Billionaire's Cinderella: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Jenna Chase

  Billionaire's Cinderella

  (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

  By Jenna Chase & Jasmine Ella

  Text Copyright © 2016 Jenna Chase & Jasmine Ella

  This is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to any characters, settings, or situations are purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 1

  Bella

  A loud thud was heard from the inside of Mr. Raymond's office. I briskly moved from my desk to go knock on Mr. Raymond's door to see if anything was wrong.

  "Who is it?" he shouted in a much angrier tone than I had ever heard from him before.

  "It's me, Bella. Can I come in?"

  A deafening silence hung in the air. What was going on in there? Was Mr. Raymond alright?

  His silence worried me. I was just about to push the door open when Mr. Raymond opened it himself.

  "Come on in, Bella. Did you have something to tell me?"

  "No, not really. I just wanted to make sure you're okay in here. I heard a loud noise coming from your office earlier."

  Now that I was standing in his office, I could see that the culprit to the loud noise must have been the leather portfolio laying at my feet. He must have thrown it against the wall earlier. But why?

  I had been working as Mr. Raymond's executive assistant for two years now, and I had never known him to lose his temper easily. So whatever it was, it must have been really bad for my billionaire employer to have such a strong reaction to it.

  "It's my dad. As you might have heard from the news, he's been gravely ill lately."

  "Yes, I've heard, and I'm terribly sorry about that," I started to say.

  "Well, the fact that he's sick isn't even the worst of my problems. It's how he's thinking now that he's sick."

  I looked at Mr. Raymond in confusion, and he began to explain.

  "As my dad's only son, it's considered my job to make sure the family name lives on. And since I've never even seriously dated anyone before, my dad's afraid he won't live long enough to see that I successfully provide an heir to his name. Therefore, he's putting a ridiculous amount of pressure on me to get married and have a baby. In fact, I just got a call from one of his attorneys letting me know that I'll be written out of the will if I don't get married by the end of the month."

  "By the end of the month? That's crazy! How can he realistically expect you to get married in such a short amount of time?"

  "I don't know. Maybe you can call him up and ask for the both of us."

  "But do you think he'll actually go through with it? Because like you said, you're his only son. If he write you out of the will, he won't have another heir to give the inheritance to."

  "I might be his only son, but I'm not his only child. Apparently, my sister promised our dad she would give the baby in her belly our family name."

  "And her husband's okay with that?"

  "For all that money? Hell yeah, her husband's okay with it."

  "So what are you going to do, Mr. Raymond?"

  "I don't know yet. That's why I'm feeling so frustrated. You're my executive assistant. Do you have any idea?"

  "You could try a billionaire matchmaking service," I suggested.

  "Yeah, I guess I'll give that a try since I don't have any other idea right now. I still can't believe my dad's putting me through this, though. I've made millions of dollars for the company since he made me CEO. Yet now he's talking about taking everything away from me just because I didn't give him a grandchild in time. I never realized how powerless I was until today."

  "You're not powerless, Mr. Raymond. You're the most powerful man I know," I said not only to cheer him up but because it was the truth.

  He didn't look completely convinced by my words, so I continued on with what I knew to be true. "You're a brilliant man who's been wonderful at growing this company to where it's at today. You have an air of authority to you. When you speak, everyone stops to listen. And when you tell someone to do something, no one dares to say no."

  "What about you, Bella? Do you find it hard to resist me?" he asked with his eyes locked on mine.

  "Yes," I answered softly.

  "So even if I were to tell you to bend over my desk right now and hike up your skirt, you still wouldn't say no?" His eyes grew dark with lust as he closed the distance between us.

  My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't believe what he had just said to me.

  "Answer me, Bella. I want to hear your answer." His voice was authoritative and demanding. I knew I had to give him an answer soon.

  "No, Sir, I still wouldn't say no to you."

  "Prove it. Bend over my desk and hike up your skirt right now, Bella."

  I was shocked by his demand. Adrenaline rushed through my body so fast I could hardly think straight about the situation at hand. All I knew was that I wanted nothing more than to please Mr. Raymond. So I did as he said and walked right up to his desk.

  I kept my feet firmly planted on the ground while I rested my upper body on top of his desk. Then I reached behind to hike up my skirt, exposing my thong and my bare ass cheeks to my boss.

  Never before had I felt so vulnerable in my life. I had no idea what Mr. Raymond was thinking or what he planned on doing to me. Yet I didn't want to run or hide. I wanted to stay right where I was to experience whatever Mr. Raymond had in store for me.

  Behind me, I could hear the sound of Mr. Raymond's footsteps approaching. Excitement coursed through my veins as I waited in anticipation.

  A soft moan escaped my lips when his hands finally touched my body. He peeled the flimsy thong off of my bottom, making my already vulnerable position even more vulnerable than before.

  His hands caressed my ass. Softly at first, then rougher as he continued. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from yelping as he did so.

  Then when he slid his hand to the entrance of my pussy and inserted one finger after another, I struggled to bite back my lustful moans. He fucked me with his fingers over and over again. Each time, bringing me that much closer to the land of orgasmic bliss. And he didn't stop until I was cumming all over his fingers.

  Soon after he had withdrawn his fingers from my slick channel, I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping behind me. Then came the sound of his pants falling to the ground. And next thing I knew, the tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance.

  I couldn't believe it. Mr. Raymond really was going to fuck me. After years of fantasizing about him ravaging me in his office, he was now only moments away from fucking me right on his desk.

  "You can still put an end to this if you want to, Bella. Just say the words, and I'll stop right away."
r />   "No," I whimpered immediately. The thought of him stopping now was just too painful to bear. "I want it, Mr. Raymond."

  "What do you want?" he asked as he teased me mercilessly by rubbing against my entrance again and again.

  "I want you," I softly answered.

  "You want me to do what?"

  "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Raymond. I want your cock inside of me now." I was done with being coy. My need for him in that moment was too great for me to even care whether or not I sounded slutty by begging him for his cock.

  Luckily, he didn't make me beg any further. He slid inside my body and filled me like I had never been filled before. I held on tight to the edges of the mahogany desk as he started thrusting in and out.

  His balls slapped against my bare ass, making a lewd sound in the process. I briefly wondered if any of Mr. Raymond's other staff members could hear the sound and figure out that I was in here getting fucked by my boss.

  What would they say if they knew I really was in here bent over like a slut while Mr. Raymond pounded me from behind? Would they assume I was sleeping with the boss to further my career? Or would they think I was doing it for the love of money?

  Surely, no one would be able to guess the truth. And that was I willingly bent over Mr. Raymond's desk because I needed to feel him inside me at least once before he went and married someone else.

  No, I wasn't some cheap slut who couldn't resist a perfectly hard cock. I was a young executive assistant who was in love with her boss.

  The thought of him marrying someone else soon pained me immensely, but there was nothing I could do about it. He needed to marry to appease his dad, and I couldn't tell him to please marry me. Not only would that be incredibly awkward, but there was no way Mr. Raymond would agree to that.

  I was just a lowly executive assistant. Meanwhile, he was a billionaire and the CEO of a megacorporation. So this one-time sexual encounter with him was already more than I could have ever hoped for.

  Behind me, Mr. Raymond was getting closer and closer to cumming now. His grunting got louder as he pounded me harder and harder. I lost myself in the pleasurable sensations as he fucked me like a mad man.

  Then after a few more thrusts, both he and I came together. He collapsed momentarily on top of my body, and I enjoyed the intimacy of the moment.

  I would have loved to cuddle with him for a while longer. But he soon got up and got himself properly dressed again. I followed his lead and got off of his desk. Then I straightened my clothes and excused myself from his office. After all, I didn't want to stay there and wait for him to ask me to leave. That would have been way too painful for me to bear.

  Harry

  I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had fucked a staff member on my desk right in the middle of the work day. It was so fucking careless of me.

  Bella was the hottest woman I had ever met. From the moment I first laid my eyes on her, I got an instant boner. Still, I had denied myself the pleasure of fucking her because I didn't want to get involved with someone who worked for me. Not because I didn't think she was good enough for me, but because I considered it bad for business to have sex with someone from the office.

  So why was my cock inside of her tight pussy just now? Honestly, I wasn't thinking straight. The whole thing with my dad had me on edge. So I wasn't strong enough to push away the urge to ravish her luscious and curvy body.

  All my life, I had always been the type of guy in need of control. That was why I didn't have any problems when stepping into the role of CEO years ago. Now suddenly, my dad was telling me what to do with my life, and he was threatening to take away my position at the company if I didn't do as he wanted. It all made me feel so frustrated and powerless.

  Then Bella walked into my office, looking fucking delicious as always. She sympathetically listened as I vented, and she knew to say all the right things. She told me I was the most powerful man she knew and that she could never resist me. Yet in that moment, the total opposite was true. I had lost all sense of control around her, and I could no longer resist my need to have her.

  Sliding my cock inside her tight entrance earlier felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Her body was so responsive to mine, and I loved the way she whimpered and moaned. Still, as amazing as it was to fuck her, I couldn't let it happen again. I had enough going on right now with my dad pressuring me to settle down. The last thing I needed was to start falling for a woman I wasn't supposed to be fucking in the first place.

  Chapter 2

  Bella

  When I showed up at work the next morning, Mr. Raymond was back to acting completely professional with me. It was as if the sex we had in his office never even existed. In fact, had it not been for the fact that I was still sore from him pounding me so hard yesterday, I would have believed it was all just another one of my naughty dreams.

  In some ways, I wished it had been a dream. Because now every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but remember the way his eyes filled with lust upon ordering me to bend over his desk. Nor could I forget the grunting noises he made as he drilled my body again and again.

  Get over it, Bella. He has already forgotten about you. Plus, he's going to marry someone soon. So just appreciate the memory of it all and move on.

  The rational part of my brain was right. I did need to move on. Before long, there would be a Mrs. Raymond in his life, and it wasn't going to be me. So I might as well accept it and concentrate on my work instead.

  As if on cue, Mr. Raymond called me into his office to give me some work to do right after I had finished giving myself a pep talk about focusing more on work.

  "Bella, I need you to follow-up on the idea you proposed to me yesterday in my office."

  My mind went completely blank. Did I propose something in his office yesterday? All I could remember saying was that I wanted his cock inside of me now.

  "Sorry, Sir, I can't remember what it was that I had said. Can you please help me refresh my memory?"

  "You came up with the idea for me to use a billionaire matchmaking service. So I would appreciate it if you could go ahead and make the phone call to have it all arranged."

  "Yes, Sir. I'll go make the call now," I said as I headed back to my workstation right outside his door.

  I went online to search for a billionaire matchmaking service with stellar reviews from past clients. Once I found one that sounded legit, I dialed their number to speak to a representative there.

  After talking to the representative about Mr. Raymond's need for a wife, it was decided that a party would be held to help Mr. Raymond find the perfect woman to wed. At the party, Mr. Raymond would meet about a dozen women whom the people from the matchmaking service considered to be a good match for my boss.

  Mr. Raymond would have the opportunity to talk with each of the women there. Then by the end of the party, he would select three of the women to meet again for individual dates at a later time. After the individual dates, he should have a pretty good idea of who he would want to date exclusively. From there, it shouldn't take long for wedding bells to start ringing.

  According to the matchmaker, if everything went well, my boss could be married in as little as a week from now.

  Since it was currently my job to help Mr. Raymond get married as soon as possible, I should have been happy to hear how quick the process was for him to find a wife. Yet the truth was that I was feeling miserable inside.

  I dreaded the thought of him belonging to someone else. Because that meant I could never share a moment of passion with him again. But why was I even thinking this? I shouldn't have sex with him again no matter what.

  Mr. Raymond was my boss. It was unprofessional for me to have sex with him, especially while at work. Also, being intimate with him again would make me vulnerable to getting hurt. Because even before I had sex with him, I was already in love with him. And now that I knew we had such great sexual chemistry with each other, I found myself even crazier about him.

  But f
or Mr. Raymond, yesterday was nothing more than just sex. That was made clear by the way he acted like it never even happened. So for me to have sex with him again would be a very bad idea. Because while I would find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, he wouldn't feel much of anything for me at all. And while I wished I could say that wouldn't bother me much, the truth was that it would totally devastate me.

  So for my own emotional well-being, I needed to make sure things stayed professional between Mr. Raymond and me. That meant not having sex with him in his office or anywhere else ever again.

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  Harry

  I walked into the ballroom, still not believing this was actually happening. Was I really expected to find my future wife amongst the dozen or so women here tonight?

  As I looked around the room, I must admit there were some fairly attractive women in the mix. However, none of them truly caught my eye. At least, not in the way Bella had caught my attention the first time she walked into my office to be my executive assistant.

  The matchmaker saw me approaching and was quick to greet me. She then introduced me to all the women in attendance at the party before leaving me to mingle with them all.

  The women swarmed around me. They were all competing with each other for my undivided attention.

  As I talked to the women, I couldn't help but wonder what they were even doing here? Were they seriously looking for love? Or were they just looking for a rich man to take care of them for the rest of their lives?

  I definitely wouldn't mind spoiling my woman with everything money could buy. However, I didn't want my future wife to think of me as nothing more than a living, breathing ATM machine.

  I wanted a woman who would gladly be with me whether I had a billion dollars in my bank account or just a few dollars stashed away under the mattress. Basically, what I really wanted was to find true love. But as I made my way around the room, talking to all the different women in attendance at the party, I became quite certain that my true love wouldn't be found here tonight.