HATE LOVE: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Katie Ford

  But right now, we had roles to play. So flinging my hands up over my head, I rested my head on the canvas and bit my lip, making them look glossy and bee-stung. Scotty cooed as the camera clicked, “Amazing!”

  Theo’s eyes devoured every inch of my skin, the heat radiating between us in waves.

  But it seems that we were done because suddenly, Scotty stood, gazing down at the viewfinder on his camera.

  “That was it,” he prattled happily. “That was the shot. You’ve got to see this.”

  Slowly, I brought my arms down, still stunned as Scotty strode over, showing me our joint work. I gasped because the woman in the image wasn’t me. Instead, there was a curvy brunette dressed in a ball gown who was incredibly sassy, sexy, with a coy come-hither curve to her lips as she beckoned to her lover.

  Holy cow. Was that the new Mia? Was that what Theo brought out from inside? The alpha growled, never taking those blue eyes from my form.

  But we were in front of other people and Gina gave me a wink. “I knew you were going to be a natural, hon. I can sense it from miles away.”

  Scotty nodded. “Mr. Wainwright, we’re all done here, unless you had anything else? Your new employee is stunning and absolutely perfect as the Mark Janow girl.”

  Theo grinned then, wolfish and masculine.

  “Great, I’ve got to steal her from you anyways. Mia and I have some software to discuss ASAP.”

  Scotty nodded genially. “Sure, I already got my shot. We’ll be out of Picto-Town in twenty minutes, no problem.”

  I turned to Tania, face flushed. Theo always did this to me, making me feel wanted with a hint of naughty.

  “Oh wait, I need to give you this dress and shoes back.”

  The wardrobe lady laughed. “Toots, they’re all yours, and the rest of the clothes back in that room, too.”

  My mouth dropped. There had been racks and racks of designer clothes in the small space, glittery, spangly, and probably worth an entire year’s salary. I couldn’t afford that.

  “There’s been a mistake,” I said. “I can’t afford that, I’m so sorry.”

  Tania and Gina looked at each other before laughing merrily.

  “No sweetheart, what we mean is that Pictogram purchased them for you for your use. It’s this man right here,” she said, nodding towards Theo. “Thank him.”

  And I blushed even more then, turning shy eyes to Mr. Wainwright. Because was it true? Had be bought me all those designer clothes without a second thought? Had Theo really done that for me?

  Those blue eyes gleamed, confirming the purchase.

  “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he growled. “You look gorgeous in jeans and t-shirts, but every lady needs some variety in her wardrobe, wouldn’t you say? Especially since you belong here now.”

  More accurately, I belonged to him, but I couldn’t accept such generosity. Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve always worked for what I have, and this was different. This was four or five figures of designer clothes just for doing nothing.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I said, eyes regretful. “I can’t accept this gift.”

  Theo remained unperturbed. “Sure you can, sweetheart,” he said. “But tell you what, if it makes you uncomfortable, let’s go take a look at the clothes one more time. And I swear, if you don’t like them, you don’t have to take anything.”

  I smiled helplessly at the billionaire. Of course I was going to like them. What woman wouldn’t?

  Slowly, I trailed the CEO from the photo shoot and back into the small room with the racks of gowns, dresses, pants, shirts, and dozens of shoes.

  “I like this,” Theo said, grinning while holding up a bustier. “You’d look amazing in it.”

  I had to laugh at that.

  “Mr. Wainwright,” I said with a mock frown. “You know that’s for girls who are A cups. I’m Double D on my best days. I’d burst out of that in no time.”

  And in a flash, Theo was beside me, that big form towering over my curvy frame.

  “I know,” he murmured in my ear. “Trust me, I know.”

  Just like that, it was on.

  “Sweetheart, I see something that I like,” he rumbled, lifting the skirt of the gown up.

  I gasped, swatting his hand away.

  “Mr. Wainwright! They’re going to be back in here any minute. There isn’t even a door really. Let go!” I gasped, pushing his big palms away.

  But my insides were already loosening, pussy moistening with desire. And Theo knew. The alpha kissed my neck, making me moan, eyes falling closed.

  “You looked so hot out there,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll be quick and dirty. I promise.” He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. “Aw shit, your nipples are hard.”

  Turning my head to him, I said, “I want you so bad. Make it as quick and dirty as possible.”

  And I swear, this was becoming a habit because it was the second time in one day. Theo bent me over the conference table, flipping the priceless gown over the small of my back while those big hands deftly pulled my panties down. Slowly, the alpha slid a finger in my already throbbing pussy, making me squeal. Then, to my surprise, he slipped that finger out and right into my asshole. I squirmed with surprise.

  “Theo!” I gasped, anus twitching a bit. “Oh god!”

  The pressure felt deliciously exciting. And the big man could tell I liked it because he pulled his cock out and rubbed the head against my pussy while keeping his finger buried inside.

  “You’re going to get me wet first,” he rasped into my ear while pushing deep into my sweetest spot. “Get me wet for what comes next.”

  Oh god, my legs nearly buckled from the pleasure.

  “Unnnh! Mr. Wainwright,” I gasped, helplessly.

  Theo held me tight, growling into my ear, “Mia, I want you in your tight little asshole.”

  And what could I say? I belong to this man now with no way to say no to his demands. So craning my head slightly, I met those blazing blue eyes with a soft, hungry glance.

  “Yes, put your cock in there,” I whispered, gripping the conference table in anticipation. “Let me feel it.”

  Theo pulled out of my cunt and then slowly eased his hard thick cock into my ass while rubbing my clit in tight fast circle. The thought of being interrupted turned me on even more. Quickly, an orgasm rushed through me like a tornado, making me cry out.

  “Oh god!” I gasped, writhing under his thick pole. “Oh god, oh god!”

  Theo thrust into me faster. “Fuck your ass is so tight.”

  My heart was pounding like crazy, thinking about the production staff that could burst in at any minute. Gina. Tania. Andre. Scotty. It thrilled me that any one of them could stride in and get an eyeful of Theo’s big cock pushed deep in my ass.

  But the excitement got to him too because with one last thrust, Mr. Wainwright groaned loudly as jets of hot cum flooded into my asshole. Oh god, it felt so good, the hot, goopy stickiness enhancing my orgasms, cunt and ass clamping down with tremors as we both released.

  But suddenly, Theo pulled out with a slippery, slick sound, pushing his dick back in his pants. Voices were coming and I jerked upwards as the CEO smoothed my dress over my haunches so that nothing looked off.

  Andre tiptoed in then, expression curious.

  “Everything okay in here? We thought we heard shouting outside.”

  A blush spread over my cheeks, going all the way down to my pussy. Oh god, Theo’s semen was dripping from my butt at the moment, forming a warm wet trail down the back of one thigh.

  But the CEO didn’t even bat an eye.

  “Everything’s fine,” he said smoothly, reaching to straighten one curl that had haphazardly landed over my shoulder. “No worries, we’re good.”

  And with a knowing look, Andre departed.

  “Oh my god,” I gasped, turning to face my lover. “We didn’t.”

  But Theo’s grin made a reappearance, flashing white and charismatic.

  “Yes we did sweethe
art. We absolutely did. And you know what? I want more.”

  And with that, I was spun around again, the dress flipped over my backside just as we’d been two seconds ago.

  “Theo!” I panted, pushed down on the tabletop in a prone position. “Oh, unnnh!”

  Because evidently the CEO wasn’t done. His cock thrust thick, smooth and hard into my back hole once more, and it was so good. I groaned, pressing my cheek against the hard glass as I was taken from behind.

  “You like it, don’t you, little girl?” he panted behind me. “You like this in your bottom.”

  And the only thing I could do was nod wordlessly because I was a new Mia now. I was no longer a frumpy, geeky girl who hid behind a mess of brown hair. Instead, there was a new female, a sassy woman of the world who dated CEOs and did naughty things in boardrooms like accepting cock into her behind. And the worst part? I loved every single second of being a bad girl…with Mr. Wainwright leading the way.

  Chapter 8

  Theo

  Three months later…

  When I woke in the morning, Mia was the first thing on my mind. Sometimes she was the only thing on my mind, frankly, what with that curvy figure driving me nuts every which way until Sunday.

  Mia had been a great addition to the Pictogram community. She, Eunice, and Sophie started a Women’s Initiative to provide networking, leadership, and community outreach efforts to women in the tech community and yet, even with this extra curricular type stuff, Mia was still rocking it at Pictogram and at school.

  Her work ethic was unstoppable, reminding me of myself because in the beginning, I had to bootstrap myself up from nothing. There was no one on my side, no HR department, no billing department, no CTO, CFO, COO, or any type of C-anything. It was just me, Theo Wainwright, a young man with a dream.

  So to see Mia now working like a demon was arousing, frankly. Most women I knew liked to laze around and get their nails done, but not my Mia. Not my beautiful girl who invaded my days, not to mention my nights.

  We didn’t see each other non-stop. Not when she was in school full-time, trying to get a computer science degree, but the days she was in the office were hours that I looked forward to. Shit, that first time, we’d had sex twice on premises, once in my suite and once in the wardrobe changing room, whatever they called that place.

  What was happening to me? Work had always been my priority. It was my baby, my obsession, my everything. And yet, I’d spent so much time thinking about Mia, touching her curves and stroking that plump body to make her cry out just the way I liked.

  So yeah, this was kind of out of control. Had the Iron Man finally lost it? Had the ruthless, emotionless CEO become a pile of pudding, mooning over his smartest employee? My emotions and feelings had never gotten the best of me before. I was like a helpless, weak kitten, mewling for milk; that’s how far I’d fallen.

  And yet, it wasn’t bad. In fact, it felt really good. The sense of awareness when she was in the room. The feel of those heavenly curves. The electricity that shot between us, our mind-meld complete.

  Was this what love was?

  If it was, then sign me up because the vulnerability was strange, yes, but it was also different. She was changing me in ways that were completely unexpected. In all of my relationships, this was right about the time I would get bored and ditch some female or another. In the past, my interest could only be held for so long, usually a few weeks max.

  And yet with Mia, a couple months had passed since I’d met her, but I wasn’t getting bored. In fact, I felt like I was in some type of vortex, unable to control my feelings or my rising need to see more of Mia all the time.

  I wasn’t used to these churning emotions, and honestly, it was agonizing. This wasn’t the usual Theo Wainwright, but what could I do? Mia had me wound around her little finger, and that was that.

  But there was a dark side to this too because for the first time in my life, insecurity crept into my heart. Although it sounds impossible, the thought definitely crossed my mind: what if Mia didn’t feel the same way? What if her feelings were just blah? What if she was in it for just the sex?

  Could it be possible that a girl would use the famous Theo Wainwright, and not the other way around?

  Shit, my head spun. Because the old Theo wouldn’t have cared. Sure, use me. Use my fortune, use my mansion, use whatever you want, honey. You’ll be gone in two weeks so it shouldn’t really matter.

  But with Mia? I’d never met someone this amazing. So yeah, the tables had been turned.

  I rushed through my morning meeting. Fuck. Today I was having lunch with my beautiful brunette, and whoever these corporate drones were could stuff it. Already, pictures of the gorgeous woman’s smiling face filled my mind, my body hardening in anticipation. So once the meeting was done, I stood abruptly.

  “Looks like it’s 11:00,” I said perfunctorily, glancing at my watch. “Let’s save the rest of the agenda for tomorrow.”

  The executives shared puzzled looks, but they nodded. No one crosses Theo Wainwright, and with swift strides, I was out the conference room and halfway to the sushi restaurant on Pictogram campus.

  My girl was there, already eating a spider roll.

  “Hey,” she greeted with a shy smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, my stomach was growling with hunger, you should have heard.” She giggled.

  No matter. I loved that my curvy girl ate, the more, the better. In fact, if Mia gained twenty pounds, she’d look even better. But suddenly, she stopped chewing and asked while blushing and covering her mouth. “Is there something on my face?”

  I was staring and didn’t even realize it. Reaching across the table, I took her hand. “No, sorry. I was just admiring how beautiful you look.”

  Her cheeks reddened. “Theo, thank you. You’re too sweet.” She giggled again, shooting me a wink.

  Frankly, she was sweet. Mia’s new wardrobe looked amazing on her, what with the pink Pictogram t-shirt, belted high waist shorts, and silver tassel loafers. You gotta love a girl who will put on your company’s logo. Plus, in the last few weeks, she practically shone, whether from working here, the new clothes, or a combination of both. Her sassy attitude turned me on.

  She squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve got to get back. I am helping one of the other developers debug code, so we’ve only got an hour together.”

  “Of course.” I nodded. For some reason, even this turned me on because she was a hard worker and working for my company. Shit, I needed more than just an hour of lunch with Mia. It had been a few days since we last had sex, and my hope was that after lunch we could find a spot to be alone.

  As usual, the time passed in a blur. We laughed, chatted and devoured some good food, on the same wavelength as usual. Walking out of the restaurant, I took Mia’s hand in mine, bringing those soft fingers to my lips.

  “Some alone time before we get back, sweetheart? Or do you have too much to do?”

  She smiled at me regretfully. “I wish I could, Theo, but I promised I would help with debugging.”

  Goddamn. We were holding hands right on Picto-Lane, the equivalent of Main Street for Picto-Town while openly displaying affection for each other. Yet I didn’t care one bit. Slowly, I leaned down to her and pressed a soft kiss to that delectable pout.

  Of course, the girl sighed slightly, her plush form pressed against my hardness.

  “Theo, everyone’s looking,” she said, giggling. “Is that okay?”

  Shrugging, I walked to our bikes. “Who cares? Let them look.”

  She gave a radiant smile then, one that warmed my soul. “Okay.”

  Pedaling along Picto-lane, Mia looked up and down street, taking in the drug store, the dry cleaner, and even the company bar. “You’ve done a marvelous job replicating a tiny town.”

  “Thanks.” I shrugged with a grin, the wind sailing through my hair. “Makes it easier to stay late and work if you don’t have to worry about your laundry.”

  Mia smiled because that was th
e true reason behind a lot of this. Companies offer perks because they make employees happy, but also because employees focus better and work longer if they don’t have to jet off to take care of mundane items like dry cleaning and food. Free meals on the house, all the time? For sure, if it kept people working for me until 10 p.m.

  This was all par for the course in Silicon Valley. If a company didn’t keep up, they were considered “behind” the times.

  Mia smiled at me again, the wind ruffling those beautiful brown curls. “Is Picto-Town modeled after any city in particular?” she asked as we sailed down the lane.

  Man, was I really taking a bike ride with a pretty girl? We were practically Archie and Veronica, instead of a modern couple, but it felt right. I smiled back at her.

  “No one has ever asked me that,” I said. “But in fact, it’s modeled after Cesky Krumlov in the Czech Republic.”

  “The Czech Republic?” Mia asked in surprise, her brow wrinkling. “That would be the last place I would have guessed. I would have thought more Hershey Town or maybe Epcot Center.”

  “Naw,” I said, pulling my bike to a stop. “The Czech Republic is it. It’s an amazing place. I traveled all around Eastern Europe as a student way back when, but the town that struck me as the most remarkable was Cesky Krumlov with its mix of Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque styles. It’s something you would see in a fairy tale, complete with real-live castles.”