The Billionaire's Bride (Complete Collection)

by Andrews, Aaliyah

  I thought he almost sneered at me. He hid his face as he paced the hallway, but I followed him. He suddenly turned around, stopping me, making me peer up at him. There weren't a lot of men who could make me feel tiny, but Lucas did.

  “It sounds like nothing I do will change your mind.”

  I grimaced. I shuffled my feet. Looking down, when I looked back up to check on him, he passed behind me as if to say ‘that's it’.

  “No,” I said, although my answer was clear. “Nothing I can think of.”

  “You're still not leaving here tonight.”

  Then before I could react, he shoved me through the doorway to my right, and slammed the door behind me. Fumbling for the door in the dark, when I found it, all of my attempts wouldn't budge the knob.

  In one quick move, he'd pushed me into a spare room and locked it from the outside.

  I banged on it and screamed for Lucas to let me out.

  “Not tonight,” he called past the door, sounding so sweet. I pounded away as I listened to his footsteps trailing down the hallway.

  Was he leaving me?

  Who did he think he was? My gut sank when I realized I knew the answer to that question. Lucas thought he was above a god. I should've known he’d do anything in his power to keep me.

  Slumping back against the wall, I looked around at the spare bedroom. It was decorated with a tropical, yet modern theme, which could’ve easily been overdone, but it wasn’t. There was a large beach bed with sheets and pillows immaculately placed.

  And there was a window.

  Once I spotted it, I laughed like a maniac. Lucas had forgotten to bar the window, which seemed unlike him, but locking me in the room had been a split second decision. I hurried over to it. It seemed wide enough for me to fit. It didn't matter. I would have to try it.

  Just as I was about to lift it, Lucas appeared on the outside jingling a lock. He clamped it down on the window, waved to me, then merrily strolled away.

  I laughed at the absurdity of it all, but then collapsed onto the bed.

  There were worse places to be stuck in, but there were certainly easier places to escape from.

  Chapter 15

  Lucas

  Was it wrong that I didn't feel bad about trapping Tia? Should there have been remorse? Perhaps a questioning of my morality? Tia didn't understand how much danger she was in. And she certainly didn't understand what I had up my sleeve, which required her to be away from me for a while.

  The best gifts were, in my opinion, complete surprises, and that's what I intended to give her—a surprise that would knock her socks off. Hell, why not her panties, too? It was time to throw it all on the table. Doing so required me to be up all night, without her interrupting me.

  My security team was under strict orders not to let Tia go. They would feed her, give her whatever she needed, but under no circumstances should she leave the premises.

  After my secret night, haggard and delirious from no sleep, I arrived back home. I popped open the door a little. Keeping it ajar, I peered in to see Tia curled against the pillows. She looked serene. Exhausted, I wanted to cuddle up next to her, press my cock between her cheeks, and fall asleep to our warmth.

  But there was no time for sleep.

  One of her eyes popped open. She jumped back and almost fell off the bed.

  “What are you lurkin’ around for?”

  “I'm back,” I said, not before rubbing my eyes to try to focus.

  Her hair tousled from sleep, she looked adorable but I didn't dare tell her that.

  “Oh, now you're back? Thanks for keeping me locked up in this room for the night.”

  “I'm sorry about that,” I said. I leaned against the door to not tip. To be honest, I didn't sleep well the night before, or the night before that, or....yeah, I couldn't remember when I’d gotten a decent night's sleep.

  “You look terrible. Where have you been?”

  I shook my head. She couldn't know that. Not yet. “Nowhere.”

  “You're being really creepy, Lucas. What's going on?”

  “What time is it?” I asked, at the same time, bringing out my cell phone. Six in the morning. Damn. No time left.

  “You've got to get ready. We're leaving in twenty minutes.”

  Tia grasped at the air like she was strangling me. I didn't blame her. In the end, I hoped that pussy would want to strangle my cock. There was nothing I could do about her frustrations at the moment.

  Falling back, then thrusting herself up onto her feet, she grumbled and shoved past me.

  “Let me get ready,” she grumbled.

  “You don't even know where we're going,” I yelled at her back. She must've been heading up to my master bathroom to get ready.

  “Are you going to tell me?” she yelled.

  As she rounded the staircase, she glared back at me. You got me there, beautiful. “No.”

  Shaking her head, she growled again and stomped off to the top floor. I sat at the bottom of the stairs and waited for her. This was going to be a long trip.

  Once she was ready, we headed to my garage. Bright UV lights buzzed to life above us, illuminating my four cars. Usually, guys in my income range would have a fleet of vehicles at the ready. I had a few middle class cars, and one sports car that I liked to take whenever I needed to get somewhere fast.

  It was hardly used, but I felt like now would be a great time to take it. I reached for the handle. I was about to pop it open when Tia darted between us and wagged her finger in my face.

  “Oh, no, oh hell, no. You are not driving.”

  “You want to drive?” The keys jingled in front of her face. She took a step back.

  “Uhh, no. I'm not driving that thing. You're not, either.”

  I hated when she was right. Only because she was right most of the time.

  “Look at us, arguing like a married couple already.”

  “I'm trusting you, Lucas...” she said under her breath, fists clenching. Tia would never hurt me, but she would run. Run away from me, like she had tried to before.

  “Remember the last time you said that? I gave you the orgasm of your life.”

  “Do whatever you need to do. I am having the complete opposite of an orgasm right now.”

  “That serious?”

  She tried to hide a smile but failed. “Lucas, aren't we late for whatever you're doing?”

  “We are,” I said and headed off without another word or glance. In another minute, the garage door opened. I held the limo door open for Tia. She gathered herself, holding her sides and taking careful, smooth steps to the door.

  “I'm trusting you,” she said again.

  I was too slow to respond and she dropped inside. The upscale, private neighborhood passed us by and soon we were on the highway.

  Tia recognized the route. “We're not going to the airport, are we?”

  I kicked a leg out. I stretched and took up all of the leather seat. She leaned closer, getting that angry yet beautiful look that I couldn't take seriously.

  “You're so pretty when you're angry, you know that?”

  “Stop screwing around,” she said, but I saw an inkling of a smile. “I'm not ready to go anywhere. Look at me.”

  “You look fine. We're going to be on a plane for hours.”

  “Hours? How many hours?”

  “You're not afraid of flying, are you?”

  “I'm afraid of you and your plans. This had better be good...keeping me locked in a room, waking me up at an ungodly hour of the morning, taking me with no time to get ready--”

  “It'll be worth it. Relax your pretty butt.”

  She crossed her arms and huddled in the corner, far away from me. “This butt is not happy, mister. This is one angry butt. And have you seen this thing? You do not want to make this butt angry.”

  I sprang toward her. I crooked my head while I flashed a smile, a smile that told her exactly what I was thinking about – running my tongue over that delicious pussy, caressing and worshi
pping that beautiful ass, watching as it bounced to my merciless thrusting in that divine, tight pussy.

  “Keep talking about that butt of yours and we'll miss our flight. Or maybe you'd like to join my high mile club?”

  Tia scoffed, but flinched. “I'm going to shut up now. I'm only feeding your confidence.”

  My eyelids fluttered. Keeping my eyes open was a struggle that I was losing. I kicked back again and waited for us to arrive.

  The next thing I knew, we were there as Tia slapped my thigh. I bolted awake to catch her laughing.

  “What's funny?”

  “Couldn't hang, could you?”

  “How long was I out?”

  “Only a few minutes.” We were parked in front of a hangar, housing the private flight I chartered to take us.

  “Ah, shit, sorry, didn't meant to do that.”

  “It's okay,” she said, then crawled her way over. Her plump, grab-able ass passed right by me.

  Why couldn't we simply fuck in the limo like I'd mentioned earlier? Even dead tired, I was sure that my cock would work. It began to tingle. It was a sensation that said if I didn't cool my dirty thoughts, I would soon be greeting the pilots with a hard on.

  We went inside the hangar to be greeted by the staff. As we went into our private chambers onboard the jet, Tia showed her disapproval with each step. I simply tried to keep my footing so I wouldn't fall.

  The seats were all huge, double the size of a normal seat on a standard airline. In the back, there was a small lounge with a bar. But most of the jet served its function, getting from one place to another comfortably and fast.

  We had two flight attendants to take care of us. Overkill, but Tia would appreciate it, even if she would complain about the cost and how it wasn't necessary.

  “When are you going to tell me where we're going?” she whispered to me. She was too embarrassed to say it loudly.

  “I'll tell you where we're going when we get there,” I yelled, my voice booming through the cabin.

  She jumped from her seat and hit me with an elbow to my side. It actually kind of hurt.

  “You've got some bony elbows. Why don't you keep those lethal weapons in your personal space?” I took her arm and placed it back on her lap.

  She curled her lips and shook her head. “I don't have bony elbows.”

  “I'm pretty sure they don't allow weapons like that aboard the flight. Maybe you should've stepped out of line and let me frisk you?”

  “Frisk me? How attractive, Lucas. And once again, they're not bony.”

  I pointed to the flight attendant who was getting ready to show us the safety precautions. “If you're so sure about your not-pointy elbows, how would you feel about jabbing her in the waist like you just did to me?”

  “I swear to God, Lucas...if you don't shut up, my pointy elbows are going up your ass.”

  That got me going. I started to laugh my ass off, interrupting the safety procedure. My laughter became worse once I tried to stifle it. After I was done wiping a tear over Tia's absurd statement, and how pissed she'd gotten over her elbows, exhaustion swept over me.

  We listened to the safety precautions. Hearing them made me uneasy. It reminded me why we were there in the first place, because of Tia being in danger. My personal visit to Jayne had solved that problem, or so I hoped. If she attempted anything, my security detail that trailed her would alert me at once.

  Tia leaned over her seat and her breasts pressed against my arm. Arousal shot through me, then came the comfort of having her warm, soft beauties against me. Could I sleep on them? Best not to ask her that now, she would go livid.

  Keep hands to self, keep eyes straight ahead, and enjoy the flight.

  “Actually, I agree with you. They are a little bony,” she whispered to me, like telling me a naughty secret. My cock bulged when she said that.

  I smirked. A lazy smirk.

  “You look like you could use a nap.”

  “Uh, yeah. I could, but I need to stay awake for the flight.”

  “Why? You're not flying.” She waved for the flight attendant to come over. The skinny blond in her white blouse and black dress approached at once.

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  “Please get him a pillow. He needs to sleep.”

  I waved her off, but my body cried out for that pillow, no matter how pathetic that sounded.

  “I can't sleep. I need to see your face when we land.”

  The flight attendant handed Tia the pillow when I didn't reach for it.

  “Get up,” she said. I obeyed her and lifted my neck. Tia placed the pillow underneath it and I sank back into it.

  “Now go to sleep. I'll wake you up to see how surprised I am.”

  Nodding to her, I wasn't sure if I believed her, but the promise of sleep was too tempting to pass up. I slept most of the way there. Halfway during the flight, I woke again, only to sleep for the remainder. Tia was absorbed in a movie when I woke.

  She seemed happy.

  My plan seemed to be working so far. We were together. We were acting like a couple. Would she take the next step once we arrived?

  I didn't know. But I was happy to see her enjoying herself, seemingly carefree. I did the same and slept until we arrived in Costa Rica.

  Chapter 16

  Tia

  Lucas had the best surprises.

  Nearing the exit, I hugged Lucas. He was still waking up. Squeezing him tight, I looked up to see his eyes bulging. I started laughing and hurried my way down the landing steps to the tarmac, leaving him behind.

  He caught up to me. Breathing heavily, he said, “You don't even know where you're going.”

  “I don't even know where we are, but it looks gorgeous,” I screamed. I turned in a circle to get a panoramic view. It looked tropical. Heat lines wavered in the air over the runway. Another driver in a luxury sedan awaited our arrival.

  “We're in Costa Rica.”

  Costa Rica...unbelievable.

  Just a day ago I was back home, my life an endless repetition of tasks that I completed for little money. Now, here I was in a tropical paradise with the man of my dreams.

  Yeah, it was a little hard to remain mad at him when he went out of his way to do all of this. “I'm willing to overlook keeping me locked up in a room, since I imagine you were planning the whole night, right?”

  “That's right.” He was unnaturally frazzled. I kind of liked it. He looked sexy with his hair messy. It reminded me of what he looked like after a satisfied orgasm. A girl could get real full of herself after giving a billionaire bachelor like Lucas Moore the orgasm of his life.

  “Costa Rica,” I screamed when I realized something. I hopped up and down, clapped, and then snatched Lucas by the collar. I might've been a little too rough, and eased up.

  “What's gotten into you?” he asked as he rolled up his sleeves. He put a heavy arm behind his neck, in turn, flexing his awesome biceps.

  No time to ogle. Something had gotten into me. And that something was one of the top places on my bucket list.

  “Sloth sanctuary,” I screamed, doing a dance as I pumped my fist in circles around him. I stopped, out of breath, at his feet.

  Lucas, jaw dropped, stared at me. “Sloth...what? What are you talking about?”

  I shook him. He flexed and I decided it was best not to shake the big strong man. “Sloths. Oh my God, this is where the sloth sanctuary is. We have to go see the sloths.”

  I kept rambling. It couldn't be helped.

  “All right. I take you all this way, and the first thing you say is you want to see some sloths? Unbelievable.”

  I mimicked a sloth moving slow on some branches. Lucas's eyes went even wider. He looked around to make sure that I wouldn't be arrested for acting like a crazy person at an airport. I'd yelled sloth pretty loud.

  “This wasn't on the itinerary, but seeing as you're about to become a sloth just to prove to me how wonderful they are, I think I can fit it on the list.”

  I jumpe
d again. I was seriously out of breath in this sweltering heat, but that didn't stop me. I was super energized with the thought that I would actually be able to visit the sanctuary. And maybe....just maybe...steal one and bring it home.

  “They have sloths that they rescue. They bring them in and try to rehabilitate them. It's like sloth heaven.” I went on as we were taken from the airport to our next destination. I didn't even bother to ask this time.

  Lucas kept looking out the window.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  “I am.”

  “No, you're not. Here, have an elbow.”

  Lucas laughed and caught my slight elbow jab. I placed my hands back between my knees. I kept them clasped, my legs wanting to jog in place. Lucas seemed pleased with himself. Too pleased.

  When we arrived at where we were staying, I shot him a new look. A look of disapproval. “I thought you didn't do flashy things like this.”

  As soon as we rolled past the gates through the lush tropical brush to the front of the house, a mansion like his one in California – but this one more open and all Spanish architecture mixed with tropical flare – I knew it must've cost a fortune.

  “It's not mine. I'm renting it for the week.”

  “Still, it's extravagant.”

  “I can splurge on you, every once and a while. You'll let me do that, won't you?”

  “Only if you promise to do double for someone more deserving.”

  We parked in the cobbled driveway. The lush green mountains beyond, and the beach behind it, awaited us.

  I hoped the driver wouldn't interrupt us as Lucas said with no restraint, “You deserve everything I can give.”

  “Stop, please.” I turned away from him to the heart shaped gate which led to a private beach’s sandy entrance.

  “I must leave you again.”

  He clasped my hands in his. His warmth, spreading through me, did little to comfort me about this new revelation.

  “Leaving me? Again?”