Billionaire Romance: Royal Island Yacht Club

by Jennifer King

  “Still,” she continued, “that’s a real shame. I feel bad for all those wives, all those girlfriends. I guess I lucked out then. I found the one perfect apple in the bunch.”

  “Don’t call me perfect,” he sweetly said, as he gently caressed her cheek. “You haven’t gotten to know me yet.”

  “Well I certainly got the tastiest apple in the bunch, I can tell you that.”

  Julianne stole a kiss from Ben before the two were interrupted by a familiar face. Shannon, wearing a satin pleated maxi dress in a deep purple shade. Simon was gone, having since been replaced by a different plaything altogether. The gentleman had the build of a college football player but with the finely honed gaze of a male model.

  “Well, well, well,” said Shannon, as she kissed Julianne across the cheeks, “We can’t seem to get rid of you, Julianne.”

  “That isn’t going to happen for quite a while,” Ben said, as he placed his arm around Julianne’s hips. “I’ve paid for her membership. Introducing the latest member of the Royale Island Yacht Club, Ms. Julianne Wallace.”

  “Congratulations!” cried Shannon. “Ah, isn’t that sweet? It’s just like a fairy tale.”

  “Yeah,” Julianne ironically agreed. “The filthiest, sleaziest fairy tale ever told.”

  “Say, whatever happened to the guy you came with?” Ben inquired. “What was his name, Stephen?”

  “Simon.”

  “That’s right. Such a memorable character.”

  “Simon found himself somebody else to keep company. I won’t tell you who it is because I loathe the wretched woman. But that’s all right, I’ll lure him back with the promise of treats.”

  “And how about this new gentleman here?”

  “This is Howard. Isn’t he something? He screws like a bull.”

  “He looks like one, too.” Julianne quipped. “No offense.”

  “None taken,” replied Howard in a deep, booming voice.

  “He speaks!”

  “When spoken to, he does.” Shannon replied. “But we don’t spend time with each other for our conversation. I’m sure you understand, right?”

  The two nodded in response.

  “Glad to have you with us, Julianne. I assume I’ll be seeing you again soon?”

  “As soon as I’m able.”

  “Lovely. Have a wonderful rest of your evening.”

  Shannon toasted the couple and brought Howard downstairs to join the others in the orgy. Julianne turned and looked out into the sea. That fog returned and filled the air. The thick stream of billowing clouds enveloped the Olympian entirely. Still, the mighty yacht sailed forth without incident. In less than an hour, the fog parted accordingly. The skyline returned to plain view. There was a crystal clear New York evening in Julianne’s future. A server came upstairs to offer the guests any drinks. Ben and Julianne filled up one whiskey in the final moments of the Olympian’s passage.

  Chapter Twelve

  The Olympian arrived just before eight o’clock in the evening. Predictably, the passengers exited the yacht with the utmost sophistication, dignity, and grace. No one would suspect anything illicit from this buttoned-up, black-tie gathering. Some of the passengers entered the Manahawkin estate for a nightcap, while others scattered into their waiting limousines and luxury cars with tinted windows. Ben and Julianne stepped off the boat while holding hands. They looked around for a car.

  “I didn’t actually phone ahead for one,” Ben admitted. “I thought since we were going back to your place, we wouldn’t need to.”

  “Sweetheart,” Julianne smiled, “New Jersey is a lot bigger than it looks on a map. We got a little ways to go before we get back to mine.”

  “Well what do you want to do?”

  “We could either pay for an Uber or…well, it’s basically that.”

  “You know what? I can get us a car. I’ll get us a good driver—one of the best, in fact. A lot more reliable. And we won’t have to wait.”

  As though by magic, Ben conjured a white stretch limousine within two minutes of making his call. The limo pulled into the alcove. The driver stepped about and opened up the passenger door for the couple.

  “Mr. Erickson,” teased Julianne. “You sure know how to spoil a lady.”

  “No, I know how to spoil you.”

  He playfully grabbed her ass as he followed her into the back of the limousine. The driver shut the door and whisked the two away from the Royale Island Yacht Club headquarters.

  Julianne took a moment to drink in her surroundings. The limousine included a fully stocked bar and enough room inside to swing a cat.

  “Jesus Christ,” exclaimed Julianne. “The last time I was in a limo like this, it was my senior prom. Even then, it wasn’t anything like this.”

  “You look like you’re about to say, ‘Now I’ve seen everything.’”

  “Well, now I don’t think I have to say it, do I?”

  Inside the bar was a recently replenished ice bucket that included a bottle of Dom Perignon ‘96. He popped the cork and watched as the foaming discharge of champagne released itself. He poured two glasses. They raised them together in a toast.

  “What are we drinking to?” asked Julianne.

  “To us, and to our new arrangement.”

  They clinked the glasses accordingly and drank.

  “Here’s to my new life with my brand new sugar daddy.”

  Ben chuckled heartily.

  “Sugar daddy? Is that the phrase we’re going with?”

  “Unless you can think of a better one.”

  “It’s okay with me.”

  Ben paused. He drew a deep intake of breath. He had something important that he needed to finally say.

  “You know, Julianne. One of the things I learned about you is that you weren’t exactly the spontaneous type until you came down to the yacht club. Actually, it got me thinking. I’m not sure how spontaneous my own lifestyle is. You see, all that fun and games might look remarkable from the outside, but once you’ve gone through it a few dozen times, it starts to get pretty boring. Just like everything else, really.”

  “I can see that happening.”

  “But it wasn’t until I met you that I realized what was missing. After a certain point, I no longer cared. I fell into a boring routine. And now I’m thinking about my own life. I’m middle-aged, Julianne. It’s a big, big part of my everyday reality. There’s not enough money in the world that can change that, and believe me I’ve tried.”

  Julianne giggled. She waited anxiously for whatever it was that Ben wanted to tell her. She felt like she was being proposed to, and so she prayed passionately that this wasn’t going to be the case.

  “So I want to do something spontaneous, and I want to tell you what I’ve wanted to tell you ever since we got into that beach house.”

  Ben placed his glass down and took Julianne’s hand. He looked her straight in the eye.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  Julianne froze. Her jaw felt as though it was wired shut.

  “I hope I didn’t scare you. I apologize.”

  “No!” blurted Julianne suddenly. “No, you didn’t. Not at all. To be honest, I thought you were going to ask me to marry me.”

  “God, no!” Ben laughed. “A little too soon for that, right?”

  “Well actually,” sighed Julianne, “you falling in love with me after like a day of knowing me? It’s a little too soon for that.”

  Ben straightened his posture.

  “I see.”

  “Look, Ben.”

  Julianne held tightly to his hand.

  “I’m crazy about you. I can’t get enough of you, I can’t stop thinking about you, I want you to remain inside me for the rest of my life, and I think maybe one day I will fall in love with you. And that day might come along a lot sooner than you think. But this is the real world. And in the real world, we take that kind of shit slow.”

  “Ah yes,” Ben eased himself and continued to drink. “You�
�re going to have to allow a learning curve there. I haven’t been a member of the real world in a while.”

  “Listen. When we’re at the Royale Island Yacht Club, I’ll play by your rules. Out here, for the time being, you need to play by mine.”

  “Understood. Still, ‘sooner than you think.’ Could be worse.”

  “It could be even sooner if you play your cards right.”

  “Oh? And what does that involve?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  Julianne gulped the rest of her champagne down. She loosened his bowtie and gently peeled his neckline open. She softly kissed the exposed flesh and slowly undressed her lover. Ben pushed Julianne’s hair back behind her ears and kissed her tenderly. He helped her remove the straps and allowed the dress to drop to the ground. He placed his fingertips against her upper abdomen and planted tiny little kisses up and down her trembling chest. She lowered Ben’s trousers and effortlessly slipped his boxers down. They kissed each other wildly, both resting on their knees as they gave themselves over to their absolute, unrestrained desire for one another.

  Julianne’s hands wandered down to Ben’s surging, powerful cock. She was just about to place the erection in her mouth when something caught her eye. The driver’s rear window appeared to be open halfway.

  “Ben, I have to ask…is the limo driver watching us?”

  “You’re not into that? I thought you wanted to go deeper with the whole voyeurism thing. That was sort of the whole idea.”

  “Yeah,” sighed Julianne, “you probably should have asked me first.”

  “Sorry about that,” Ben grinned. “I thought you’d find it sexy.”

  “I find it sexy when you ask.”

  “Understood. Still, are you sure? It’s always worth doing it in the back of a limo.”

  “Oh, I still want to do it.” Julianne nodded vigorously. “I just don’t want anyone to watch this one. I want this to be between us.”

  Ben nodded to the driver. The window closed shut. They were now alone.

  They fell onto the floor. They could feel the limousine cruise smoothly up the New Jersey Turnpike toward Julianne’s destination. Julianne turned away from Ben and mounted his chest. She took up his hardness and lapped it up while she sat right on top of Ben’s face. His tongue sensitively caressed her raging clit. Her thighs dropped down until her knees were fully rested. Ben managed to slip his tongue inside her luscious pussy lips. He drank her; she drank him.

  Julianne licked his dick clean. Ben blithely pushed Julianne back onto the floor as he climbed on top of her. He entered softly. Her breath quivered in his ears. His hand slipped behind her back. Her legs locked themselves above his backside, as she guided his thrust into hers. They swayed from side to side according to the direction and speed of the limousine. It felt as though they were making love on top of a cloud floating peacefully en route to nowhere. It was among the greatest feelings of Julianne’s life.

  At the moment of her climax, Julianne grabbed onto Ben’s cheekbones and kissed him with all of the strength in her heart. She ordered Ben to come inside her. His thrusting quickened. She could feel his cock pounding in and out of her moisturized snatch, like fists against a punching bag. By now, her face was oval-shaped. Her screams were so orgasmic that they were mostly silent, save for a few passionate screeches of delight.

  When he was finished, Ben lay his head between Julianne’s breasts. They may have stopped moving, but the vehicle was still elegantly weaving from one lane to another. The serenity of the limousine ride lulled the lovers into a brief napping state. Their afterglow was interrupted by one particularly visceral bump in the road. After they were jolted back awake, Julianne and Ben put their clothes back on and enjoyed the rest of their champagne bottle.

  Julianne took Ben into her modest apartment while wearing the biggest wince of her life. She was convinced that Ben would be out of her life like a shock if he saw how she truly lived. Instead, Ben threw himself onto the futon and basked in the luxury of a simpler life. Julianne went into the kitchen and opened up a bottle of Malbec. They curled up together, drank half of its contents, and made love once again before passing out for the evening.

  **********************************************************

  They both woke up at around six o’clock in the morning. Their phone alarms synchronized.

  “Julianne, you have to wake up this early, too?”

  “Welcome to my life. Do you have time to stay for a cup of coffee at least?”

  “Darling, I wish I could, more than anything. Unfortunately, I have an extremely important meeting with a few of our Japanese shareholders. I need to get to the office as fast as possible.”

  He threw on his outfit quickly. Julianne looked at Ben as though she was never going to see him again.

  “You’ll call me, right? You’re not just blowing me off like every seemingly decent guy I’ve ever met right?”

  Ben stopped. He kissed her, as only a man falling deeply in love can kiss a woman.

  “I’m going to leave my number. I want you to call me later tonight. I’m not going anywhere, Julianne. I promise you that.”

  “Good. Because remember what I said about me falling in love with you sooner or later?”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s getting sooner…”

  Ben kissed her goodbye. He ran downstairs to catch a company car that was already waiting for him. Julianne leaned against the locked door and sighed like a teenage girl who was head over heels. She slowly dropped to the ground. She allowed herself a moment to sit on the floor, gather her thoughts, and try to make sense of the whirlwind she had just experienced.

  Julianne reluctantly slumped off to the office. She appeared tranquilized to her co-workers, all of whom had been speculating and gossiping about Julianne’s whereabouts for the past twenty-four hours. Julianne heard the whispers. She didn’t care.

  After a brief dressing-down from her shrill supervisor, Julianne returned to sitting at her desk, getting paid to do nothing important for all eternity. For ten minutes, Julianne answered phone calls and e-mails about absolutely nothing of interest to her. All she wanted to do was return back to the Royale Island Yacht Club, where money was no object and pleasure ruled the day. She wanted to call up Ben and find an immediate excuse to ditch work once again.

  Suddenly, Julianne remembered.

  Wait a second, the deal! What am I even doing here?

  She switched off the computer and marched into her supervisor’s office.

  “I quit,” said Julianne.

  “Pardon me?” The supervisor winced.

  “I quit. I no longer have any use for this job. It’s pointless, it’s taking me nowhere fast, and the reason I wasn’t at work yesterday is that two sexy billionaires were fucking me like animals, both at the same time, at a private yacht club. Now, I have myself a sugar daddy who’s crazy about me, and I’m not sure why I even came into work in the first place. Force of habit, I expect.”

  Julianne stood up. The supervisor was rendered speechless.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll never put you down as a reference, you’ll never hear from me again, and I wish you and the rest of these drones the best of luck. Ciao!”

  It turned out that a few of Julianne’s former work colleagues were listening to Julianne’s impromptu resignation speech. The declaration of Julianne’s threesome sent shockwaves throughout the cubicles and beyond. Julianne stepped out and continued walking ahead. She looked back at the gawking witnesses.

  “Oh, get over it!” She cried.

  Julianne climbed into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed shut, she began to cackle. It seemed as though Julianne’s newfound sense of spontaneity was willing her to seek out ever greater thrills. She texted Trisha to arrange a happy hour date, promising that Trisha would hear about everything. They were to meet for drinks at five. Julianne spent the day wandering around the park, resting on public benches, wasting time in second-hand bookstores, and dreaming about Ben E
rickson.

  For the first time in Julianne Wallace’s adult life, she felt content with where she had ended up.

  It was just another happy hour for Trisha. She sipped on her long island iced tea and waited for Julianne. She was late. In the meantime, Trisha obsessively checked her phone for text messages, as she couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that Julianne had been murdered in her office by some twisted member of a shadowy elite organization. Then Trisha would remind herself that the thought was in fact ridiculous, and then go back to swiping back and forth on Tinder.

  By the time Julianne finally arrived, she was in hysterics once again. The same laughing fit that seized Julianne in the elevator had returned with a vengeance. Julianne was caught in the doorway, a victim of momentary paralysis as a result of her own giddiness. Trisha couldn’t believe what she was looking at, and a few of the other patrons appeared to be genuinely concerned about this strange woman’s wellbeing. Julianne could hardly breathe.

  “Can somebody get this woman an oxygen tank?”

  “I’m sorry,” said Julianne through barely coherent gasps.

  Julianne finally composed herself enough to properly enter the Ale House. When she finally reached Trisha, the two laughed together like banshees. Trisha led Julianne to the barstool and ordered a whiskey.

  “You’re alive!” joked Trisha.

  “I am!” Julianne agreed. “There were one or two times where I looked like I might not be, but I’m happy to report I survived to tell the tale.”

  “I mean, I thought maybe you’d have an orgy on a boat and slump back into work with a hangover the next day. Never in a million years would I have guessed that you’d spend an entire day there.”

  “Oh, it gets better.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Can you keep a secret?”

  Trisha’s mouth dropped open.

  “You’re kidding.”

  “I haven’t even said it yet.”

  “I know what you’re going to say…”

  “Well actually, I think I have to whisper it…