The Virgin Secretary: A Billionaire Romance

by Cross, Veronica

  A second later, he popped up, his eyes filled with mischief.

  “I have a treat for us,” he said. Annika giggled.

  “I don’t know how much more spoiling I can take,” she teased, sitting up and pulling the sheet around her naked body. He opened his hand, and he was holding two green pills. Annika’s sweet smile faded slightly. They were Oxy. Once upon a time, she wouldn’t have hesitated, but things had been going so smoothly. Oxy could lead on such a downward spiral so fast…she had been down that road, and she had not enjoyed the scenery.

  “Have you had these before?” Rhys asked. She hesitated.

  “Yeah.” He grinned boyishly at him and as usual, Annika was smitten by that gorgeous smile.

  “You know you wanna…” he sang to her. He put one in her hand and gave her a glass of wine with which to wash it down. Annika pushed her fears out of her head and downed the pill. It’s a one-time thing – a celebration. It won’t lead to anything…

  Chapter Four: You Know I’m No Good

  The weeks had begun to whiz past without any definition or milestones. When Annika tried to recall this particular point in her life, she found it incredibly difficult to account for the months after Rhys entered her life. She was constantly being whisked off to a party or a club or some other place where the people were frilly, pretentious and loud but as far as she could remember, nothing of substance ever materialized from these encounters. Except liquor and lots of drugs.

  There were bottles of champagne, shots of tequila, dozens of Oxy pills and Molly at every outing. Annika was stoned from the moment she woke until she passed out from excessive use of intoxicants every evening. She rose from restless sleep feeling anxious and sweaty until she popped another pill. The days and nights blurred together and all Annika knew for certain was that she was completely enraptured with Rhys. She saw him every night, and their sex life had reached peaks she had only seen in porn films. The only aspect which was beginning to trouble her was Dickie. It seemed like he was constantly on her case whenever she saw him.

  “You need to slow down, Annie,” he told her one day as she fell into the house. She had been gone for four days without so much as a text to let him know she was alive. “You missed your show at The Pocket Watch on Friday.” Annika blinked at him confused.

  “Tomorrow is Friday,” she told him, uncomprehendingly. He stared at her, his expressive blue eyes naked with worry.

  “Tomorrow is Monday,” he replied quietly. Her rosebud lips parted in surprise, but no words came out. He was shocked to realize just how thin she had gotten in such a short time frame. Her fire laden eyes seemed to have lost their spark lately. There were dark, puffy circles around them and she seemed older but less wise. Dickie had gently led her to the couch and laid her down. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” He would be up extra early to make her a huge, fat filled breakfast. She was beginning to take on the appearance of a person suffering from a terminal illness.

  Yet, when Dickie came downstairs the following dawn, he had found that Annika had slunk off in the night. She knew he was worried about her, but he had nothing to worry about. I’m in love, and I’m going to be a star! Yet even in her highest moments, she couldn’t help but feel an umbra of doubt. Since their first date, Rhys had not mentioned her contract again. Any mention of a recording session was quickly dismissed. Rhys’ constant reassurance was “these things take time, baby.” Of course she trusted him. He adored her. She could tell by the way he looked at her, his eyes aglow.

  “Of course he stares at you,” Dickie snapped when she tried to alleviate his fears regarding Rhys. “Just look at you. I stare at you. You’re a beautiful piece of ass. But that’s all you are to him, Annika. You’re not using your brain.”

  “I thought you always said it was a good thing I’m hot because I’m not that bright,” Annika retorted angrily and tuned him out. He just didn’t understand. He’s still bitter about Kevin. He’s jaded about love and new relationships. Annika and Dickie still lived in the same house, but they didn’t have late night gossip fests or have wine and play silly made up drinking games anymore. Promoters stopped calling her for lineups at local clubs because she had earned a reputation as a no-show. In fact, Annika barely honored any of her gigs anymore, and when she wasn’t being lavished upon by Rhys, she was digging through the sofa for change to buy a dime bag of marijuana and pepperoni sticks. When Dickie had started demanding rent money she began staying away from the house more than she likely would have if he had continued to look the other way. Why can’t he just be patient and wait for my huge payday? He’s working. He can carry me for a bit now. It will be worth the wait. I’ll buy him a mansion. Yet, no matter how she justified it, she knew she was wrong. She tried her best to ignore the guilt she was feeling but Dickie’s words often filtered through her subconscious when she was lying in bed with Rhys. Finally, she built up the courage and confronted Rhys.

  “Baby, I really want to talk about what’s happening with my contract,” she told him one morning. She had just popped a Percocet to stop her hands from shaking, chasing it down with a Screwdriver. The acidity from the vodka and orange juice blend burned her throat.

  “Uh huh,” Rhys replied, barely glancing up from tying his tie. His hair was still wet from his shower, and as Annika watched him dress, she felt like she was already married to him. This is what married couples do; the watch each other get ready for work in the morning and chat about business deals. We are going to be so happy together.

  “Rhys, I – I’m just really excited to start this part of my life. I want to know what’s happening.” He smiled briefly at her through the mirror and Annika felt her tension dissolve. Of course, he knows how I feel. He deals with new talent every day.

  “I know, babe. We’ll get there, but you need to be a little more patient. I have some huge names in the studio right now, so space is really limited for newbies. I thought I had explained this to you already.” Annika felt herself getting embarrassed.

  “You did it’s just…I’m really broke. I haven’t been working since I signed with you and I don’t have any money coming in. Dickie is giving me a hard time about not paying my share and – “

  Rhys interrupted her with a laugh. “You’re worried about money? Why didn’t you just say so? You can stay here. I’ll set up an account for you until you get going.” Annika was so relieved, she almost burst into tears. She flew off the bed and threw herself into his arms. See Dickie! You were worried about nothing! He loves me just as much as I love him!

  “Oh, you’re amazing! I love you!” she cried. He laughed and kissed her forehead. Then he gently pushed her head down with one hand, his other hand unzipping his pants.

  “Prove it,” he growled.

  Dickie had been beyond furious.

  “You cannot move in with that man!” he screamed at her as she collected her meager belongings. She had intentionally waited to spring the news on him because she knew how he was going to react. She was trembling, partially from withdrawal but mostly because she had never handled confrontation well. The truth was, she had wanted to pack up and leave without telling her best friend face to face, but he had unexpected arrived home, catching her in the act of packing up her room, so she was forced to come clean.

  “He is my boyfriend. We love each other. What is wrong with moving in with him?” she replied lightly. She was trying her hardest to diffuse the situation, but Dickie was not about to be disarmed by her attempts.

  “He is not your boyfriend!” Annika had never seen him so incensed. She hadn’t even known he was capable of such rage. He had always been so kind to her, so gentle. At that moment, he reminded her of her step-father on a drunken bender. His tone caused her to pick up the pace. She had never been surer of a decision than she was at that moment.

  “He is you sugar daddy at best, nothing but a middle aged pervert who has set his sights on a young, gorgeous and stupidly impressionable girl, plying her with alcohol and God only knows what t
he fuck else. Look at you! You’re a fucking disaster!” Dickie stepped into the room and grabbed Annika by the shoulders, spinning her around to face the mirror. She was momentarily aghast by her appearance. Her once luxuriant auburn hair had lost its silken sheen, and it fell in an unkempt mass to her waist which was almost non-existent now. She had probably lost fifteen pounds which she could not afford. She tried to remember the last time she had eaten. Or showered. I need to start taking better care of myself. This will all change when I move in with Rhys.

  “I need a haircut. I can afford one now, okay? And yeah, I lost a bit of weight. You can never be too thin or too rich, right?” She tried to turn and smile at Dickie, but he held her firmly in place.

  “Look at your eyes, Annika. You look dead.” She wiggled free of his vice-like grip and glared at him.

  “A good friend would be supportive,” she cried.

  “A good friend wouldn’t let you move into a hotel room with a decrepit deprave!” Dickie yelled back. “One who has turned you into a drug addict no less!” Annika was torn between wanting to laugh and sob. Rhys could hardly be considered old in any universe. However, the remark about the drugs really stuck a blade in her aorta.

  “Drug addict?” she echoed. “I am not a drug addict!”

  At once, a realization shadowed Dickie’s luminous eyes, and he released his friend instantly. He backed up out the door slowly nodding his head.

  “Yes. You are. You need a fix right now.” He gestured at her vibrating hands and sweating armpits. “I can help you if you let me. Just stay here with me. We’ll get things back to how they were before.” Annika strode across the room to the doorway in two strides. She slapped Dickie full force across the face.

  “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! I am moving in with the love of my life. You are just a jealous queen. A pathetic loner. I don’t need your shitty house and your shitty friendship,” she snarled. Tears filled Dickie’s eyes but did not fall. His hand found his stinging cheek, and he rubbed it slowly. He did not look angry anymore only crushed to his core like he had just lost a loved one to an early death.

  “Annie, if you leave this house and go to Rhys, please don’t ever come back here. Even to visit. Lose my number and forget we ever met. I don’t want to watch you die.”

  Annika was already bounding down the stairs without her bags. She had decided to abort the packing mission altogether. Rhys will buy me a new wardrobe.

  “Go fuck yourself, Richard!” The door slammed behind her.

  Chapter Five: If Loving You is Wrong

  Although Annika would never have admitted it to anyone, things were not going as well as she had hoped with Rhys. At the start, she had lounged around the suite all day, watching soap operas and snorting an endless supply of Oxy. Rhys had followed through with a generous bank account for her, and she had almost depleted her allowance by the end of the first week, splurging on shoes and clothes. I’ll pay back every cent. Room service was constantly running up bottles of wine to the point that the hotel had designated her a personal delivery boy. As the days got boring, she began to ask the kid into the room to play gin rummy and Fish with her. One day he actually brought along a chess board to teach her, but she had been much too stoned to understand the game. The next day he brought a joint and the smoked it on the terrace. That became their new pastime. Annika and the kid, whose name was Trevor (or maybe it was Travis – Annika really didn’t care enough to ask again) was barely out of high school, and he acted like it. He swore too much, used slang even she had never heard and talked about skateboarding constantly but Annika was lonely and she welcomed the company. She missed Dickie constantly. It was a physical aching that was constant in her chest regardless of how much she drank or snorted.

  Rhys had initially been a fun companion, but work had picked up, and suddenly, during the day, he disappeared for hours. This was to be expected of a working man, but one night he didn’t come home. And that one night became every other night. Annika was starting to get concerned. Her knight’s shining armor was beginning to kink.

  The party was in full swing, but Annika was curled up on a pile of coats in the study. She had just vomited on someone’s four thousand dollar Dolce and Gabbana jacket, and she made a half-witted attempt to cover it up with another piece of clothing, realizing too late that it was her own wrap. Fuck I’m high. Really, really, really high. Then she laughed. “High” was a funny word.

  “High. High. Hiiiiiiiiii,” she sang to no one. Despite the fact that she had just thrown up the little she had eaten in the past four days, she was still feeling on top of the world. She got up from the settee and teetered to the door, unceremoniously yanking it open. There must have been two hundred people in the mansion mingling and laughing. The din was giving her a headache. She had no idea who the place belonged to nor how she had gotten there. She began looking around for Rhys.

  “Do ya know Rice?” she slurred at a pin-up looking blonde who happened to be walking by the den. Annika was mortified to hear the garbled question as it left her lips. The stunning beauty paused, a small smile toyed with her lips. She slowly ran her clear gray eyes over the almost incomprehensible redhead from head to toe and back down again. Then she licked her lips and cleared her throat.

  “Did you say ‘Rhys’? As in Rhys Anders?” Annika nodded vigorously, a silly smile on her face. She had no way of knowing how wretched she looked, her waist-length tresses in tangled knots, mascara smeared. Her firm breasts were almost completely out of her low cut tank top. She looked like she had stepped off the set of a high school horror flick.

  “Oh, sweetie,” the blonde cooed petting her arm lovingly. “Everyone knows Rhys.”

  Annika’s unfocused eyes lit up, and she grinned.

  “I know!” she screamed. “Heth gonna make me famith.”

  The busty woman burst into laughter, and she strolled away calling,

  “Someone find Anders! One of his ‘projects’ needs her bottle and blanket.”

  It took Annika a moment to understand what the beauty had meant, but by the time she felt indignation, Rhys was steering her upstairs and away from the hubbub. He found an empty bedroom in one of the wings and laid her gently on the bed. She closed her eyes for a second, happy to be near Rhys.

  “Here you go, baby,” Rhys said. Annika opened her eyes. There were four lines laid out on the nightstand. She leaned over and snorted one, handing Rhys the twenty he had rolled for her.

  “You can have all this,” he told her and leaned toward her.

  He helped free her small nipples from the shred of cloth barely covering them. He lowered his lips to bite them and slip his palm over her fantastic rear. As his hand skillfully slipped its way under her skirt and between her legs, she sat up and glared at him accusingly.

  “It’s been four months! When am I going to start recording my album?” she asked. “What is taking so long?”

  Rhys groaned and pushed her back down.

  “Just be patient, baby. I’ll let you know when we book the studio time. I told you, it’s just a really busy time right now.” He continued to suck and lick her perky breasts while rubbing her clit between his finger and thumb.

  “But why is it taking so long?” Annika whined, trying to sit up.

  “Honey, I know this is new to you, but there is a process for these things. You have to trust me, okay?”

  “But –”

  In one swift motion, Rhys flipped her onto her stomach and spread her open. Slowly, he lowered a long finger into her, removed it and licked it. He slapped one cheek, leaving a perfectly shaped handprint on her milky white skin. Then he jammed his index and middle finger in without warning, with quick, hard jabs. Gasping, Annika struggled to maintain her balance but just as quickly, he dug his manicured hands into her tiny waist and buried his face into her quickly dampening snatch. She felt his tongue lap up her wetness with force. He was hurting her, nipping at her as he ran his chin and lips and tongue up and down the slit but it made her
want to cum all over his face. She sat up, so she was straddling him and began to grind herself over his mouth. She rode his face like it was his nine-inch cock and his grip around her waist got firmer, his fingers were bruising her delicate skin, but it just brought her closer to the edge. Now there were three fingers pounding into her, hard and fast. Rhys was still licking her clit. She couldn’t hold out anymore. She was cumming, squirting all over his handsome face, covering the white duvet in juices and she couldn’t stop.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck yes! Baby! Fuck me, please fuck me!” she begged. She tried to dismount, but while he slipped out from under her, he pushed her down onto her stomach, still fingering her with intensity.

  “You’re my little whore,” he whispered. “Aren’t you?”

  Annika could barely catch her breath as another finger was added. She howled in pain and pleasure, but he did not stop. She knew she was about to lose control completely and she wanted Rhys inside her desperately.

  “Fuck me, please, fuck me!”

  “Are you my nasty little slut?”

  “Fuck yes! Yes, I am your little cunt. Please, baby, please – “Rhys was in front of her, his cock fully swollen. He slapped her in the face with it.

  “Suck my dick, little bitch. Suck it deep.” He pulled her face toward him, and she eagerly took him in her mouth. For a moment she was confused. Someone was still pounding her hard and relentlessly. She struggled to look over her shoulder against Rhys’ grip, her throat filled with that incredible dick and as he savagely butted into her mouth, Annika saw the blonde from the hallway, naked and pounding a dildo into her. She had never been more turned on in her life. The blonde slide the dildo in and out of Annika’s tight pussy and the singer tried to cry out, but Rhys was choking her with his cock. Her clit was throbbing, and Annika was afraid she would never stop cumming. She was about to faint with ecstasy. Suddenly, Rhys pulled himself out of her mouth and streams poured all over Annika’s face and hair. She licked at him, whimpering. He slapped her across the face with his dick again and then turned to the blonde. Without saying a word, he spread her bronze legs apart and while she continued fucking all of Annika’s holes, Rhys’ stuck his still hard dick inside her pierced pussy. He grabbed a fistful of those golden strands and pulled her head back.