Billionaire Flawed: A Bad Boy Billionaire Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “I would love to be the father to your child. But, this is very distressing for me.”

  I nodded, assuming that he just thought I was telling him so that he would offer me money, but I so wished that he wouldn’t.

  “Now I have two people that I must look after.”

  He guzzled the last of the cognac in the glass and walked over to pour himself another. He turned to offer me a drink, then realized, shaking his head that I would surely turn it down.

  “I have received a few warning calls this past week. There is a man that I used to work with, Anton. He’s dangerous and will stop at nothing to take his anger out on me.”

  He returned to his seat, and I to mine. He leaned close to me and kissed my cheek.

  “Brandy, he may try to kill me.”

  I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing. It was at that moment that I wanted a drink quite badly.

  “Why is he trying to kill you,” I asked.

  He let out a sigh.

  “I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you,” Viktor stood up and went to his desk. From the top drawer, he produced a small wallet and handed it to me.

  Inside the wallet was a hunk of bronze in the shape of a shield with a sword stabbing through the top. A familiar hammer and sickle displayed prominently in the middle. The markings and text were unfamiliar.

  “That’s my badge from the former secret service. Anton was my partner,” he said.

  I returned the badge and attempted to make sense of everything I had just heard.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” I replied through a creaky voice.

  Viktor flashed a smile.

  “Ah, clever girl,” he said. “You’re right, I haven’t answered.”

  He took the seat next to me again.

  “You see, when Anton and I were coming up in the service he wanted more power. The more he grasped for it, the more it slipped through his fingers.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said.

  “He took bribes, loaned his services out for favors, and even kidnapped public officials. He’s dirty.”

  I thought for a moment. “Wait, you stayed his partner while knowing all this?”

  “I’ve done some things I’m not entirely proud of to keep my country safe. For doing so, I have been rewarded with great success.”

  A shock of horror crept upon the back of my mind as I tried to understand the man before me. I had only known him for the last few months when he would come into my gallery and buy pieces for his own collection. To imagine the sweet man that I met as a thug and a gangster was becoming unbearable.

  I stood up and walked to the door, unthinkingly. It was still locked. I felt Viktor’s arms around me again, and I lingered for a moment.

  “Where’s the key?”

  He didn’t appear to be in a talking mood, but I wasn’t in the mood for intimacy. I pushed him off and searched around for the key, which I spotted on the floor.

  “Don’t go.”

  I looked him in the eyes as he begged me to stay. It was a soulful look, a look of longing, and it was difficult to say goodbye.

  “Goodbye, Viktor.”

  I twisted the key in the lock, while replacing my mask, and made quickly for the front door. I could hear Viktor coming from behind, but he was too late.

  I pulled myself into the car I had arrived in, which wasn’t too far from the entrance, and my driver knew I was ready to leave.

  I removed my mask and turned to Viktor, who stood at the end of the red carpet, in an attempt to get my attention.

  I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination or not, but I could make out the appearance of the same masked man from before, this time, it seemed he was staring at my car. If I weren’t in such a foul mood, I might have found myself more than a little unnerved.

  My phone began buzzing before I reached the end of the driveway, it was Viktor calling me. I couldn’t think of anything he could say that might calm me down right now. I’m not a person who gets involved with gangsters, but now that I had was it really so bad?

  Viktor was still a good man, in my eyes. I had never seen him treat anyone with disrespect, and that included the few times I met his personal driver.

  The odd part of the night was that I couldn’t help but find his new persona, the dangerous and wild gangster, as a serious turn on. I could feel my chest grow heavier as I thought about it more, and my brain was alight with possibility. I slept with a gangster, and I was having his baby.

  I tried my best to think of something else, but the more I denied myself the pleasure, the stronger it became. I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the second. The yearning I had for his touch took over my hands, giving them a mind of their own as they caressed my gentle curves.

  I was snapped from my fantasy by the car coming to a stop in front of my apartment. The driver was already walking around to my door, so I tried my best to hide my excitement.

  I have a suspicion that he knew what was on my mind, considering the cheeky smile that seemed plastered on his face. My cheeks were flush with embarrassment as I half sprinted up the stairs toward my room.

  Once inside my apartment I stripped the elegant gown off and felt the need for a cold shower. It was my own impulses that got me into this mess, and now I wondered how I would get out of them.

  I can’t say I enjoy cold showers, but they always help kill the mood. I wondered if perhaps it was my own hormones starting to affect my mood in some fashion.

  2.

  I was still a little angry when I woke up. My phone had still not been turned on, and I deigned to do so. Still, I had a business that needed to be run, so begrudgingly clicked on the device.

  It flashed to life and delivered several text messages and voice mails that I could already tell weren’t from prospective clients. I wasn’t interested in reading anything from Viktor, today. So, I crammed the phone in my purse.

  The wind blew cold through the window I had forgotten to close; which was odd, as I rarely opened that window, but I have been known to forget my own actions in the past. The rush of cold air perked up goosebumps on my naked skin, and I relented to putting clothes on.

  My dress lay on the floor, still in a heap, waiting for me to take proper care of it. I wasn’t too keen on having so expensive a thing get destroyed so soon, so I plucked it from its rest and hung it in the closet.

  I wasn’t sure what it was that I saw, but I know I saw something out of place once again. My shoes, which I normally keep in proper order, had somehow found themselves disheveled. A few of my dresses as well were shoved to the wrong side of the closet, as well.

  It only took a moment to put them back, but still frustrating to have even a minor amount of cleaning that need be done so early in the morning.

  I kept having a nagging feeling in the back of my brain; it kept telling me to get out of there; just put everything down and leave, go see Viktor. Still, my anger at him for being what he was denied me the comfort of that possibility.

  However, just because I didn’t want to go to Viktor for help didn’t mean I wouldn’t find some sort of safe haven to assuage my mounting nerves.

  I dressed for work in a flash, even taking a minute to enjoy my outfit in the mirror before leaving. I always did look good in darker red clothing; it mixed well with my darker skin tone.

  A creak from the hallway snapped me from my mindless admiring, and I felt a greater urgency to leave.

  I took a quick peek into the hallway of my building, which was thankfully empty, and figuring it safe enough, left my apartment.

  The safest place I knew was my gallery, I knew every nook and cranny, every sight and sound; it was home. It sat a fairly close two blocks away from my apartment, which was as far as I really would consider walking in the city.

  I could already make out the familiar glass viewing windows, and spectacular pieces I had arranged for all to see.

  I whipped out my
keys and tore open the door, immediately shutting and relocking the heavy glass portal behind me. I figured the glass would, at least, let me see people coming.

  My phone buzzed again, and I once again ignored it. I knew it was still Viktor trying to get my attention. With a sigh of relief, I made way for my office in the back room of the gallery, and a twist of the key brought me into the inviting cubby that was my office.

  It truly was a cozy place, as I had enough room to sit at my desk for paperwork when the need arose, or to stretch when too much work needed to be done. Familiar receipts and documents littered the walls and the desk, still demanding my attention. A fresh piece sat against the wall, still wrapped in butcher paper while it waited for a spot in the gallery.

  I plopped down on the chair and shut the door behind me, and enjoyed the solitude. I knew I would have a few people visiting today to possibly purchase some of the work I had displayed and I readily awaited their calls.

  I figured now was the best time to go through the mountain of messages that I had received. I retrieved my phone, yet again, from my purse and began to scroll through my missed messages. More than twenty from Viktor, and another three voice messages from him as well. However, there was a single message from an unknown number.

  Knowing that it may be a client I decided to tap on it, and doing so I let out a scream of fright. It was a photo of me, getting into the car at the party last night. I could even make out Viktor’s silhouette in the foreground chasing after the car.

  The phone flashed again, and another photo popped up on the screen from the same number. It frightened me to find another photo of me, but this time, I was lying in bed, naked. I could tell the photo had been taken last night, as the dress I had worn the previous night was still crumpled on the floor in the photo.

  I dropped my phone, hoping this was some kind of prank that was being played, but then I remembered what Viktor was talking about last night and began to have a panic attack. My breathing became incredibly shallow as I lowered myself to the floor with my back against the door.

  The phone vibrated on the floor again, and I felt the urge to leave and find the police. But, I hesitantly reached for it and examined the caller. It was Viktor.

  I hastily answered the phone.

  “Viktor, what the hell is going on,” I screamed, “why am I receiving photos of myself from last night?

  “Brandy, this is very important, you need to delete all the messages I sent you from last night as quickly as possible. I’m on my way to your apartment right now.”

  “I’m at the gallery,” I said.

  “Okay, stay right there and I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t open the door for anyone.”

  The phone went silent, and I did as I was told. I scurried through my phone and removed all the messages I had received.

  Then I heard a knock on the window out front. I was scared to even look out the back room door, let alone open the front door. Still, I did my best to keep my composure as I stepped out from my office.

  I recognized the man at the front door, it was Ivan. He was a client I had scheduled a meet with. I let out a sigh, which did little to calm my nerves, and straightened my dress. I had known Ivan for more than half a year, and he was one of my better customers. I knew I could trust him with in my situation.

  I unlocked the door, and he inched it open from the outside.

  “Ivan, so good to see you, could we perhaps reschedule for another day? This is not a good time.

  I choked out the words and I think he could tell I was nervous.

  “Is something wrong,” he asked, “I know it’s short notice but I really need a gift for my friend. Vodka is a great gift for a friend, but it shouldn’t be the only gift. Let me buy something quickly, eh?”

  I relented. He had a nice smile, and I couldn’t see him as anything more than harmless. He strolled in, and I locked the two of us in the gallery to make sure nobody would try to enter that I didn’t know.

  With a quickened pace he walked along the walls of paintings and took a quick glance at many of them he hadn’t seen before. I followed, with one eye watching him, and the other watching the door.

  He paused in front of a piece, a blotchy red design. It was a painting I had received from a newer artist in the area, and the style wasn’t incredibly popular, but I couldn’t help it, the art spoke to me.

  “How much for this?”

  “$10,000,” I replied.

  He tilted his head and nodded.

  “I like this, and I believe he will too, write it up, and I’ll be on my way.”

  He produced his checkbook from his pocket, and I walked toward the back room. I rummaged for the paperwork he would need to sign, but as I searched I felt a pair of hands grabbing me from behind.

  My mouth was covered in a handkerchief, and my abdomen was being squeezed so tight it was hard to breathe. I struggled for a breath of fresh air, but in moments, I could feel myself drift off to sleep.

  3.

  The light spilled in through the windows in the bedroom, the shadows from the curtains danced across the floor, and Viktor, in all his glory, stood still in front of me.

  I could feel his eyes burning through me, melting what little inhibitions I had. His tough and scarred skin barely contained the muscle flexing beneath as he held his arms open, waiting for an embrace.

  I stepped slowly, as though floating, in the darkened room. I felt my long black hair waving in the breeze that filtered in, and I realized my own nakedness.

  A burning was building deep inside me, and it needed release.

  I threw my arms around Viktor, planting my head into his masculine chest, and he, in turn, held me tight. He craned his neck and leaned in for a kiss; I accepted thoroughly. Our tongues locked in a duel for more as he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

  My breath was becoming short as he released me from his grasp, and threw me upon the bed that waited patiently for our arrival.

  The silken sheets spilled to the floor, and I could feel myself sinking, falling into the comfortable bed. I was becoming hot with anticipation as I awaited my lover to join me.

  He crawled on the overly large mattress toward me, as a blue halo of moonlight silhouetted his form. I couldn’t hold back my excitement as I began to rub my hands all over myself.

  He leaned in for a kiss, which I provided eagerly, before letting his tongue wander over my body.

  He kissed down my neck, and I could feel my chest becoming flush as my nipples perked up. He lingered his tongue on my nipple for a while. Flicking and sucking, and it tickled me in all the right places.

  His hands caressed my curves, up and down my hips. He continued with his tongue, moving to my other breast.

  I reached one arm around to hold onto his back, and with my other hand, I brushed along his strong chest. Working my way down slowly, until I met his throbbing member. I began to stroke up and down his shaft, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like.

  He reached his hand down to my clit and began to massage it in a circle. Every little sensation shot feelings of ecstasy to my head. I arched my back when he would find just the right place to touch.

  My moans were becoming louder, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. He must have noticed because he brought his mouth back to my own and brought me in for another kiss.

  I could feel the tip of his manhood begging to enter, and I was not in a place where I could deny the pleasure.

  He eased it in, at first, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper. It felt almost too big to fit, and I let out a whine, but it didn’t stifle his advance. It opened me more and more, unceasing until I had finally taken it all.

  He breathed heavily in my ear, as I continued to moan with pleasure, enjoying every inch of him. He didn’t move just yet. Instead he started kissing me all over again.

  It only lasted for a moment, though, as I could feel him slide
out and then slide back in. He started slowly at first, and then he started to speed up. Every time his pelvis would meet mine I would feel a shock shooting up my nerves.

  He continued to bore into me, and I was starting to lose myself to the rhythm. Then suddenly I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shooting down all my muscles. I couldn’t even let out a moan to signal his success.

  Every muscle inside me was tensed from the orgasms, but he was showing no signs of stopping. He pushed me into the bed and grabbed my butt tightly. I could feel him pumping his fluid into my welcoming body, and I shuddered from the feeling.

  Everything was wet, I was wet, the bed was wet, and then I finally woke up.

  4.

  “Sounds like you were having a good dream,” Ivan said as he picked up the bucket of water.

  I sputtered and spat, trying to flip my wet hair from my face. I was tied to a chair. While I had been tied down before, I usually preferred it in a more intimate setting.

  “Ivan, what the hell is going on,” I asked.

  He tossed the bucket aside and let out a chortle.

  “You can call me Anton,” he said, “Considering you know our mutual friend, I thought you might be willing to answer a few questions for me.”

  “You’re Anton?”

  “In the flesh,” he replied, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

  I nodded.

  “What do you want with me,” I asked.

  “I want what every slighted man wants, revenge.”

  He turned and went to a nearby work bench, and continued to sharpen a rather large knife.

  “If you want revenge, why are you taking me, I didn’t do anything to you.”

  He stopped sharpening the blade and turned to me.

  “My dear, revenge is a beautiful thing. If I were to stab him in the hand I would have my revenge but once, but if I stab him in the heart, I would have my revenge as many times as he is willing to bare it.”

  He turned back to the bench again and continued his busy work. I began to panic, my breathing became short, and I started to test the strength of the ropes.