The Billionaire and The Pop Star

by Silver, Jordan

  The Billionaire and The Pop Star

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover image by Jordan Silver

  Cover photo by ID 28338637 © Artem Merzlenko | Dreamstime.com

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  That’s it. I’m spanking her ass as soon as we get back to the house, right before I fuck her little ass into submission. I watched with the other couple hundred thousand spectators as she gyrated her ass and flaunted what belonged to me for all to see.

  Yes, I know it’s her job as the newest and hottest Pop sensation on the scene today, but we talked about this shit. I have no problem with her performing, but there’s such a thing as going too far.

  She’d come out on the stage dressed conservatively enough in the floor length dress with the split up the middle to her crotch. Even that was a bit risqué for my taste, but I couldn’t expect her to change everything overnight.

  What I didn’t expect, and what was now driving me insane, is the two piece bikini number she was now wearing after dropping the dress, or more to the point, after one of the male dancers had undressed her on stage.

  No one sitting near me could tell that I was seething with rage. I kept my face at ease and my slouch in the chair in the front row of the awards show was that of a man with nothing on his mind but enjoying the show.

  By now everyone knew we were an item, the thirty-five year old business mogul, and the twenty -three year old Pop sensation. We’d been able to keep our affair hidden for all of two months and that only because of my high security. But now the cat was out of the bag and everyone was in our fucking business.

  I wasn’t too worried about it, I just don’t like my personal life splashed across the headlines, but I guess it came with the territory.

  I’d seen her for the first time three months ago. It was at a lingerie show of all things. Not my usual milieu, but my sister had dragged me along since her husband was away on business, and she didn’t want to go it alone.

  I’d sat there prepared to be bored out of my mind for the next two hours or so. I’ve seen and had my fair share of models over the years, and they no longer appealed.

  So imagine my surprise when she came on stage. I had no idea who she was, but from the crowd’s reaction she was someone of note; before she even opened her mouth to sing the place had gone insane.

  It was her voice that caught my attention first, sultry and hot, with an old world flavor to it. When I finally looked up at the stage, my breath had got caught in my lungs.

  She was fucking magnificent. I wondered how many of the men in the audience were focused on her instead of the scantily clad models as they made their way down the runway.

  I know I spent the next three minutes or however long the song was, totally captivated by her. I pulled my phone and cancelled my dinner date and essentially ended the six-month relationship I’d been barely having with another woman.

  I’m a man of action, I’ve learned in the cutthroat world of high finance that there’s no other way to be. When I see something that I want, I go after it. Consequences be damned.

  They had her name highlighted behind her on the stage so I used my phone to Google her. I needed to find out what moves I had to make to acquire her. If she were married, I’d step back. That’s not my style. Anything else, she was fair game.

  Shiane; she was twenty-three years old and had been heating up the charts for the last two with hit after hit since her debut. She’d only been linked with one guy in the past two years. Some on again, off again deal with a kid who was not much older than she. They were having an off period; perfect. If I had anything to say about that, it would be a permanent thing, or until I’d had my fill at least.

  I’m not one for long relationships. I stay as long as they run their course and leave when they’ve grown stale. I have yet to find a woman who could hold my interest for more than a few months at a time. And I always let them know up front what the deal is. Though it seemed women were always saying they were fine with it until the end came.

  Like Cynthia, that night when I’d called to tell her it was over. It wasn’t the most conventional way to do things. Usually, I sent over one of Tiffany’s little blue boxes to ease the blow, but there was no time, so I’d have to do it the next day.

  She started to get upset on the phone and I had to remind her of the words I’d spoken on our first date. She wasn’t too happy, but it will have to suffice.

  As much of a bastard as I am, the thought of pursuing one woman while embroiled with another, just didn’t suit me. After the phone call, I’d sat there and watched the anorexic looking clothe-horses as they pranced up and down the stage.

  There was still a buzz about the hot little starlet who’d just left the stage, and I smiled quietly to myself when I heard some ass behind me tell his friends that he was going to make his move.

  The program said she had one more performance near the end of the show, so I sat patiently and waited. When she came out the second time, I actually sat up in my seat. My back wasn’t the only thing that went ramrod straight.

  Though I didn’t appreciate the comments from the other men around me that night, I had to admit that she was fucking hot, as one of them had claimed. She was dressed pretty much like one of the models; only she’d covered the panty and bra set with a see-through silk robe that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

  She outshone everyone there and it helped that she actually had a body. She was all smooth curves, and her legs, I could already imagine being held between them as I fucked her.

  Whether by providence, or fate, whatever you wanna call it, our eyes met, and in that split second I saw all I needed to know. I don’t think anyone else caught the faltering misstep in her routine, or heard the catch in her voice, but so in tuned was I, that I didn’t miss a thing.

  Chapter 2

  I waited until her number was over and the last call for the models came through the PA. Then I made my excuses to my sister, who thankfully, was involved in a conversation with the woman on her other side so wasn’t paying too much attention, and therefore wasn’t in my business.

  “I’ll be right back sis, there’s something I need to take care of.

  I made my way backstage the way I do most things; like I owned the place. Bypassing scantily clad women and harassed assistants, I avoided their hungry gazes as I kept my gaze peeled for that waterfall of cascading curls.

  She was off to the side surrounded by a bevy of people who were trying to hustle her through a door to the back. I made my way towards them and grabbed her elbow.

  She looked back and up and in her eyes I saw acceptance. She turned to the pushy woman next to her and whispered something before following me. She didn’t really have a choice as I had no intentions on releasing my hold on her.

  As soon as I found an empty room, which turned out to be some sort of storage space, I did something I don’t recall having ever done before, but had been dying to for that last hour or so.

  Crowding her back against the door to keep it closed, I held her eyes as I lowered my head to hers. Licking across her lips, I found the taste of strawberries suddenly intoxicating. I pushed one leg between hers and pulled her body in close as I fed her my tongue.

  “Fuck you’re sweet.” I nibbled from her lips to her ear. �
�You’re coming home with me.”

  “I can’t I…”

  I buried my hands in her hair, pulling her head back. “Whatever it is that you’re about to say won’t make a difference. Feel this.” I pressed her hand against her own racing heart.

  “Now feel this.” Lifting her I pushed my cock into the junction of her thighs where I could feel her hot pussy through the silk of her clothing. “Do you feel that? That means that no one and nothing is going to stand in the way of me having you. We don’t have to fuck tonight, but you’re sleeping in my bed.”

  She seemed overwhelmed by my approach and rested her head against my chest. I took the opportunity to call my sister and make my excuses. “Sis, I’m sending a car for you, something came up and I have to leave.”

  We said our goodbyes and I called my driver who was having an evening off since I’d driven my sister here tonight. He had no problem with the last minute call since he knew he’d be handsomely compensated for the inconvenience.

  “Let’s get out of here.” I don’t know how we escaped the glare of flashing cameras that night, but somehow we did. I’d covered her scantily clad body with my suit jacket and held her under my arm as we made our way to the valet parking where they’d brought my Bugatti around in less then five minutes.

  I held her hand all the way to my home in the car. There were no words spoken between us in the ten minutes or so it had taken for us to get there. I could feel the racing of her pulse and see the apprehension in her eyes.

  When I helped her out of the car in the underground garage, I pressed her up against the door and swallowed her tongue again. She was young and fresh and so fucking sweet she made me ache.

  I loved the way she rubbed herself against my cock, almost as if she couldn’t help herself. “I’m going to enjoy having you under me Shiane.” I took her hand and led her into the building, bypassing the bank of elevators to my own personal lift in the corner.

  She kept her head down, maybe because she didn’t want to be recognized by the doorman and security, or maybe because she was shy, I was inclined to believe it was the latter.

  Once we got to my penthouse, she seemed shy and unsure of herself. I’m not one to buy into preconceived notions. There’s been plenty written about me in the tabloids over the years that bears no resemblance to the truth, and though I hadn’t come across anything inflammatory about her in my little impromptu search, I was sure she dealt with her fair share of bullshit.

  I also had to take into consideration her age. She was young yet, for all that she was world travelled and famous, sometimes those things could hide a multitude of things. Like the fact that her shyness and hesitance was not contrived. My first order of business was to put her at ease.

  Walking over to where she stood in front of the door as if ready to escape at a moment’s notice, I took my jacket from around her shoulders. I kept my eyes on her bent head until I threw the jacket in the general direction of the chair in the corner. Then lifting her chin with the tip of my finger, I looked into her eyes.

  “You have nothing to fear here; it’s like I said, we don’t have to fuck each other tonight. I can maybe hold off until tomorrow, but I want you in my bed, in my arms. What I saw tonight, I would be a fool to waste any time.”

  “Um, what’s your name?” I threw my head back and laughed uproariously. I’m such a beast. I hadn’t even introduced myself. It’s a wonder she hadn’t run away screaming bloody murder.

  “I’m Trace McKenzie.”

  Her eyes widened a bit at my name and led me to my next question. “You know my name?”

  “Everybody knows who you are, don’t they?”

  “I don’t know about everyone, but maybe a good few do. Can I get you something to drink? What do you usually do after a performance, which was magnificent by the way.”

  “I usually have warmed lemon and honey with a glass of water. It helps keep my throat soothed, but I don’t expect you to have that stuff here, so it’s okay.” She bit her lip and looked down at her feet even more shy now. Very endearing.

  I walked over to the in house phone and called down to have them go pick me up what she needed from the all-night market a few blocks over. “That’s taken care of. It should be here in a few. Why don’t we go out onto the patio and relax until they get here?”

  I took her elbow and led her outside where the stars were putting on a show in the night sky. I was amazed at my control, everything in me wanted in her now. But somehow, I knew this, whatever it was between us wouldn’t be rushed.

  I quirked my brow at my thoughts. I’m not one for patience and I’d be the first to admit it. She moved to sit in the chair next to mine, but I had other ideas. Pulling her down into my lap, I didn’t give her time to protest before my lips were covering hers again.

  I couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. She was wearing the same silk robe and underwear she’d worn on stage and her body’s heat seared me. By the time the bell chimed announcing the arrival of her delivery, my hands were buried in her beautiful hair and my cock was digging into her hip.

  I sat her in the seat a little dazed and went to answer the door. in the kitchen I prepared the concoction for her and had a weird sense that I was going to be doing that a lot in the future. That’s something else I never pay too much attention to, the future. I usually let the chips fall where they may.

  “Here love, I hope it’s the way you like it.” she took the tumbler from me and sipped.

  “Umm, perfect thanks Trace.” I hunkered down in front of her and she stopped with the glass halfway to her lips. I held her eyes as I tried to form the words in my head.

  “Do you have any upcoming engagements planned?”

  “I have three weeks until my next show, I don’t go on tour for another couple of months and I just wrapped up in the studio a few days ago.”

  “Then the next three weeks are mine. Let’s go to bed tomorrow is going to be a long day.” I took the empty glass from her and led her inside. She was back to being nervous which was totally understandable.

  “The bedroom’s through there with an en suite bath if you’d like. I’ll find you something to sleep in.” she walked on in the direction I’d pointed out while I turned for the kitchen.

  When I made it back to the bedroom she was in the shower. It took everything I had in me not to go after her. The night sure was turning into one for the books. I’ve never brought a woman home for the sole purpose of just having here there.

  She came out fifteen minutes later and I fought the kick in my heart. she looked like a teenager with her hair brushed out around her shoulders and her face bare of makeup. I walked over and unwrapped the towel she had clutched in her fist.

  “Fuck me, it’s gonna be a long fucking night.” She was perfection. Her tits, which for some reason had been hidden in the robe were magnificent, I would say a DD or close, with pale pink nipples that almost blended into the rest of her flesh. Her waist was tiny, I could easily span it with my hands and her hips had a nice flare to them. All woman and now all mine.

  It was topped off with a homegrown beauty that you never see these days. Pink flesh with a hint of a tan on her cheeks, and the cutest sprinkling of freckles across her perfectly upturned nose.

  “I see you’re a real blonde.” Her whole body lit up with her blush at my mention of the strip of hair over her pussy mound. I kissed the top of her head as I passed her the tee shirt I’d chosen for her to sleep in. Another first, I usually avoided too much familiarity with the women I dealt with. Having her sleep in my favorite old college shirt was very telling in deed, but we’ll see how this plays out.

  “I’ll be right out sweetie, you can watch TV until I’m done or if you’re tired go to sleep.” I left her standing there and went to my own shower before I went back on my word and threw her to the ground and fucked her the way I imagined.

  I barely avoided rubbing one out in the shower; just let the water beat down on me as cold as I could stand it, cooling me do
wn a little. When my felt the slight ping in my heart I held my hands out to wall and hung my head as the water cascaded down on me.

  I knew what was happening to me, knew it down to my bones, should I fight it or let it take its natural course? I’d never felt threatened before, in all my years of playing the filed, there was never a time when my bachelorhood was in danger.

  It was too early yet, or at least that was the crutch I held onto as I turned the water off and stepped out of the marble shower stall. Wrapping a towel around my hips and grabbing another I walked into the bedroom to find her asleep. My new baby was tired.

  I stood over her, taking in the softness of her beauty in sleep. I wonder how many people had ever seen this side of her. I had a brief stab of jealousy at the thought of the boy she’d been linked with. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, going softly so I didn’t awaken her.

  I shook my head at myself after I leaned over and kissed her hair. “So fucking beautiful.” I whispered the words in her ear before heading to the closet for some boxer shorts. No sleeping in the buff tonight, I’d changed the game plan somewhere between seeing her on that stage and handing her that tee shirt.

  I was treading unchartered waters here, so we’ll play it by ear, but there’s always been one constant with me throughout my lifetime. I always play to win.

  I couldn’t help drawing her into my arms when I finally crawled into bed. She just cuddled into my chest and settled, just like this kitten I once had as a child. What the fuck? I haven’t thought of my fucked up childhood or anything to do with it in a long time.

  I looked down at the head on my chest and felt fear for the first time in my life, or at least for the first time in forever. What was I to do with this new thing that was growing inside of me? I have no notion of how to deal with love and all its trappings.