Goff. I hated to think about what he had put her through, and I hated the idea even worse that it could have been Anna instead of her.

  “Are you okay, Kristin?”

  She pulled away from me and wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself.

  “I am sorry about this Red. I don't usually have bad dreams, but this was one that I woke up with my heart racing. I was back in the trunk again and I never want to be in that place.

  “What trunk?”

  “The one that they put me in on the plane. And then I was in the trunk when they put me in the SUV. They said it was easier to move me around that way.”

  I just shook my head and wished that she hadn't had to go through it. I knew the type of person that Goff was, and I wouldn't wish him on anyone. Sitting here, holding Kristin as she shook tremendously, only made me want to get my revenge on him and even more. I certainly wasn't going to let him retire on my money, and now I wanted him to pay for what he had done to Kristin as well. A beautiful woman like her shouldn’t be waking up in the middle of the night screaming.

  “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I can't even imagine what you went through. I am so sorry for this.”

  “Why would he take me in the first place?”

  “Because he thought you were my sister Anna, who you know about. But the fact is, I have a lot of money and sometimes I have to deal with people like him. It puts me and the rest of the people I know in danger.”

  “Is your sister okay?”

  That one question told me more about her than, I had learned with the most thorough background check. She was still shaking, her hands were in her lap, pressed together so that they wouldn't be so noticeable, and here she was, worried about my sister.

  “She's okay. They picked you up instead of her and now she is out of the country for a while.”

  “That must be hard on her. I can't imagine just picking up and leaving like that.”

  I found it ironic since she had done that very thing. Of course, she didn't have a brother like me, doing this very thing to her over and over again. Anna didn’t really have a choice either. That was what made her so mad at me.

  “She is not very happy with me right now. Let's just put it like that.”

  Kristin was starting to calm down and I got up out of the bed. It hadn't taken but a moment for me to realize that she wasn't wearing anything. I could only see the top half of her, but when she moved into my arms, her breast had pressed against me and I had gotten a better look at her thighs. I was hard, and it was awkward because I shouldn't be. This wasn't the time for that, no matter how much my body thought it was.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to leave you to get some sleep.”

  “Could you stay for a little while?”

  I looked at her and I swore for a moment that she was teasing me on purpose. Did she know that I was rock-hard like I was? Was she just fucking with me?

  It was hard to think any of those things by the look on her face. She seemed completely void of guile and that was
hard to believe. I wanted her to look at me in the way that most women did. Then I wouldn’t have to wonder what I could do and what I couldn’t do. Anything would be available to me. With Kristin, I had no idea where I was supposed to go next. I didn’t like the uncertainty.

  “Yeah, I can stay for a little bit. Once you go to sleep, I will go back to my room. It’s going to be okay.”

  She thanked me in the softest voice I’d ever heard and laid back, the sheets flattened out and I could see all of her. She thought that she was covered up, but it didn’t do a very good job of it at all and each one of her seductive curves was right under the service.

  Getting on the bed, I laid on top of the sheets and tried to calm my nerves. My body was in tuned to her and it felt like she was in need. I knew that I was going to have to shut it off. She wasn’t there for that, but I couldn’t remember a time that I’d laid in bed with a woman and we hadn’t done anything. It was impossible to think about it now.

  I laid on my sides towards her, but I tried to keep my distance. I was already showing signs of need growing in between my legs. I didn’t want to push it against her. It would probably freak her out and she’d been through enough. I felt her attraction to me, the chemistry between us, but it was not the time or place for that. It wasn’t time for that to happen, no matter how badly I wanted to make it so. I had to keep telling myself that, again and again so that I wouldn’t do something that I knew I was going to regret later.

  While I was trying to keep my distance, Kristin was not. She backed up until she was against me and I had to pull my hips back to not molester with my hard cock. It wouldn't have taken much to slide up against her, pull the sheets back and slide inside of her. But it wasn’t the time for that. No matter how much I wanted to be, I knew that I had to wait. While I was not a man that liked to wait very much at all, this once, I was going to have to be.