Billionaire Flawed: A Bad Boy Billionaire Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.

  His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.

  “You’re afraid I’ll call a lawyer and claim you’re sexually harassing me; something along those lines?” I asked.

  He nodded and sighed, taking another large sip from his glass. I slipped a piece of paper from a nearby notepad and, with the pen from my purse wrote a quick note; on it I absolved him of all sexual misconduct that may happen aboard this plane. Adding my signature to the bottom, I handed it to him for perusal.

  He took it and read over it quickly. “You know this isn’t legally binding,” he said. Before he could finish I had already slunk into his chair.

  He tossed the note over his shoulder and gripped my back with his soft hands taking me into a deep kiss. My knees weakened while he pet along my curves. I shuddered in anticipation while hooking my arm under his shirt and feeling his chest.

  He stood up and lifted my top from my chest. I did the same to him and as it came off I gave him a kiss on the chest. He threw the garment behind him and reached around to unhook my bra.

  My breath grew heavier as he pulled it from me. I pulled him in close for another kiss and he obliged. Feeling a little naughty, I shoved him back into the chair.

  I looked around for a moment and found the remote for the stereo; clicking it on and turning to music I could dance to. I started to dance for him; letting him stare all he wanted as I swayed back and forth to the music.

  His eyes lit up as a hungry dog staring at a freshly cooked steak. I liked feeling his stare on my topless body. The music bellowed deeply, with a steady beat and my hips gyrated as I undid the pants I wore. I turned around and let him watch as I inched them down my legs; giving him a full view of my dark skin.

  I threw the pants aside and could feel my panties getting soaked as I continued to dance. I could see the bulge in his pants bursting to get out and I wanted to help it, but not yet.

  I lowered myself into his chair and rubbed my swollen pussy up and around his throbbing member. Dancing and swaying up and down to the music it felt like he was near ready to burst.

  I faced and straddled him and then undid his pants. He grabbed my hips as I continued to grind. I stood back to my feet and pulled what remained of his clothing off him.

  I lowered my own underwear down my legs and let him admire my sex from behind while continuing my dance. I backed towards him again. Once again I began to grind in his lap, letting him feel me with his skin. And I could feel his penis pushing against me. It drove me wild.

  I couldn’t wait any longer; I straightened my back and allowed him to penetrate my engorged sex. I moaned as he entered me, inching further and further as I sat down.

  He grabbed my hips and held me down, and I could feel him deep inside, throbbing. He was bigger than I thought he would be and it felt good as he continued to swell.

  He started working me up and down with his hands and I had to try to catch my breath as we continued. He became more ravenous with each thrust pounding deeper and deeper. I lost my mind in the sexual music we made.

  I lifted myself off and turned around so that I could kiss him and as I did I lowered myself back onto him. I hugged around his neck and he continued to work me up and down along his shaft. I oozed my wetness down to the rich leather of the chair and he didn’t seem to mind.

  I could feel myself giving over to the ecstasy of the moment and felt the familiar tickle of an orgasm beginning to crest. And, it felt like he wasn’t far behind.

  I arched my back and he had to hold me as I clenched my muscles for the orgasm that kept wracking my body. I could feel him pumping his fluid deep inside me and I accepted it readily.

  It was then that I noticed the flight crew peeking out of the cabin and with a bashful smile I threw the radio remote at them.

  ****

  It took a while before we finally managed to pry ourselves off one another. I had to lock the cabin door shut so they’d stop their attempts to sneak a peek.

  After we had landed, there was a limousine waiting for us that I had arranged prior to liftoff. He wore his pressed suit and I wore my wonderful new dress I had purchased earlier. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a change of underwear which didn’t really bother me as much as I thought it would.

  We drove through the narrow streets of Paris, and I took in the sights. The Eifel Tower’s million lights twinkled like starts. I imagined being here but not like this. I imagined coming here as a successful businesswoman, running my own company and not as an escort.

  I couldn’t drive the thought out of my head. Had he hired me with this as his end goal? Or had this just been an incidental byproduct of working in such close proximity to a womanizer?

  The car pulled up to a small restaurant that overlooked a fountained courtyard. The scene was picturesque and soulful at the same time. Inside the restaurant was a simple scene almost as though it hadn’t been changed for more than a hundred years.

  The night flowed on and our conversation was light and fun. I hadn’t really spent time getting to know Tom that well until now. I had always seen him as my boss and that suited me just fine.

  I still felt unsettled and I needed to address it.

  “Tom, this experience is something I’ve never had. But I still wonder if I’m just becoming another woman that you throw away when you’re finished.”

  He played with the cork from the wine and leaned back in his seat. “Why would I throw you away?”

  “I’m supposed to be your personal assistant. There are supposed to be boundaries between us, and it feels like we’re tearing them down needlessly.”

  “Are you trying to say that you want to go back to being boss and assistant? I don’t know if I can do that,” he replied.

  “I’m saying I want more. The last month has inspired me, Tom. I’ve seen you making million dollar deals before breakfast and coming home with more conquests at night.

  “I don’t want to be the prize you un-wrap. I want to be the equal that you make deals with. Give me some time to build up my resume and my capital so I can see you as an equal before considering the possibility of continuing this.”

  I could feel my heart pang as the words came from my mouth. I really did want to be something more than an assistant in his eyes and needed him to know that. And I certainly did not wish to be just another one of his conquests. I had to make him prove himself.

  “Alright, we’ll go back to being boss and assistant again. The best things in life are worth waiting for.”

  He raised his glass and I mine, and we toasted the agreement.

  ****

  On Monday, I went back to work as though nothing happened. Tom had changed. His passion towards work overtook him and his nightlife faded considerably.

  A few months passed and he hadn’t been with anyone in a while. He seemed to distance himself from many of the women that had thrown themselves at him in the past as if a part of him died. I felt sorry for him.

  He started spending a lot of time with his brother’s family. Before our trip to Paris, he barely would see him once a year but now it seemed to be once a week. Tom would show me photos of him giving new toys to his brother’s children and how happy they were.

  In those few months I had learned something else.

  I was pregnant.

  I had a strong feeling it was his and I didn’t want to burden him further with the responsibility of being a parent.

  “Tom,” I said one day after a meeting, “I think it’s time I move on. I’ve been working towards a few projects of my own with the money you’ve helped me raise and I think I have some good prospects.”

  He flashed me his smile again, and I was struck by how sad his eyes looked. He embraced me, and my feelings were swept away. I kept myself straight faced, which was the hardest thing I’d ever done.

 
; “Don’t make me wait.” Was all he said.

  I pushed myself away, knowing that, if I stayed any longer, I would become a mess.

  “I’ll have my things packed and be out of the house before day’s end. Thank you again, Mr. Ellis.” I said.

  I turned and left, leaving him standing there sullenly.

  As I exited, I wondered if I’d gone too far, if there was something else I could’ve done to know if he wanted me for my business savvy or my looks. But, I couldn’t decipher anything at the moment.

  At the mansion, I began to pack everything I had, which I realized was not much. Then I heard a knock on the door.

  “Hey, Nia.” It was Brent. “I know we don’t talk much, but can we have a chat?”

  I cracked the door and let him wander in.

  “This place is way better than the shack I’m living in. You must be one smart cookie,” he said admiring my living space.

  “Did you come here to talk or to admire the scenery?” I asked rudely.

  “Whoa, calm down,” he said while stepping back toward the door. “I just have one thing to say so I’ll say it. You got Mr. Ellis twisted up good. I never seen him like this in the last ten years I been workin’ for him.”

  “Are you referring to how he doesn’t seem to sleep around as much?” I asked.

  “No, I’m referring to how he keeps askin’ me what you’re up to. He wants to know if you’re seein’ anybody or if you are feeling taken care of.”

  “He asks about me when I’m not around?”

  “He does. I never seen him like that for anyone.”

  I finished packing my bag and zipped it closed. I took a moment to take in all the sights from this palatial bedroom and let out a deep sigh.

  “Let’s go, Brent,” I said.

  I made for the door, but Brent wouldn’t let me carry my own bags. Like a gentleman he took the bags and followed me down the front stairs.

  I had him take me to a hotel downtown for the evening and scheduled time with a real estate agent while on the way. My excessive funds from working with Mr. Ellis had continued to grow over the past few months into a small fortune.

  I said my final farewells to Brent and entered the lobby. It was completely empty save for the one attendant at the front desk waiting patiently for business.

  He looked at me, smiled, and handed me a room key. I found it rather odd as I hadn’t called ahead.

  “Is this for me?” I asked.

  “Of course it is,” he replied. “Room 1506. The elevator is around the corner.” Another on hand attendant swooped in to relieve me of my luggage and led me to the elevator.

  We zoomed up to the 15th floor, and my curiosity swelled. I inserted my keycard into the door and swung it open.

  Mr. Ellis was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently.

  “How did you-“

  “I work downtown, it’s only three blocks from headquarters,” Tom said.

  “Mr. Elli-“

  “My name is Tom. I told you months ago, Nia.”

  He sat me down on the bed and stood over me.

  “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen,” he began. “The last several months I’ve been meeting more with my brother and his family and you know what I learned? Don’t answer that, I still want you to listen. I learned what makes him tick; I learned why he wakes up every morning and goes to his dead-end job upstate; I learned that it’s not easy to be in love.”

  He was pacing back and forth as he talked, and I smiled as he continued on.

  “That’s right, Love. Love is what gets him out of the house in the morning so he can go work a dead-end job to provide for his family. I saw him get in fights with the person he loves; only to watch them kiss and forget it ever seemed to happen. It was like some kind of magic was happening in his household.

  “I watched them play with their kids and how amazing it is to see someone grow up. I watched them roll their eyes and the millionth diaper they’d had to change, knowing that they’d have to do the same thing an hour later; only to give that baby a kiss on the cheek.

  “Love and compassion are two things I’ve been trying to spread around the city, and, yet, I haven’t ever been able to find those things in my own life. These last few months I think I’ve started to find it, and would you like to know where it started? Guess.” Tom paused. “No, don’t answer that either. I started finding it the moment I caught you downstairs that night. I continued to find it in the airplane the next day, and I know I found it when I saw you exit that airplane wearing that black dress.”

  I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks as he continued to talk.

  “I want you in my life; I need you in my life. I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing this because I think you want me in your life as well.

  “Nia, I love you. And, if you’ll have me, I want to start a family.”

  I stood there shocked to hear all of it. All I could do is nod and smile as he leaned in for a kiss. I stopped him before he could, though.

  “I need you in my life, too. But, I have a couple things I need to say first.”

  Tom sat down in a chair nearby and listened.

  “As it turns out, starting a family will be easier than you think.”

  He thought about it for a moment, and then I could see his eyes start to beam. “You’re-“

  “Yep,” I nodded. “And the second thing is: I only want to start a family as long as I can continue pursuing my own career as well. I want to be your equal and not your damsel.”

  Tom nodded happily. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I gave him a loving embrace and kissed him all over his face.

  We walked from the hotel arm in arm. Our future started that day and it never looked brighter.

  *****

  THE END

  The Billionaire’s Secret Love Child – Brianne’s Story

  A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance

  1

  Danielle Harper wasn’t sure she had heard the man correctly, so she leaned forward. It was, after all, pretty noisy in the club. She lived in Vegas and made some money on the weekends working as a waitress. She was tall and slender, her skin and hair dark. The most important thing was that she looked good in heels and a skirt. Her long legs got her a lot of tips, and perky cleavage got her even more.

  The club was called The Event, which Danielle thought was a stupid name, but it was popular and busy on the weekends, and Danielle needed every bit of help with her student loan debt that she could. She had a year of school left, and already the prospect of the debt felt crushing and suffocating.

  It was early in the evening, before the large crowds came in, but she had been serving a couple of the small round tables that dotted the outside of the dance floor in the dark club. At one table was a man and three of his friends. He was handsome. A young caucasian man with a strong jaw that made him look a bit like a superhero. His hair was blonde and buzzed. None of his friends made the same impact that he had on her. She had been with one white man before, a one night stand. The way the young man had kept looking at her, she was wondering if she was on her way to another.

  But then it looked as though he and his friends were moving on, and they gathered their things and paid their tab and walked out the door. The good looking one lingered, though, and he caught Danielle’s eye and waved her over.

  “Yeah?” Danielle asked as she went to speak with him by the front door.

  “What’s your name?”

  Danielle tapped a manicured nail against the small plastic nametag she wore to the left of her chocolate colored cleavage. “Danielle.”

  “I saw that, but don’t most women in Vegas have fake names? What’s your real name?”

  Danielle laughed. “Where are you from?”

  “Hidden Hills,” the man said. “It’s near Los Angeles.”

  “Well I don’t know who is feeding info to Hidden Hills, but Danielle is
my real name.”

  “All right, Danielle. Well, I think you should marry me.”

  That was the part she had thought she hadn’t understood. She leaned forward and shook her head. “Excuse me?”

  “I think we should get married. You are absolutely stunning.”

  “I’m not going to marry you.”

  The man laughed. “Why not?”

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  The man held his hand out. “Ray,” he said. She shook it. His hand was strong, but not rough.

  “Okay, Ray. Well, my answer is no.”

  “Hey, I really need to run right now, but I think we should talk more about it. What time do you get off?”

  “One.”

  “In the morning?”

  “Yeah.”

  Ray whistled through his front teeth. “Rough gig,” he said.

  Danielle laughed. “It’s alright.”

  “Well, listen. I have a penthouse in the… well shit, I don’t remember the name. But we’ll be drinking like crazy and generally raising Hell. I can have someone pick you up and bring you over, and we can get to know each other.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’ll send someone, and come if you want. Alright?”

  Danielle didn’t know what he meant about sending someone, but she just nodded. “Okay then,” she said, and Ray smiled and then turned and left.

  Danielle wasn’t sure what was going on, but, somehow, she felt an attraction for Ray. He was obviously nice to look at. Taller than she was and wide in a muscular way, with broad shoulders. He had been dressed in expensive clothes, but she had spent most of her time around him imaging what he looked like without a shirt on. Maybe going over to his penthouse in some hotel was the perfect opportunity to find if her fantasy shirtless Ray lived up to the real thing.

  As her night wore on, and the club became packed, she couldn't push her strange conversation with Ray from her mind. One in the morning rolled around quickly, and she clocked out and headed outside. The club would be open for a few more hours, so she stepped quickly through the entrance and through a sea of people trying to get in. Her car was parked along the side of the building, and she reached for her keys. She had a paper due on Monday, and she didn’t know a single thing about Ray or any of his friends. She didn’t make it a habit to go to strange hotel rooms with men she didn’t know, and she had decided she wasn’t about to now.