Shattered: A Billionaire Romance Series (Contemporary Romance Novels)

by Love, Michelle

  She needs me more than she even realizes. She has deep pain and only the love I have for her can take that away. Her body gave itself to me, easily. Her mind will take a little longer.

  The morning sun is beginning to peek through the sides of the curtain and I slip from the bed to make a surprise for her. A little breakfast in bed should show her how much she means to me.

  She made an attempt to bring me more pleasure by taking me into her sweet mouth, but I wouldn’t let her. I wanted our first time to be about her and her alone. I had an abundance of pleasure anyway.

  I felt at home inside her. It was an experience I had no idea could even occur. Naked as the day I was born I look through her fridge to find it nearly bare.

  I will have to fix this!

  Sneaking back into her bathroom, I take my cell phone from the pocket of my jeans. Back into the living room I go and look up what restaurant is near us. I find one and make a call, ordering us something for breakfast.

  Going back to the bathroom, I put my jeans on and get my rental car keys. I glance at Rachelle who is still sleeping soundly, making the tiniest snore as she does.

  I go out and get my bag from the back of the car and go back inside. A car pulls up and a young woman gets out with a takeout bag in her hand. “Blake Chandler?”

  “Yep. Is that for me?” I ask as I go back to meet her.

  Her eyes run over my body and she sighs. “Good morning. I hope you enjoy it. You should come into the restaurant. Maybe for lunch. I work until two today.”

  I laugh. “We’ll see what my wife wants to do.”

  The young thing blushes and mumbles, “Crap! Okay, thanks for ordering from us.” She climbs back into her car as I go inside.

  I find a couple of plates and take the omelets out of the Styrofoam containers and plate them up as prettily as I can. The red and green bell peppers I artistically place atop them.

  Orange mimosas, I ordered as well and fill a couple of juice glasses with the sweet liquid. I see a hint of something red and find a single small red rosebud they added in. I smile as I told the person who answered the phone and took my order I was making breakfast in bed for my girlfriend.

  I find it’s in a tiny vase and add a little water to it and find a tray to carry it all on. Rachelle stirs as I come back into the bedroom. She rubs her eye with the back of her hand and stretches.

  “Hey,” I say, quietly. “You look like you slept well.”

  Her cheeks are red from how much we kissed and the stubble from my five o’clock shadow rubbed them. She pulls her body up into a sitting position and moans. “God, I’m sore.”

  “Mission accomplished then,” I say with a chuckle. I take the tray and sit it on the nightstand next to her. “I was going to make you breakfast, but you are lacking the little things they call food to prepare you anything. So I ordered out and I think I might have a date for lunch later if what the teenage girl said was any indication.”

  “You’re taken,” she says with a grin and takes a lock of my hair and pulls me to her. “So, she’ll just have to be disappointed.” She places a kiss on my cheek and lets me go. “So what did you get us?”

  I place the tray over her lap and she looks at the food hungrily. “I am starved. I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.”

  As I climb into bed next to her I frown. “You shouldn’t wait that long between meals, baby. I’m taking you to the grocery store in a little while. We’re filling this place up with food. I want you to make me something you love to make for dinner tonight. I’m taking you to your most favorite restaurant for lunch today.”

  “You don’t have to….” she says.

  I place my finger to her lips. “It’s so we can check out the competition of what you want to make yours like. Don’t worry, I remember how you don’t want anyone to make a big deal over you or your accomplishments.”

  “So a recon mission then?” she asks with a smile. “Yeah, I can do that.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman who was so dead set on no one doing anything nice for her before!

  Rachelle

  As another round of rain storms blows in I get dressed after another amazing shower with Blake. The man is beyond generous in the bedroom. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I button the last button on my pale blue shirt.

  I’m reminded of a picture my grandparents have in their home of my mother. Her hair is brown where mine is black but it’s straight as a board, just like mine is. Her eyes are blue like mine and in that picture she had on a pale blue shirt.

  It settles back in, the pain Blake managed to move out of me. The reality of life sets in and I know this thing with Blake won’t last. It can’t. It’s too much like a fairy tale.

  What did I do last night?

  The man said he’d give me a restaurant and the next thing I know I’m handing myself over to him.

  What a complete whore I am!

  Who does that? Who just gives themselves to someone they barely know because they gave them something?

  A whore, that’s who!

  Taking long strides I go out to the living room to tell Blake I can’t take his offer. He sits on the sofa, messing around with his cell phone. He looks up with a smile on his handsome face. It quickly turns to an expression of concern as he sees me.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  He tries to get up, but I beat him to it and place my hands on his broad shoulders. “I thought it over and I can’t take you up on that offer you gave me yesterday.”

  “No,” he says as he shakes his head. “No, way, Rachelle. That’s a done deal. You can’t go back on it. I’m all types of excited to do this and I’m not letting you stop me. Your fear or whatever it is, I want that shit gone. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  “Blake, I’m ashamed of myself.” I sit down across from him and put my head in my hands. “You have no idea of how much shame I feel right now.”

  “For?” He looks at me like I’m nuts.

  “For handing myself over to you after you gave me such a fantastic thing. Just like a damn whore!”

  “A whore?” He rises and comes to me. His hand is gentle on my cheek. “Baby, you are nothing at all like that. You’re the sweetest thing and I respect you to the hilt. Don’t ever let me hear you talking about yourself like that ever again.” He takes my chin in his large hand and makes me look at him. “Do you understand me, angel? Tell me you do.”

  “Blake, that was a cheap thing for me to do. Something akin to what my mother would do to get what she wanted.” I look away, even though he holds my chin tight in his hand.

  “Look at me,” he says with a commanding tone. “Rachelle Stone, look at me!”

  My eyes move slowly back to his. “There’s really not a thing you can say to me to change my mind.”

  “You are not your mother.” He lets my chin go and walks away from me.

  He disappears around the corner and into my bedroom. Leaving me to think about what he’s said I suppose. My mind spins as I think about the things I’ve done.

  I move a little, igniting the pain for an instant that came with the stiffness from letting my body react to him. The way he filled me completely, stretching me to fit him.

  Running my arms around myself, I shiver with the memory of the fantastic sensation. I felt whole for the first time ever. In his arms, with him all around me, I felt complete.

  He steps out of the bedroom. Something in his hand draws my attention. A long, gold chain he holds out to me. Something round dangles from it and I take it in my hand to find a picture of an adorable little dark haired girl, maybe two or three years old. No smile covers her sweet face. No frown either, just nothing. A vacant stare into the camera.

  “What’s this?” I ask.

  “That’s you, baby.” Blake kneels in front of me. “Max called your old foster mom. She said she had that. It was the only picture of you she managed to get. She sent it to me when I called her to talk about you with her.”


  I snap my head to look at him. “Blake! That was not something you should’ve done! How dare you!”

  One finger he places to my lips. “Baby, I care about you. I have to know what all happened to you in order to understand what’s going on in that mind of yours.”

  “Not a lot, to be honest. Okay, not much goes on in here.” I point to my head. “I live, I exist. It’s what I do. Not much thinking or contemplating things goes on in here.”

  “Well, I want to help you fix that. You see, I realized something last night as I held you and made love to you. You need me. You need me more than even you realize. So let me help you make the future you have seen for yourself a reality.” His hand runs through my hair and he sighs.

  “I can’t.”

  “It was Max who told me that helping you get your own restaurant was a good investment both financially and in you as a person. He cares for you, Rachelle. Like a brother cares for a little sister. He sees you struggling with the same things he did.” His hand roams over my shoulder and he pulls me to him.

  I bury my face in his chest and feel helpless. “Max is a good man. I look up to him like a big brother. He and I have gone through the same things in our young lives. He thinks I need this?”

  “He does and so do I. Even if it goes under, it makes no difference. It’ll be a write off and either way, I keep more of my money than the IRS does. It’s a win, win, baby,” he says then hugs me tighter.

  “Blake, I…. I…” I stammer and pause. “Okay, I’ll take you up on your offer. Thank you.”

  Soft kisses he places on top of my head. “Good. Now let me take you to lunch and let me see what kind of place you want to build.”

  My heart pounds as I let him lead me out to his car. I’ve never put so much of my life into anyone’s hands before and I’m scared to death.

  Blake

  We ate lunch in Venice Beach at a fairly new restaurant named ‘Leona.’ The interior was cool and upscale but not so upscale patrons were put off by extravagancies. The food was great and Rachelle was confident she could do it a little bit better.

  “So that’s the competition then?” I ask as we walk back into her apartment.

  The locket of her as an abandoned three-year-old hangs around her neck. It’s a reminder of who she was back then, something she seems to have put far out of her mind, only I know it’s there. A deep festering sore in her mind that keeps her from really living this life.

  “It is. I want to do something similar, yet completely different, if you know what I’m saying.” She sits down on the sofa and pulls off her high heels.

  I sit at the other end and take her feet in my hands and rub them. “You know, if the shoes hurt you, you should probably not wear them.”

  She laughs as looks away. “Most would see it like that. I don’t have a boat load of shoes and the ones I do are pretty cheap and cheap and comfortable seem to go against one another.”

  I make a note to find out her size and get her some high end shoes. “So anyway, you’d like to make a place like Leona’s only completely different. Sure, I get it. What’s not to understand about that statement?”

  She points at me with a smile. “See, you get me. I don’t know how, but you do.”

  I pull her legs until she’s lying on the sofa and I move up her body until my lips touch hers. She’s tiny beneath me and so frail and fragile it nearly hurts me to look at her.

  Her arms wrap around my neck and she moans into my mouth as my tongue moves over hers. I take her in my arms and stand up, taking her to the bedroom.

  My need for her is overwhelming. I lie her down and strip away her clothes then take mine off as she watches me remove each stitch of material. Her eyes run up to mine. “You’re really gorgeous, Blake.”

  I pounce on her playfully. “You are.”

  Her lips touch my ear. “Let me show you what you mean to me.”

  With a hot kiss, she melts into me. I release her lips and look into her blue eyes. “Not yet, baby. Let me show you how much you mean to me. I want you to feel safe and special. I want you to feel me until you understand what it is I have that you need.”

  Her eyes widen as I take her mouth, claiming it with a hard kiss. I run my hand over her tight stomach and down the upper part of her thigh. I move my body over hers and press myself to her.

  She arches up, ready for me to fill her. I tease her, rubbing my hard dick over her, but not letting it go inside. She wiggles against me and groans. I pull my mouth away and look at her. “Tell me the words I need to hear.”

  “What?” she asks in a ragged breath.

  Her stubbornness will be the end of her. I rub my dick across the edge of her hot as hell and wet vagina and she arches up as I do. Her body is begging me to fill her, but her mouth won’t follow suit.

  Her eyes dart back and forth. “Please, Blake.”

  “Tell me then I will.” I run the head of my dick to press against her throbbing clit and she moans.

  Her hands run over my ass, gripping it and pushing at it. “Blake! Come on, please. You’re tormenting me.”

  “It’s just three words. And don’t worry they aren’t I love you. I can wait a little longer for you to realize that.” I kiss her hard and grind into her without making penetration.

  Once I release her sweet lips she moans. “I need you, Blake. Like I’ve never needed anyone or thing. I need you.”

  A grin spreads over my face and I press my lips to her ear and press my dick deep into her. “I need you too, baby.”

  The moan she makes rattles her chest, and she clamps her legs around my waist as she arches up to me. She wants me deep inside her. I pull all the way out and push her legs to make her release me.

  “I’m going to turn you over.” I take her and flip her over on her stomach, then pull her back to me. Just to hear the sweet words again I put just the tip of my dick to her and say, “Tell me again, Rachelle.”

  “Fuck, Blake! I need you!” she shouts and presses her hips back.

  I thrust into her hard and grab a handful of her long hair, pulling her back to me as I do. She lets out a loud moan and drops her head to the pillow.

  Pulling nearly all the way out, I ram into her hard again. She arches back and her scream is smothered by the pillow. Harder and harder I thrust into her as her body shudders and she screams with the intensity of it.

  Her insides begin to clamp down on my hard dick as she comes, and it takes me right along with it. I ride the wave of the strong orgasm until we both stop. Our hard breaths are all that fill the dark bedroom.

  I lie her down and lay beside her, running my hand over her back. She takes in a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She turns her sweat soaked body towards me as she rolls over on her side.

  I stroke her cheek and look into those deep blue eyes and know I’ve found everything I never knew I was looking for in her. Her soft lips, I run my finger over and she lifts them in a sweet smile.

  My heart bursts with all I feel for her. Without thinking about it, I say, “I love you, Rachelle.”

  Lucky Break

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Book 3

  By Michelle Love

  Rachelle

  Someone’s car alarm goes off outside waking me up from a deep sleep. Blake has me wrapped in his arms and his breathing is making a few hairs on the back of my neck move and it tickles me. I try to move a little, but he holds me tighter.

  Is this what life will be like with Blake loving me?

  Are my movements to be constricted by him always? Is it only going to be what and how he wants every little thing? Can I live that way?

  He told me he loved me after we made love. Or rather he made love to me. He won’t allow me to do anything to him. To say he’s over-bearing is a bit of an understatement.

  I have the necklace on he gave me with my picture in the pendant which hangs from it. It’s me when I was three and the absence of any emotion on my young face bothers me immensely.

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p; The fact he called my old foster mother is cause for concern. He could be considered a stalker by some. Sure he sugar-coats it with the idea he wants to learn about me to help me.

  But I don’t recall asking him for his help!

  It’s a bit disconcerting he thinks I’m such a damn mess I need help in the first place. I mean, he’s over here thinking about how he can fix me and not looking at the fact he’s a billionaire who still lives in a tiny, old house his dead parents raised him in.

  I mean, he has his issues he isn’t dealing with too!

  And just what is supposed to happen now? Is he thinking he’s moving in with me and we’ll get married? Is he thinking he’ll buy a mansion here in Los Angeles and we’ll live here forever?

  I don’t want to live in L.A. forever. I want to live in a woodsy area where there are actual seasons. Spring, summer, winter, fall. I’m from Texas where there is summer and some days there’s a little winter, but very little else.

  Here I am in California, which ain’t a hell of a lot different. Colorado, Montana, or Wyoming have always been places I’d like to try out. But Mr. Take Charge and Let Me Fix You, may not have that in his plans for our future.

  ‘Our future’ now that’s something to think about!

  Here it is, the third night we’ve spent together in a little over two weeks and he loves me and we need each other. No way! No damn way!

  I can’t figure out why my body reacts to his like he’s the air I have to fill my lungs with. It has to be his air, no one else’s. I have to ask myself if it’s because he’s so fucking handsome or built or a combination of them both?

  I don’t know who could be filled by his monster cock while looking at his golden curls, which hang around his head in the dim light, shining like a fucking halo around his gorgeous, fucking face and not think they need him!

  Fuck yes I need him when he’s right there, looking at me in all his beauty and his bad ass muscles all rippling beneath my hands. Fuck yes, I want him to fill me with the pulsating, firm, wide, and long cock that feels like a satin covered cement log of pure pleasure!