I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

by Krista Lakes

  Chapter 4

  I heard them talking and laughing for a while down in the living room while I tried to fall asleep. Then I heard his door shut. Mercifully, I fell asleep before he decided to torture me like he did in high school.

  When I woke up the next day, all I wanted to do was take a shower. I had set up all my stuff to take a shower last night, but decided that sleep was what I wanted more at the time. Right now, I could hear someone in there, but it would be so nice to finally get some time in that water.

  I kept playing on my phone until I heard the water turn off. A moment later, I heard James' door shut, and I immediately went to use the shower myself.

  It was a disaster area.

  My shaving cream was sprayed in a circle on the mirror. In the middle of the circle, my eyeshadow had been used to draw a pair of eyes and my lipstick had been used to draw a mouth.

  My jaw dropped. That jerk used to do this to me all the time in high school, messing with my stuff just to keep me on my toes. His invasion of my privacy was what led me to create the secret compartment in my dresser. However, we weren't in high school anymore, and I didn't feel like playing these stupid games. I was a new woman, not to be fucked with. I turned the water on in the shower quickly, then decided this had to be dealt with now.

  I stormed out of the bathroom and over to his bedroom. “Hey, asshole,” I started, barging in without knocking. “You-”

  James stood there, back to me and completely naked. Water still dripped in tiny rivulets down his hair and onto his back. I could see that perfectly sculpted ass and that muscular back. He turned his head toward me, then gave me that infuriating smirk. “Yes?”

  For a moment, his cockiness jolted me out of my shock. “We're not in high school anymore. You can't mess with...” I trailed off as he continued to turn his body toward me, his massive cock hanging there between his legs. Water still beaded on the head of it. My eyes fixated on it, and I lost my train of thought. “You...”

  “You shouldn't have looked, dear sister.” That cocky smirk stayed on his face as he gestured to his very impressive cock. He was like a chiseled marble statue. “Now you're going to compare every man you ever sleep with to this.”

  I could feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment. Still, I had to break away. “You- you- don't touch my stuff, you jerk.” My voice sounded hollow even in my own ears. I turned and reached for the doorknob. I made the mistake of turning back around to give him one last angry look, and saw that he had just started to get a little hard.

  I turned and fled to the bathroom.

  In the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw him naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he do that?

  I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.

  But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was fully aroused. I let my imagination wander. I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...

  I had to stop this!

  I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own juices.

  As I rubbed myself, I thought about my days back in high school. This wouldn't be the first time I touched myself while thinking of him.

  I thought of that time when I was still a virgin, when I heard him sneak in with some bimbo from high school. I had never even seen a pornographic movie at that point, but the girl moaned like a professional. My brother kept trying to keep her quiet, kissing her and telling her to shut up, but the wall we had shared was thin. I had furiously played with myself while thinking of myself making those kinds of noises underneath him, and it had been a favorite fantasy of mine for a long time.

  I kept rubbing my pussy, thinking that if he were in this shower with me, I'd be making those sounds now. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as the first orgasm of the day coursed through my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I remembered the sounds she made, the way she seemed to lose control.

  I had done this more often than I cared to admit, even to myself. I loved the way he treated me, even if I hated it at the same time. I'd do anything for men who treated me like James did. My senior year, a boy named Justin had teased me. He barely held a candle to the way that James had gotten under my skin, but I had fallen for it all the same. After he had seen Tessa and I at the movie theater, he had offered us a smoke. He made fun of me for coughing, and we started talking. Tessa left shortly after that, but I stayed.

  It was one insult after another with him, and it had somehow worked on me. I had followed him back to his car. He had known that I wanted to get fucked, but he hadn't known that I was a virgin. In the dark back of that car, I had imagined James crawling on top of me. Even as the boy fumbled with his junk and showed me just how inexperienced he was, I imagined James, and I tried my best to moan like that slut on the other side of the wall.

  As I played with myself in the shower, I wanted to moan just like I had then. For a moment, I lost myself in the moment, and a tiny squeak left my body. As I realized how many people could hear me if I had a full-on orgasmic moan, I swallowed a gasp and took my hand away. I couldn’t do this. I was going to drive myself crazy.

  I rinsed off quickly. I needed to get clothes on. Right now. The rest of the day around James was going to be torture.

  Chapter 5

  I wanted to look my best tonight, even if I was just going to go out with Tessa. There were a lot of guys home for Christmas and maybe I could pick up someone to take my mind off of James. I picked out my best thong panties and a black lace bra. It had a hot pink bow tie between the cups and would go perfectly with my new dress. After I slipped them on, I studied myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door.

  The cups were pushups, and made my firm little breasts look more tempting than they deserved to be. The black lace thong fit nicely, and when I turned, I saw that they made my little butt look rounder. Yet again, I was amazed at what the right clothes could do for a girl. At the thought, I remembered my heels and Nicole’s promise, and decided to slip them on and see if she was right.

  After buckling the straps, I stepped back in front of the mirror and turned side to side, studying the attractive shape of my calves, feet, and ankles in the black heels. But most impressive was the way it made by butt look so firm and pert. If I never fully understood the appeal of good high heels before, I did now. They made a girl look ready to breed, her legs shaped desirably, her butt in the air as if ready and willing to bend over and be taken at a moment's notice. I wondered if that had been the intent of their designers all along.

  I hoped someone worth hooking up with would be at the restaurant tonight. I was way too horny to come back home drunk and sleep in the room next door to James’s without getting some relief first. In fact, if I couldn't find someone, I’d just ask Tessa if I could crash at her place. At least then I wouldn't be home.

  I stepped into the dim lights of Annie's Place. The scents and sounds of the restaurant washed over me and flooded me with familiar memories. I had spent many an award ceremony dinner and awkward date here. It was the closest restaurant to the high sc
hool, and as such, ended up as the local favorite place to do anything. It helped that the food was actually really good.

  I took two steps up to the host station before seeing Tessa's dark hair and veering right. The high school hostess watched me walk past her with bored eyes, not even bothering to stop me. She was probably very used to people just walking in and finding their friends at tables. I easily navigated the worn wooden tables and chairs to the small table where Tessa was.

  “Hey, stranger,” Tessa greeted me, standing to give me a hug before sitting back down in her wooden chair. “Long time no see. Looking good!”

  “Thanks.” I blushed a little. It was still new to me to see people from my old life, especially when I had tried so hard to become someone new. “You look pretty good yourself.”

  “You're such a nice liar,” Tessa teased, fluffing her dark hair. She looked exactly the same as I remembered her. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a style all her own.

  “You order yet?” I asked, settling in my own comfortable wooden chair and picking up a menu. It was the same selection from when I had last been here, but it was customary to at least look at it. The setting was rustic, but comfortable, much like the food.

  “Just an order of the artichoke dip,” Tessa answered. “I don't know how they do it, but I swear, it just gets better every time.”

  “It's because they put crack cocaine in it,” I said. Annie's Artichoke Dip was world renown. It was possibly the best thing I had ever eaten in my life, and I had eaten some good tasting things in New York. “I think that's the only thing in Springfield I've actually missed.”

  “What about me?” Tessa pouted, sticking out her lower lip as far as she could and making it tremble.

  “I carry you with me everywhere I go,” I told her. I put my hand on my heart and made my face as serious as I could. “I love you, Tessa.”

  Her pout instantly vanished and she grabbed my hand. “Aww, I love you too, baby.”

  We held our serious faces for a moment before dissolving into a fit of giggles. It was as if we had never been apart. Sometimes, we were such children, but that's why I loved Tessa. Now that I was sitting here with her, I couldn't believe I had neglected our friendship. She was my best friend for a reason. I had missed her.

  “You want anything to drink? I know the bartender. He'll get us drinks if you want,” Tessa offered.

  I shook my head. “Maybe later.” It was practically a right of passage to drink underage here, but I was more interested in catching up than getting drunk.

  Tessa took a big sip of her water and grinned at me. “So, you'll never guess who our waitress is.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Do you want me to even try?”

  She just grinned wider and set her menu down. “Nah, she's bringing us our crack cocaine dip now.”

  Just then, a beautiful pregnant woman set the large round serving tray with the cheesy goodness in the center of our table. I didn't recognize her at first, but took a closer look as Tessa grinned like a jack-o-lantern.

  “Audrey?” Her identity hit me like a brick. Beautiful, glowing, and very pregnant, but definitely the high school queen bee that had made my life a living hell, Audrey Lipman.

  “Allison Masters? Oh my god!”

  “You're working here?” I couldn't think of anything else to say. Tessa was smirking like a Cheshire cat as she dug into the appetizer.

  Audrey shrugged. “It's more for something to do until the baby is born,” she said before splitting into a big smile. “You look amazing, by the way. I totally didn't recognize you. You look like something out of a New York guidebook. It really suits you.”

  “Thank you,” I replied. It was impossible for me to resist her infectious friendliness. I didn't think we had ever shared this many civil words in one sitting before. She was a totally different person. “You look great, too. You're glowing.”

  Audrey's smile grew bigger while Tessa's eyes were about ready to pop out of her head. Audrey ran her hands over her growing, beautiful belly. “Thank you. Say thank you, little Eva,” she said, to her belly.

  “What a pretty name,” I said. It was simple yet elegant. If the girl ended up looking anything like her mother, she would suit the name. I hoped the girl got her mother's new personality rather than the one I had known in high school, though. “How many weeks are you?”

  “Thirty-two on Monday,” she answered. “Anyway, enough about me. Are you ready to order, or do you just want to work on the dip for a little bit?”

  “Just the dip for now,” Tessa interrupted. I frowned slightly, but nodded when Audrey looked at me.

  “Okay. I'll be going on break in a few minutes, so if you need anything, just let Katie know.” Audrey motioned to a slender, fresh from high school girl taking an order from another table before tucking her small pad of paper into her apron pocket. “I can't get over how great you look, Allie. The new look really suits you.”

  With that, Audrey walked away. I sat staring after her, watching her hips wiggle in only the way that a pregnant woman walks.

  “What. The. Fuck. Was. That.” Tessa rolled her eyes.

  “What?” I asked, innocently.

  “Oh, Audrey, you look great! How many weeks are you? Can I hold your baby?” Tessa raised her voice to a high feminine squeal that sounded nothing like me. “Since when did you fall in love with Audrey? The girl would have stoned you on the gym floor if she could have gotten student council approval.”

  “Yeah, but it's different now. She's pregnant.”

  “Are you serious?” Tessa nearly did a spit take. As it was, she choked a little on her water. “I forgot you love babies. She's an idiot.”

  I shrugged. “What does Austin think of being a father?”

  “Oh, you don't know that part.” Tessa grinned wickedly. “It's not his.”

  “What?” I did a little mental math. “But, if she's thirty-two weeks, then she was pregnant at the end of the school year. They were together then.”

  “Not his. Some guy from Fairport, I guess. Audrey refuses to say anything else about him.” She shrugged and took a big chip full of dip. I was so distracted that I hadn't even had any dip yet, but it was almost half gone.

  “Nothing?”

  “Nope.” Tessa lowered her voice and glanced around conspiratorially. “My friend works at the hospital and says that her bills are all getting paid by some sugar daddy. It's quite the scandal.”

  “Wow.” I leaned back in my chair and had to pull my chin off my chest in amazement. “How did Austin handle it?”

  “Not well. Few months ago, he made a huge scene at Casey's. Called her a slut in front of everyone and everything. It was glorious. You would have loved it.”

  I imagined Audrey being humiliated, but I couldn't get any pleasure from it. Usually, her downfall would have made me wet myself with joy, but picturing her pregnant when it happened... “That actually makes me kind of sad.”

  “New York did something to you,” Tessa said, shaking her head. “I knew you liked babies and all, but feeling sorry for her? You remember what she did to you, right? You're nuts.”

  I bit my lip, remembering the utter humiliation she had dealt out. “She was a lot nicer this time.”

  Tessa rolled her eyes. “Baby crazy.”

  “I am not!”

  “You asked her how many weeks she was. Most people ask the due date, but I'm guessing that you know exactly how many fingers and toes the little parasite has at this stage.”

  “Ten toes. Ten fingers. Like most humans,” I retorted. But she was right. I did know. And a part of me was incredibly jealous that perfect Audrey had yet something else I wanted. It was a different kind of jealousy than I had felt in high school, but still just as potent. “Anyway, share some of that dip.”

  “Mine!” Tessa hissed, grabbing at the bowl and trying to hide it away from me.

  “Yup. Crack cocaine.” I shook my head slowly at her, knowing that we were back to our normal games. “You might have an addict
ion problem.”

  Tessa laughed and released the bowl, pushing the carrot sticks at me. They were my favorite and she had saved them for me. “So, tell me all about New York. I want to know everything.”

  Chapter 6

  A couple hours later, and several more orders of artichoke dip, Tessa and I had completely caught up. It was as if we had never been apart. She loved hearing all my stories about New York, and I listened with rapt attention as she shared the sordid details of everyone who had stayed in town. Tessa seemed to know all the good secrets.

  The restaurant was slowing down for the night. It was time for all the high schoolers to head home, so most of the booths had cleared out and were now just filled with graduates and parents. The bar in the back was lively with a football game playing on the TV.

  Aubrey dropped off our bill with a smile. I tried not to stare, and tried even harder not to feel the twinge of jealousy I felt looking at her stomach. I wondered what it felt like to have a life grow inside of me. How wonderful she must feel knowing that she was creating life.

  I wanted that.

  “When's the last time you got laid?” Tessa asked, cocking her head to the side. I handed her my portion of the bill. “I ask, because you are crazy good tipping a pregnant chick, and I have to think that you are projecting jealousy at getting some.”

  “Shut up.” I rolled my eyes at her. She waited patiently for an answer. My eyes would fall out of their sockets with rolling before she let up. “Not that long, okay?”

  “Okay. Well, don't look now, but Dennis Kamp is staring at you from the bar,” Tessa informed me as she finished off the last of our dip.

  “Seriously?” I blushed. I had a crush on him all through high school. Tessa knew this, which was probably why she was pointing it out. I risked a glance behind me. He was sitting at the edge of the bar with a beer and staring at our table.

  He was just as gorgeous as I remembered. Tall, dark and handsome. He had a tattoo on his arm that I didn't recognize, but it gave him a dangerous air that I found rather appealing. I wondered if James had any tattoos that I didn't know about.