Sleeping with a Billionaire - Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story)

by Nella Tyler

  As I walked towards my car, I thought about my last several meetings with Katie. I had put in my notice only a few days after Zeke and I had both come clean about our feelings for each other, and I’d planned the situation carefully. At first, I didn’t admit to starting a relationship with Zeke. I knew that if I did, I would probably be fired immediately—even if Katie liked me and liked the results that I had been getting. I wrote up my letter of resignation, signed it, and presented it to her at our status meeting, explaining that I didn’t feel like I wanted to continue—I wanted to move onto other things.

  But as the weeks wore on and Zeke kept postponing meeting with other matches that Katie found for him, she figured it out. In my second-to-last meeting with her, she asked me if I knew anything about why Zeke was suddenly slowing down on the prospect of meeting potential matches.

  “That would be because he already found a match,” I said. “Me.” My heart was pounding in my chest when I told her, but I knew that I could survive getting fired a week early.

  “About time you admitted it,” she had said, grinning—shocking me.

  “You knew?”

  She had nodded. “I’ve known there was something between the two of you for a while now,” she had told me, shrugging. “Especially when he turned down the second match I made for him—and I suspected back when he failed to establish a rapport with Chelsea.”

  “Why didn’t you fire me, then?”

  Katie had shrugged again. “First, because I wasn’t sure either of you would act on it,” she’d explained frankly. “Second, because even if you two did act on it, I wasn’t sure it would last. Honestly, I probably should have all of my clients end up in threatening situations on their dates: it certainly seems to bring people together.”

  “That’s not the reason why,” I’d told her. “There were…feelings…before that.”

  “Of course there were,” she had said, laughing. “If there hadn’t been, he wouldn’t have been so on-the-spot about interfering.”

  “So you knew that there were feelings between us and didn’t care?”

  She had grinned. “I cared, but I figured that you would keep Zeke out of trouble, and then if things didn’t work out between the two of you, he’d be even more suited to finding a serious match.”

  I unlocked the driver’s side door on my car and climbed in. My last meeting with Katie had gone more or less as I expected it to; she hadn’t had anything negative to say about my performance, and she definitely couldn’t fault me in terms of keeping things professional with the rest of my clients. It probably helped that Zeke had paid her a bonus for the fact that he was, in his own words, “taking you away from the agency,” and the fact that he’d found a suitable match within a month of signing up with the company. I started the car and checked the time. As long as traffic wasn’t too bad, I should make the meeting with Brady and Zeke in the park, and Brady would just be settling down from his romp, just in time for us to go to the first place on our agenda.

  The fact that I could trust Brady alone with Zeke was a major thing, in my mind; when I’d told Katie where I was going after our meeting, she had looked—if not shocked—then at least a little surprised that I trusted someone I was dating so much. “Brady loves him,” I’d told her.

  “Clearly, but the fact that you trust him to take care of Brady without any supervision…maybe I should dock your last paycheck, consider you a member.”

  “You got a bonus out of Zeke! What more do you want?”

  I pulled out of the garage and started towards the park, across town from the office. Katie was pleased for me, I knew. She would miss having me as an employee, but even if I hadn’t given her grounds for dismissal, I knew I couldn’t keep dating Zeke and coaching men in their attempts to find a relationship. Part of me thought that even if Zeke hadn’t come along, all things being equal, I probably would have gotten burned out anyway—especially with the situation with Nathan. I would have to continue being in contact with the agency for a while longer, since the case was ongoing, but from a professional standpoint, I was done with them. My last paycheck would be mailed to me, and Zeke had made his final payment on his account. We were both finished with matchmaking.

  I’d thought long and hard about how I was going to move forward. Zeke’s invitation to me—to support me while I went back to being a full-time mother—had been tempting. But I’d decided instead that it would be better for both of us if I let him put my name forward for a position at the company he worked for. I wouldn’t be working for him—that was one condition I’d insisted on, and one that Zeke was happy to fulfill—but I’d be putting the skills I’d gained as a dating coach to good use in the HR department. I was set to start at the company in two weeks’ time; my first day would be the Monday after Zeke, Brady, and I returned from a little vacation together, camping in the mountains.

  Traffic didn’t let me down, and I pulled into a spot in the lot outside of the park with five minutes to spare before the time I’d told Zeke I’d meet up with him and Brady. He had given me the idea to do a little tour of the final five pre-K places that I’d come up with for my son to go to in a few months’ time, after he turned four. It was hard for me to believe that in a little more than a year, my only son would be starting Kindergarten—but then, I thought to myself, I still had years of fertility left; there was always a chance that I’d have another kid.

  “Mama!” Brady ran up to me, ignoring Zeke’s protest, and I laughed at the sight of my boyfriend on the ground, pretending to be a bear for my son’s amusement. I scooped Brady up in my arms as soon as he was within range and gave him a quick hug before setting him down again.

  “Are you two goofs ready to check out some pre-K places, or should we call it a day and just hang around the park?” Zeke pulled himself up off of the ground and dusted the stray grass off of his clothes.

  “I think—I hope—I managed to keep Brady going long enough that he won’t get bored,” he told me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me briefly—but deeply—on the lips.

  “Let’s get going then,” I said. “I have a fabulous idea for dinner, but we need time to stop at the store to make it happen.” Zeke took my hand in his and I grabbed my son’s hand as well, and we walked towards my car in the parking lot. To anyone watching, we would have looked like a completely normal family—someone might even assume that Zeke was Brady’s biological father, that we’d been married all along. As far as I was concerned, Zeke, Brady, and I were already a family. It was only a matter of time before it became official.

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  WOMANIZER

  By Nella Tyler

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Nella Tyler

  Chapter 1

  Her head moved up and down my shaft in a deliberate attempt to please me. She wanted to impress me with her skills. I didn’t mind. More power to any woman who wanted to put out the extra effort to please me, but her blowjob wasn’t anything special. It didn’t feel different from any number of women who had sucked on me before.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed her mouth; just because she wasn’t doing an exceptional job was no reason to turn her away. A mediocre blowjob was still a blowjob.

  My mind wandered to work and the current market trends; that’s how I knew it wasn’t a good blowjob. An exceptional sucking would leave my mind too numb for thought. Instead, I was left to analyze precisely the stocks in my head and plan what I would purchase Monday morning. The stock market consumed me; morning to night I constantly had the ticker tape of companies in my head.

  Her brown hair seemed to get in the way, so I reached down and held onto it. Not only
did it help her by keeping her hair out of the way of my cock, but it also allowed me to guide her head a little in the motions. I pulled tight on her hair, and she looked up at me. She probably wanted to say something about it hurting, but decided not to.

  I watched as her red lips made a perfect circle around my cock. Her tight lips pressed down on me, and the pressure was fantastic; if only she could get the stroke down, then she would be much better at giving head.

  Her skin was flawless, and my hands stroked the back of her neck as she thrust her head up and down on top of me. She didn’t have a freckle, mole, or blemish anywhere on her back. It fascinated me.

  Her round ass was exposed, and I couldn’t help but think about how much she would scream out when I entered her from behind. It was only a matter of time before I gave up on her oral sex skills and decided to fuck her to get this over with.

  “Deeper,” I commanded as I guided her throat to take my cock as far as she could.

  Like a good girl, she did. Her eyes went wide as my cock entered her throat, and she seemed to be surprised that she could take it so deep. Again and again she thrust her mouth down and soon I felt the pleasure of my cum building up for a grand explosion.

  The sucking sound echoed throughout my bedroom; I loved that sound. It sometimes echoed in my mind long after the girl had left for the night. I purposely kept very minimal pictures and decorations on my bedroom walls so nothing got in the way of the sound.

  I used the leverage I had on her head to thrust her down hard as I finally released deep into her throat. She seemed delighted when it was over and moved her mouth to kiss up my abs. Oh, how I hated this part. Her lips moved slowly up my body, and her dark brown eyes looked up at me. She wanted more; the desire filled her eyes.

  It was after the sex when they always wanted to cuddle or talk. None of that was my thing; I was there to please them. I wanted to show them how hot sex could be when they got away from their straight-laced, boring boyfriends. I didn’t cuddle. I sometimes did fall asleep with them in my bed, though, but only when the sex was exceptional.

  “How was that baby?” the girl asked as she stood up in front of me.

  Her body was insane, with curves in all the right places. She had perky breasts and a tight little ass. I think her name was Mary, or maybe it was Martha; I couldn’t remember. I reached out and pulled her close to me. My lips moved gently along her breast until I found her nipple and pulled it into my mouth.

  She moaned with pleasure as I flicked and licked one nipple and then the other. My body reacted to the taste of her.

  “Oh yes, babe, I like that,” she moaned.

  I had picked a good one; I had a feeling she would scream and moan so my neighbors could hear. I loved it when a girl could disturb the rotten, uptight couple that I shared the floor with. They wouldn’t know good sex if it hit them right in the head. Constantly the husband was sent to knock on my door and request I keep it down. He always looked defeated as he obliged his wife and did as he was told.

  I picked Mary, or Martha, up at the bar. She had giggled with her girlfriends when they looked at me. I could have picked any of them, but she seemed to be the most willing. Our conversation consisted of her talking about her job, something boring I assume since I couldn’t remember it. Then when I got her away from her friends, I easily had her full attention. With a couple compliments and a wink, she was on her way back to my apartment with me.

  Women were so predictable. It shouldn’t be that easy to pick up a woman in New York City, but it was. Pay attention to them, smile, listen and they were yours. These women had spent years with assholes hitting on them; the second you could appear as a nice guy, they were ready to spread their legs and let you have them all night long.

  They knew I didn’t want a relationship. They knew I was in it for the night only, but that didn’t scare them away. Having a one night stand might not have been something most of these women ever thought they would do. But the second I was in front of them with my nice guy smile and my custom suit, their panties just dropped for me.

  It wasn’t a coincidence that I liked to hang out at Edward’s, the bar on the corner of 5th street near my condo in downtown New York City. The bar was a magnet for business professionals and the women were always overworked and undersexed, which made them ripe for the picking.

  As we entered my building, the doorman and entryway always impressed them. It was a lavish building for sure; Donald Trump had built it with the intention of impressing people from the moment they walked in. It certainly did do that. Women got wet just from the mirrored elevator ride up to my apartment. Of course, I helped entice them with a long and seductive kiss as we made our way up to the 32nd floor.

  When we exited the elevator, it always surprised them that there were only two apartments on my entire floor. That alone showed the grand size of my condo and I could hear the dollar signs ringing in the women’s heads when they arrived. This particular girl tried to pretend like she wasn’t impressed, but I knew better. Everyone knows how much real estate costs in New York; some people pay over $1 million for a small one bedroom apartment.

  My condo cost me a cool $13 million dollars and its worth had grown to almost twice that in the last five years. My investments continued to grow, and as much as I wanted to continue to invest and grow my money, a new condo had been on my mind for awhile. I wanted the penthouse somewhere. Having half the floor wasn’t good enough for me anymore; I wanted the entire top floor of a building. I needed to keep hustling and growing my portfolio of investments if I was ever going to make that dream happen.

  When I opened my door, there was no way the women didn’t drench themselves. My apartment was styled by a professional and looked straight out of architecture digest. Even though I hardly spent more than a couple hours a day in my apartment, it still looked well lived in and adequately appointed with all the necessities.

  My professional kitchen would often be the first thing to draw the women into a conversation. Their hands would run along the smooth granite and their eyes widened at the sight of my floor to ceiling walk-in refrigerator. One person couldn’t consume enough food for such a large fridge, but it was always stocked with the random necessities that any woman who came by might want to try. Strawberries, yogurt, champagne, vegetables, and many other female friendly foods were always available. Women love a man who eats healthy, so I stocked it with colorful foods that enticed them and made me look like a health nut.

  As much as I hated to let a woman actually stay overnight, it did happen every now and then. I had found that the best way to get them going in the morning was to feed them and rush them out the door. On the special occasion that I might want to see the woman again, I would let her sit to eat her meal. If I didn’t want to see her again, I tried to give her some grab and go foods as I hurried off to work.

  As Mary, or Martha, stood in front of me, I could see she wanted more. She wasn’t satisfied to have given me head; this girl wanted the fun to continue. I didn’t answer her question about how I enjoyed the oral sex she had given; instead, I just bent her over the bed.

  I reached over and grabbed a condom from my drawer and slid it on with a quick ease that I had gained through my many encounters. The best way to keep a girl from talking is to make her scream.

  Girls loved to be fucked. They longed for it and most of them never had a magnificent fucking in all of their life. They spent their time looking for the man they would marry instead of a man that could fuck them unconscious.

  I didn't always fuck them until they passed out, but man oh man did I love to hear them scream with pleasure. There was something primal about the way a woman screamed when she orgasmed—there was nothing like it in the world.

  Mary Martha grabbed my black satin sheets as I slid into her. I started off slow, just to get a feel for her and how she would react. My hands held tight to her delicate hips and I pressed hard into her.

  “Oh God, Evan. Yes, just like that,” she moaned.
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  I kind of wished I remember her name. A twinge of guilt hit me as she called out my name, but I couldn’t remember hers.

  My thrusts continued long and hard and she stopped talking. Instead, she was consumed by moans of pleasure as her body enjoyed my deep motions. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her body up. The leverage was nice and I put my other hand on her shoulder to ensure I could press her body tight against mine.

  “Harder,” she screamed out.

  Oh, how I loved it when they said that. It was like an invitation to plow into them with all my force. It was a girl saying she liked a little rough thrusting to help get her to the orgasm of her lifetime. I happily obliged the command.

  My hands held onto her hair and shoulder and I plowed my cock into her as hard as I could humanly thrust. Her moans were deep and primal and soon I felt her body start to stiffen up. I let out the last couple thrusts just in time to see her entire body tighten up as she was rocked by an intense orgasm.

  Her legs started to shake as she collapsed onto the bed. I gave her a couple gently thrusts and then pulled out of her. A quick stop at the bathroom and I climbed into bed next to her. I could tell she was exhausted and wouldn’t be able to walk anytime soon. I guessed Mary Martha would have to spend the night. I didn’t mind, I was exhausted myself and would be asleep in only a matter of minutes.

  Chapter 2

  I dreaded the morning game. The girl never liked the idea of a one night stand and perpetually wanted to try and make things last. Sometimes I was into them and would string them along for a couple of dates, but typically the one night was all we would have together. I just couldn’t get past the sex and move into the part of a relationship where I had to pretend to like the things she did. It bored me and wasted my time—both things I hated.