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

by Nella Tyler

  She laughed.

  That was it, I was in. It didn’t really matter what else I sad after that. She had already decided that she liked me. All I had to do was keep her laughing and she would be home with me within the hour.

  I pulled her aside to a table where the two of us could talk without her co-workers hearing. It was the best move I had made. Right away she started to talk about each of them and fill me in on all the work gossip.

  My old tricks still worked just fine as I laughed and played along with her work talk. Her name was Kim and she was adorable. Probably only about 5’2” tall and very petite. She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most adorable dimples I had ever seen. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place and see what kind of things she liked to do in bed.

  “I don’t normally ask a woman that I just met this, but I had a horrible day. Would you be interested in hanging out and watching some Netflix tonight?”

  She giggled at first, but then I leaned in and kissed her neck. Kim tilted her head and allowed my lips to move freely from her earlobe down to the clavicle. She was going to say yes, I knew it.

  “Um, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other.”

  Time for my trademark move. I whipped my wallet out which had a fat stack of one hundred dollar bills in it.

  “Here’s my driver’s license. Why don’t you take a picture of it and you will know who I am? You can Google me. I’m a pretty good guy.”

  The combination of seeing my actual drivers license and knowing that I carried several hundred dollars worth of cash with me was just enough to get a girl to say yes. Many of them didn’t really care about the money, but there was something legitimate about a man who had that kind of cash.

  “Alright, we can go hang out for a little bit,” she said as she walked over and said goodnight to her coworkers.

  I think part of the reason she said yes was because she wanted to leave with me in front of her coworkers. They whispered behind her back as we walked away and I was sure they would be gossiping about her long into the next week.

  But I was a pretty damn good catch if I didn’t say so myself. My dark brown hair and muscular body fit perfectly into my tailored suits. If you liked the clean cut stockbroker type, I was definitely the idealistic partner.

  We walked into the gold lobby of Trump Towers and I saw her mouth open just a touch as she looked around and took in everything. It was a beautiful lobby and certainly nothing less than magnificent.

  When the elevator doors closed, I pressed Kim gently up against the mirrored wall and kissed her. Nothing too outrageous, just enough to tell her I planned to make love to her the second we got to my apartment.

  Kim seemed down with having a good time as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back passionately. Her sweet lips moved hard against mine and I felt like she wanted me badly.

  I opened the door to my apartment and her eyes widened at the amazing view. It was a beautiful night and you could see the whole city from my apartment. Kim walked straight up to the window and looked out.

  “Oh, my gosh. This is so pretty.”

  “It is a perfect view,” I said. “And the city looks good also.”

  She smiled and looked sweeter than she had down at the bar. Something about the way she looked at me gave me a horrible feeling in my stomach, though. My plans to ravage her body and hear her moan in delight didn’t seem like as good of an idea as it normally did.

  “Thanks,” Kim said as she walked around the apartment. “This is a really pretty place you have. Are you married?”

  “No.”

  “You just like to decorate?”

  “I hired someone.”

  “You don’t really want to watch Netflix, do you?” Kim said as she walked down the hall toward my bedroom.

  I stood there and looked at her. So innocent and sweet, yet she started to take her clothes off.

  First, her blouse: slowly, button by button, she opened it up.

  “We can if you’d like,” I said with a smile as I watched her.

  “I think we can find something else to do.”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  I made my way over to her and pulled her close to me. I felt her breath leave her as she sighed at my touch. My hands gingerly reached around and unhooked her bra to allow her glorious tits to be exposed.

  Quickly I moved my lips down to one of her nipples and sucked on it while I walked her backward toward the bed. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure when I switched to the other nipple.

  Her taste was new and exciting and any trepidation I had before was gone. I wanted her. My body was hard and throbbing for her.

  I reached down and slid her skirt to the ground and stopped to look at her delicate white lace panties. They were delightful and formed a cute V shape on her lower abdomen. I didn’t hesitate long before I slid them off and she grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned me.

  She moved too slowly for me though and I quickly took over the buttons so I could get it off as quickly as possible. Within a minute, I had removed all my clothing and we both stood there naked and exposed. My cock pointed at her like a missile zeroing in on the target.

  Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me and jumped up into my arms. Something had taken over and she was ravenous for me. Her kisses became forceful and she reached down to grab my cock and slide it into her. It took every bit of my energy to get her to hold off long enough to let me slide a condom on. I placed her on the ground for a moment and went to my nightstand to get the wrapped protection.

  The second I had slid it over my bulging cock, Kim pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She was out of control. Something had taken over and she wanted to fuck me more than I had seen any woman switch over in all my time of picking up women. No longer was Kim the sweet girl next door. She was a sex goddess with her prey in sight.

  It drove me wild to see her switch into sex goddess mode and my old needs quickly filled my mind. I wanted to hear her scream for me. I needed to hear those crazy moans that only game when a woman was orgasming.

  I let her rid my cock for a short time before I grabbed her and twisted her onto the bed. She was shocked but allowed it. It was easier to control my thrust with me on top and I liked to be in control.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she screamed.

  Oh god, she wanted to call me ‘Daddy.' That was one of those pet names that I just hated. It wasn’t something that I felt particularly fond of for any woman to call her man. In fact, it sort of creeped me out. It was too late now, I was fucking her and I wasn’t about to stop and ask her to use a different pet name.

  I grabbed onto one of her nipples as I thrust inside of her. She seemed to particularly like that, so I moved my mouth back down to her nipple.

  “Yeah, Daddy, suck on Mommy’s tits.”

  I cringed inside. Why? Why did she have to say those things? Couldn’t I just enjoy her perky breasts without the mention of Mommies and Daddies?

  I was fine with most women’s kinkiness and fantasies. Typically it didn’t bother me at all. I could go with the flow and do whatever it was that would help them have a great time. But on that night I just couldn’t get into it. Being called Daddy wasn’t a turn on for me at all and I felt a bit disgusting when she said it.

  There was no turning back from the point we were at though so I soldiered on and continued to fuck her. Whenever she called me Daddy I just had to hum a little to myself and try not to listen to her. I just couldn’t fuck her properly if I kept thinking about the disgusting picture of an old fat Dad on top of her.

  I pumped my hips harder into her in the hopes of getting the screams out of her that I needed to hear. Harder and harder I pumped and I kept sucking on her nipple to avoid the intimacy of kissing.

  “Oh yes, Daddy, give it to me good. I’ve been a bad little girl,” she said as I continued on.

  We were so close to finishing, I could feel it. Thrust after thrust I delivered in the hopes that I would get
that final explosion and we could be done with this. I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t call me Daddy anymore, but I wasn’t so lucky.

  “Can’t you fuck me any harder, Daddy?”

  Oh, I could; but the way she said it was like she didn’t know if I was capable of fucking her hard. Who did she think I was? I had started to think she had convinced herself I was an old grandpa who was too old to continue on fucking her. It annoyed me.

  I stopped sucking her nipple and wrapped my arms under hers and held onto her shoulders. She looked up at me with wide eyes as I delivered the first slow thrust deep into her. I saw a bit of a wince on her face so I went slow and deep again.

  “Oh, poor little Daddy is getting tired,” she taunted me.

  That was all I needed to let loose and fuck the shit out of her. I held onto her shoulders and delivered pounding blow after blow to her and watched her face as she closed her eyes. The moans game shortly after and then the ultimate scream when she finally came.

  I thrust a few short time afterward until my explosion happened.

  My desire to get away from her as quickly as possible overcame me and I made a v-line for the bathroom. It wasn’t often that I took off so quickly, but I just couldn’t let her call me Daddy again. It was imbedded into my ears and I needed the words to disappear as soon as possible. Hopefully, when I got her out of my apartment.

  Suddenly the idea of picking up random chicks at the bar did not seem like a good one. I was tired and it just wasn’t worth it anymore. I wanted to go to bed and I didn’t want to deal with that girl at all anymore. I certainly didn’t want to hear her baby talk at me and call me Daddy again. I was at the end of my patience.

  I cleaned up and went back to the bed, but found Kim all dressed and getting ready to leave. I secretly said thank you to the heavens. If only all girls were that easy to get rid of.

  One time I had a girl who kept trying to stay at my house when I needed to leave for work. She tried getting into the shower, cleaning my kitchen and even doing some laundry. Her level of clinginess was epic and it took me all morning to convince her I would call her later and she had to leave. Of course, I never did call her later and she was one of the most annoying women who called and trying to talk to me through Natasha at work.

  “Five hundred dollars baby,” she said to me.

  I looked at her blankly because I wasn’t sure I had heard her right. Had she just asked for me to give her five hundred dollars? That was an odd thing for a woman to ask for when she left my house.

  “What?” I thought I hadn’t heard her right.

  “Five hundred dollars sweet thing.”

  Oh, fuck! She was a prostitute. How had I missed that? She was dressed like a business woman, she was sitting with friends. How the fuck had I missed that she was a working girl.

  She was really fucking good. Her acting skills were totally on par with the celebrities in the movies. I never even suspected that she was a working girl. I had really believed that she was a shy girl who was stuck out to dinner with co-workers from work. I had been duped.

  “Really, you’re a working girl?”

  “I thought you knew darling. You flashed the money. Seemed totally into the sweet innocent girl thing I had going on.”

  “Oh fuck. Alright, whatever. Here,” I said as I handed her the money.

  “Here’s my card. Call me sometime,” she said as she let herself out the door.

  Suddenly I went from feeling like an asshole for sleeping with the girl to feeling like a total loser. What the hell had just happened? I didn’t need to sleep with a prostitute. I had plenty of women I could call at anytime. Was I really so worried about having a connection with a woman that I ended up sleeping with a working girl?

  I instantly send a text to Alicia, “Lunch tomorrow?”

  It was well after midnight, but she responded right away, “Sure.”

  I got into the shower and then fell asleep fast. I needed a fresh start. I needed to make some serious changes.

  Chapter 28

  I woke up with that feeling of remorse that I hated. Not very often did I actually get such a feeling but it had happened twice in the last week; so I paid more attention. My gym was the best place to go when I needed to clear my head so I was up and on a treadmill before six am.

  Faster and faster I ran in the hopes that I would finally clear my mind. There was so much racing through my thoughts that I ended up running for a whole 60 minutes. My body was exhausted, but my mind continued to race when I finally got off the treadmill.

  As I walked to the locker room, that hot blonde from a few weeks before ran right into me. My initial instinct was to just turn around and ignore her, but I decided to just talk to her. I didn’t want to have to switch gyms again all because of a woman.

  “Oh hey,” she said. “Did you end up buying into ALL Warren Clothing?”

  “Yeah, I did. How about you?”

  “Nope, I got a bad feeling after reading through their financials. But it looks like they are doing well. Best of luck to you.”

  “Thanks.”

  She took off pretty quickly in the opposite direction. Most likely because she had given me her number and I had never called. Most girls in my neighborhood didn’t waste their time on guys who wouldn’t call them. They were efficient women who worked hard and didn’t have time for games. Luckily our interaction had not been too awkward.

  My mind couldn’t concentrate at work and I needed to see Alicia and talk to her. Finally when lunch time came, I rushed out the door to the nearby restaurant that I had agreed to meet Alicia at. It wasn’t anything special, just a normal local place that many of us went to over lunch. Although, admittedly, we typically didn’t take very many actual lunch breaks.

  As I sat and waited for her I needed to figure out what to say when Alicia arrived. But as she walked ,in all my worries disappeared and I felt that calmness of familiarity.

  She walked in with a casual sway of her hips and the white sundress she had on moved gingerly back and forth. Her crimson hair was curled slightly and wrapped behind her ears. She looked beautiful, confident and innocent. My heart calmed down instantly.

  “Hello there, pretty lady,” I said as I stood up and pulled her chair out.

  “Hello back.”

  “You are looking radiant,” I couldn’t help but realize just how beautiful she was.

  It was a different realization than normal, though. I could see the obvious outer beauty, I had always been easily able to see that in a woman. But as Alicia sat across from me I saw so much more. I saw a hardworking woman who would stop at nothing to get ahead in the world. I liked that determination and thought it helped Alicia to be the best person she could be.

  She was such a strong woman who had built her company from the ground up. Independent women had always been my weak point. Strong looked so sexy on a woman. I never liked the women who wanted a man to take care of them. If I was ever going to actually settle down, it was going to be with a woman who could be my equal. A woman who had her head set on goals and worked her ass off to get them.

  I didn’t even care if Alicia was mixed up in the illegal stuff that might be going on with her company. At that moment, all I cared about was really getting to know her. I wanted to know what made her tick, I wanted to hear about her childhood, her family; all of it. Well I did care if she was actually doing something illegal, I couldn’t stand the thought of people judging me for being with a woman who had committed such atrocious money acts against people.

  “Thank you, Evan. You seem in a particularly good mood today. Did you make a lot of money on the market today?”

  “Well I didn’t really work much, I was thinking about our date.”

  “Oh is this a date?”

  “Hell yeah, it is. It’s like date number eight,” I said with a smile.

  “So we are keeping track of the dates?”

  “Not on purpose.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. I had actually counted
the number of times I had seen Alicia in the last couple of weeks. Two things were very strange about that. First off: I had seen her multiple times in the last few weeks. Secondly: I had not fucked her yet.

  My brain constantly went back to the idea of having Alicia all to myself to enjoy every last curve of her body. My brain wanted that feeling and my body wanted to figure out how to make it happen.

  The humor in the situation was not lost on me. I had never been out with a woman long enough that I could count the number of dates we had been on.

  “So, what’s good here?” Alicia asked as she looked through the menu.

  “Oh pretty much everything, take your pick. I particularly like the caesar salad. But don’t get it if you don’t love artichokes. There is a ton in there.”

  “My mom’s second husband used to make the best salads. I wish she wouldn’t have divorced him just because he always made such good food.”

  “How many times was your mother married?”

  “She is on her fourth right now.”

  “Wow she’s having a rough time finding her match,” I said.

  “Yeah, she’s in love with the idea of love but doesn’t really pick her guys very well. When I was younger, I had three different last names before I graduated from high school. I sort of lost my identity throughout that process.”

  “Wow, that’s pretty wild. So which last name do you use now?”

  “Warren is my father’s last name. I went back to it because it helped me feel comfortable again. It’s the name I like most.”

  “That’s a pretty good last name. I mean, considering it’s your company name and all,” I joked.

  “Yeah, well my last name was Mankenstark when I had my first company. It wasn’t nearly as sexy.”

  I had to laugh. I wasn’t even sure how to spell that last name. It really didn’t seem like a good choice to use for a company.

  Suddenly, it hit me. That was why I hadn’t been able to find any information on Alicia when I tried to pull all the old records. She had all the information under a different last name. I wanted to rush back to my office and send off a new request for information.