Billionaire In Rehab: The Complete Series (Alpha Billionaire Romance Holiday Love Story)

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by Claire Adams


  Laughing to myself, I finally laid down. My sleep schedule had been off for weeks. Really, it had been off since that night out drinking with Rebecca and my other friends. Now I was up until three or four in the morning almost every night and sleeping until noon during the day. I didn’t mind the schedule very much, but it just made me feel a bit lazy.

  Tomorrow I would again have to stay up late because I needed to hike into the woods to get my final photograph for my show. I had scoped out the perfect spot at the top of a steep hill. If I lay just right on the hill, I will be able to see the Milky Way, a huge fir tree, and a half moon. I was hoping the moon would have a ring of red around it like the forecast I followed had suggested. But there was no way to confirm that for sure. I would just have to see if the weather worked in my favor.

  I slept in the next day and waited until after ten at night to hike into the woods. Throughout the day, I had looked for Chris, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided against stopping by his house. The thought of all those guns inside was freaking me out a bit. As I walked to the wooded area I couldn’t help but look up at the stars; they were beautiful and there was not a cloud in the sky. The moon was perfect also. It had the red ring around it and I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect picture to end my show with.

  I moved slowly and deliberately up the wooded hill. It was much steeper at night than it had been during the day. Without being able to see each step I was taking, it made me extremely uncomfortable. I let my foot settle into each step, ensuring that my boots had a firm grip on the land before moving. It was hard to see if something was loose or if I was about to run into a branch or anything like that. I kept my arms out to ensure I didn’t run right into something.

  The higher I got up the hill, the more light from the moon shown down on me. I could see my way much easier when I got near the top. Finally, I stood and enjoyed my perfect view. I took a couple pictures standing and then lay in the spot I had thought was going to be perfect. I took more and more pictures trying to find that feeling. I wanted the feeling that I had my perfect picture, but it eluded me.

  I repositioned myself to the side of the hill that I had climbed up, hoping that my perfect picture would be there. I took more and more pictures. Nothing! None of them looked like I wanted. I tried to reposition myself again, but as I moved my foot I slipped on a rock and went tumbling down the side of the hill. Head over feet, I tumbled at least three times before my leg struck a tree and stopped my momentum. The shock of the moment had me screaming out in pain.

  As I calmed myself, I started to realize I wasn’t actually in a lot of pain. I inventoried my body from my head to my toes. I had a gash on my forehead that seemed to be bleeding pretty profusely but most everything seemed to be working alright. My ankle was probably broken, as it hurt horribly when I tried to wiggle it. All in all, I wasn’t in that bad of shape. I felt around for my camera and it was still strapped around my neck. Then I looked up at the moon.

  This was the perfect picture, I held the camera up and snapped a couple frames.

  “Are you alright?” I heard a voice yell from the bottom of the hill.

  “Yes!” I yelled back. “I’m just taking pictures and I slipped. I think I broke my ankle.”

  “Katelyn?”

  “Yes,” I said tentatively.

  Within a minute, Chris was standing there. It amazed me at how fast he was able to climb up that hill. I had taken at least twenty minutes and he just moved swiftly and with precision, just fast quick steps up the hillside and straight to me.

  Chapter 9

  “What are you doing up here in the middle of the night?” Chris scolded me.

  “I had to get a photo.”

  “I hope it was worth it, you look like you almost died.”

  He took off his shirt and pressed it up against my head. Again with the shirtless body, it was an immediate distraction. Even in my state of pain, I could still appreciate the defined muscles of his body.

  “It was,” I smiled.

  I then pulled my camera up and clicked a photo of him standing over me. It was an innocent photo, just for fun. The look that filled his eyes was nothing at all fun though.

  “Delete it,” he demanded.

  “Oh why, you look so chivalrous coming to my rescue,” I joked.

  The joke did not sit well with him at all. A scowl came across his face and his eyes hardened. I really had no choice but to delete it. I was no match for him.

  “Thank you.”

  His face softened right back up the second I deleted the photo.

  “I don’t think I can walk, my ankle is hurt.”

  “Well, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

  Without another word, his arms swept under me and lifted me up. I held on for dear life and he made fast work of descending the large hill. His power was more than I could have imagined by looking at him, or even when I touched him. Each muscle moved precisely with the others and he seemed to not even need to look out for the trees. He moved with large steps around all the obstacles until we reached the bottom of the hill.

  “I can try walking from here so you can rest,” I said as I saw sweat forming on his brow.

  “That’s ridiculous. Just hang on, we’ll be home soon.”

  He didn’t even consider my idea. His arms continued to hold me firmly against his body as he made his way down the sidewalk back toward our homes. I watched him as he walked and there was a determination in his face that I had not seen on another person ever. I know that I must have been heavy by now. Even my tiny frame would wear on a normal person. Chris seemed a little superhuman. His muscles bulged as he walked with big strides. It took about ten minutes and we were finally at my door.

  “Set me down, I can walk from here.”

  “Where’s your key?”

  “It’s unlocked.”

  “Really Katelyn, you leave your door unlocked in the middle of the night?”

  He scowled me again, but I just smiled as he brought me in and set me down on the couch. I waited for him to sit down next to me. He had to have been exhausted, but he never stopped to rest. Instead, he went to the bathroom and looked through the cabinets, coming back with my small first aid kit.

  “How bad is it?” I asked as he looked at my head.

  “You’ll live,” he smiled.

  I sat there with my lips only inches away from his stomach as he stood and cleaned up my head cut. Every part of me yearned to let my lips touch his body. I imagined the salty taste of his sweat on my lips.

  I licked my lips.

  “Don’t move, I’m cleaning this.”

  “I’m sorry,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

  “Stop smiling. You could have been really hurt.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He finished up with my head and moved to my ankle. As he pushed on it, and maneuvered it, I didn’t feel like it was as bad as I first thought.

  “Severely bruised and possibly sprained, but I don’t think it’s broken.”

  “Thank you,” I said as I licked my lips again.

  It was unconscious at first, but as I finished licking them, I realized how intently he was watching my lips. He wanted them. Our eyes locked onto each. His eyes had hunger in them that I couldn’t describe. The best way I think would be the feeling of lust. My breath quickened as he moved closer to me. He sat down on the footstool and let his hands gently touch my knees.

  “You’re welcome,” Chris said as his eyes panned down to my thighs.

  I had been wearing some tan hiking shorts and a white tank top. They both now had splatters of blood on them. Without warning, Chris thrust my legs apart and moved down onto his knees in between them. He left his hands on my thighs as he leaned in and kissed me.

  This time the kiss didn’t start sweet at all. It was filled with passion and desire. He acted like he couldn’t hold it in another second and had to taste me. Chris wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me in tight against him. His mouth wrapp
ed around mine and his tongue searching throughout my mouth. His hands reached around to my tank top and grabbed the bottom of it, slowly pulling it up and over my head. My white lace bra was exposed, but he made quick work of releasing me from it.

  I turned my neck to the side as Chris let his mouth move from my lips down the nape of my neck. Soon he reached my nipple and pulled it into his mouth tightly. The force at which he sucked sent tingles of pain and desire throughout my body. He sucked hard and I arched my back to press into the motion. The more he sucked, the more I pressed toward him. I could have cum right there if he had continued with that hard sucking motion. Instead, he let his lips move down my stomach and gently pressed me back onto the couch. He lingered around my waist to my shorts as his hands slipped up and unbuttoned them.

  “Lift,” he ordered.

  I obliged him and lifted my hips off the couch. He pulled my shorts and panties off in one swift motion.

  His hands thrust my hips apart and his lips kissed up my thighs to my wetness.

  I inhaled, trying to catch my breath. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.

  Chapter 10

  If I thought he was good at kissing, that was nothing compared to his other oral skills. I held on to the couch as my body pulsed against his tongue. He moved fast and hard, then slow and soft. I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next. My body didn’t know either. I could feel the build-up and I tightened my thighs around him to try and slow his progress. There was no stopping him though; he grabbed my ass and held me tightly against his tongue. I tried to pull away, but that just made him more determined.

  As my body started to fill up and I couldn’t take another moment, I relaxed and let myself cum and a shiver of ecstasy flowed through me. Surely he would stop now; I had just given in to his pleasure. He stood up quickly and I could see the bulge in his pants. His desire for me was strong and I felt the same. I wanted him. Even after the shiver of the explosion, I still longed to feel him inside of me.

  Without hesitation, he threw my naked body over his shoulder and he made his way up the stairs toward my bedroom.

  “What are you doing?” I giggled. I was feeling a bit silly with my bare ass in the air.

  “Quiet down,” he laughed as he swatted my butt.

  He gently threw me onto the bed then stood there looking at me. The hard desire of his eyes was no match for me and I looked away. I heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of them hitting the ground and my curiosity got the best of me.

  I looked with the intention of only glancing quickly, but when I saw him standing there in all his glorious hardness I couldn’t look away. His body was chiseled even more than I could have imagined. Muscles stretched over every last part of him. I watched as his cock stood erect for me and without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.

  The action seemed to set off a burning need in him and Chris was on top of me within seconds. His swift movement to fill me up had me gasping for breath. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face so I was looking right into his eyes as each thrust of him made me moan with pleasure. His deep brown eyes watched me intently as he thrust harder and harder.

  I tried to look away as I felt my body rock with another explosion only moments away. But he wouldn’t allow it. He held my chin firmly and made me face him as his thrusts got harder. My moans got louder and I closed my eyes. If he wouldn’t let me turn away, at least I could close my eyes to avoid the intense heat of his gaze.

  As my body started to tighten up, I stopped moving in motion with him. I could feel the rapture building from my thighs up to my stomach.

  “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

  I did as he said. With our eyes locked together, I felt the second explosion of the night. My body shook with pleasure as he thrust one final time deep inside of me. My legs felt like rubber as he lowered himself on top of me and we kissed gently. I could hardly move as he slid next to me and lifted my head to rest on his arm.

  Not another word was spoken and I quickly drifted off to sleep. My body was exhausted from all that had happened in the space of a few hours. Falling, bleeding from my cut head, hurting my ankle, and his torturous techniques all had my body feeling more exhausted than I ever remembered feeling.

  When the sun finally blazed its way into my window, I felt around the bed for Chris. My eyes still closed I quickly could tell that he wasn’t there. A deep sigh filled my lungs.

  Then my hand ran across a noted that was in the empty spot next to me.

  The note read:

  Beautiful girl. I didn’t want to wake you.

  He was gone.

  Chapter 11

  After having a fabulous night with a guy the last thing I expected was that he would totally disappear. But that is exactly what happened with Chris. After finding his note lying next to me after we had sex, he was gone.

  I went to his house the next morning and knocked on his door. I kept my eye out for days afterward to see if he might be coming home at a weird hour or something. But he was gone. No good bye. No explanation, he was just gone.

  My heart sank as I thought about the night we had spent together and how wonderful it had been. His muscular hands on my body, his lips on my skin; it had been perfect. I really didn’t know what had happened and why he had totally disappeared. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I wasn’t prepared to deal with it. Obviously I didn’t know Chris well, and we had only been neighbors for a short period of time; but I liked him. I found myself thinking about our night together often.

  I remembered his strong arms wrapped around me as he carried me down from the woods. I could still, very vividly, remember his smell that night, a musky mix of sweat and shower gel. My mind could get lost remembering how he had ripped my clothes off and carried me up to my bed. My head was still healing from where I fell while taking the final picture for my art show. My ankle also was still healing from that fall. Every time I looked at either of the wounds my mind went back to that night.

  I could still remember the feeling of his lips on mine. The sweet taste of his tongue as it entered and searched with mine. It was hard to think about anything else than that night I had with Chris. How was a girl supposed to move on when a guy just totally disappeared on her? I didn’t know anything about Chris. Not his last name or what he did for work and certainly I didn’t know where he had gone. I felt like a teenager again, the rejection of a boy not calling. It was all-consuming for me.

  While developing some pictures one afternoon I decided I had to go snoop around his house a little more. He hadn’t come or gone for at least a week and I didn’t feel nervous at all that he would come home. I had woken up at all hours of the night to look and see if he was coming home, but he never did. As I walked over to his house, I looked into the front window. There was the same furniture as before and nothing looked lived in at all. In fact, the whole house looked pretty empty. Or at least as empty as it had before Chris had come.

  Suddenly, it hit me. What if he never came back?

  The thought of never getting to see Chris again made my stomach churn. I don’t know why I had become attached to him so quickly; it wasn’t something I normally did. But then again, I didn’t normally sleep with guys I had just met either. I was a one man kind of gal and this fling had me feeling like I had made a big mistake.

  I was starting to understand why my friends got so crazy when men didn’t call them back. It was horrible to be second guessing how smart I was or how beautiful…all over a guy who didn’t call after having sex. I felt absolutely ridiculous.

  As I made my way around Chris’s house, I kept peering into the windows to see if there was anything unusual going on in there. For all I knew he could be dead in there for the past week and I was getting mad at him for not calling me. I didn’t really know if he had left the house and I figured I should at least check to see if his Jeep was still around.

  The garage seemed a good place to go check
next. The last time I had looked in there it was totally empty and Chris had just moved into the house. I let my hand slowly twist the door handle to the garage and I pushed the door all the way open without going inside. It was difficult to see in there and I knew I was going to have to turn the light on. I thrust my hand into the doorway and felt around on the wall until I ran into the light switch.

  The garage looked empty, except there was one box on a shelf in the corner.

  I walked over to the box and took a deep breath. It would look pretty bad if Chris happened to come home right as I was going through the things in his garage. I ran over to the door and looked around one last time. There were no cars and no one even near the house.

  The box was loosely shut without any tape or anything over it. I certainly wouldn’t have cut through the tape to look inside, or at least that’s what I told myself as I started to open the box. I had never been a super curious person. I let mysteries remain and often figured that if something was important enough I would be told about it eventually. But that was for silly small town secrets. This felt like a bigger secret that I needed to get to the bottom of.

  I don’t know what exactly I was expecting to see in the box, but I felt disappointed when I opened it and just found clothes. I pulled out a shirt and some pants, both black. In fact most of the clothing in the box was black. The fact that all the clothing was black seemed odd since I don’t think I had seen Chris where any black at all since he had moved in.

  As I closed the box up there was a noise outside the garage.

  My heart sank and I froze. I stood still and waited to see what the noise was from. My heart pounded in my chest and I could feel my mouth getting dry as I tried to swallow. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

  I listened intently as I walked toward the doorway and peered outside.

  Then out of nowhere a cat ran away from the side of the garage. I breathed a sigh of relief and shut the garage door behind me. I had to get back to my own garage and finish developing my pictures for my big gallery show. It didn’t matter if Chris ever returned; I still had a life and I needed to continue living.

 

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