Obsessed: A Billionaire Love Triangle

by Mia Ford

  “Where are we?” I asked.

  “We are at a strip mall in Ocean Beach,” he said, pointing toward the door. “It’s the closest shopping to the tourist beach and right next to the grocer that the locals use. It is literally the best spot in the entire town. Most of the shops that surround it have been here forever and don’t have plans to move. Your only competition is the beach shop three blocks down, but they don’t specialize in anything. It's pretty much a generic shop with expensive name brand suits. You would be the only designer swimwear and outer wear shop on the strip.”

  “Nathan,” I said, shaking my head and running my hand across the counter. “This couldn’t be more perfect if we built it ourselves. It is exactly what we were looking for.”

  I walked around the room, taking in every inch of the space. I walked back into the dressing rooms which were split one way for women, the other for men. The deep purple velvet fabrics that acted as doors to the dressing rooms hung across black steel rods and piled down on the floors. The mirrors were tilted just enough to pick up every good angle of the body. There was an area for clients to put the ones they didn’t want, and a rope that went across the entrance so we could check people in and out of the rooms. On the counters were two brand new computers, fully stocked with scanners, bins for hangers, a stack of boxes with our logos for wrapping the suits, and deep lavender paper to wrap them in. I shook my head, realizing that Nathan had really thought of everything, even down to the security system attached to the walls. I walked back over to Nathan and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. I couldn’t believe how perfect everything was.

  “You did an amazing job,” I whispered. “I love everything about this.”

  “Want to hear a funny story,” he said, chuckling.

  “Always,” I said cautiously.

  “I actually bought this from my brother,” he said, laughing. “Of course, he didn’t know it was me until our lawyers had finished with the negotiations and I showed up to sign for it. You should have seen the look on his smug little face. I almost had to pick his jaw up off the floor. I got this place for half of what he paid for it. He was seriously bamboozled into buying this spot, and after months of not having anyone interested, he was forced to drop the price drastically. I knew if I personally showed interest, he might not sell, so I sent a lawyer in to represent me as an anonymous buyer.”

  “Oh, I wish I could have been there for that,” I said. “How satisfied did you feel?”

  “It was like strutting into a failing business wearing a thousand-dollar suit,” he said, laughing. “He didn’t know what to do, but our lawyers had already done all the contracts, and he knew if he took it back, then I could sue him hardcore. He was backed into a corner.”

  “I’m surprised he even knew that,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Well, he didn’t, but his lawyer let him know when he tried to walk out,” he said, chuckling. “Still the same old asshole doing exactly what I knew he would do with the company. He has absolutely zero business skills, and I don’t think he will ever learn them.”

  “Well, jokes on him,” I said, smiling.

  “But after I got this place, I pulled together a design team after stealing the info on your design ideas,” he said, lifting his eyebrows and smiling.

  “I was wondering where those went,” I said, snapping my fingers.

  “They put all of this together for me in such a short amount of time. They were really professional and I could see you and Maria’s vision coming to life every time I walked in the place. I was so impressed, in fact, I hired them to redo my loft, not that I spend much time there these days.”

  “Wow,” I replied. “They did all of this in a couple of weeks?”

  “Yep, furniture, computers, design, everything in two weeks,” he said, nodding his head. “Now, we could open the doors in just a couple weeks if Maria is down for it.”

  “Are you serious? I thought it would take at least another six months!” I was completely elated. “We could have the place open in time for Christmas shoppers and then just sail right into tourist season. By the time warm weather comes, we’ll have all the kinks worked out, and we could have a fashion show to reveal the new line. Nathan, this is so awesome.”

  “See,” he said, putting his arms out. “I’m useful for something, right?”

  “I can think of a few things you are useful for,” I replied, winking and shaking my butt at him.

  “We could always break the place in,” he said, coming up behind me and grabbing my breasts. “Have a little fun in the dressing rooms? Christen the place behind the counters?”

  “Calm down, stud muffin.” I laughed, feeling his cock harden against my ass. “We have work to do.”

  “Fine,” he sighed. “You're always all work and no play.”

  “That’s crazy coming from you,” I said, looking back at him. “Like I never in a million years thought I would hear you say that.”

  We walked around the shop, and I smiled as Nathan enthusiastically showed me every nook and cranny of the place. He had already purchased the software for the store that not only kept track of sales, but did accounting, calculated taxes, and kept inventory all in one area. He showed me how the different systems worked and how they would help us cut down on theft, especially when we got to the point where were able to hire a staff to run the place. Everything was set up so perfectly.

  “Okay,” he said with a deep breath. “That is everything down here. Let me show you upstairs.”

  I smiled and walked up the steps, feeling his hand pressing warmly on my back. He seemed jittery all of a sudden, but I ignored it, figuring we hadn’t eaten anything that day and he was really excited to show me everything. We walked to the top of the stairs, and he led me left into the designer’s room. It was enormous, and he had it designed with shelves everywhere, a huge sketching table, lamps, track lighting, and a full-on desk in the back. The room was mostly white with splashes of black, green, and orange throughout. On the door, there was a placard with Maria’s name and the title of Owner and Head Designer. I knew immediately that she was going to freak out over this.

  “So, this space is for Maria,” he said, walking in. “She can go to town designing. I had the mannequins and fabric rods brought in over there, and a modeling space and dressing room over here. All she has to do is get with the fabric sellers and start filling up the space. I also contacted a friend of mine in New York who was a designer, and they sent me a list of all the tools she would need. I figured it would be better for her to start out completely fresh and new.”

  I walked over and looked down at all of the pencils, ink, sewing material, the sewing machine, bright and new on the desk, a computer with CAD and other drawing programs, and everything she would need to create her masterpieces from paper to body. I shook my head, absolutely amazed at how much he had done in such a short amount of time. I looked up and walked over to the door with him.

  “Then, across the hall is where I had our open-concept offices put in,” he said, leading me into the other room. “It’s our space to work side by side with each other.”

  I couldn’t believe the space in front of me when I walked in. The ceiling was high, the paint was neutral and calming, and there were couches and chairs strewn all over in different hues of lavender and teal. The rugs on the floor were brand new and matched the accent pillows on the furniture. There were two desks that sat on opposite sides of the room but faced each other. They were large, dark, wooden casings with beautifully carved embellishments on the sides. Computers and office equipment peppered the desks and art covered the walls. It almost felt like walking into a fancy apartment you would see in a magazine. In both the design room and the office space, the back wall was nothing but large floor to ceiling windows, allowing us to look out at the beach and ocean behind us. I walked over to the desk and ran my hand across the wood surface before plopping down in the chair and sticking the end of a pen in my mouth.

  “Do I look li
ke a professional?”

  “A fucking sexy one,” he growled.

  He walked over and stared at me, pulling open the top drawer of the desk. I smiled and leaned over, looking down at a small silver box. I scrunched my eyebrows together and pulled the box out, holding it in my hand. Slowly, I lifted the lid and stared down at a beautiful diamond ring with the biggest stone I had ever seen in the middle and tons of smaller stones surrounding it. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth, looking up to see Nathan on one knee in front of me.

  “Ronni, you are the light of my world, and I can’t think of anything better than spending it with you,” he said, his hands shaking. “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” I said with teary eyes. “Oh my God, of course, I’ll marry you.”

  I stood up with Nathan and watched as he slipped the ring on my finger. I looked at it as it sparkled in the lights. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly as I thought about my forever. There was literally no one else on earth that I would want to spend my life with, build an empire with, and walk into the future hand in hand.

  Chapter Twenty One

  Nathan

  Bedroom to Boardroom

  I thought the beaches in San Diego were beautiful, but looking out across the crystal blue waters as I stood on the white sand beaches of Hawaii was absolutely breathtaking. Everything from the birds in the sky to the sun closing in on the horizon, spewing hues of oranges, blues, and pinks everywhere, created a feeling beyond relaxation. I stuck my hands in my white linen pants and rubbed my toes through the sand, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. There hadn’t been a day since I left my father’s company that I regretted it one bit, and now, I got to live my life with the woman that kept me on my toes, showed me what life was really about, and had the same dreams and aspirations for the future as I did. I couldn’t feel luckier than I did right then.

  Just looking out over the ocean, I couldn’t think of a more perfect place for a wedding. It was like this place was created just for us, knowing that some stuffy church wedding, surrounded by hundreds of people we barely knew, didn’t fit our love at all. We were brought together by unyielding and unbiased attraction, a love from a parent that transcended background or nationality, and now we were getting ready to join together as husband and wife. We had so many things planned for our future, from building an empire to building a family, and I really felt like this was going to be the first day of the rest of our lives. No one could have prepared me for meeting Ronni. No one could have prepared me for when my eyes finally opened and I saw who my family members really were. But, with Ronni patiently waiting by my side, I was able to push through all of that and set myself free from the chains of a miserable and lonely life.

  Relaxing still wasn’t coming easily to me after living my entire life on the go constantly, since I was old enough to go to school, but the stress of that life had lifted off my shoulders. The loneliness I felt so long ago was nothing but a memory that has since floated into the distant past. Although I'm not surrounded daily by hordes of people anymore, I couldn’t feel more loved than I did in my simple little life with my amazing wife to be. Standing here, waiting for her to come join me to be married, I realized that I finally, after so long, felt at peace.

  I looked up as I caught the glimpse of blowing fabrics out of the corner of my eye. I smiled as Maria walked forward, wearing a lavender bridesmaid bikini and carrying a small sprig of flowers. She looked over at her boyfriend, the guy that I met at the salsa club so long ago, and winked at him, putting a bit of pep in her step. Once she passed, I looked down the makeshift sandy aisle on the beach, and my jaw dropped. Ronni was standing in front of me in a white, specially designed bridal bikini with a sheer skirt tied around her waist. Her dark hair glistened in the sunlight, and her tan skin sparkled radiantly. Around her ankle was a bracelet of fresh white flowers that accented her skin perfectly. She had to be the most beautiful bride I had ever seen, and she was all mine.

  Emotions flowed through my body, and tears tugged at the edges of my eyes. I was more than overjoyed at the fact that this beautiful woman was going to be my wife. She was absolutely stunning in every way, and on top of all of that, she was a beautiful person on the inside. Looking back, I could now see that I had been drawn to Ronni ever since she came to stay at our house. At first, it was curiosity and empathy, wanting to make this young girl feel at home in a new country and a new place. As she grew older, I could see her blossoming into an amazing woman, and my thoughts about her shifted to a new reality.

  There were always beautiful women throwing themselves at me, mostly because they knew I was a billionaire, but none of them had stayed on my mind for more than a few moments. Ronni, however, continued to beat into my brain every day for a very long time. I never took that as anything more than lust until we finally freed ourselves from my family and got together. I realized that she was the one from the very beginning, and I knew that every time I was around her or near her, I felt calm and complete. Now she was going to be my wife.

  She stepped forward beside me and smiled big as she handed her bouquet to Maria. Maria and her boyfriend stepped back and watched as the officiant began the ceremony. It was short but covered everything that made us who we were as a couple. The strength that we built between us was overwhelming, and the light that Ronni brought into my life couldn’t have been more of a beautiful thing. As she said the words, “I do,” I grasped her hands and pulled her close, pressing my lips deeply against hers.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant said joyously.

  Maria and her boyfriend clapped as Ronni and I embraced. From there, overjoyed at our union, we went to dinner at a local restaurant with Maria and her boyfriend, before retiring to our private honeymoon suite at the small resort that I had completely rented out. I wanted our privacy to be so absolute that I even took the time to book Maria and her guest at a separate resort where they would be wined, dined, and showed all over the island. The place was gorgeous and the staff was plentiful. As we approached the doors to the villa, the staff on call opened the double doors, and I lifted Ronni off her feet, carrying her over the threshold. She laughed and giggled as we entered into the luxury suite and looked around in awe at our accommodations.

  Everything was absolutely gorgeous, from the fresh flowers on the table to the light colors and beach decor. The ceilings were vaulted with large fans whose blades were shaped like the leaves of the palms outside. The smell of suntan oil and fresh coconut wafted through the room, giving it that extra feeling of an exotic nature. Our bags had already been delivered to the villa, and we walked into the bedroom where a large, four-poster bed sat in the middle of the floor and the doors opened up to a private beach.

  The water was rushing onto the shore, and the sky still shimmered, even in the light of the moon. Ronni walked out onto the terrace, looking out at the view and closing her eyes, taking it all in. I stood back and watched my beautiful wife as the wind whipped through her hair and over her scantily clad body. Her bathing suit cut in on the ass, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the way her luscious body curved in the illuminated string of lights on the railing. She was absolutely radiant. I set my bag down on the floor and walked outside, cloaking her in my body and kissing down her neck.

  “It was absolutely amazing,” she whispered with a smile. “And now we are husband and wife. Isn’t that crazy?”

  She turned toward me and smiled, kissing me back as I leaned into her. She could feel the bulge in my pants beginning to grow as I reached for the string on her top. She grabbed my wrist and smiled, shaking her head. I looked at her with slight confusion and watched as she walked past me, grabbing her bag and disappearing into the bathroom. I walked around the bed and pulled my shirt off my back, folding it and laying it on the dresser. I untied my long white pants and let them fall to the floor. I stretched high and walked over to the bed, laying back against the headboard, and waiting for my bride to return. I could smell w
hiffs of her perfume coming from under the door of the bathroom, and instantly, my cock was erect thinking about what was about to come. I looked over as she creaked open the door and stood in the artificial lights, wearing a sheer nighty and a pair of white thong panties. Her nipples were hard, and I could see almost every part of her.

  She walked forward seductively and crawled across the bed. Her hand ran up my boxer briefs, pressing hard against my erection before grasping it through the cloth. I groaned at the feeling of her fingers wrapped around it and reached out to cup her breast. She shifted between my legs and pulled my boxers from my body, grabbing my dick with her hand and stroking it slowly as she fondled my balls. I reached my arms up behind my head and watched as she licked her lips before diving down and taking my cock into her mouth.

  At first, she was playful, licking up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head, but after a few moments, she took the shaft deep into her throat and sucked hard as she pulled her head back up. I moaned, feeling her lips wrapped around my cock and feeling the shaft touch the sides of her throat.

  She looked up at me as she began to suck harder, slightly increasing her speed. I clasped my hands behind my head and watched her succulent lips slide up and down, her saliva dripping and pooling at the base of my cock. She pulled her lips away and grabbed on tight to my shaft while she gripped it hard and fast, causing me to jolt forward in pleasure. A coy smile pulled at her lips every time she saw my face writhe in ecstasy.

  I reached down and wrapped my hand in her hair, pushing her face back down. She smiled and looked at me as she opened wide and deep throated my erection. I pulled her head up and down, twisting her face as I pulled back up. I held her head high for a moment while I thrust my hips up and into her mouth. She moaned as I picked up the pace, fucking her mouth and feeling my cock deep down inside of her. Her eyes watered, but she kept going, groaning deeply as my cock touched the back of her throat.