by Sharon Rose
The Hottie Billionaires Series: Romancing A Banking Magnate
(The Billionaire Meets The Damsel In Distress)
Written by SHARON ROSE
Copyright 2015
All Rights Reserved
Smashwords Edition
Prologue
She stopped in front of him, her faint shadow cast on him, making her look dominant as if she could put him under her mercy. But it only added exhilaration to the rush of excitement that was pounding in his blood.
Xavier looked up, keeping up with her pace, with her tantalizing movements.
She smiled at him, a sweet smile that made his world turn upside down. God, this woman was beautiful, so fucking beautiful, that she took his breath away!
He was surrounded by a lot of hot chicks in his jet-setting world, but it was the first time that he had stumbled upon her kind of beauty. He just couldn’t explain it. She looked innocent, yet feisty. The unique combo surely made a lasting impression in him.
She ducked her head, shoving her face closer to his. Her sweet scent assaulted his nostrils, dug deep in his lungs, and his senses ran amok.
Damn! This woman wasn't just lovely, but she smelled like the sweetest flower in the world, too!
"Hello, Xavier..." she whispered with an oh-so-sexy voice. Her warm breathing tickled the sensitive tissues in his ear.
A sharp fireball of heat blasted through his core, rushed to every fiber of his being, and exponentially concentrated in painful assemblage in his gut.
Holy fuck! But he could feel his rock hard erection, straining against the fabric of his pants, violently wanting to break free from confinement.
"Yes... I can turn you on, Xavier. I'll make you go crazy over me, until you'll want me like you have never wanted anyone else in your life." Katrina's sweet promise reverberated in his mind.
He took a sharp intake of breath. He was fucking more than just turned on at this bloody moment.
Katrina was just starting to seduce him, yet he was already panting in agonizing need to be buried deep in her creamy, molten sheets. His hands were itching to grab her, pin her down the floor, strip her of her clothes, and thrust his throbbing manhood full and deep in her core. The need to be inside her was overwhelming!
Ah... it had been a while since he was panting in desperate need to fuck a pussy. How he missed the feeling! It felt so darn good to be a testosterone driven man again. Finally, he was back on track. Thank God!
Her arms draped around his shoulders, imprisoning him, shoving her intoxicating sweet scent more to his nose. He breathed through her fresh, sweet scent. It was more potent than the most expensive perfume.
Oh, how he dug her scent!
She sat on his lap, spread her legs openly in front of him, straddling him. She was wearing a skin tight jeans, and the mound of flesh between the junction of her thighs was fleshy and apparent.
The thought that he was looking at her feminity made his mouth water. That was the most precious part of a woman that could make a man go out of his mind. And oh Lordy, it was such a lovely, carnal sight!
Her soft hands crawled to his chest, slipped inside his suit, and touched his bare chest. Her soft fingers scraped against the hardness of his swollen nipple. It created ripples of sensations all over him.
It was a gripping moment where sensations plagued through him, titillated him, and uncontrollably took over his sanity. He just closed his eyes to savor the moment, amazed at how this woman could make him feel.
He was horny as fuck!
Nobody had just simply touched him, and immediately turned him into an about to erupt volcano. Or maybe a hopeless, romantic fool?
"Hmmmn..." she purred right in front of his ear.
That faint, below a whisper sound triggered sexy, carnal thoughts in his mind. He wanted her to purr like that when he was pounding hard in her, maybe even louder and harder, until he had deliciously made her pussy sore and red, until she was clenching tight around him, lost and drowned in the intensity of her own release.
Whoah! This lovely woman was surely a tease! And he was beyond turned on. His manhood stirred in violent frenzy, and suddenly, a creamy liquid smeared around the tip of his cock, dampening his cotton boxer shorts.
Damn precum! he cussed under his breath. That fast! That easy! And he wanted to already mercilessly jack off like a silly, inexperienced boy.
Darn!
And he lost control. With his body craving in intense need, he stood on his feet, dragged her in his arms, and pushed her against the wall. His one hand held her leg, pulled it up, and strapped it around his hips.
He was breathing hard now. His whole body was clamoring to have a taste of her, to have a fill of her. He was dying to indulge in the decadent pleasure of her wanton offer.
He wanted her. He wanted her so bad like he had never wanted anyone else in his life.
Chapter 1
Xavier drank his bottle of beer in one gulp, his expression was grim. Agitation was printed all over his face, and as much as he wanted to stay cool, he just simply couldn’t.
He fumed as he took another swig of his beer. He had a tiff with his girlfriend just hours ago, and it turned out awry.
He shut his eyes hard as Janine’s disappointed and furious face popped in his mind. Frustrated, he cringed in embarrassment. How could he forget his girlfriend’s epic annoyance? It was hard to erase from his memory when he was the sole culprit.
Janine had never been furious in the course of their year-long relationship, but he pushed her to her breaking limits. He knew he had disappointed the woman, but it wasn't as if he intended to. It was purely unpremeditated.
Well, he did try his best to please her. The devil knew how much he wanted to make Janine purr. How he wanted her to shout his name while on the verge of passion. It was just that his efforts went in vain as his own body forsook him.
He had a lot of girlfriends in the past. He hopped from one lap to another. But Janine could be the best sex partner he could ever find. Passionate and experienced, she knew a lot of tricks and acrobatics in bed. Her lips and mouth were simply talented. She could make a guy jerk off his loads in just a few minutes. No pun intended!
Well, she actually made their bedroom encounters a one helluva experience for the past twelve months. She was a gem, he knew that, but sad to say that he lost her in the most notorious and embarrassing way.
He groaned inwardly at the thought, shaking his head in incredulity. It was something that he couldn’t take, a bitter pill that was hard to swallow.
What happened to him was the worst thing that could happen to a man. It was a nightmare and a curse.
Heck, but what the hell really happened to him? All he knew was that, he was having the time of his life, then suddenly, everything dissipated from there. He didn’t know exactly when his dilemma started, and how it started. It just happened. And boom! He was owned.
And it horrendously became his notorious problem that he must deal with. He was really puzzled at how his body behaved in the past few days. He knew that something was wrong with him, but he was in denial for some time.
His problem had worsened as the days passed by, and he was at the point in his life where he just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Sooner or later, he would need to face the truth and deal with his fear. And the incident a while ago with Janine inside his bedroom cinched the deal. He knew that he was a dead meat from now on.
He gripped his bottle of beer as firm as he could. His face
darkened in frustration. He shouted a series of expletives in his mind, hoping that it would make him feel better, but it didn’t.
“Hey, bro, what's up?”
Xavier felt the gentle tap on his shoulder, and he blinked his eyes. He tilted his head, looked at his side, and he saw Nikolas peering at him in curiosity. He was momentarily lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten the fact that he was with his friend in an expensive club in the Metro, sharing some bottles of beer as his problem tortured him.
Nikolas snapped him back to reality. The booming music in the club filled his ears. Suddenly, his world became chaotic, just like his thoughts.
He didn’t like the way Nikolas peered at him with his inquisitive eyes. He happened to be one of his best buddies, but no, he wouldn’t tell him his dreaded problem.
He pressed his lips together as he remained mum. He didn't dare answer Nikolas’ question. Instead, he took another bottle of beer and drank it like a thirsty mammal, consuming the content in one, long shot.
“Looks like you have one hell of a problem there, brother,” Nikolas commented seriously. “You are not your usual self tonight. Did you have a squabble with Janine, or something like that? You know...” He shrugged his shoulders.
Damn! His muscles tensed as his friend reminded him of his nasty tiff with his girlfriend. How could Nikolas have a clue? Was he really that transparent? One of the things that he liked about his pal was that he could easily read his mind, but he hated it some other times. Just like now.
“Oh, come on, buddy,” Nikolas sounded as if he wouldn’t let the topic just slip away.
He sighed softly, then, gently nodded his head in confirmation. His eyes sparkled with animosity as he opened his lips to speak. “That bitch just dropped a bomb on me hours ago as if World War III is coming.”
“Why?”
Xavier swallowed hard. The monosyllabic question of Nikolas drilled inside him like a hammer, taunting his already bruised male ego. He sighed again. “Well…” his voice trailed off. He struggled to verbalize the embarrassing words at the tip of his tongue. Shit!
He was shy to confess his silly problem to his friend. He knew that Nikolas would just laugh at him. And if he would get unluckier, his struggle would be the subject of his friends’ annoying jokes for until God knows when! It was funny, alright, but not to him. And he wouldn’t want to be the subject of such a demeaning joke.
“Well? I’m waiting, Xavier,” Nikolas spoke after some time. His eyes became sharper as he waited for him to spill the beans out.
“Oh, never mind!” he answered in haste. He wasn’t ready yet to embarrass himself in front of his friend.
Nikolas shrugged his shoulders. “You know, Xavier, I don’t wana see you looking like this. You look miserable, man. What’s going on?”
Nikolas sounded really so sincere, but he wouldn’t buy that. His bloody ego was more important to him than to have a friend whom he could share his problem with.
“Maybe I can help you?” Nikolas continued to goad him to speak up. “You’re one of my best buddies, along with Kiehl, Tristan and Benjamin, Xavier. The five of us were like brothers already. We will always be here for each other, right? You know, I won’t hesitate helping you to the best of my abilities should you need so. I hope you know that, bud...”
What Nikolas said made a poke in his conscience. He knew that he was a friend, and that he could count on him. But he was suffering from something embarrassing, and it wouldn’t be easy for him to share it with his friends. “Thanks, bro, but this is just,” he shrugged his shoulders, “a petty problem, you know.” He pulled a laugh, but it was hollow.
“You won’t be affected like this if it’s not a big deal, Xavier. I know you.” But Nikolas did not buy his alibi.
Well, he should try harder, but convincing him wouldn’t be that easy, especially now that he couldn’t hide his frustration anymore. He pulled a sigh, harder this time around.
He called Nikolas after his explosive, but humiliating argument with Janine. It ended in a disaster. Right at that moment, Janine bade goodbye to him, and put an end to their relationship.
He was devastated. His sex goddess of a girlfriend ditched him in the most degrading way. His own body defied him after so many years. It was too much for him to bear.
He knew that he needed to go out and unwind. He had to find a way to momentarily forget about his ordeal, or else he might go mad. So he phoned his friend, Nikolas, and almost begged for him to be with him tonight as his drinking buddy. He was so mad at himself, and was frustrated at how things transpired that he needed a diversion and a form of escape.
He didn’t bother to disturb their other friends. As far as he knew, Kiehl got his own affairs, and so were Benjamin and Tristan. Tristan just got married and he was busy with his wife, Naya. Altesia also occupied most of Kiehl’s time. He knew that Nikolas was the only one among his peers who would be available for a drinking session tonight so he phoned him instead. He really had the urge to drink, to find an escape for a moment, so that he could stop worrying about his dreaded problem.
“I hate to think about it as a big problem, Nikolas,” he whispered carelessly, and toyed with the bottle of beer. “It really shouldn't be a problem in the first place.” But the words stung like a bug bite on his tongue. He looked at the ceiling and fumed.
“Now you got me, Xavier. Come on, spill it out,” Nikolas persuaded. “I know you, when you act like you don’t care, it means that it’s bothering you a lot.”
He was hit home with that. He just couldn’t lie to Nikolas.
Xavier took a sharp breath as he opened his lips. “You know the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned… in bed?” Finally, he spilled the beans out. Well, Nikolas got him cornered. He found himself confessing to him. Anyways, he needed an outlet, too, and an ear to listen to his foolish problem.
Nikolas’ eyebrows cocked in curiosity. “What have you been doing wrong, man?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I won’t believe it had it not slip from your own lips. You’re a ladies’ man. You know how to freaking play with a woman’s weakness. How come?”
How come? He shut his eyes hard, frustrated as ever. He pulled a jaded sigh and when he opened his eyes, he threw Nikolas a shaky glance. “That’s the problem, Nik. Janine was so pissed off I couldn’t give her big “O” anymore. It had been days and she got fed up.” It took him bucks of guts to finally spill the real deal to Nikolas.
Oh, please! Somebody could now shoot him to death.
Chapter 2
“Oh!” Nikolas gaped at him in disbelief. He couldn’t say a word. His friend just looked at him as if he’d grown two horns. Then, his eyes twinkled humorously, and his face cracked into a huge grin.
“Now, don’t fuckin’ laugh at me, you pig of a friend!” he squeaked in annoyance. But his friend, nevertheless, broke into humorous laughter. And he looked at Nikolas angrily, his eyes were screaming murder.
Xavier wanted to regret that he dared spilled his ridiculous problem. How he wished that the earth would crack open and eat him alive. This was embarrassing! No, not just embarrassing, but it was demeaning to his bloody masculinity!
He felt as if he wasn’t a man at the moment. He felt useless. But the fact that he knew Nikolas was a true friend somehow gave him comfort.
“You’re joking…” Nikolas retorted when he stopped laughing. His expression changed from amused to concerned. He looked as if his curiosity was piqued.
“Well, yeah, as much as I want to make it a bloody joke, hell, but it’s not! It’s true,” he hissed. He was very frustrated. He wanted to laugh at himself, too, to mock his bruised ego senseless, but it was the effing truth!
Nikolas drank his bottle of beer, but he almost choked up when he heard his intense confession. “Really?!” His reaction was priceless. “What happened?”
“I don’t know!” His reply was gruff. He really wanted to shout at his friend now. He was fully annoyed. “I don’t know what the hell happened. I ju
st woke up one morning without the usual morning erection, and then, the dilemma started right away. I can’t deliver anymore, Nikolas. Fuck!” he cussed colorfully; frustration was printed all over his face. He raked his fingers in his hair, ruffling the neatly-gelled tendrils.
Nikolas eyed him seriously. He looked as if he was contemplating. He wasn’t laughing anymore, and that made him heave a silent sigh of relief. He really didn’t like it when someone was laughing at him, just because his bloody dick couldn’t shag a chick anymore. That was very degrading, and he wasn’t used to it.
“Well, maybe you’re just stressed, bro. Too much stress can lessen our sex drive, they say. Why don’t you take a break?” Nikolas suggested after a pensive thought.
At last, his friend said something that makes sense. It made him weigh his situation.
He straightened his back and took a deep breath. “Maybe, Nik, but my schedule is not really loaded for the last few months. Actually, I’m taking a break from too much work. So this is kinda unexpected.”
“So there’s no stress from work?” Nikolas asked with a bit of skepticism.
“Yes,” he answered curtly. “But there’s one kind of pressure though, that’s been hounding me like a mad dog for a few months now. Mama is pressuring me to settle down and produce an heir. And it’s stressing me, really. I don’t wana get hitched yet, you know. But Mama is sick, and I’m not really an inconsiderate son. I want her to be happy for the remaining days of her life. Right now, I just wanted to indulge her wishes. We ran her to the hospital again three days ago when her blood sugar rose to a dangerous level. I am really worried. She’s losing a lot of weight. The doctor said that her health was hitting a high low. So I’m now thinking about settling down, and making babies so she’ll have grandchildren. But how can I do that with this absurd erectile dilemma that I have right now?”
“Tsk... tsk…” that was what Nikolas could only say. He became pensive as if he was seriously contemplating. “That’s really a problem, buddy,” he agreed after a moment of silence. “But your Mom is right. You’re not getting any younger. It’s time for you to look for a wife and have kids. Look at you. You’re now having a mid-life crisis.” He cracked up again, eyes twinkling in infuriating humor. “You know, why don’t you just marry Janine so you two can start raising a family?”