My Billionaire Stranger

by Shae Black

  “Marcus, I have something I want to talk to you about,” I start hesitantly.

  “No good conversation ever starts with those words Imani,” he says leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

  “No, it’s not anything terrible, I just…I just want to go back to work at the hospital.”

  There, I said it, no sugar coating. His face goes cold and actually a bit ashen, no frown, it’s quite expressionless actually, and I begin to worry if this wasn’t a good idea.

  “You’re not happy here?” He says

  “No it’s not that at all, how could anyone not be happy here? I love being with you. I just don’t feel like I’m really earning my salary, I’m not doing anything for you that you can’t do for yourself. I’d rather just be your girlfriend and not your nurse. I feel a little whorish accepting money while we are sleeping together and having a relationship.” Thank god for being buzzed from the wine, I’d never have been able to admit all that sober. Silence surrounds us like a heavy blanket as he sets his wine glass down surveying me carefully, crossing his arms across his chest. He’s thinking, scheming.

  “You go back to work at the hospital but move in here with me permanently, I will sell your apartment,” he says. It’s a command, an order, twisted to sound like a compromise of sorts, but with not much actual choice given to me. I can’t deny it’s what I want though, to be with him in a permanent way and to have the fulfillment my career brings me by going back to work at the hospital. My family and friends are gonna freak, but for him I’ll suffer their wrath, let em bring it.

  “Okay,” I breathe, after a few seconds. I’m not sure if he has heard me, we’re so far from each other, but his entire body relaxes and it’s only then that I realize how tightly he had been. His head drop forward chin to chest and his shoulders slump. I’m overwhelmed with the need to connect with him, touch him, taste him, and smell him. The surge of passion to be skin on skin with this intense yet romantic man consumes me. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or Marcus’s words but I’m suddenly filled with newfound confidence, as I push my chair back and stand, his head snaps up and his eyes track me as I carefully step onto my chair and then on to the table, I pause for effect and watch his eyes go wide and his mouth drop open, a first for him I’m sure. When I begin to move again I walk the length of the table fiercely sweeping flowers, vases, dishes anything in my path onto the floor with my feet, I swing the chandelier to the side and move gracefully around it like a punching bag before arriving in front of him. Towering over him Marcus sits back in his chair in awe, looking me directly in the eyes and then raking down my body with reverence before returning back to my mouth where he then focuses all of his attention. His tongue slides between his lips and back inside his mouth taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

  I lower myself in front of him, opening my dress at the slit to bare my legs to him. He snakes his arms around my hips grabbing the cheeks of my ass he uses them to pull me from the table to straddle his lap. My dress is hitched around my waist as he leans close to my ear, “You are the sexiest fucking thing Imani, I can not believe you are mine, for my eyes only. Mine, here with me always.” I roll my hips into his rock hard erection and a deep guttural groan escapes him. “Fuck Imani, what you do to me.” I feel the zipper of my dress sliding down my back while he uses his other hand to burn a trail down my newly exposed skin. I begin to pant and I hear a whimper that I can only assume is my own. I’m in a different place now, gone, into a different stratosphere, a fantasy world, a fairy tail. The most beautiful man imaginable growing steely hard between my legs. His touch has me sinking helplessly into quick sand with the weight of his passion. I could die right here in this moment and not care; my life would end in utter bliss. My gorgeous new dress is lifted over my head and abandoned on the floor haphazardly, leaving me nearly naked in lingerie and obscenely high heels. My hair is so long it would shield me from anyone entering the dining room from the door behind us if I cared. I’m not in any way concerned at this moment about anyone other than Marcus. The entire kitchen and wait staff could bring chairs in and be our audience; I don’t care. I’m so far removed from reality I wouldn’t notice. Marcus’s hands smooth over the sheer stockings from my knees to the inside of my thighs, dangerously close to my core he stops to hover teasing before traveling up my belly. His hands cup my swollen breasts as he circles his thumbs over my dark nipples simultaneously. I drop my head back with a moan as his hands glide behind me removing my barely there bra. I grip his broad, chiseled shoulders as he takes turns sucking and gently scraping my nipples, one then the other with his mouth and teeth, my body bowing into him while he forges a path of slow, loving kisses to the hollow of my neck and finally ending at my mouth. He becomes more demanding and urgent, plunging his tongue into my mouth and taking what he needs while I give him all of me. Sliding his hands behind me he again guides me by my thick ass, pulling me closer as he moves the sheer material of the panties to the side dragging his fingers through my hot, wet folds, spreading the slickness back to the forbidden pucker of my ass he pauses there. “You are soaked for me Imani, I fucking love it.” A crazy frenzy begins and I feel there are too many clothes separating us, I need him naked, now!

  I tug at his tie and fumble with the buttons of his shirt and when I can’t endure the tediousness of the task any longer, I pull at his shirt open and hear the buttons pop and bounce off the wood of the chair flying all over the dining room but I don’t care, I can finally feel him, skin against skin. Breathlessly, I pull away just long enough to get him out of his jacket and shirt before burying myself in his neck, kissing along the back of his ear, circling my hips against his and threading my fingers through his soft hair. Pressing my feet on the floor I roll forward rubbing my breasts against his soft chest hair and reach down to stroke his thick cock through his tuxedo pants. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants I slide inside to grip his hot silky length in my hand. “You’re wet for me too,” I say between kisses, sliding my finger over his slit and spreading his pre come around the tip of his cock. Who am I? This person is so not me, if I were watching myself, I’d never believe the woman writhing against Marcus, grabbing, and panting with want could be me. I’ve become insatiable, I will never ever get enough of this man and thank God it seems the feeling is mutual.

  Big hands surround my hips and move me back to stand before him, and he manages to rake over my body from head to toe with his eyes before sliding my panties down, I step out of them, leaving the stockings and heels. I begin to move to take my former position, but he stops me with his hand between my breasts and feathers his other hand over my face gently, closing my eyes with two fingers as he moves. Continuing down my body, both hands now clutch my hips, circling behind he cups my ass as he lays his cheek against my belly. I can feel his brow furrow; he eyes shut tight, his lips brush against my skin as he speaks, “I know this is moving very fast but I have always known what I want in my life Imani and I want you. I will worship you until the day I die, you have complete control over me, my heart beats simply for you. I’ll give you anything, follow you anywhere, take you everywhere, just promise to stay with me, never leave, be mine as I am yours Imani. I love you, I have loved you since the first time I heard your voice lying in that hospital bed.”

  Oh God, my body explodes with desire and love. Thrusting my hands through his thick soft hair I say the words he want’s to hear, the same ones I want to say. “Yes…. yes, I’ll never leave you…. I love you too Marcus, so very much…” I gasp as he takes control the way I crave him to, and a frenzy starts between us as he surges forward, lifting me up onto the edge of the table he stands on one foot thrusting inside of me so deep I yell out. Before I can think another thought he’s pounding into me. His hands and mouth everywhere at once; desperate to prove the words he has just spoken.

  “Open your eyes now Imani, I want to see you when you come,” he grunts between thrusts and I obey, gripping his hair for leverage I lock my eyes with his and feel the
heat build between my legs with every deep thrust; the only audible sound is our heavy breathing and the slapping of our bodies against each other with an unbelievable force- I can’t imagine how he manages this on one leg, I curl my legs around his hips, digging into his ass with my heels I encouraging him to go faster, deeper, harder. I know I can’t hold on much longer and he recognizes it in my eyes.

  “Come for me baby, right now; I love watching you come.” His words send me into a spiral, a tornado tearing through my body destroying everything in its path as my orgasm consumes me. I can’t help but close my eyes and drop my head back in ecstasy. Marcus isn’t far behind me, four or five more thrusts and he’s gone as he presses into me once more before he stills. His cock pulses inside of me as I come down from my own bliss he continues the release of his. We break eye contact to wrap ourselves up in each other, we’re a tangled mess of limbs, sweat, and wild hair, the smell of sex hangs thick in the air. My mind returns from rapture as we stand there gasping for air in the formal dining room, with a house full of people from Dominus that just prepared and served us a four-course dinner, I can’t believe I acted with such abandon.

  “I know what you’re thinking, and you can stop, no one is here. I didn’t plan on this exactly.” He motions toward the mess I’ve made. “But I did want privacy after dinner, no worrying,” he murmurs into my neck and I relax. Good, I’m not sure I could face his staff after this, we weren’t exactly discrete and I’ve broken a lot of glass!

  “I’m sorry about the mess, I don’t know what got into me.”

  He thrusts his hips gently where we’re still joined together he smiling, and answers, “I do. Me.”

  Chapter 29

  Marcus has been on the phone trying to get me back to work at the hospital all morning, after several calls to his lawyer and human resources; he’s finally wrapped it all up. “You start back next week, Tuesday night to be exact. Now I am going to call the movers and my real estate agent and we also need to put your apartment on the market,” He announces as we sit across his mammoth desk from each other. I can’t keep my knee from bouncing up and down while he goes on efficiently rearranging my life. The news that I will be returning to work is comforting, but selling my apartment and moving into Marcus’s mansion is not. I’m still trying to figure out how I agreed to this so-called compromise. It was done in the heat of the moment and it didn’t help that I was a little tipsy and a lot turned on. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I should have known he would be full steam ahead with this arrangement first thing the next morning.

  It’s not that I don’t want to be with Marcus. Living here with him, sleeping in his bed, making him happy every day and more importantly every night is a dream come true. But I still want the safety net of my apartment. I worked hard for years to buy my own place, my parents were always offering to help me but it was part of the healing process for me. I needed to be independent and stand on my own two feet. I love my little corner of the world and without it I’m afraid my life will have no anchor. What if something goes wrong, what if Marcus has a permanent personality change, what if he has complications from his accident or what if he falls out of love with me? This is all moving too fast for me, but apparently not for Marcus, he’s in full control freak mode.

  “Um, about that.” I make a weak attempt to protest, but he’s not having it.

  “No, no, no, you agreed to all of this and I have you back on the hospital’s payroll, we had a deal.”

  “I know Marcus, and I want to live here, I do, it’s just, I feel like I should keep my place, it’s my home.” I know as soon as the words leave my mouth that they were a mistake, his bright green eyes spark with anger and something else…vulnerability.

  Imani…” Marcus clenches his jaw and grips the arms of his chair. “Why?” He speaks so softly it surprises me, I expected him to roar out some ridiculous commands or bully me into selling. But the tenderness he demonstrates in that moment throws me off balance, there’s no need to prepare for battle after all.

  “I’m scared,” I admit, fiddling with the edge of my sweater in my lap.

  “Look at me Imani… please.” He knows how to play me, I’m nervous about opening up to him and his rare use of manners eases my nerves. “ Come here baby.” I stand and round the desk.” “Sit.” Scooting back he pats his desk in front of him and I slide on top and stiffen my arms as I grip the edge. He scoots closer to rest his palms on my knees and the scene of our rendezvous on the dining room table last night flickers through my mind. “I thought I made my feelings perfectly clear last night on the dining room table, there is no reason to be scared. I love you, in fact it is more than that; the way I feel for you is intense, all encompassing… it’s madness Imani. Now that I have found you I can not, I will not live without you.” His eyes plead silently, while his words seduce me.

  “That’s a huge responsibility Marcus, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live up to your expectations, I’ve never done this before. What if I disappoint you, what if you get tired of me? I know you love me, I feel it in everything you say and do, but we haven’t known each other long…”

  “Stop. You feel the same for me, yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “You could never disappoint me…ever. And it is insulting that you would even think that I would get tired of you.”

  This argument is going nowhere, he’s going to get his way, his home will become mine, and the only place I have to escape to will be gone. That is exactly what he’s planning on, complete control. And I’m going to give it to him, against my better judgment I will sell my home of the past six years and move into this ridiculously extravagant house to please him. I don’t say another word; it’s not necessary. I allow my eyes speak for me and he understands immediately.

  “Much better, I will make you happy Imani, you may have your doubts but proving others wrong is my specialty. Together we are invincible, nothing can touch us, I promise you.

  “That’s a promise you had better keep Mr. Castillo, or else…”

  No one has ever made me feel so wanted, so cherished, and so special; not to mention absurdly turned on. A glimmer of excitement begins to grow inside me, we could make this work, couldn’t we? Marcus gathers me from the edge of the desk into his arms nuzzling into my neck as my mind wanders to that place again…the place of doubt and fear. I know life doesn’t come with guarantees and that people change, relationships fall apart every day but Marcus and I are up against some serious challenges. Your average couple will never have to deal with brain tumors, personality changes, tortured pasts and I have a feeling there are hurdles with Marcus I’ve yet to discover.

  His brain scan results are disturbing; he has a very large vascular tumor in his frontal lobe. It’s been there for a long time not affecting him until the accident caused his brain to swell. He knows it’s there, they had to tell him, but he’s in total denial and that could affect my future, his future, or lack thereof. Fuck I can’t think like this, one day at a time is the only way I’m going to make it through. He is fine right now, I’m fine, we’re going to be ok, optimism is a bitch!

  “You are doing it again, I will not sit here and allow you to worry about things that are out of our control. I’m fine, you’re fine, we are going to be fine, so stop thinking so damn much.” I fucking hate that word fine!

  “Sorry, how do you know when I’m worrying anyway?”

  “I just do, if I tell you will try not to do it and then I will have lost my secret power, why would I want to do that?

  “Well you’d be much more relaxed if you weren’t worrying about me worrying!”

  “Shush. I do not need to relax, and I am perfectly capable of worrying for the both of us. I just want you happy, that is all I want for the rest of my life is to see you happy in every way.” Warmth spreads throughout my body as I realize that I am his world, his reason for existence, I hold his heart in my hands just as much as he holds mine. We share the vulnerability of being able to crush one another hearts or ca
re for them tenderly and watch them grow. He’s the captain of the ship, and I’m the helmsman, we’re headed into an uncharted, unpredictable ocean. But he believes we can weather any storm, as long as we do it together.

  “I want that for you too Marcus, and I’ll let you do all the worrying from here on out, as much as I can anyway, sometimes it’s uncontrollable but I promise to do my best.” “That’s my girl, I knew you would see it my way,” He teases and pulls my ponytail playfully but with a hint of business. Even when he’s playing there’s some semblance of seriousness to what he says. “So, I have a lot of work to catch up on and since I have recently discovered it impossible to keep my eyes off of you when in your presence…”

  “You need say no more, I’ll find something to occupy my time.”

  “But before you go, I wanted to talk to you about planning a get-together for your friends and family here at our house. We could announce our plans and I will win them all over with my charm.”

  “Charm huh?” I say laughing, like really laughing not just a little chuckle or giggle; this is all-out laughing. Marcus pulls away from me where I still sit on his lap. He looks at me with mock shock. “I do believe you are laughing at my ability to charm people Ms. Jefferson.” “Uh…yea…. I haven’t seen you work your magic on anyone yet, but the thought of it is rather hilarious! Every person I’ve ever witnessed you talking to shakes in his or her boots until you walk away! Maybe you have charm mistaken with something else?”

  “You don’t think I can be charming? How do you think I became so successful? I know how to act in public… how to attract someone into my web.” He smirks that panty-melting smirk while cradling my face in his hands to kiss me so completely, so thoroughly it feels as if he’s put a spell on me. There’s no hope for my family and friends either, he will have them following him around like the Pied Piper in no time. “See…pretty convincing aren’t I?” I nod, unable to form words after that intoxicating kiss, I could be satisfied forever with his kisses alone. “Ok, off with you then, start calling your family and friends.” I don’t like being nudged away but I know it’s necessary. People can’t be joined at the hip all the time…. can they? Do I want to be?