I turned and left the court room and made my way to my vehicle. I only had about twenty minutes to get to the airport. There was no time to waste.
I drove fast. The kind of fast a person drives when they have just helped convict the most notorious murderer in their state. Yes he was my father, but that didn’t matter. I saw the holes in his case and there was only a matter of time before he was able to get released because of lack of evidence.
But now, he would never see the light of day again. I had done that. Yet he thought the whole time he had control over me. My father actually thought he could control me like he had done all my childhood. Well I showed him.
I proved that blood is not always thicker than water. Now I just had to make up with Jennifer. Right now she probably thought I was the scum of the earth. She probably thought so many things about me. Maybe she even thought I was going to be arrested and sent to prison.
As I pulled into the airport I saw Jackson standing in front of my jet. He had a grin that stretched from one side of his face to the other.
“What is this all about?” I asked him.
“That girl of yours, she sure is a firecracker.”
I had to laugh. I could only imagine how hard it was for Jackson to get Jennifer onto the airplane. She likely did not come willingly.
“She is on there, right?”
“Oh yeah. She is on there. But she is not happy.”
“Alright, thanks Jackson. I can’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you.”
“Sure thing boss. When do you think you’ll be back?” Jackson asked as he walked back toward the SUV.
“Not sure. I’ll let you know though. Take some time to relax.”
“Ok boss. Stay safe.”
I walked up the steps to the jet and looked around the corner to see what Jennifer was doing.
I had to laugh as I saw her talking to herself and pacing angrily.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I put my hands up and walked into the airplane.
I walked as if there were a gun being pointed at me and I was ready to surrender. But that was exactly what I was ready to do. I was ready to surrender to Jennifer.
“What the hell is going on here? Why did Jackson bring me here? Why did the judge set you free? I can’t take this all Ryan. I have no idea what is going on.”
Jennifer literally looked like she might explode she was so angry.
“How about we sit down and talk for a minute? Let me just ell the pilot where we are going.”
I turned around and poked my head in to the cockpit to tell the pilot where I wanted him to take us. I knew it would take a minute or two for him to get the flight approved for takeoff.
As I walked back into the plane, the stewardess closed the door and prepared the things she needed to do. I made eye contact with Jennifer and couldn’t help but smile at how angry she was with me.
“You know I can’t just take off without telling people. They will freak out. Where are we going? When will we be back?”
I dialed my phone.
“Hi Rose. It’s Mr. King from school. Just wanted you to know I have Jennifer with me and we are going away for a hot sex filled vacation. You don’t have to worry about her.” I smiled as Jennifer gasped at what I said. “Oh yes I will.”
I hung up the phone just as Jennifer was about to get it away from me.
“What are you doing? I can’t go away with you I have class.” She continued to protest.
So I dialed my phone again.
“Hello Dean. Yes that is exciting about our win. Yes. Of course. Oh yes, and I’m having a bit of an affair with my student Jennifer. Oh yes sir I understand. I won’t …. Thank you sir. See you when we get back from our celebratory trip.”
“Ryan!” Jennifer yelled at me as she jumped onto my lap.
Her legs straddled me as she tried to get my phone again.
“You didn’t really call him. Did you?”
I just smiled.
“Would it matter? The plan is already taking off.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her close to me.
With one quick motion I grabbed the seat belt and clicked it around the both of us; locking her right there on my lap.
“Ryan, what is going on?”
“How about I promise to explain it all to you during our twelve hour flight?”
“What? I can’t go that far away. Where are we going? Not Russia I hope. Please not Russia.”
Again I laughed.
“No need for Russia. No one is in trouble here. I was thinking Bali would be a better place to celebrate.”
Jennifer relaxed a lot after hearing that I wasn’t in trouble. I felt her body mold in against mine.
“So you’re not in trouble?”
“Nope.”
“And we are going to Bali together?”
“Yep.”
“Okay,” Jennifer leaned down and wrapped her arms around me. “So tell me everything,” she said as she held onto me.
“Well I’d like to take care of something else first if you don’t mind?”
“Sure, what is it?”
I pulled her shirt up over her head and brought one of her nipples into my mouth.
“You…I’d like to take care of you first.”
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Drake
The Billionaire Bachelor Series 1
Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2016 by Sarah J. Brooks
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 1
Th
e kickoff party was for Leblanc Enterprises Incorporated’s new office building in downtown Los Angeles. Drake Leblanc, the 38-year-old CEO should have been downstairs greeting guests and talking about his company. Instead, he had a delicious blonde with her bright red lips wrapped around his cock.
He had been to enough kickoff parties to know that everyone was there for the free food and booze. No one actually cared about a big speech. Of course, he would give the obligatory speech, but only after he had his fun with the little blonde number on her knees in front of him.
She had eyed him from the second he walked into the party, so when she whispered in his ear that she wanted to fuck him it wasn’t a surprise. She promised to be the sweetest pussy he had ever had, so how could he possibly refuse that?
Drake was perfectly happy to take a little blonde detour. She was smoking hot if you liked the Barbie doll fake look. Blake didn’t particularly like that look over others, but her willingness was nothing to turn away from. Her huge DD breasts were well worth the detour.
As they made their way up the stairs, Drake had flashed the ‘Five Minutes’ sign to his Vice President Robert. Of course, it would take longer than five minutes, but that was the general sign to Robert that he could come get him anytime after that. Drake and Robert had worked out their signals, perfected them over the years, and Drake relied on Robert to rescue him from his sexual situations sometimes.
Robert Miller was the Vice President at Leblanc Enterprises and was well versed in how to handle Drake’s time during events. Drake often ran off with a hot little number that he picked up during the event and Robert’s job was to keep him on task. Well, it was Robert’s job when Drake’s assistant Samantha wasn’t around.
Of course Robert had an actual job within the company also. He was the steady force that drove Leblanc Enterprises. Drake was the creative one, the person with all the ideas, and Robert was the man who could make those ideas a reality.
Drake closed his eyes and let the blonde feel in control of the situation for about two minutes. She wasn’t actually that good at given head or he would have allowed her to continue on for a bit longer. His patience was running low and he needed to feel himself inside of her. Plus he really did need to get downstairs to the party pretty soon.
The feeling of a tight young thing wrapped around his cock was nothing that Drake could resist. But the feeling of having his cock inside of her was much better and he needed to feel himself thrusting inside of her. Drake grabbed her hair gently and slowed her sucking motion.
“Come here, sweet thing,” Drake said as he pulled the woman into a standing position.
She willingly moved in front of him and stood there in her four-inch stiletto heels. It was an honor to be in the room with Drake and she couldn’t get past her admiration for him. He loved the way women looked at him when they fucked him, their desire for him was a combination of lust and excitement.
“Drake Leblanc, I can’t believe I’m here with you. This is so fucking exciting,” the woman said as she let Drake look at her naked body.
Drake Leblanc was the 6’1” hot bodied bachelor of the town. Every woman wanted to fuck him and some of the men too. He ran one of the hottest telecommunications companies on the west coast and spent his nights partying with the biggest celebrities. His multi-billion dollar lifestyle was something everyone admired.
Drake was also very well known for the parties he would throw and the celebrities who had been at his house. Parties at Drake’s house were often known to end with naked women and lots of sex and that was just fine with everyone who came. Being part of his world was something everyone wanted, even if it was only for a night.
“Turn around, baby,” Drake demanded of the blonde.
The mental pictures that he took of his women were something that Drake made regular use of. He loved to look at the anticipation in their eyes. The pure bliss that they felt just before getting to fuck him. Many of the women he slept with were like super fans who just wanted to be able to tell all their friends about their night with the most eligible bachelor of the city.
“You like my ass?” She giggled as she turned around and shook her tiny firm ass in Drakes' face.
Yes, he liked it. Of course, he liked it. Who on earth wouldn’t like that sweet ass?
“Bend over that couch for me sweetheart.”
The blonde looked back at Drake and giggled again, but then saw the serious look on his face. She stopped smiling and walked over to the couch and bent over as he requested.
Drake didn’t have time to waste and even if he did, it probably wouldn’t be wasted fucking a blonde who threw herself at him during a launch party. As much as he didn’t mind fucking these women, they certainly weren’t the type of woman he wanted to keep around for more than a night.
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.
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