Obsessed: A Billionaire Love Triangle

by Mia Ford

  He had done it for so long that it hadn’t even hit him until he was given a death sentence. So, facing the end, he clung to the only thing he had left, a company that would hold no meaning for anyone once he was gone. It made me sad to think that he didn’t feel that he had his own sons to go to instead of holding on to his own company for dear life. I know he didn’t like my opinion or offer, but I could only hope that when he got home, he really took a hard look at himself and his life and made peace with letting the company go. At this point, he was the only one that could make this decision. I had spoken my mind, and now, I would have to wait and see what he decided.

  When dinner was over, I hugged my father and kissed him on the cheek before getting him into the limo and sending him back home. As we drove back to the house, many thoughts flew through my mind, but I was distracted by Ronni’s beautiful face. She reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it into her lap. I could tell she had questions, especially since it was the first time she had heard my decision as well.

  “How did you come to the conclusion that you did?” she asked.

  “My first instinct this entire time was to jump right in and do exactly what my father wanted. My whole life, that is exactly what I did, and the thought of making any other decision, with his life coming to an end, made me feel so damn guilty. Then, when I went for that walk on the beach, I let it all work through my mind. I thought about my father taking Nick and me to the beach as kids. I thought about how much love he gave us on a daily basis. I thought about how he always pushed us to be better, smarter, and stronger. I thought about everything going on in his life right now, and then, I stopped in my tracks and stared at this adorable little family walking down the beach. The father had put his son on his shoulders and grabbed his wife’s hand. They looked perfect, happy, and prepared to face the world.”

  “Did that make you think even more about your own father’s role in your life when you were younger?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head and smiling. “It made me think about the future I really wanted. It made me answer those questions you gave me before I walked out to the beach. I knew if I took that job at my father’s firm, I would have no time for anything, especially a family. And I don’t know your thoughts, but a family is what I really want with you, Ronni. I want to start a family together. A family we can build together, just like the empire we are building.”

  I looked over at Ronni and held her hand tighter. I could see how touched she really was with the decision I had made. Tears were flooding her eyes, and she sniffled, trying to hold them back. Ronni knew what it felt like to never have someone there making choices that were for her. She knew how it felt to be running in circles with no way out. Now, she knew what it felt like to have a man in her life that truly appreciated and loved her for everything she was. I wanted a life with Ronni, not a half marriage where I was always gone.

  When we pulled up to the house, I went around to Ronni’s side of the car and helped her out of the car. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up, kissing me hard. Tears flowed down her face, and she laughed as I reached down and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. She laid her face on my shoulder as I walked her up the sidewalk and into the house. Maria wasn’t home, having gone to the salsa club with her boyfriend, and I gently set Ronni down on the floor, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the bedroom.

  I shut the door behind us and leaned in, kissing her neck softly as I unbuttoned her blouse. As I slid her top off her shoulders, I kissed her collarbone and down her skin, tasting the saltiness of her body. I reached back behind her back and undid her bra, spilling her breasts out and pulling her close into me. As our mouths connected and our tongues explored, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  I stepped back away from her, holding her hand and smiling at her beautiful body. I pulled my shirt over my head and took off my shorts, tossing them to the side. I stepped forward and picked Ronni back up off the floor and turned around, laying her gently on the bed, her head pressed into the pillow. Slowly, I pulled her panties down and off and pulled my boxers to the floor before crawling over the bed and running my lips down her tanned supple skin.

  As my kisses grazed her, goosebumps peppered her body, and she reached up, running her fingers through my hair. I loved her touch more than anything in the entire world. As I moved downward, I sucked lightly on her nipples, massaging her breasts with my hands. She breathed heavily beneath me as I worshipped every inch of her body. I turned and moved down to her legs, lifting her ankles to my lips and kissing softly down past the knee and onto her thigh.

  I could feel the tension building as my lips moved closer and closer to her wet mound. I laid down on my stomach and pushed her legs apart, pushing my finger through her folds. Feeling her soft lips against my fingers, I moved forward, running my tongue through the juices and up around her nub. She moaned softly, her voice taking a higher octave, something I never heard from her before, but I definitely wanted to hear again. My tongue ran over her pussy, bringing her body to a point where she could no longer help but sway her hips to the motion of my mouth. She tasted amazing, and as I pressed my fingers inside of her, I thought about the way my shaft was going to feel inside her tight wetness. My cock was hard and throbbing beneath me, but I wasn't going to give in to its needs. I wanted this woman to really know how I felt about her. I slid my fingers slowly in and out, as her hips continued to move in a melodic motion. Her high-pitched moans sent chills down my back, and I pulled my tongue up to her clit and began to suck and nibble on it. She giggled between sighs as her body prepared for the orgasm that was coming.

  I dove face first into her juices and rubbed my mouth all through her lips and back up to her clit. I opened wide, caressing her nub with my tongue and kissing her pussy like I kissed her mouth. She reached down and grabbed my hair, feeling the heat of her orgasm getting stronger and stronger as the seconds passed. I moved my fingers out of her and stuck my tongue where they had been, giving her a completely different sensation than before. She breathed heavily above me, pushing her pussy harder into my mouth. I wanted so badly to taste her as she came so I buckled down, replaying the same pattern with my tongue over and over again while fingering her slowly and deeply. I could hear her moans getting faster and needier as my tongue slipped through her juices in the pattern of a figure eight. She moved her hands from my hair and reached around, grabbing her sheets and holding on tightly.

  I could feel her body begin to tense as she reached the edge of the cliff. I instantly began moving my fingers faster and faster until she exploded over the edge. Her body shook and shuddered underneath me, and she reached up, grabbing my hair as her legs pulsated against my head. I could taste her warm juices running from her tight pussy as the orgasm washed over her. She laid there, breathing heavily, letting the last of the sensation run its course. I loved licking her pussy, but now, it was my cock’s turn to explore.

  Chapter Thirty

  Ronni

  I had never felt this kind of touch from Nathan before. It wasn’t lustful or needy. It was soft and kind. He was touching every part of my body with his, and I couldn’t help but feel closer to him than I ever had before. His strong hands turned gentle, and his kisses floated over me like the Hawaiian breeze in our villa. I felt no need to rush or hurry, and when he brought me to orgasm, I laid back and let the feeling flow over me like water.

  He moved his body over top of me, cloaking me in his masculinity as he carefully pushed deep inside of me. His eyes locked with mine as our bodies moved in sync, feeling every inch of each other and taking our time to really know each other’s bodies. I ran my hands up his strong muscular back as he breathed heavily into my skin. Our legs intertwined as we rolled across the bed. I straddled his hard body and caressed his chest as I moved my hips melodically to the sounds of our moans. I tossed my head back, enjoying every wave of pleasure that surged through me as his body met mine.

  Nathan reached up and ran h
is hand across my chest and up to my face. He pulled my head toward him, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me passionately as I moved up and down on his hard cock. I could hear his groans echoing through my mouth as my juices flowed down his shaft and over his balls. He moved his hands down to my waist and rolled back on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing deep inside. He stopped for a moment, completely immersed in my body, and ran his tongue over my poised lips, tasting my sweet breath on his tongue. Slowly, he pulled his dick out until only the tip sat inside of me before pushing back in and groaning at the feeling. He gyrated his body against me like a snake, rubbing my clit with his skin and bringing me closer to pure pleasure. I reached down and grabbed his ass, holding him down on top of me as his hips swirled in circles and his cock filled me completely. I moaned loudly, not even recognizing the sounds coming from my throat. It was a completely different level of arousal, and I didn’t want it to stop.

  He reached his arms under my back and lifted me up off the bed, pressing our bodies tightly together as he thrust in short bursts in and out of me. I could feel my body reaching the tipping point of orgasm, and as my muscles began to tense, he laid me down and thrust deep and long inside of my wet mound. I arched my back and threw my head backward, closing my eyes tightly and letting out a squeal of ecstasy as my body erupted in orgasm. The waves ran through me at a speed I could barely stand, and I felt his hands clenching my sides as he pushed down deep inside of me and allowed himself to release. As his lungs expelled, he growled deeply, his body feeling the release of his seed. His cock pulsated hard inside, and I could feel every single part of his orgasm. His eyes became heavy, and his head bobbed as he laid gently down on top of me, his head resting on my breasts.

  I reached down and stroked his hair as we both fought to control our wildly beating hearts. That was the most erotic experience of my life, and instead of my normal, lustful satisfaction, I felt extraordinarily close to Nathan. Our bodies had connected in a way they never had before. As he got his footing, Nathan rolled to the side and pulled his body up next to mine. He pushed the hair back out of my face and held my cheeks while he kissed me gently. I could see the same look in his eyes then, that he had the first time he told me he loved me. Only this time, I was fully his with no drama, no secrets, and no one there to try to keep us apart. Everything that had happened before had led us to this moment, and we had found solace, love, and friendship in each other’s arms.

  “I love you so much, Ronni,” he whispered, still holding my face. “And I will love you for the rest of my life.”

  “I love you too, Nathan,” I responded with a smile I couldn’t hold back.

  He kissed me again and rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, lying there and enjoying the silent bond between us. I rubbed his chest gently, feeling the peace in the room around us. The stress of the past few days was still there, but together, we were able to handle them with strength and class. It was definitely no secret that we were better as a team than we were apart, and I could never imagine a day without him. I knew he was hurting, knowing his father was very close to the end of his life, but he had made a decision that would leave him without regret. He had done the best for his father, for himself, and for his family, and I was so very proud of him. I only hoped that Noah went home and really understood how much Nathan loved him. They may not show it in a normal, conventional way, but their bond was still there, and they still cared about each other so very much. I yawned deeply, feeling the exhaustion of the day’s emotions flooding over me.

  Nathan looked down and smiled, his eyes getting droopy himself. Before either of us could fall asleep, we heard the humming of Nathan’s phone on the floor. Nathan grunted as he pulled himself out of bed and pulled his phone from the pocket of his shorts. He looked at me strangely as he answered the phone, and I couldn’t tell if it was concern or excitement. I sat up in the bed, alarmed by his initial reaction, and watched as he began to pace the room.

  “Dad,” he said, answering. “Everything okay?”

  Nathan listened, shaking his head and saying “okay” several times. He stopped and took in a deep breath, his face falling to a serious expression. I could hear his father’s voice on the other line, but it wasn’t the normal angry tone that I was used to. This was a tone I hadn’t heard since I was a little girl, staying in the bedroom next to theirs after my mother and father had died. It was a fatherly, loving tone that had endeared me to that man from the beginning.

  “I understand,” Nathan said into the phone. “I’m really happy for you, Dad. And I can’t wait to hear all about it. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  He paused, listening, and glanced up at me with a smile.

  “Okay,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll let her know. Bye.”

  Nathan hung up the phone and stared at me in amazement. He smiled as he walked over to the window and looked out at the road. I wrapped the sheet around me and grabbed his boxers, handing them to him and glancing down at the street. He looked down at his naked body and jumped back from the window, laughing. He was in such a daze that he didn’t realize he was flashing the entire neighborhood. This daze, though, was completely different than before, and I could sense a sincere peacefulness surging through him.

  “Okay,” I said impatiently. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  “That was my father,” he said, rubbing his hand through his hair. “He, uh, he said that he went home and really did some soul searching. He said he talked to Mom, he talked to God, he talked to himself, and in the end, he knew what he needed to do. He agreed with my suggestion and wants me to go ahead and start the process of dissolving the company. He realized his intentions were selfish, and it would be a terrible legacy to leave a broken company for his family to clean up. He said that he wants to spend the rest of the time he has left on this earth traveling around, seeing the world. He told me that he realized that he had been lonely and empty for far too long, and he wanted a new adventure to close out his amazing life on this earth. He told me to tell you he was sorry, that he was a monster, and that he really does love you.”

  Instantly, tears began to flood from my eyes, and I walked over and laid my face against Nathan’s shoulder. I could hear his heart beating fast and his breath catching in his throat. He took a deep breath and looked down at me.

  “He told me he was proud of me,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “In the end, I’m just as proud of him. It was that strength that I've known him to have our whole lives. I just was waiting for it to come back out. It had been in hiding for a very long time.”

  I hugged Nathan tightly, and he pressed his face into my neck, calming his soul. He pulled back, wiped the tears from his face, and grabbed his shirt. He kissed me hard, over and over again, on the lips, and I giggled loudly.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed.

  “I want to get this started for him,” he said. “I don’t want it to be something looming over him.”

  “Okay,” I said, smiling. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

  “I love you,” he said before turning and walking from the room.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered.

  I climbed back in the bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling and thinking about my future. I always knew I wanted a business, and now I had one with the man I loved. But even more exciting than building an empire, was the thought of building a family with the man I love. Having those loving arms wrapped around me and our children was a new dream for me, but something I craved to have with Nathan more than anything else. I knew he was going to be a phenomenal father as well as an amazing husband for the rest of my life. Just the vision of the beautiful babies we could have, made me want to get started right away on a family. If my parents could see us now, they would be so excited to know that they would be grandparents. Part of me was sad that I would never share that with them, but the other part of me knew they were there somewhere, gu
iding me, watching over me, and smiling down at the kind of woman I had turned into.

  Bringing a new life into this world and forging an even stronger bond with Nathan was something that I just couldn’t help but smile about. I ran my hands over my belly, thinking about the last few days and thinking that for all I knew, there could be a life starting inside of me as we spoke. The spark of light that turned into a beautiful person could be happening already, and that child would be a child of love and laughter. The child would have been made from pure love of two people that happened to find each other in the strangest place. I knew right then that I had found my happily ever after, and I was never going to let it go.

  Exclusive Never Before Published Romance: Loving the Teacher

  Chapter One

  PAIGE

  Not a lot of people can say it, but I love my job. I really do. Bringing art into the lives of children wasn't always my goal in life, but now that I was doing it, I had to admit it brought a certain, undeniable joy to my life. A level of joy that working in my own studio probably hadn't ever brought me.

  Or maybe I was just telling myself that to help me get through the days of cleaning up paint spills and disciplining students who thought it would be funny to write the word “Poop” on the kid next to them in bright, red marker.

  Because, truth be told, most days, it wasn't about creating masterpieces. No, most days it was about surviving the day with as little mess as possible. It was never possible to have a day with no messes at all, but a good day was being able to limit the disasters.

  I liked to think I was doing some good though. That maybe I was helping these kids tap into their creative potential and learn how to think outside the box a bit. Perhaps, I was encouraging future artists, the next generation of Van Gogh's or Monet's. But even that was something of a bittersweet thought.