The Revenge Plan: An Arranged Marriage Billionaire Romance

by Piper Knox

  “They’re probably just friends,” Ax said, looking down at the grip on my chair. My knuckles had turned white. I calmed myself down. You’re not a caveman. I told myself repeatedly. You will not run up to them and beat him up for daring to touch your wife, I said to myself as I got up and made my way to her.

  He looked even better up close. It brought out an irritating feeling of wanting to show him she was mine. She had flinched when I put my hand on her waist. I felt a tinge of rejection and had been elated when she melted into my arm. It should not have felt like jubilation, and yet it did. When he greeted me, I had to fight the overwhelming compulsion to twist his hand. When the man had given me his business card, I pocketed it immediately and made a mental note to burn it later. This is what she had reduced me to. One drink from her pussy and I was acting like a man bewitched. I had to get it together.

  That was then. So when I saw her again talking to Ax and felt that uncomfortable emotion rising again, Ignored them. For all of thirty seconds. By the time I got to them, however, Ax had left her. Her brow was furrowed. “What were you two talking about?” I asked.

  “Do I have to tell you everything I say to every man?”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, there’s a photographer coming, let’s look happy.”

  After the match came the celebrations. I didn’t want to attend, but they were the reason why we had come. The club patrons wanted us to give away the cup to the winning team since we were the ones who were sponsoring the match.

  “You go,” Ax said to me, “you’re the CEO.”

  I went over and presented the cup. The winners received it with fervor. Hailey was looking at me with a peculiar expression on her face.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “You should have told me you’d be the presenting sponsor. I would have, I don’t know, worn something nice.”

  “I had forgotten the entire thing was happening. Trust me, I wasn’t prepared. You look good anyway. You always look good.”

  Her skin color deepened to a shade of red. Her responsiveness to the most mundane things was endearing. “Come,” I took her hand into mine, “I’m done with this and I want to go somewhere with fewer social climbers and socialites.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “You’ll soon find out.”

  22

  It took us longer than expected to get out of The Hamptons. Many people who knew Caiden wanted to have a photo taken with him. I did not know that he had become this popular. Some tried to get him to stay or invite him to some other event. He evaded them all while all the time he kept my hand in his. I never got used to being held by him. My heart hammered each time he would squeeze me whenever someone would keep him. After all that was over, we hurried over to the helipad and we got into the helicopter we came with. I felt a little sad when I saw it making its way back to the City. Perhaps he had forgotten about the thing he wanted to take me to.

  When the mechanical bird landed, he took my hand again and helped me out. “Where are we going?” I had to ask. The suspense was killing me.

  “Don’t be impatient. You’ll see soon enough.” He pushed a door that led to a white stairwell that gave nothing much what sort of place I was in. We went down several floors and then opened the door to a corridor that had a row of doors at both ends and a bay of elevators in the middle. We were in a hotel. He punched in a code next to one of the elevators. The doors swung open, and he led me in. It dinged, and the doors opened to a restaurant. It was quiet, even though there were quite a few patrons in it. The decor was modern, elegant, and chic. Tiny lights that dangled down a blue-black ceiling. It gave the room a feeling of dining under an enchanting night sky.

  a hostess who recognized Caiden immediately greeted us.

  “Can we have the private booth please,” Caiden said.

  “As you wish, Mr. Scott.” She led us to a booth overlooking the New York skyline. It was private, intimate, and made you forget you were in a restaurant. She left our menus and went away.

  “I didn’t know there was a place like this? Do you frequent here a lot?”

  “No. But the hotel belongs to a friend. He lets me share his privileges every once in a while.”

  My stomach sank as a wave of jealousy hit me, “So you bring women here quite often,” I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could. He looked at me like I had said something offensive.

  “No. I come here mostly with business associates and I want some privacy. Or to woo them. You’re the first woman I’ve brought here.”

  “Why am I here, by the way?”

  “Because I have something to discuss with you.”

  “A business thing?” What else could it be? He did say he brought his business partners here.

  “No.” His voice was low and raspy. His eyes were heavy lidded and were boring into me. A server came before he could say more. We ordered our food. And he went away, leaving us alone again.

  “I wanted to discuss something with you. Something personal.”

  I took a sharp intake of breath, “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that you and I have something between us that needs to be addressed.”

  I didn’t respond, but I knew what he was talking about. I had felt the attraction to him throughout the match and his response to me. “You mean the over possessive nature you were displaying today?”

  “Over possessive?”

  He seemed genuinely concerned. I put him at ease. “In a normal sense, no. But you were acting less like the aloof Caiden I’m used to. It was odd, that’s all. But if it was all for show, then I totally understand.”

  I looked up at him. His eyes were heavy with desire, “It wasn’t.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  The server chose that moment to come back again with appetizers. The service here was awfully fast. He put the plates down and went back again.

  “You can’t deny what’s between us. And we also need to talk about what happened last night.”

  “Now you want to talk about last night?”

  “I have to admit I was still a little overwhelmed by what happened.” Overwhelmed? I was the one who had an orgasm in his mouth. “I didn’t sleep the entire night,” he said, “I kept wanting to go to your room and rip your blankets open.”

  His confession stunned me to silence. I had thought he was unaffected, and here he was admitting that he had trouble sleeping. It was almost unbelievable. “But you said you were only doing it to prove a point.”

  “That was a lie.” He sounded frank. I was feeling more and more breathless as the conversation went on, “By morning, I thought I had a handle on my feelings. I was ready to go on as usual. Then we went to the Polo Match. And then I saw you talking to that, Norse god.”

  “Norse god?” I laughed, “You mean Jerry?” I guess he did look like Thor. He had Scandinavian features that he heavily capitalized. I put Jerry out of my mind and thought about what he was saying. He was admitting that his move to come to us and put his hand around my waist was because he was… jealous of Jerry? No.

  “I was jealous of him okay,” it was as if he had heard my thoughts, “I was jealous.”

  “He’s a friend.”

  “I know. I couldn’t help myself, regardless.” Watching him grapple with his feelings in real time was fascinating to watch. But it didn’t wash away the thought that he was struggling with them because he thought he shouldn’t have them. That’s what was bothering him. Somehow that made it worse than him having none.

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  The dinner was the first event between us that was going well. Caiden was more open than before, a little tense, but calm. He had a passion for food that I hadn’t known about before, and it was mesmerizing to watch him talk about it.

  “When did you get into the culinary arts?”

  “In college. I had to work part time at a hotel to cover college expenses,” as he spoke, he cut up his
meat into equally sized tiny pieces, “I started as a busboy and ended up working as a line chef. The head chef in my kitchen thought I should get proper training. I had potential, he said.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  “I didn’t like it as a job, to be honest. It is more of a hobby for me. You aren’t eating your food.”

  “Oh,” I galvanized into action and picked up my fork. I had been taken in by him, I had forgotten my fish. I took a bite. It was heavenly. I moaned and the burst of flavor that sparked in my mouth.

  “It’s good, isn’t it?”

  I opened my eyes to see Caiden staring at me with a smile on his face. “Best I’ve ever tasted.”

  “They’re the best. That’s why I wanted to take you here.”

  His revelation startled me. Part of me had thought that this was a last-minute arrangement since we had gone to the match and had no plans for dinner. I thought of the Caiden he had told me of. The one who had to work to go to college. It was a different Caiden than the one who sat in front of me, but in a lot of ways they were the same. He was still the ambitious teenager he had been, and he was still determined, but now he had different goals. He was now a successful man who had come very far.

  “Tell me about Shepard,” I hoped it wasn’t a sore topic. I thought I had ruined it when he went silent and dropped his fork. Then he said, “he was one of the few people who believed in me. He saw my potential and asked me to work for him, but with better pay and an agreement to pay my college fees. I agreed immediately, of course. How could I not?”

  “You liked him?”

  “A lot. He was like a father to me.”

  “I wouldn’t know what that’s like,” I muttered to myself.

  “Your father is a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve you.” I was surprised that he had heard me. I was even more surprised by his response. These flatteries. They were so addictive. I turned my gaze away from his arresting one and turned to his plate. He was a neat eater. Everything, the steak, the vegetables, the potatoes, were all neatly organized whereas my plate was a mess. That was how we were different. I was a mess, and he wasn’t.

  “Are you coveting my food?” my gaze went back to his face. He was wearing a mischievous grin.

  “No.”

  He stuck his fork into one of the juicy steak pieces and pointed it at my face, “Here.”

  I shook my head.

  “Taste it.” He wiggled the fork. I relented, pulled the morsel into my mouth. It was just as good, if not better, than the fish. “Mmm…” I closed my eyes as I tasted the delicious piece of meat.

  When I opened mine, his eyes were flaming with lust. The air became charged with electricity. I washed the meat down with wine and tried to ignore the energy between us as I went back to my food.

  “We didn’t end up resolving the issue we were speaking of earlier.” He said when the dessert came.

  “About?”

  “Don’t play coy,” he lowered his voice, “you know what I’m referring to.”

  I gulped.

  “There should be a readdressing of the agreement we made.”

  “There is?”

  “Let’s face it, we’re both starved for sex.”

  “I’m no—”

  “Yes, you are. You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”

  Put so crudely, the truth was hard to deny. I had a hard time sleeping as well, though it wasn’t as bad as he had it. I spent all day today thinking about him and what we did last night. Try as I might, I couldn’t get him out of my head.

  “Denying each other what we both want is hardly good for anyone. It achieves nothing.”

  “But sleeping with each other does?”

  “Of course. France put that issue to bed, don’t you think? No pun intended.”

  “France was a fluke.”

  “Come on. And the other night?”

  “Another fluke.”

  He laughed out loud.

  “What if I’m done with you?” I said, “I’m known as a one-night stand girl after all. Who says I do repeats?” It wasn’t true, of course. But that was what the rumor mill said, and I loved to use it in moments like these as some sort of armor.

  “You’re lying to yourself if you think you’re done with me yet,” he leaned forward and whispered, “Or maybe you need a reminder?”

  I frowned. “Now?” He could not mean that he wanted us to do more than kiss right now in such a public place.

  “Yes, now.” With that, he slid along the horseshoe booth to my side. He came so close to me that there were mere inches separating his face and mine. He took my hand into his and kissed it softly, his lips lingering on my skin as they brushed up toward my palm.

  “So?”

  “So what?” I barely choked out.

  “Do you want me to remind you?”

  This was too much. I was tongue-tied. Saying words were impossible under the circumstances. I gave a light nod. No was somehow the wrong answer. He responded by locking his mouth to mine. He started by teasing my lips. His lips brushed with the lightest of touches. It drove me crazy. I groaned in frustration and leaned in. He would not let me take control. He pulled back, then he teased me again and again with his mouth as his hands glided up and down my sides. Our tongues weren’t in contact, and yet it felt like it was the most erotic kiss I had ever had. Only when I was about to crack, did he plunge his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled in a dance that mimicked what we both really wanted. He pulled me close, closer, until I was sitting on top of him. I could feel his erection throbbing against the left side of my thigh. His hands glided up and down my back, leaving trails of electricity that reached my center.

  He let go of me and set me back against the seat. I was so dazed that I didn’t realize the kiss had ended. “I think that’s it for a reminder,” he said as his heavy gaze undressed me, “We have to save some for later.”

  23

  The penthouse had a different aura when we got back from dinner. Maybe I was viewing him and our relationship in a different light. There was a new sensually loaded shift between us. When we left, Caiden had had a hard time letting go of my hand or my waist. Even when we got into the town car, he had his hand on mine. Now and then he would lean in and whisper what he couldn’t wait to do to me when we reached the apartment.

  The door of the elevator had barely closed when he took me into his arms and his lips went down on mine. I didn’t hear that we had arrived, but felt him pulling me into the apartment. My clothes were first, followed by his. We were so insatiable for each other that by the time we made it to the stairs, all of our clothes were gone.

  It took us forever to climb them. We would stop at every other step to taste the other. When we finally reached Caiden’s bedroom, I was very aroused and ready for him. With the way his cock was heavy and seeping, he was ready for me too.

  He placed me on his bed. He followed, lay beside me and continued kissing me from head to toe. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him now. I took his cock and rubbed the weeping top. He groaned. Emboldened, I angled it towards my pussy. Gently, he took my hand off him and reached for the bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and got onto his knees to put it on. Watching him perform this functional act was so arousing to me that when he went on top of me, I was already arching my pelvis up. He chuckled and leaned down to whisper, “you’re a hungry little one aren’t you,” The entire time he was rubbing my pussy inserting a finger inside and rubbing the moisture on my clit, “don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”

  With that, he thrust into me. I ran my hands down his back and he grunted and thrust in again, slower this time. He leaned down and placed little kisses as he thrust in and out. The pressure and tightness was too much. He was increasing his tempo little by little until it was a frantic, animalistic mating that brought me closer and closer to orgasm until the wave crushed. Wave after wave hit me as I clenched and unclenched against his cock. He came soon after me.

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  I was still feeling the aftereffects of the orgasm long after the act as we lay in his bed. Sated and in silence. “You were right. We were doing each other a disservice by not doing this.”

  He took a while to respond to me. When I thought he would not say anything, he said, “Yes.”

  He held me against his chest like that until we both slept. Later in the middle of the night, he woke me up with arousing kisses. He entered me again. This time our love-making was less frantic and slower. I came regardless of the lazy tempo we took. In a way, it was more erotic. He was insatiable and so was I. It felt like I had been in the desert for so long and I couldn’t stop drinking from the well I had discovered. And what a delicious well he was. Each time we made love, it felt like the earth was shattering around me. We slept again, and in the wee hours of the morning I woke again to his caresses. “Are you sore?” He asked as he slid my me under him. “No,” I whispered. He bent down and took my lips. A moment later, I took him inside me.