Billionaire Romance Box Set: The Storm Romance Series Part 1-10: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  He walked over to her and stopped to admire her ass. It was delightful. Perfectly round and firm with just the right amount of curve to it.

  Drake didn’t pause for long before he slid his erect member into her and savored the moan that she released. The moan of a woman during sex was one that he couldn’t get out of his system. No matter how much money he made, no matter how many business deals that happened, Drake lived for that moan from a woman.

  He moved slowly at first and then let his thrust grow harder. She enjoyed it very much and he wanted to hear her moans become more epic. With a quick grab of her hair, he pulled her back toward him and let his cock thrust as deep as possible.

  There was a knock at the door.

  The blonde stopped moving and looked toward the door, but Drake just kept thrusting. Harder and harder he moved inside of her, willing her to pay attention to the pleasure that she must have felt by then. She didn’t need to stop just because there was a knock.

  “Drake, five minutes until your speech,” Robert said as he walked right into the room.

  Drake wasn’t fazed and he didn’t stop fucking the young blonde either. It was obvious they had done this before.

  “Be there in five and find Samantha. She's supposed to introduce me and I couldn’t fucking find her earlier.”

  “Alright. Anything else?”

  “Grab me that water,” Drake said as he pointed to a bottle of water by the door.

  Robert obliged his boss and brought the water over. He couldn’t help but stare at the young blonde who was bent over the couch and getting a thrashing from Drake. She looked embarrassed but tried not to look back at Robert as he came near.

  “See you downstairs in five,” Robert said as he left the room.

  Drake didn’t apologize for the interruption, there was no need to. He was Drake Leblanc and he would have a whole international phone conference while fucking someone, if he wanted to.

  Business always came first.

  As Drake finished thrusting into the blonde he pulled her up hard and gave her clit a few flicks of his thumb. Soon her body shook with an orgasm and he delivered his final thrust. It was quick, not because he couldn’t last longer; purely because he didn’t care to waste his time.

  Gently Drake leaned her back over the couch and kissed the back of her neck.

  “Very sweet indeed,” he said as he zipped up his pants, grabbed his bottle of water and made his way to the door.

  “Can I call you?” She said as she grabbed her clothes off the floor.

  “Sure thing baby, my assistant Samantha will put you through when I’m available.”

  What the blonde didn’t know was that Samantha had strict instructions to never put any of the women through to Drake unless he had specifically cleared it. There was no need for him to talk to them or have to deal with their neediness after a one night stand. Of course he didn’t want them to feel bad about their tryst; Drake wanted it to be a fun and exciting thing for his ladies. Often he would have Samantha call up some of the women who left messages and invite them out to one of his parties. They felt excited to be invited and he had plenty of friends that liked to have the company of the hot women from Drake’s past.

  As Drake made his way down the stairs to the party, he paused for a moment to check his hair in a hallway mirror. Primping and appearance weren’t a priority for him, mostly because they came naturally to him. His light brown hair had a soft wave to it that didn’t require upkeep; his body was ripped with muscles from his constant sexual cardio and regular fitness routine. Drake didn’t have to work hard at his looks at all, but he did like to give himself a quick glance before he had to speak.

  “Drake where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” Samantha said as she saw Drake descending the stairs.

  “Me. I’ve been busy. Where have you been?”

  “Screwing some waitress does not equal busy. I’ve been actually talking with our clients and telling them about our new products. That is what this event is for.”

  Samantha Holt had been Drake’s assistant for the past five years. At twenty-five years old she had one of the most envied jobs of any woman in L.A. She kept Drake’s best interest in mind in all his business and personal dealings, but Drake knew she didn’t condone his wild ways. She often told him he needed to settle down so he had a regular woman who would be there every night for him.

  Drake had hired Samantha when she was twenty, purely because she turned him down when he wanted to fuck her during the interview. Although he admittedly thought she would have caved in shortly after. Now, after five years together, Drake liked that he could count on Samantha and that he knew she would never screw him. But he sure did like to try to convince her still.

  Samantha was a sexpot. Her 5’7” thin model like frame was something Drake admired every time she came into a room. She was tall, brunette and took care of herself very well. She had a smoking hot body and wasn’t afraid to show it off a little while at work. Drake often thought she purposely teased him with her short skirts and cleavage hugging blouses.

  Having a fling with Drake wasn’t on Samantha’s radar, though. She liked her job and she wanted to keep it. Samantha was a smart woman and she knew the second she would give into Drake’s desires, he would have to get rid of her and find a new assistant. There was no way she was going to let that happen.

  “Let’s not talk about me. How about you brief me on the speech I need to give,” Drake said condescendingly as they walked through the hallway to the large gathering of people.

  “It’s the typical speech. Thanks for coming. We appreciate you all. We have lots of changes in store. Blah, blah, blah.”

  “Got it.”

  “Make eye contact with the older woman sitting to the side, It’s Susan Smith. She owns Smith Brothers Telcom and I think we should look into buying her out. She made it very clear in our conversation that she wants to retire soon. Pay some special attention to her so she likes you. And try to smile. You look like a WWE wrestler when you grimace all the time.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Nope.”

  As they rounded the corner to the main room, Samantha went straight up to the small stage. She looked confident and sexy as she grabbed the microphone to introduce Drake. Samantha was more than just an assistant. Drake knew that his world would crumble around him if he didn’t have Sam there to take care of things for him.

  “Thank you all for coming. This is a very special day for us and we are so glad you could all be here. Without further ado, our CEO Drake Leblanc.”

  The room erupted in applause and Drake took control of the microphone. He looked around briefly to find the old woman that Sam had told him to say hi to. Drake had become numb to the cheers and applause that happened at events like this and he moved right into the speech he wanted to give.

  “Susan, you are looking wonderful tonight. After this, you’ll have to tell me your secret to staying so young. Mike thanks for coming. Everyone thank you so much for being here. As you know, Leblanc Enterprises is constantly working to be the leader in our industry and we couldn’t do it without all of you…”

  Drake continued on with his speech and the audience was putty in his hands. He had a presence about him that made people love him. Even with his cocky and somewhat arrogant attitude, everyone loved Drake Leblanc.

  Chapter 2

  “Morning. Here’s your schedule for today.” Samantha said as she handed Drake his coffee and daily schedule.

  It was a routine they had worked out perfectly over the years and Drake really relied on Sam to take control and guide him to where he needed to be throughout his days. Drake was the face of the company and he could go into any meeting and win people over, but he didn’t have time to manage his schedule or prepare for every meeting.

  Sam was the best assistant Drake had hired since he had started his company. She was also the only assistant he hadn’t screwed. As much as he hated that Sam refused him all the time, he did u
nderstand her thought process and admire her for it.

  “Thanks. Anything exciting today?”

  “Well, you do have a meeting with the FTC at ten o’clock. Read my notes before you go to that. Also, you look like shit. Did you even shower this morning?”

  “It was a long night.”

  “Drake. You have to take care of yourself. Come here.”

  Samantha pulled Drake toward her and straightened his tie and smoothed down his hair. She got so frustrated with him when he spent his nights boning random chicks and not taking care of himself. Sooner or later all that partying was going to catch up with him.

  “You’re a doll. Thanks, Sam.”

  “So who was your overnighter? The same blonde you brought upstairs?”

  “No. What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “It was the brunette, bartender! Wasn’t it?”

  Drake made his way into his office and started up his computer as he tried his best to ignore Sam and her pestering questions.

  “For someone who doesn’t like my sexual habits you sure do ask a lot of questions,” Drake said as he winked at her.

  It was fun to flirt with Sam, probably because he knew it would never lead anywhere. Sam had made it perfectly clear to Drake that she wasn’t going to fall into bed with him. With that clarity came the freedom to flirt and make sexual innuendo without consequence, and Drake liked that.

  Sam knew Drake very well. She took his sexual escapades in stride, although she didn’t think he needed to sleep with every woman who offered herself to him. It had become just as much a part of their work relationship as any other aspect of her job. Sam had even taken to occasionally hooking Drake up with a pretty girl that she had met while out with her own friends.

  “I’m just looking out for you. Sooner or later you’re going to want to settle down.”

  “I don’t have time to do the whole dating thing. I don’t have a problem settling down when I find the one.”

  “You seriously think you’ll find her behind a bar or serving your dinner?”

  “Don’t be judgmental Sam; there are good women all over the place.”

  “Speaking of good women, you have a date with Rose tonight. I put it on your calendar. Don’t forget and don’t be a jerk.”

  “Rose?”

  It wasn’t often that Drake actually had a real date, but when he did it was usually someone that one of his close friends had set him up with. He really couldn’t remember who Rose was, or who had set up the date.

  “Yes. Rose Stein. Your brother set you up with her.”

  “Oh, God. Devon always finds the homely girls. Do you know what she looks like? Maybe she’ll be a firecracker in bed. You know there is something to say about fucking a woman who doesn’t get laid much; they sure are eager to please.”

  “No, and I don’t care. You told him you would go out with her so just do it. Show her a good time. Wine and dine her, you know the drill.”

  “When is it?”

  “Look at your calendar. It’s at eight o’clock. Plenty of time for you to finish up your meetings, get your workout in and shower before you meet her at Giorgio’s.”

  “Alright. Make sure they have the wine I like. Don’t let that jerk who waited on me last time be there at all tonight and call ahead to my driver to make sure he brings the car with the solid partition. If this girl is homely, I don’t need him watching me while I fuck her in the back of the car.”

  “Drake!”

  “What?”

  “Don’t fuck her. How about you go on just one date where you actually talk to the girl and don’t spend the whole night thinking about when you get to stick your cock into her.”

  “Well, that seems stupid.”

  Sam sighed deeply and then left Drake in his office to do his work.

  Their relationship had grown tremendously over the years and Sam was one of the only people in Drake’s life who could actually talk to him realistically. Robert, his VP was the other person, and, of course, his family. But most of Drake’s family had no idea about his sexual escapades. Drake was pretty sure his mother still thought he was a virgin.

  The day to day business of running Leblanc Enterprises was what Drake lived for. The fast-paced non-stop action drove him to work harder and harder each day.

  Drake was known in his industry, not because of his good looks or charm; he was known because of the hard work and dedication he had to the telecommunications world. His good looks and charm just helped everything out. His persona was what got the press for his company, but the company and its product were excellent once people got to work with them.

  Drake had the ability to read through Sam’s notes in the five minutes before a meeting and then walk in and kill it. He owned the meetings and always appeared as if he had spent weeks preparing for them. It didn’t hurt that he dressed in custom suits and was always the sharpest dressed person in the room. There was a level of admiration that people had for Drake, no matter who they were.

  Looking the part was something Drake had learned long before he owned his company. His father had taught him before his very first job, ‘look at what your manager is wearing and make sure you dress better than him.’ It was some of the best advice his father had ever given him.

  His first job in college was at a small law firm, so dressing better than his boss was pretty difficult. Drake took his first few paychecks and investing in a nice suit and some stylish ties. Within a month, people around the office were complimenting his ties and he had done exactly what his father had intended with his advice; Drake had been noticed.

  Now as a CEO, Drake used his notoriety as a playboy to drive the view of his company and its products. People saw Drake Leblanc as a trendsetter and so they also saw Leblanc Enterprises as a trend setting company.

  “Thank you all for coming, I look forward to your review of our new products,” Drake said as he shook hands with the group of magazine editors who he had his eleven o’clock meeting with.

  “Lunch?” Drake said to Sam as he walked back to his office.

  “It’s on your schedule. You and Robert have a working lunch. Meet him at Wilmer’s across the street.”

  “Why does he insist on eating at the place? Doesn’t he know everything they sell is full of fat?”

  “He does and that’s exactly why he likes it. Remember his wife has him on that low-fat diet at home. It’s the only real food he gets to eat.”

  “Fine, but next time you tell him no and that we need to eat someplace normal.”

  “Alright.”

  Sam had learned not to argue with Drake about his eating. As much as Drake was willing to forgo his healthy lifestyle when a woman was involved, he absolutely wouldn’t forgo his healthy eating lifestyle for anyone. Sure he would drink too much, stay up all night long and screw anything in a skirt; but don’t ever make him eat a burger.

  “I have to go do some running around. I won’t be back until after three. Please do not forget about your date tonight.”

  “Yes, yes, I remember it’s with Robin.”

  “Rose.”

  “Are you sure? I could have sworn you said, Robin.”

  “No, it's with Rose.”

  “Oh, Robin was that girl from the gym. Yeah, yeah, she was a freak. Totally wanted me to pee on her.”

  Sam just rolled her eyes and grabbed her things to head out of the office. She had heard plenty of Drake’s stories about his women. Enough to last her a lifetime. She had no desire to listen to any more of them.

  “Wait, where are you going?”

  “Errands.”

  “You have a secret boyfriend don’t you? Can I meet him? What’s his name?”

  “First of all. She’s a woman. Secondly, no you can’t.”

  “What? Wait you’re fucking a woman. How is this the first time I’ve heard of this? I want to come. Cancel my day. Let’s all have a fun afternoon.”

  “Drake. I’m going to meet a girlfriend of mine. Stop making ev
erything about sex.”

  “Aww, so you’re not doing the sliding lady dance with her?”

  “Oh my God. I’m leaving. Go have lunch with Robert. Then don’t forget your date later.”

  “I’m thinking about you doing the sliding lady dance.”

  Sam just shook her head and continued to walk down the hall. As she waited for the elevator, she tapped her watch and pointed to across the street to signal to Drake that he was late for his lunch with Robert.

  “We can talk about your lesbian affair after lunch!” Drake yelled down the hall as Sam got into the elevator. It was certainly going to be something that he had on his mind for awhile.

  The idea of Sam and another hot brunette was a long time fantasy of Drake’s. It would never come true, and he knew that, but that’s why it was such a great fantasy.

  Chapter 3

  Drake walked into Wilmer’s across the street from Leblanc Enterprises. It was a dive of a lunch location and filled with people who loved their food. Drake hated the place. Robert, on the other hand, loved it so much that he ate there almost daily.

  “Robert, I can’t be responsible for the heart attack you’re going to have because of this food. Cindy is going to get mad at me.”

  “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Robert said as his eyes were glued to the menu.

  Drake liked to joke about Robert’s wife Cindy and how tough she was on him all the time, but the truth was they had been married for many years and were extremely happy. Drake had been Robert’s best man even.

  “Let me guess, Cheeseburger and fries.”

  “Double bacon cheeseburger,” Robert said as he licked his lips.

  “Seriously dude, Cindy would kill you.”

  “Nah, as long as I don’t actually keel over from a heart attack she’ll be alright.”

  “And if you do die…well you’ll be dead so it won’t matter anymore.”