Billionaire Games

by Michelle Love

There will most definitely be an argument later!

  * * *

  After the detective sat down, Arsen pulled out another chair.

  “Miss Gannon, if you will please take your seat, we can get on with this.”

  She sat down in the chair and his hand moved over her shoulder lightly, trying to diffuse some of her obvious anger. He sat down next to her and pressed the side of his leg to hers underneath the table where no one could see.

  Fontaine’s light blue eyes went back and forth between them.

  “Your assistant comes to make you breakfast, Arsen?”

  Steele’s head snapped up.

  “Mr. Sloan to you!”

  Arsen’s eyes went wide, and he tapped the top of her hand with his.

  “That’s quite alright, Miss Gannon. She can call me by my first name.”

  Steele clenched her jaw and said, “I apologize, ma’am. I had no idea he allowed you to call him that.” Her eyes stayed on the table in front of her and Arsen sighed as he knew what was going to come later.

  Tanner cleared his throat and said, “Have you found anything new on the case, Detective?”

  She looked at Tanner and pulled a paper from her purse. Then laid it on the table.

  “We’re about to go search Arsen’s playroom at Club Fierce. I’d love for you gentlemen to join us.”

  “Of course, we will,” Tanner said then took a sip of coffee.

  Steele’s hand ran over the top of Arsen’s leg under the table and she looked at him. With a whisper, she asked, “Are you okay?”

  * * *

  He took her hand in his under the table and gave it a squeeze. He wasn’t okay. Not even remotely, but he was trying to hang on to his fear.

  Allen White was on his mind and he wanted to get to the man first thing, but those plans were going to have to be postponed. And Arsen found his appetite was gone.

  Going back into the place wasn’t a thing he wanted to do. It was a place he was trying desperately to leave behind him, but it just kept coming back to haunt him, over and over again.

  “I’d like to see the autopsy reports on all three victims,” Arsen said, making Tanner and the detective stop eating and look at him.

  Then Tanner said, “I have the reports, Arsen.”

  Arsen cocked his head at his attorney.

  “And how long have you had them, Tanner?” His tone was stern and riddled with aggravation.

  “A week.” Tanner took a bite of his jelly filled biscuit and Arsen had to stifle a growl.

  “I’d like to have seen them. Can you tell me if there was anything unusual about them?” he asked.

  “No, they all died of asphyxiation.” Tanner looked at the detective. “Isn’t that right?”

  She gave a nod.

  “There’s just the one common thread. Your hand prints around their necks.” Her eyes moved to Steele. “Those women seemed to like that sort of thing, Miss Gannon. Do you?”

  Steele jerked her head up to look at the woman. “What I like is none of your concern.”

  Fontaine’s eyes flew to Arsen’s.

  “Feisty one, isn’t she? Tell me, Arsen. Are you finding her difficult to train?”

  Arsen’s tone stayed flat.

  “Steele needs no training. She is her own person and I respect that about her.” He gave Steele’s knee a little squeeze.

  Tanner cleared his throat to ease the tension.

  “So, when should we go?”

  “Right now,” the detective said as she got up. “I’m finished with breakfast. Thank you for the hospitality.”

  * * *

  Steele got up and began to pick up the dishes. Arsen took his plate to the sink, following her.

  “You’re coming with us. I’ll have the maid come clean things up.”

  She turned and looked at him with surprise.

  “You have a maid?”

  He nodded.

  “An older woman who lives in the building. I let her off this last week, because of you, but I’m getting her to start back up.”

  Steele looked around him to be sure the others had left the kitchen.

  “The book, though. It had all kinds of housework in there.”

  He smiled and tweaked her nose.

  “I know it did. It seems I could’ve put all kinds of crazy things in it and you still would’ve agreed to it.”

  She sighed.

  “You aren’t taking me seriously about this, are you?”

  * * *

  “Let’s don’t argue. Come on, we need to go. Remember, you’ve never been to this place.” He looked back to make sure no one was watching then looked back at Steele and placed a little kiss on her lips. Leaning in, he whispered, “I love you. Thank you for making breakfast. It was delicious.”

  She smiled.

  “I love you too, And you’re welcome, Arsen. You’re also in a lot of trouble for not telling me how gorgeous that woman was.”

  “I know.” He placed his hand at the small of her back and ushered her towards the living room where the others waited. “Maybe I’ll let you cuff me next time.”

  She giggled a little, and he playfully swatted her ass before they got into the living room.

  All four of them walked into the elevator. It was a bit cramped and Steele was pressed next to Arsen’s side. The detective to his other side was close as well.

  * * *

  Detective Fontaine leaned closer, whispering, “If there’s anything you’d like to admit before we go through all this trouble, now would be an excellent time to do that, Arsen. I could slip you into my car and we could make a little stop at my apartment before we got to the station. If you know what I mean.”

  Steele’s hand threaded into his and she gave it a squeeze.

  “Nothing to admit and not interested, Fontaine.”

  Steele released his hand before they walked off the elevator. His hand touched the small of her back, urging her to walk in front of him. He could feel her heart pounding and knew she was going to cut into him as soon as she found herself alone with him.

  “Miss Gannon and I will go in my car and lead the way.” Arsen made his way with Steele to where Paul was waiting for them.

  * * *

  “Good morning,” Paul said with a grim look on his face. “Looks like you’ve already had quite a morning, boss.”

  “Yes, I have. To add to the fun, you’ll be leading the other two cars to Club Fierce. This should be so much fucking fun!” Arsen held Steele’s hand as she slid into the car.

  He slid in next to her as Paul closed the door.

  Her beautiful face was pale as she turned to look at him. Before she could open her mouth to start what he knew was an argument that would affect his already sour mood, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

  Her arguing could be done later. Right now he might be taken in if they found any reason to when they looked around his private room at the club.

  Arsen released her from his kiss.

  “I need you, right now, Baby. Get rid of the panties.”

  She quickly did as he said. Arsen felt his body begin to shake, his eye twitch and the fear of going to prison and never having what he knew he could have with Steele filled him.

  * * *

  GWEN

  * * *

  The sound of birds chirping woke Gwen up as she had fallen asleep high up on the beam in the abandoned warehouse. Then the sound of a car starting made her sit up.

  She listened like her life depended on it because it did. The car sounded like it was pulling away from the area and she quickly put the ladder down. Then climbed down off the beam near the ceiling she’d hid on many hours earlier.

  Running to the door, she pulled it open only a little and found the back of Allen’s car moving down the steep road, away from the buildings. He’d see her if she followed.

  She wrapped the towel around her tightly and made her way back to the building she’d been held in. To get her clothes back on and find a way out of there was al
l she could think about doing.

  As she made her way into the building, she was pretty sure she’d been kept in, she saw a small table. On top of it were three syringes filled with some type of drug. She grabbed them and took them with her.

  Allen would not be using those to aid him in killing anyone. She quickly found the room she had been in and her clothes were lying in a pile right where she’d been made to take them off.

  She pulled them on, but she still had no shoes on as she didn’t have any on when Allen took her from her apartment. Making sure to take the syringes with her, she headed out to find a way out of the place.

  To be able to see all around, she went and got the ladder from the other building and took it outside. Leaning it up on the side of the building, she climbed up and got on the roof.

  A small ledge ran around it and after she emptied the three syringes, she left them up on the roof. After doing that, she looked around and found her only chance of escape was through the water. She’d have to swim around to get out and then it looked like she’d have to walk through some very tall grass to make it to the road which looked pretty desolate.

  She climbed down and knew she had to try no matter how hard it looked to be. After a little prayer, she set off towards the water.

  * * *

  STEELE

  * * *

  His need for her was obvious as she moved to sit on his lap, facing him as he sat on the leather seat of the Suburban. Arsen’s body was quivering and his eye was twitching.

  She had no comforting words. There was no way of knowing what was about to happen. They were on their way with the police to his private room at the BDSM club and anything could happen.

  She had been upset with him for leaving things out about the beautiful detective, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when Arsen so obviously needed her.

  Steele looked into his dark eyes as she slid her body over his hard erection. His eye was twitching, and she placed her finger to it. His hands took her waist, and he lifted her up and down as they looked into each other’s eyes.

  Arsen was afraid. For the first time, she saw the real fear of his situation coming out in him. She wanted to take it all away for him. Make it all better.

  She knew she couldn’t actually make anything better, except for that moment in time. For the brief moments before they made it to the club, she could let him know she was with him.

  Body, mind, and soul, she belonged to him and always would no matter what the outcome was.

  He filled her as she moved up and down his long length. She placed her lips on his and kissed him. It started out gentle then it grew into a hungry, hard kiss.

  She felt his urgent need, and she gave him all he wanted of her. She’d give her life for him if need be, she definitely could give her body to comfort him.

  Steele took one of his hands and moved it to her breast. He moaned as he squeezed it through the fabric of her dark blue dress.

  Arsen had laid the dress out for her to put on after they took a nice, shower that morning, which had been hot in more ways than one. Then he chose a suit which matched the dress perfectly.

  She thought how adorable they would look, dressed comparable to one another. Arsen was a true romantic and didn’t even realize it.

  The night before had been so normal, so down to Earth.

  The two had eaten junk food and watched a sappy love story while making out now and again on the sofa. It was a blissful, normal night, and she’d loved it and could tell he did too.

  After the day of riding her horse and the night of doing sweet things, she’d found the hard as nails man to be anything but that.

  He’d told her he could be himself with her. The man he never knew he wanted to be until he found her.

  Steele’s body moved over Arsen’s hard cock and both were breathing hard. Her dress had buttons closing the top of it and he undid them, pulling one breast from her bra and placing his mouth on it.

  He bit the nipple, igniting a groan from her. Then he sucked it hard. His hands bit into her waist as he tightened his grip on her and moved her faster.

  She supposed it wasn’t enough for him when he lifted her all the way off and placed her on the floor on her hands and knees. He tossed her dress up over her back and began ramming into her from behind.

  With hard pants and low moans, she found him pounding into her. Animalistic in nature and she knew he needed the intensity to help him stop thinking about what might happen. She was his drug to ease the fear, and she was glad to be what he needed.

  His body went tense and she could tell he was clenching his teeth as he said, “Come!”

  * * *

  Her body did as he had commanded and his cock pulsed inside her. A loud groan came from him as he let go of all the fear he’d had.

  They stayed still until it was all over then he pulled away from her and offered her a handful of tissue to clean up the mess his attention to her had left.

  In silence, they cleaned themselves and sat back down on the leather seat. He reached over and buckled her seatbelt.

  “Please try to remember I want you to wear this.”

  Her hand grazed his perfectly manicured bearded cheek, and she said, “I love you, Arsen.”

  His hand moved over hers and he looked at her.

  “I love you.”

  She saw the tears glistening in his eyes, but they never fell. She knew he wasn’t about to let them fall. Holding it all together was what he was trying to do. So she would help him to do that.

  “Arsen, I don’t want you to think for one second that I’ll stop seeking justice for you if they take you in after this. I’ll get that little bastard myself and make him confess. I swear it to you.”

  His smile was sweet when he said, “I let that one slide, Steele.”

  “My cursing is necessary when talking about Allen White, Arsen.” She ran her hand through his hair.

  He took her hand and kissed her palm.

  “I can see you’re very passionate about that. But, I don’t want you in harm’s way. If they take me in, you have to promise me not to go find Allen. I mean it. The man is more dangerous than you can fathom.”

  “Arsen, I can’t promise you that. I have to do something. I can’t just sit back and watch you go down for something you didn’t do. I can’t…” Her words were stopped by the finger he placed to her lips.

  “Paul can take care of it. He has the means to do it and I have faith in him. If they take me, I want you to stay at my apartment. Only go back and forth to school with Paul. Stay safe until I can get free. And come to every meeting they have as part of my legal team. And stay the fuck away from Allen and even Gwen if she’s going to be with him.” He pushed a lock of her dark hair back and kissed her cheek then whispered, “Promise me.”

  It was the last thing she wanted to promise. In the end, though she said, “I promise, Arsen.” She would do anything for him.

  If it meant sitting back and letting Paul do the dirty work, then she’d do it, if that’s what Arsen wanted.

  She looked out the window as they entered the alley where the entrance to the BDSM club was. Three police cars were there, waiting for them.

  Then it was her turn to feel the fear of losing Arsen run through her veins. It left her cold and on the verge of tears.

  * * *

  ARSEN

  * * *

  The smell of the club fresh in the morning after a night of debauchery had his stomach lurching. Sex and alcohol filled his nostrils and made him fight the urge to turn around and leave the dimly lit place.

  Steele was at his side as they led the way into the club and towards his private room. Shadows seemed to be everywhere just outside the lit areas. He had the distinct impression others were hiding away in the dark to witness the fall of the great defense attorney who was Arsen Sloan.

  A familiar aroma wafted past him and he turned to see if he could see the person hiding in the dark. If he was able to walk away to look, he was sure he
’d find Anne Sinclair.

  She made her own perfume, vanilla, lemon, and a touch of whiskey. He was positive she’d come to watch him go down. Or maybe she was going to try to help him.

  With that woman, he could never be sure.

  As they came down the hallway he thought about what was about to happen to him. It seemed like a march down the corridor to his death sentence.

  The back of Steele’s hand rested against his and he glanced at her, finding her looking at him. Her eyes told him to have faith. He was trying, but the fear was pressing him and it was taking a toll on him.

  His stomach began to ache, and he prayed his old weakness of throwing up when he was upset didn’t come back.

  He stopped in front of the door to his private room and unlocked it then took Steele’s hand in his and stepped back for the detective and the other officers to enter what had been his secret life.

  “Can you turn the lights on in here?” Detective Fontaine asked him as she passed in front of him to enter the dark room.

  He let Steele’s hand go and walked in first, turning the lights up as far as they’d go. It wasn’t completely bright as the light was yellow. Arsen stepped back out of the room and into the hallway with Steel and Tanner.

  They watched as piece by piece, Arsen’s things were taken from the room. Each and every single thing was picked up, placed in plastic bags and spirited away to become evidence in the case against him.

  The sound of electric screwdrivers had him peeking in. He found several officers taking the bondage bed apart and others took it out in pieces. In the end, the room was completely empty.

  The detective came out last and winked at Arsen.

  “What a collection, Arsen. We’ll be in touch. Don’t leave town.” She sashayed away, her skirt moving with each step.

  “I hate that woman,” Steele whispered.

  He ran his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side as Tanner followed the detective and they were the last in line so no one saw them. He kissed the side of her head.