BWWM: Bad Boy Billionaires Box Set (A Bad Boy BWWM Billionaire Collection)

by Jameson, Jasmine

  Ever since Christoff’s popularity drew the public eye, he has been known as a womanizer. I’d never seen him stay with one woman long term, and that worried me. Trevor was a loner, and he seemed more loyal. Also, initially, my relationship with Trevor was easier than the tumultuous one I had with Christoff. Trevor was Prince Charming in the flesh, and he treated me like his princess from the moment we met. It was like a fairy tale. But, as they always say, “If something seems too good to be true, it is.” I learned that lesson the hard way.

  I would give anything to go back in time and put in the work with Christoff to build something great, instead of going for the glitz and glam of the fairy tale romance with the billionaire. When Christoff came to Chicago to check on me—after I escaped the emotionally grueling, sadomasochistic relationship with Trevor—I tried to undo the past by being open to Christoff about how much I wanted to be with him. He said that he cared about me but that the timing was off. I had just gotten out of a dysfunctional relationship with Trevor, and he had just gotten out of a complicated relationship with Sports Illustrated model Arianna Turlington. He said it would cause more harm than good for us to rush into something right away. He said that instead of focusing on what could be between us in the future, we should just be there for each other and enjoy ourselves in the moment. He added that we should both work on healing from our previous relationships before we even discussed building a relationship with each other. That was two months ago. I wondered if he felt that we had let enough time pass and done enough healing. I still had some scars from the relationship with Trevor but I was feeling a lot healthier and much more grounded than I was two months ago.

  Christoff had come back to Chicago to visit me again this past Monday. Today was Friday which meant it was his last day here before he had to return to Germany tomorrow morning. We were riding in silence in his silver Mercedes rental, and I really wanted to ask him what was going on between us. My mind was racing. If I didn’t speak up tonight, who knew how long I would have to wait before we would have another opportunity to discuss where things were going? We spent the week together going out dancing, shopping, eating, cuddling, and making love. Spending time with Christoff felt like paradise, and his sex was so good. I wanted to know that he was mine and that I could have him all the time. I wanted to be his girlfriend, not just some girl he came to visit and party with occasionally. It felt like we were in a relationship, but we hadn’t talked about it yet. In fact, Christoff hadn’t opened up at all. For the whole trip, we only talked about our careers, travel, sex, and fun stuff. Neither one of us had said anything explicitly about how we felt about one another.

  I stared out the window as we cruised down Lakeshore Drive. The lake looked so pretty with all of the boats docked against the backdrop of the picturesque Chicago skyline. I sighed as I took it all in. It was the first time that night that my mind was calm. But that calm only lasted a second. I closed my eyes as I tried to figure out how I wanted to broach the subject. I didn’t want to be so bold as to ask if I was his girlfriend. I was afraid that might scare him away or make me look pushy or desperate. I needed to know where his head was though. The uncertainty of not knowing the status of our relationship was driving me to the brink of insanity. I didn’t want to guess anymore. I wanted to find out where things stood between us even if it meant getting rejected. Ouch. Actually, the thought of getting rejected made my stomach sink. I looked over at him as he navigated off of the highway in silence. “Alright,” I thought. “I hope this goes well.”

  “Christoff?”

  “Yes, Gia?” I loved hearing my name on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as he brushed his deep chocolate brown hair away from his brow and glanced over at me. His dark sapphire eyes always put me in a trance.

  “What are you thinking about? You’ve been so quiet tonight. Is something wrong?”

  “I’m just tired Gia. Nothing’s wrong.” Christoff sighed.

  “Oh.” I shifted my weight.

  “You seem tense. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “Do you want to stop for dessert on the way back to your place? We can get gelato…or tiramisu…or both. I know those are your favorite.” Christoff knew he had me. He was almost singing his words.

  “Hell yeah, Christoff! That’s a great idea.”

  “I knew that would perk you right up. Let me turn around. Wait, you can’t make U-turns here. And there are no left turns at the next few lights. We are going to have to drive up a few blocks go around the corner and come back down.” Christoff’s jaw tightened, and he leaned forward and tried to switch lanes.

  “Dammit! They won’t let me over,” Christoff muttered under his breath. His bicep flexed as he shifted gears, sped up, and tried to change lanes again. The person in the next lane pressed down on their horn. Christoff sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

  “Was that really necessary?” Christoff spoke softly through gritted teeth. Christoff never showed much emotion, but I could tell that he was getting really frustrated.

  “Chicago traffic is the worst,” I groaned. “Christoff, if it’s going to take too long, we don’t have to do dessert. I know you’re tired, and you have to get up early tomorrow.” I placed my hand on his thigh. He took my hand in his.

  “Gia, do you really think I’m going to let a little traffic get in the way of taking you out for dessert? What kind of man do you take me for?” Christoff smirked. “If there is something you want, I will stop at nothing to make sure you have it, even if it’s just a piece of tiramisu. Now buckle your seat belt, and let me handle this.” He kissed the back of my hand before putting two hands on the wheel, speeding up, and aggressively cutting two lanes over and turning down a back alley.

  “This will get us there in no time.” Christoff looked over at me. His eyes sparkled. “You look really nice tonight, Gia.” His melodic baritone voice and rich German accent was always so pleasing to my ears.

  “Thanks, Christoff.” My heart fluttered. I was wearing one of my favorite dresses. It was black and nude lace with a sweetheart neckline. It was such a nice dress that I only wore it on special occasions.

  “That dress looks familiar. Have I seen it before?” Christoff furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin.

  “Yes, you have seen it before. It was a very important night. Don’t you remember?” I smiled and leaned in until I caught Christoff’s gaze again.

  “You know I can’t remember these things, Gia.” Christoff shook his head. “Hmmm… maybe if I felt it, it would trigger my memory.” He let his fingers play with the lace on my dress as he slowly ran his hand up my thigh. Christoff smiled. His full lips looked delicious. My body tingled all over as his hand traveled over my hip and squeezed my ass. His hands were so big and strong. His touch made my nipples harden.

  “Hmm, you’re not wearing anything underneath that are you?” Christoff raised his eyebrows. His voice was so sexy.

  “You asked me that the first night I wore this dress.” I giggled. “Now do you remember?” I playfully ran my fingertips across Christoff’s thigh. He looked me up and down as we stopped at a red light. He reached over and slowly slid both of his hands up my waist and under my breasts. His touch was warm and firm. He used his thumbs to play with my nipples. I was sure he could feel their hardness through the thin material of my dress. He cupped both my breasts, one in each hand, and kneaded them with firm deep strokes. I was getting warm and moist down below. I started to spill out of my dress as he touched me with more fervor. I moaned as he leaned over and buried his face in my bosom. I enjoyed the wetness of his mouth on my skin. My entire body ached for him.

  We both jumped in unison when we heard someone lay on their horn for what had to be a full minute. My heart was racing from the exhilaration of Christoff’s touch mixed in with the shock of the loud horn abruptly cutting through my thoughts of having Christoff inside of me. I glanced up. The light had turned green.

  “Green, light, Christoff!” I breathed
. Christoff quickly kissed me on the lips before taking a deep breath and putting his hands back on the wheel.

  “Sorry. You look so good tonight that I just can’t keep my hands off you.” Christoff flashed the sexiest smile. I began to crave him even more as I watched his massive bicep flex while he shifted gears and sped off as the light turned yellow. I glanced over at him as I adjusted my dress so that I was not falling out of it anymore. I could see the hardness of his cock pushing to get out of his pants. I wanted to be on top of him so badly. We were both still breathing heavily as we drove across a bridge that overlooked the Chicago River. The city looked majestic under the glow of the amber sunset.

  “Ohhhh! I remember that dress,” Christoff laughed. His whole face lit up. “You were wearing that dress on the first night I had the pleasure of being inside of you.”

  “Mmmm, that was a night to remember.” Christoff brushed my long layers behind my ear before letting his fingertips slowly travel down my neck and over my shoulder. He lowered his voice as his touch became more firm.

  “That was the first night that I had the privilege of kissing your soft lips and touching your smooth sexy skin.” He caressed my lower stomach as he spoke. His touch gave me butterflies. “I don’t have a great memory for details, but I still remember that night vividly… touching you and tasting you on my private jet.” I let out a ragged breath as Christoff wedged his long thick fingers between my thighs.

  “My cock gets hard every time I think about how you let me bend you over and take you from behind. I gave it to you so hard, and you took every inch of it. Mmm, the way you moaned every time I smacked your ass…” I shuddered as Christoff brushed against my clit with the back of his hand. “God, Gia that was the hottest sex of my life.”

  My creamy caramel skin glowed pink with excitement. Christoff had been with some of the most stunning models and actresses in the industry. I couldn’t believe that one of his encounters with me was his most memorable. His flattery made me hot for him. I spread my legs as he moved my thin lace panties to the side and began to toy with my clit. I felt a warmth start at my core and radiate through my entire body. My breathing became rapid. I was throbbing for him. I moaned as he slipped two fingers deep inside of me. My muscles clenched as he slowly slid them in and out.

  “Mmm, Gia you smell so good right now. It’s making me so hard,” Christoff breathed softly. “I love how wet you get for me,” he murmured as he pressed his fingers inside of me harder and faster. My breath hitched in my throat as he massaged my clit with his thumb and continued to press into me with his fingers. I let out a breathy moan as my muscles tightened around his fingers, and he took me completely over the edge. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and my entire body trembled. I exhaled as he slowly slid his fingers out of me. My heart raced as I watched him suck my juices from his fingers as if it were honey.

  “You taste so good Gia. I can’t wait to get you back to your place so I can lay you on your back and bury my face between your thighs. Would you like that?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed as I nodded slowly. Christoff grabbed my hand and placed it between his legs. He wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed.

  “I need you to touch me, Gia. I’m so hard right now,” Christoff grunted as he shifted his weight.

  “Right here, in the car?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Yeah, right now. I can’t wait.”

  His cock felt so good in my hand. I couldn’t wait to get underneath his clothes. I reached under his shirt and caressed his nicely toned abs. His body was so fit. I loved it. I started to salivate as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. It was like I was unwrapping a delicious treat. I watched him writhe in his seat as I softly grazed his delicate skin with the tips of my fingers. I spit in my palm before gently wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and sliding my hand up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. I enjoyed the way the thickness of his cock felt in my hand. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. His breathing changed as I rubbed him harder and faster. I started to get wet again as I felt him get more turned on. I leaned over to try to take him in my mouth, but I couldn’t reach with my seat belt on. He grunted as I used my free hand to play with his balls.

  “Oh, that feels so good Gia. You’re going to make me cum right here in my pants.” Christoff glanced down as I continued to touch him. “Go ahead and finish me off Gia” He breathed. His muscles tensed as I rubbed the head of his cock with hard fast strokes. He grunted and his body went rigid, and I felt him explode in my hand. He looked down as he continued to come. A bright flash of light caused me to look up onto the road. There was an SUV coming at us head on. I felt like my stomach had jumped into my throat as the headlights seemed to get closer to us at lightning speed.

  “Christoff! Watch out!” I shrieked as I squeezed his shoulder. I was shaking uncontrollably.

  “Fuck!” Christoff swerved the wheel hard. The force threw me off of his shoulder and against the passenger door. Our car slid horizontally across the road until we were perpendicular to the SUV racing at us. All at once I heard an earth shattering crash and everything went black.

  ***

  When I opened my eyes, I didn’t know what had happened. I felt something warm and sticky running across my forehead and down my cheek. I reached up and wiped my face with my hand. I shrieked in horror when I looked down to see my palm covered with my own blood. As soon as I saw the blood, I felt an excruciating pain shoot through my entire body. My head was throbbing, and I felt like I had snapped my neck. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I thought I was going to throw up. I wiggled my toes to make sure I wasn’t paralyzed. My toes moved, but the effort made my body hurt more. I felt suffocated by the air bags. The smell of gun powder hung in the air.

  “Christoff?” I whimpered. I was so scared. He didn’t respond. I couldn’t see him. I wanted to look over at him, but I couldn’t move my neck. I undid my seat belt and slowly lifted my entire body up and flipped myself around so that I was facing the driver’s side of the car. As I shifted my weight, I realized that I was covered in glass. All of my senses were on a delay, and I was having trouble taking everything in. I closed my eyes to try to stop the pounding in my head. I was overwhelmed by physical pain and complete horror.

  “Christoff!” I wailed. “What happened?” I opened my eyes and I saw Christoff slumped over the steering wheel covered in blood. His eyes were closed, and he wasn’t moving. The driver’s side of the car was completely crushed, and Christoff was wedged between broken glass and twisted metal. Christoff was a little over 6’3 with broad shoulders, and he was all muscle. There was no way I would be able to get him out of there. I began to really panic. I wondered if he was still breathing. I reached out and touched him.

  “Christoff, wake up! Christoff!?” I was crying hysterically. He was bleeding heavily, but I couldn’t tell from where. I needed to get help, but I couldn’t move. I felt sick as I looked over at Christoff lying there helplessly. My stomach heaved as I realized that I could be watching him die. I wished that I had just spoken up and asked him if he wanted to be with me before the accident happened. I was overcome with wracking sobs as I realized I might never have a chance to build a life with Christoff. Everything was going so well tonight and then it all changed in an instant. I needed to call 911, but I couldn’t find my purse. I tried to open the passenger door, but I couldn’t. I reached down and grabbed Christoff’s hand. It was warm but limp.

  “Christoff, I love you so much,” I whispered. “Please, wake up. I promised to never make you drive across town to get me dessert again. Please wake up. I won’t even ask you to come to Chicago to visit me anymore. I’ll move to Germany with you like I should have a long time ago. Just please talk to me baby, please!” I begged.

  “I’ll do anything. I promise! Just wake up for me,” I cried as I stroked his face. I heard sirens, but they still sounded like they were in the distance. We needed help now. If Christoff didn’t get to the hospital, he could di
e right here in my arms. I felt a surge of adrenalin. I used every ounce of strength I had to climb into the back seat and pry open the back passenger door. My body was shaking, and I was covered in glass and blood. I crawled out the back door on my hands and knees. I couldn’t stand.

  “Help! Help!” I cried out. “My boyfriend needs an ambulance. He’s dying.” I saw paramedics rush toward the car. Two headed toward Christoff, and two ran toward me. A man and a woman paramedic slowly scooped me up and put me on the stretcher centimeter by centimeter. The female paramedic pulled my dress down from around my waist and covered my legs with a sheet.

  “Christoff needs help,” I whimpered. “I think he’s dying.”

  “We have a team working to get him out of the car. Don’t worry, we will take care of him. Just calm down a bit. We have to check your vitals. And stay still. We don’t know the extent of your injuries, so you need to be as still as possible.” The female paramedic tried to sooth me, but I was frantic.

  “I need to ride in the same ambulance with him!” I tried to sit up but my body wouldn’t let me.