Hope: A Bad Boy Billionaire Holiday Romance (The Impossible Series Book 1)

by Tia Wylder

  “Last chance,” he grunted out, his hips jerking as of their own accord. He pressed into her just slightly, and she winced before visibly forcing herself to relax. Before he could hesitate any longer, she wrapped her legs around him and drove him to push his full length inside of her. She cried out, and he felt something tear as he entered her fully. His eyes widened as he realized what had happened, but it couldn’t be. A woman as beautiful as Svetlana being a virgin? She seemed unwilling to allow him the chance to ask any questions however, and she flexed her inner muscles around him. “Christ,” he gasped out, drawing his hips back just barely before plunging into her once more. Her wince was less obvious this time, and a breathy moan slipped past her lips as he hilted himself inside of her. He reached down, gently stroking the little nub at the apex of her entrance.

  “Jackson, please! Just take me!” She begged, and he could no longer find it within him to resist. He drew his hips back, thrusting into her at a steady rhythm. The sounds of their bodies slapping together was music to his ears, as well as her desperate gasps. She was tight, so tight, to the point that it felt like she was trying to milk him for every drop he was worth. At any rate, he couldn’t resist obliging her much longer. He pistoned into her, her body jerking spasmodically in pleasure before she pressed their lips desperately together. He adjusted the angle at which he thrust into her, and she all but wailed against his lips as he hit that special spot. Experimentally thrusting again, her near-thrashing told him he was hitting the spot just right. Realizing he could hold back no longer, not for either of their sakes, he began to rapidly pound against her g spot, grunting and groaning out her name every time he hilted inside of her. Her cries were rising in volume and pitch, and Jackson could only thank god that he’d had his walls insulated long ago.

  She threw her head back as he hit that spot just right once more, a strangled cry spilling past her lips as her insides clenched around him. He thrust into her a final time as she came, feeling his own peak wash over him in near synchrony. He shot string after string of sticky cum deep within her womb, and he might have worried over the fact that he’d not worn a condom if he weren’t so lost in ecstasy. She dragged her nails down his back once more, this time breaking the skin. He could feel beads of his own blood spilling down his skin, but it only served to heighten his pleasure. He reached down as she was coming down from her first orgasm to relentlessly stroke her clit, and she screamed loudly as the second orgasm washed over her. He buried his face in her shoulder, grazing his teeth to her skin as she writhed beneath him. He had managed to prolong both of their pleasure as much as he was able, but all good things had to end. When her walls released their vice like grip on his member, he managed to slip free, their mixed essences as well as her virginal blood spilling onto the chair beneath her. She gasped for breath, tangling a hand in his short hair and pressing their lips together. He drew away a moment later, cupping her cheek in his hand.

  “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin,” he gasped out, tenderness in his gaze. Svetlana reddened, averting her eyes nervously.

  “You didn’t ask. I know I seem a bit old to still be a virgin, but I was just… waiting,” she muttered. He smiled, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss.

  “Waiting for what, sweetheart?” He inquired softly. She grew inexplicably embarrassed, tracing her fingertips along his pectoral muscles.

  “For the right time. The right guy. Seems like my waiting paid off,” she murmured shyly. He grinned, pure adoration sweeping through his body.

  “I couldn’t be more honored. Svetlana, I… I…,” he trailed off, seeming unable to find the words. “I had a good time,” he finished lamely. She seemed not to mind however, grinning as she brushed her fingers against the torn skin of his back.

  “Me too, obviously,” she said with a wry quirk of her lips.

  As much as he wanted to say it, Jackson couldn’t help feeling as if it were not the time. Though he could only wonder when a better time would present himself, something told him to save his confession for a later date. For now, he would simply allow himself to enjoy her presence.

  They remained together for a short time, but realizing that work wouldn’t complete itself, Jackson finally shifted off of her. He slipped into the bathroom adjoined to his office, grabbing a towel with which Svetlana could wipe herself down with. She did so eagerly, obviously put off by the sight of her own blood mingling with their combined slick. The two got dressed slowly, and Jackson couldn’t swallow the regret that they had to part so soon. He brushed a hand through her mussed up hair, trying to make it less obvious that they’d just had the most mind-blowing sex of his life. She smiled thankfully, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his lips.

  “So… what does this mean for us?” She inquired uncertainly, looking the most timid he had ever seen her.

  “I… would like to ask you to be my girlfriend. I know it seems a bit sudden, but,” he paused as she began to giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. “What’s so funny?” He inquired with a quirked brow, trying to hide the vague sense of hurt he felt. Did she not want to be with him? Had he interpreted this situation entirely wrong? Before he could get too swept up in his doubt, she rested a hand on his cheek and smiled tenderly at him.

  “Oh, it’s just. I’ve been playing your girlfriend for months now. I can only imagine how great it will be, when it felt so wonderful as an act alone,” she smiled, blushing despite herself. “I must sound silly, but these months have been the best of my life. I know they weren’t real, but…” she trailed off, meeting his gaze. “I don’t have to worry about that, anymore. The feelings I had for you were real, and now I don’t have to worry about hiding them. It’s just a relief,” she muttered. He chuckled heartily, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin atop her head.

  “I understand. It’s a relief for me too. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Never, in my entire life. I knew you were special, but I never could have expected how much I would be willing to change for you,” he paused, shushing her as she made to protest. “Svetlana, as much as we both hate to admit it, we have to. I was scum. I treated everyone as if they were lesser than me just because I had money. I treated women like playthings. But I don’t want to be that dirtbag again. You changed me for the better. I want to thank you,” he confessed. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she reached up to rub them away before they had a chance to roll down her cheeks.

  “You changed me for the better, as well. I’ve always been a bit of a stick in the mud, but when I’m with you, I feel as if I can let loose. When we’re together, I can have fun while still being myself. I don’t know if you believe in fate, but, it seems like this act ended up being what it took to make us realize…,” she paused, trailing off. “God, I’m getting mushy. In any case, I need to get back to work before anyone realized just how thoroughly you screwed me,” she grinned, patting him on the cheek. He quirked a grin, pressing their lips together one final time.

  “Alright, alright. And before you get any sneaky ideas, I fully intend to continue paying for your sister’s care. It’s an honor to do so, and I would do anything to make you happy. Allow me to do this one, tiny thing for you?” He implored. She rolled her eyes good naturedly, pressing the envelope with the bill into his hands.

  “Tiny thing, my ass. But I’ll allow it. Just… don’t feel obligated, okay?” She muttered.

  “Of course not. Now, back to work. I’m going to take a short nap, so redirect all my calls to the answering machine,” he commanded in faux serious tones. She saluted mockingly, and the two shared a laugh before she finally, grudgingly, forced herself to leave the older man’s office. As Jackson watched her slip away, he felt as if everything were finally falling into place. For the longest time, he’d been cruising through life with the idea that his existence was a perfect one. He had convinced himself that he needed nobody, or nothing besides himself and his money. Though he had been a bit mushy in saying so, he had been truthful in his exchange
with Svetlana. She had truly changed him for the better. He could only hope it would be a permanent change, and one day he would feel confident to tell her the depth of his true feelings.

  Until that day, however…

  He slipped towards his desk, pulling out his office chair and flopping into it. He felt vaguely exhausted, just as one should after a proper screwing. Or, in this case, after a proper session of love making. He’d never made love before, but he mused that the feeling was one that could grow on him rather rapidly. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk and allowing his eyes to slip shut. Though he had never expected things to turn out so wonderfully when he asked Svetlana to be his pretend girlfriend, he wouldn’t change what had happened for the world. As he drifted off into dreamland, he mused that things could only get better from there on out. Nothing could come between him and his newfound love.

  At least, one could hope.

  Chapter Seven

  The following days were about as wonderful as one could expect. Svetlana was much more open with her affection than Jackson might have anticipated, but he certainly didn’t mind the surge in physical attention. Her usual breaks in his office had a whole new connotation, the sort that the staff had probably thought already lie within. Initially, the two had difficulty keeping their hands off each other long enough to get any work done. They found a happy medium after some time, though their sex life did have to tone down a bit. Jackson was certain that things couldn’t get any better, and he felt sure that Svetlana felt the same.

  They had been together in a non-farcical manner for three weeks when Svetlana simply didn’t come to work one morning. Jackson was worried, but he tried to keep his composure. It was easier thought than done, however, and his mind ran rampant with possible scenarios that would keep her home without notifying him. Did she decide that she no longer wanted to be with him? Had she been in some horrible crash? Could it be that she was cheating on him with another man? He likely could have easily soothed his nerves with a simple text message, but despite himself, he didn’t want to appear desperate. He knew he was likely past the point in which that was a real worry, but all the same, he couldn’t shake the idea that he had possibly done something wrong. Had he forgotten some sort of three-week anniversary that he hadn’t known existed?

  He swallowed his growing dismay, fidgeting with his phone as he weighed his options. He could call her and tell her that he was simply concerned, but she could think he was doubting her fidelity. While he was in a way, he didn’t want her to know as much. He could text and wish her well, but she could think he was being clingy. He clenched his jaw, swiping his phone screen and bringing up her contact details. Who cared if it seemed he was being clingy. He was her boss for God’s sake, and she could at the least tell him when she would be out of work. He was in the midst of typing a furious text when his phone dinged cheerfully to indicate he had gotten a message. He glanced up at the messaging screen, eyes widening in dismay as he read the short message from Svetlana. Natalia was dead. He jolted out of his chair, rushing towards the door. He paused, realizing he would need to notify the staff that he would be out of the office. He swore loudly, backspacing the long message he had begun to type.

  “Be there soon,” he muttered under his breath as he entered a new message, stuffing his phone into his pocket and sending a mass email across the office. It was a simple notification that he would be out of the office that day, but that things were to continue as usual. His heart felt as if it had sunk into his stomach. The day would not continue as usual, not at all. He could only hope he could offer some comfort to his grieving lover and…

  God. He had forgotten about Klaus altogether. He rushed more quickly than before, taking the elevator to the ground floor and racing out into the parking compound. He slid into his car, revving the engine and speeding out of the garage without bothering to fasten his seatbelt. His hands were white knuckled as he gripped the steering wheel, and he was certain his face was equally as pale. He knew, at least from what Svetlana had told him, that her sister might pass away anytime. Still, he was sure that no one had expected it to happen so soon. He felt tears pool unbidden in his own eyes, swiping the back of his hand roughly across his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel angry at himself for not getting to know the woman better while she was alive. Here he sat, in love with Svetlana, and the only family he would ever meet was now dead. Except Klaus, who would hopefully take some small comfort in his aunt’s presence. While he was her son now, for all intents and purposes, he couldn’t imagine he would forget his mother any time soon.

  He pulled into the parking complex of the hospital, cursing the fact that he couldn’t get a spot any closer. It seemed such a petty thing to be concerned about in that moment, but it took his mind off the pain he knew his lover would be in. It was a brief but welcome reprieve. He wouldn’t have long to steel himself, however, and he darted across the parking lot without bothering to check the road. Someone laid down on their horn, nearly slamming into him as he passed. He flipped them off with little regard, continuing his set path. Nothing would keep him away from Svetlana. Not when he knew she would need him so desperately.

  The hospital operated as usual, as if a wonderful life had not been callously stricken from the world. He swallowed a cry of despair as he came to the elevators, only to hear his name called from the opposite direction.

  “Jackson, what are you doing here?” Svetlana called out, her voice shaking with sadness. He darted towards her, taking stock of her appearance as he grew closer. Klaus clung desperately to her side, his face buried in the side of her skirt. She had a hand tangled in his blonde curls, and his body shook with unrestrained sobs. Jackson could only mourn the happiness that had been ripped away from the boy, and at such an early age. For her part, Svetlana seemed to be taking things as well as possible. Trails of tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but she wasn’t sobbing outright, so that was a small blessing.

  “I told you I was on my way. I didn’t think you’d want to be alone. Neither of you,” he managed, gently crouching to rest a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. The boy quaked uncontrollably, and Jackson looked up at Svetlana with sympathy in his gaze. Somehow, she seemed more troubled than when he first saw her. She drew her lip between her teeth scrutinizing him in a way he wasn’t quite sure he liked.

  “I didn’t expect you to leave work. I didn’t… I didn’t want to actually see you right now,” she muttered. He felt his heart clench in his chest, and he rose to his feet. He couldn’t stop the wounded expression that crossed his face, but he tried to control his desire to demand answers. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, hesitating for a long moment before speaking. “Klaus is in my care now, Jackson. I’m all he has left. And… he needs stability more than ever in this trying time,” Svetlana managed. Jackson drew back as if stricken, a dozen thoughts racing through his head. What was she saying? What could she possibly be implying?

  “Svetlana, I just thought that I should be here for you,” he managed weakly, and she hesitated before reaching out to touch his cheek.

  “I’ll talk to you at work next week, alright? I have to make arrangements for someone to watch Klaus during my work hours, and… can we please just discuss this when I come back?” She pleaded. Jackson looked between the woman and the child who had been abruptly placed into her care. His heart sank at being a burden upon the two of them at such an awful moment.

  “Of course. Please… keep in touch with me,” Jackson murmured, leaning in to press his lips to Svetlana’s. She turned her head at the last second, and he planted a chaste kiss to her cheek instead. Alarm bells were going off in his mind, but he didn’t have time to consider them. He simply turned his back on the two, slinking away from the scene like a scolded child. He wasn’t sure why Svetlana was being so unreceptive to his attention, but he could only give her the space she requested. She deserved that much.

  The following days were agonizing, and Jackson couldn’t help feeling wounded
that he had not been invited to Natalia’s funeral. He knew he wasn’t that close to the woman, but he could have at least been a crying shoulder for his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure what was going through her mind, but it was if she were trying to lock him out of her life altogether. He tried not to overthink things, however, and waited for the return of the woman he loved. Any doubts he’d had in his mind dissipated in the time they’d been apart, though he knew he couldn’t abruptly confess his feelings after such after such a tragedy had taken place. He would give Svetlana time to recover, he would be there as much as she needed; as much as she would allow anyway. He would even offer to pay for a babysitter for Klaus during the day, if that was what burdened her thoughts so. He would see that the two wanted for nothing. He wasn’t at a point in his life where he was prepared to be a father figure, but perhaps a cool uncle would do. The kid could use his share of spoiling after all this.

  He just had to convince Svetlana to simply speak to him. He was beginning to feel as if she no longer wanted him, though that certainly couldn’t be the case. She had no reason to be upset at him specifically, at least as far as he was aware. It wasn’t as if he had willingly turned his back on her, she had forced him to.