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

by Nella Tyler

  As I headed down to the exchange, I saw Rebecca out of the corner of my eye. I had taken her home after work one day because she was an intern and I thought she would have moved on from here fairly soon. Unfortunately for me, she got hired on and now I had to deal with her every so often.

  “Hey, Evan!” Rebecca said as she waved her hand and made her way toward the elevator.

  I stopped the door from closing and waited for her. There was no use in trying to avoid her; I had learned that a long time ago. It was a much better use of my time to just talk to her and flirt a little.

  “Hello, beautiful. You are looking sexy as always,” I said as she came into the elevator with me.

  She was a beautiful, full-figured woman with tits that just didn’t quit. I could still remember my cock as it slid up and down between her huge F Cup breasts. She was a sweet girl and I suspected she didn’t sleep with guys like me very often. I had enjoyed our night very much, but I wasn’t into the relationship thing and certainly didn’t want to give her false hope.

  I did have a hard-on as I thought about titty fucking her. Damn, it was a fun night. There weren’t many women who would let you titty fuck them and even fewer that had breasts large enough to make it fun. Damn, her breasts were enormous.

  “How are you?” She asked as the doors closed.

  “Stressed, but what’s new? That’s our world. Right?”

  “Yeah, we should go get a drink again sometime. Maybe burn off a little of that stress,” she said as she moved a step closer to me.

  Her hand rested on my chest and I felt her breasts press up against me. I would have fucker her right there in the elevator if the damn thing didn’t have a camera in it. I had learned that the hard way a few months earlier.

  “Yes, we will,” I said as my hard cock did the talking and gave poor Rebecca some continued hope that we would be together again someday.

  I hated to lead a girl on and when I didn’t have to see them it was much easier. I never minded having another fun night in bed, but most women couldn’t handle random sex like that. Even when they said it was alright, eventually they all wanted a relationship or some sort of commitment from me. That’s why I tried to stick to the one night stand.

  “Great, I’ll text you some time,” Rebecca said as we made it to the ground floor.

  She took off toward the cafeteria and I made my way over to the stock exchange. I had to start my research on the two IPO’s and make my decision on which I would buy for the portfolio I managed.

  I walked onto the stock market exchange and instantly felt the buzz of the floor. It was a sensation that you just couldn’t get in any other place in the world. Floor trading was like a drug and even though I had weaned myself off of it, the second I stepped onto the floor again, I felt the high. It was a high better than any drug I had ever tried. It was a money high.

  Chapter 4

  The buzz of the New York Stock Exchange always felt like cocaine rushing through my veins. It didn’t matter if it was my first time back on the floor in a month, or if I had visited every day for a week. I loved the rush.

  To be honest, I enjoyed almost any rush. I had tried cocaine and random other substances over the years, but not had been interesting enough to get me as addicted as sex or money. Making money and having sex were my two vices and I didn’t intend to give up either one of them anytime soon.

  I saw Alicia Warren right away. She stood out from the gray, blue, and black suits that filled the walkways. Her bright pink dress hugged every curve she had. My cock got hard instantly. Her long red hair was pinned back just enough for me to see her neck and a small tattoo on it. I wondered what it said.

  My line of sight to her was perfect, I was mixed in with the traders and totally invisible to her as I watched. I looked on and let my eyes take in every curve of her body as she talked to the heads of the stock exchange.

  The men around her seemed to be just as enthralled with her beauty as I was. When they were close enough to her, they touched her. The men who were further away made a point to laugh at almost everything she said. She had them wrapped around her little finger, but none of them seemed to care at all. They looked like they enjoyed talking to her.

  She laughed loudly and turned around to look at the floor as she did. Her eyes stopped on mine and I stopped breathing. Her deep blue eyes mesmerized me. They looked into my soul like no one had ever been able to do. I looked away. There was no need to give her any look into my soul. It was a degenerate and dangerous place, I was sure of it.

  “Hey, is that the CEO of the new IPO?” I asked one of the guys I knew on the floor.

  Although I clearly knew who she was, I needed to do what I had come to the exchange floor to do: research.

  “Yeah, it’s a shame, though.”

  “What’s a shame?” I asked as we both looked at her again.

  “I heard she’s a lesbian.”

  It didn’t shock me; nothing really shocked me when it came to sex. I knew human nature and it was to have fun and have sex. I doubted she was actually a lesbian, though; no lesbian would have looked at me like she did. I suspected she had told some jerk she was a lesbian when he relentlessly asked her out. That stuff seemed to make its way around the gossip circles pretty quick when a beautiful woman was involved. I had heard from more than a few women that being a “lesbian” was their go-to phrase for getting out of dealing with a relentless guy.

  “What do you hear about her company? Is it going to be a good IPO?”

  “Yeah, one of the best this year. My girlfriend loves ALL Warren Clothing and told me all her friends buy the brand pretty regularly. I don’t know much about it, but if the ladies like the company, it typically does pretty well.”

  He was right. Women drove the market more than they knew. They were almost always in charge of the buying for a household, so when new products and services came out, the women were the target market. More businesses needed to realize the power of their female customers, it would help them increase their sales tenfold.

  “Anything you are worried about with them?”

  “Nope, sales were reportedly through the roof last quarter. Consistent growth, significant customer base, they look solid.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  I turned to walk toward a different group of people I knew on the floor. It was a small group of female traders who were always extremely helpful when I had questions about new IPO’s. I had also slept with most of them. Luckily it wasn’t something they went around talking to each other about; I assumed that would get pretty nasty if that ever happened.

  “Hello, ladies. How is everyone today?”

  They stopped talking and turned my direction. It was delightful to see all four of them standing together, and there were a couple other women that I didn’t know as well. My mind instantly remembered back to when I had fucked each of them. I surprisingly still remembered the details of all four one night stands.

  Amber had been the one who wanted to try anal sex. I always enjoyed an adventurous woman who was willing to give something new a try. I didn’t get to fuck many women in the ass, so I took advantage of that night for sure. Most women balked at the idea of a nice stiff ass fucking, but my experience was they did this because they knew it was a society taboo. As soon as a woman had experienced anal, they had no problems wanting it more and more.

  Susan, oh she was a wild woman. She hinted at the idea that she liked to get tied up, but when she got to my apartment, I realized I had misheard her. Susan wanted to tie me up. I let her and she fucked the shit out of me all night long. Her tight pussy rocked on top of my cock until I thought I might actually die from too much sex. My cock was sore for a week after all that fucking.

  Renee had a lot of pent up orgasms that just needed to come out. She told me that she hadn’t had an orgasm in over five years. It made me sad that such a beautiful woman like herself would be left in such a state. I fucked her and then brought out a vibrator toy. For over three hours, I force
d her to have orgasm after orgasm. My sheets were soaked in her cum and she ended up sleeping at my house for almost two days after that. By Monday morning, she was recovered and ready for work, with a fabulous new healthy glow to her.

  Jamie was a special one. She had only slept with her high school boyfriend, who broke up with her a few months before we had our night of fun. She wasn’t into anything kinky and certainly wasn’t going to try anal. We kept things slow and sweet and had a long night of lovemaking. Her hair smelled like strawberries and I could still remember her quiet screams as she tried not to make noise while she came.

  The women knew right away what I was there for; they all looked over at Alicia and then back to me.

  “Are you looking at buying some new IPO stock or looking for a date,” Amber said to me.

  “Well, I need more information on her company before I commit to an IPO.”

  “What about the date?” Jamie teased me.

  “Oh, I don’t need to date a woman like that. Too much into her business I’m sure. I like my women with a little more free time on their hands.”

  Although I was answering Jamie’s question, I tried hard to take a moment and look at each of the women as I answered. One of the biggest keys to keeping women happy was making sure they felt like you were paying attention to them. Even very confident and successful women wanted a man to pay attention to them. It was just part of their nature.

  “Seriously ladies, what do you know about the ALL Warren Clothing line?”

  “Her stuff is hip and popular, that is for sure,” Susan said.

  “I’d be concerned about the rapid sales growth in less than two years. Seems like they might be padding the numbers,” Renee added.

  “Hmm, padding? Really?” I asked.

  “Yeah, they are popular, but I don’t see the infrastructure to get the kind of sales money they have going on. I would like to know more about their sales channels and wholesale market.”

  Renee was a smart woman. She had a good grasp of the clothing industry and her information was very useful. The way she analyzed a company was a totally different way than I did it, so it was helpful to both of us when we could talk out our thought process.

  “Thank you, Renee, I appreciate your insights very much,” I said as I looked her right in the eyes. “Thank you all, I always appreciate some good business advice from the most intelligent women on the stock exchange.”

  I knew better than to call that group of women beautiful. Although in private they all blushed at being called by such a name; when they were together most women on the stock exchange thought poorly of being called pretty. The term pretty, or beautiful, was often used around the stock exchange for women who were not smart. It was a politically correct way of calling a woman stupid, but the women had caught onto it.

  As I walked away, I looked back up to the bell area to see if Alicia was still over there with the other men. She was not. I had hoped I would have a chance to run into her and talk about her company one on one. I figured it would help me in my planning on whether to buy her stocks or not, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. I could find enough research on my own to decide if I wanted to buy into her IPO.

  Big Daddy Doors was the other company I needed information on, but I had a different group of people that I wanted to talk to about that IPO. The old timers who had been around awhile would be my best source of information when it came to that company. Big Daddy Doors had been part of the Sears Roebuck Company until about twenty years ago. At that time, they broke off on their own and have been extremely successful ever since.

  I needed an idea about their business clientele and if the type of doors they had were really going to continue to grow. The old timers were far and away the best source of information when you had a well-established company that was just now releasing as an IPO.

  “Arthur, Ronald, how the heck are you guys?” I said as I found them taking a coffee break off to the side of the room.

  The old timers were the only ones who ever actually took breaks on the stock exchange floor. They had been around long enough to know that taking care of themselves was more important than working themselves to death on the floor. I liked their attitudes. I didn’t mind hard work at all, but I hated stupid work. If I was going to work hard, I always made sure I worked as smart as possible.

  “We’re good, Evan. How is the lady business?” Arthur asked.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Arthur was quite the character and always made a joke about the number of women I dated. I would have said he was jealous, but he always talked about his lovely wife and how wonderful his life was with her.

  “The lady business is good. So what’s up with Big Daddy Doors?”

  “Don’t waste your time; it’s going to bomb,” Ronald added.

  “Why?”

  “They have been around forever, but no innovation. They have no plans to expand and no researchers working on something new. Their IPO is a mercy throw by the quarterback in the final ten seconds of the game.”

  I loved Ronald’s sports analogies when it came to business. He consistently brought up a new analogy pretty much every time we talked. He knew what he was talking about and I always listened to him. The one time I didn’t listen was the only time I totally bombed in a stock purchase.

  Chapter 5

  That night, back at my house, I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I pictured Alicia there with me. Sex was constantly on my mind, but even more so when a beautiful woman like Alicia was around.

  She was smart and obviously extremely business savvy, which was sometimes hard to find in a woman. I didn’t know her well enough to know if I should buy up shares of her stock, but I assumed she would say that I should. What CEO wouldn’t want you to spend thousands of dollars to boost their company up?

  As I sat at my computer, I started my research with Alicia. I have learned over the years that the best way to find out how stable a company was started with how stable the CEO was. It just made sense. An unstable or erratic CEO wasn’t going to instill confidence in investors. When it came to their money, investors wanted to know that it was in the most responsible and reliable hands. That’s why most CEO’s seemed incredibly dull. Their organization had elected them to that position specifically because of their boring factor.

  A startup company CEO was different, though. Startups were a breed of their own and their CEO’s could be anywhere on the crazy train. I had personally visited with CEO’s that were absolutely and utterly insane. I had also visited with CEO’s that were clearly saner than I was.

  I started by looking into Alicia’s college years—often when crazy first reveals itself. When researching a company, or CEO, I typically found arrests and a variety of other wild and interesting facts. It was unbelievable how much personal information was available on the internet to anyone who had a credit card and a little spare time.

  Alicia didn’t seem to have too wild of a time while she was in college. She had the typical 4.0 GPA, extremely common among CEO’s. Alicia was beautiful and bright, a total double whammy. I continued to dig for dirt on her or her company but, unfortunately, I kept coming up empty-handed.

  There was no previous arrests, no arrests for fighting for endangered animal rights. Alicia had absolutely nothing hiding in her past—well, at least nothing that I could find from my internet research. I thought I might need to hire a private investigator.

  I continued on for much of the evening as I poured through ever piece of information about Alicia that was available online. I understood it might not all be real information, but I just needed to get a general understanding of what her life was really like. Did she really have the drive and dedication to growing her company to the level that she needed? I wasn’t sure, but what I was sure of was her dedication to her business. But dedication wasn’t always enough.

  As I flipped through some pictures that had Alicia tagged in them, I came across one of her in front of Donald Trump Towers. The building was literally acro
ss the street from me and I couldn’t believe she lived there.

  With one single phone call, I was able to find out what apartment she lived in and what her typical scheduled looked like. Knowing her schedule was about more than just watching her for my own enjoyment. The more I understood and could communicate with the CEO, the better I felt about making a purchase.

  I needed to talk to Alicia; that was the next logical step in my research process. The problem was, I didn’t want her to know who I was. I knew she had seen me on the trading room floor, but I couldn’t let her know how high up I was in my organization. If she thought I was just a lowly floor trader, she would be more likely to give me information about her company. Floor traders didn’t have the power to run their own funds and just spent their day initiating the trades that they were ordered to do.

  Since I had her typical daily schedule now, it was easy to find her the next morning when I showed up at her favorite coffee shop. I made sure to sit by the door and did my best to get her attention without looking like I had purposely tried to get her attention.

  I spilled my coffee all over my pretend papers just as she opened the door to walk out of the coffee shop. Naturally, she thought she had bumped my coffee on accident and she rushed to help me salvage whatever papers I could get away from the coffee spill.

  “Crap, I can’t believe this,” I pretended to be concerned.

  “I’m really sorry, my bag must have knocked over your cup,” Alicia said as she looked at me and seemed to realize that she recognized me from somewhere.

  “It’s alright, it’s not like these papers were the only thing between me and the unemployment line,” I teased her.

  “Oh, shit. I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked as we had finally salvaged the papers that we could.

  I hoped she didn’t look too closely at the graphs or papers on the table, none of them were even from this year. They were print outs from previous research I did over two years before. The outdated information was sometimes helpful to me when I researched and sometimes it wasn’t useful at all. The non-useful paper typically went into my shredder, but I happened to have been behind on my shredding.