Once Upon a Billionaire

by Jessica Clare

  “And because I could tie a bow tie.”

  “That, too.” A hint of a smile flashed on his face and then he reached for his collar and tugged at it uncomfortably. “And after a few days of spending time with you, my initial dislike changed.”

  “To hate?”

  “No,” he said very softly. “I saw that the terrible clothes you wore hid a very large heart and a woman determined to do what was best for her family, even if it wasn’t what was best for her. And I saw a woman who was completely out of her depth but went out of her way to make everyone around her comfortable and happy, from the staff in the kitchens, to the hotel workers, to photographers and drivers. To me, when I didn’t deserve it. You were nice to everyone, Maylee. And you were genuinely delighted to be on the trip, even though I was treating you like you didn’t deserve to be there. And you took all of my abuse because you knew the money would help your family, but I think you also took it because you are a genuinely nice person, no matter how much I tried to beat it out of you.”

  She said nothing, simply scuffed her shoe and stared down at it so he wouldn’t see the tears welling in her eyes.

  “And no matter how much I tried to change you, that remained the same, Maylee. That you had an unfettered joy in life and all the people who surround you, and it made me realize that I needed some of that joy in my life, too. And it didn’t matter how you were dressed. Not anymore. In fact, when I kept changing your clothes and your hair, I kept feeling vaguely unsatisfied with the results, and now I know why.”

  “Oh?” She shifted, arms crossed over her chest protectively. She felt a little uneasy at his words. Was he setting her up for another fall?

  To her surprise, he leaned forward and touched the curls brushing her shoulders. “I love these ridiculous curls of yours, Maylee. To me, they embody everything about you—they’re a bit wild and carefree, but they’re so full of light and sunshine that you can’t help but cherish the sight of them. They’re untamed, and they should always be so.”

  His hand in her hair was distracting her, as were his words. She trembled. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying I love your frizzy hair. I love your slow, drawling voice and how you want to go do your faith healing on everyone you meet. I love that you listen to me ramble about my digs and never tell me that I’m boring you. I love that you never ask me about my money, or if you can spend time with the royal family, and I know that it’s because those things don’t matter to you nearly as much as I do. That I’m a person to you, not just a title or a wallet. And that’s something that I’ve never been to anyone in Bellissime.” Behind his glasses, Griffin’s eyes were serious. “And that’s why I’m falling in love with you.”

  And he extended his hand back out to her. This hand is the property of Maylee.

  She stared at it, thinking. Then she looked up at him.

  Griffin stood in front of her, utterly stiff. His collar was askew from tugging on it, and he looked incredibly uncomfortable.

  She didn’t take his hand. She didn’t know if she was ready for that.

  He seemed to realize this, too. Slowly, it curled up and he dropped it to his side. “It’s funny,” he said in a soft voice. “When you’re a member of the royal family, you don’t expect to have to work for anyone’s affection. It’s a given that it will automatically be granted. I’ve never had to work at convincing anyone to like me before. I . . . I’m not very good at it.” He sounded disgusted with himself. “And I wish I knew the right thing to say—or do—to convince you of my sincerity.”

  For some reason, that rueful confession convinced her more than his declaration of love. Maylee looked up at him and gave him a faint smile. “Would you kiss the dog?”

  “I beg your pardon?” He tilted his head, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

  “My hound, Bubba. Would you kiss him to prove to me that you love me?”

  He inclined his head at her, oh so gracefully. “If I must.”

  She put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Bubba!”

  The dog galloped out of the trailer and toward her, all flying ears, cheeks, and ropes of slobber. He stopped in front of her and she knelt to rub him with affection. “Hello, Bubba,” she cooed. “This man is going to give you a nice kiss, okay, boy?”

  “He’s quite a . . . leaky fellow.”

  She giggled at that. “He’s a hound. They tend to drool.”

  “So I see.”

  And to her surprise, he bent down and kissed the top of the dog’s head. Then, he straightened with a grimace. “I’d rather be kissing you.”

  “I see that.” Lordamercy, she should be given a medal for managing to contain her laughter.

  “Am I forgiven?”

  “I haven’t decided. I might need you to kiss a chicken next.”

  He looked resigned. “How does one even kiss a chicken?”

  “Very carefully,” she said, and got to her feet, dusting her hands off on her jeans. “You’d do that for me?”

  “If that’s what it takes to convince you of my earnestness, I shall kiss every bit of fowl you place in front of me.” His tone was so austere and sincere.

  Her giggles escaped. “Why can’t I stay mad at you?”

  “Because a man who kisses a slobbery dog simply to make his woman smile is a pathetic figure indeed?” He attempted to put a smile in his voice, but his face remained somber. “Maylee, I’m so sorry I hurt your feelings. I truly am awful at showing affection properly, especially when I’m at home and everyone expects me to act like one of the royal family, even though I’m no longer in line for the throne. It’s like I’m brainwashed into seeing nothing but how the royal family thinks things should be. But Alex broke the mold, and I can, too.” He reached out and touched her hand. “I can assure you that I never, ever encouraged Saxe-Gallia or anyone else. That was simply tabloids making up rubbish to sell papers.”

  Griffin’s words were so fervent that she knew they were the truth. No matter her wounded feelings, she had to stop and think rationally. The man had grown up with a cold mother and father. How could she expect him to be wildly affectionate in a family who didn’t seem to know the meaning? Even Alex was reserved around Luke, and he was her fiancé.

  Actually, she supposed that Luke and Alex were married now. Poor Luke—he’d married into a family of stiff-necked royals. Maylee smiled at that.

  At her smile, Griffin seemed to relax a little. His eyes brightened. “Please tell me you don’t hate me anymore.”

  “I don’t hate you anymore,” she agreed, and took his hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze.

  Griffin looked a little disgruntled at that. “I rather hoped I’d be showered with kisses upon my declaration of love.”

  She laughed at his disgusted tone. “I thought you royals didn’t like shows of affection?”

  “I’d be willing to soldier through for your sake.”

  Maylee snorted.

  “Come back with me,” he said softly, and tugged her closer to him. “Let me show you my home in New York City and how dull and boring of a bachelor I am.”

  “Are you a boring bachelor?”

  “I am. My townhouse is full of books and dust and not a single thing to entice a woman at all.” Griffin gave her a rueful look. “And I can lure you with promises of conversation about ancient civilizations up until the early hours of the morning.”

  She pretended to consider this. “Can I bring my knitting?”

  “Absolutely. I would recommend you have something at hand to keep you busy while I bore you to death.”

  “You’re never boring,” she said softly, and her gaze flicked to his mouth. “Not to me.”

  “That’s why you’re perfect.” He pulled her in closer, his mouth angling toward hers.

  Maylee pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping him before he could kiss her. “So . . . now what? I’ve forgiven you, but I left New York. It’s hard to get a job there for a girl like me.”

 
; “You’ll come live with me,” he said immediately. “I don’t want you to work. I want you at my side every day.”

  She shook her head. “And be dependent on you for everything? No.”

  “Then be my equerry. My assistant. My body servant.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her at the last sentence.

  She snorted again and shook her head. “You have an assistant.”

  “Yes, and he’s never cut my meat for me once.” He gave her a soulful look full of pleading. “Say you’ll return with me. I can always use another assistant. I seem to recall someone telling me how incredibly helpless I was.”

  “You are rather helpless,” she admitted, fingering one of the medals on his coat that had flipped over. “Do all your assistants live with you?”

  “Kip does,” Griffin admitted. “My first act will be to boot him to a neighboring townhouse.”

  “And me?”

  “I want you in my home.”

  “Until we break up? And then what do I do?” She shook her head. “It’s too risky.”

  “I will pay you a hundred thousand dollars a year to be a completely terrible assistant to me. And I will sign a contract stating that if we do break up, I will grant you another hundred thousand dollars as severance pay. I don’t want you to worry about money when you’re with me.”

  The money made her eyes widen, but she shook her head. “I feel like you’re trying to buy my affection.”

  “If that’s the only way I can get it, then that is what I’ll take.” His arms tightened around her. “Maylee, please. Come back to me.” He wagged his eyebrows in an obvious fashion. “I have an entire bag of purloined hotel soaps and shampoos with your name on them.”

  She smiled, but still hesitated.

  The look in his eyes became intense. “Please. I need you.”

  It was those three little words that decided her. I need you. How long had she waited for him to admit such a thing? “I’ll let you hire me . . . on one condition.”

  “Anything.”

  “I’m only going to be your employee until I can trust you not to break my heart again.” She gave him a small, trembling smile. “When I’m comfortable with you again, I’ll quit because I know I can trust you, and I don’t want things between us to be about money.”

  “Done. All done. Whatever you want, done.”

  “Then I guess you have another assistant,” she breathed, and leaned in.

  He kissed her so fiercely that her toes curled, and she clung to his thick woolen coat. His tongue slicked against her own in a possessive dance, and Maylee was left gasping and breathless when he released her.

  “I guess I’d better tell Mama and them that I’m moving back to New York City.”

  “Good,” said Griffin, just as breathless as her. His gaze devoured her. “Very good.”

  ***

  A few hours later, Maylee had kissed her Mama, her Nana, her Pepaw and her sisters, packed her small bag, and leashed Bubba, and they were heading to New York City. Griffin had agreed to let her bring her dog, even though it was clear he wasn’t sure what to do around the animal. Maylee wondered if he’d ever had a pet, and then she thought of the queen with her big, fluffy cats, and tried to picture a grimly resolute Griffin petting one, and giggled to herself all the way to the airport.

  Once they were back on his jet, Kip took Bubba’s leash and sat at the front of the plane with a drink and a magazine. “I’ll be here in case you need me,” the valet said in a dry voice. “With headphones on.”

  That was an odd thing to say, Maylee thought as she held Griffin’s hand and headed to the back seats on the plane. “Why would he tell us that?”

  Griffin sat in one large leather seat, and then pulled her down into his lap. “He thinks we’re going to have a make-out session in the back of the plane, I suppose.” He dragged his arms around her and pulled her closer, running his hands along her back and thigh as if he couldn’t get enough of touching her.

  She pulled off his glasses and tossed them into a nearby empty seat. Then, she leaned in and took Griffin’s lower lip between her teeth, biting it lightly and enjoying the shiver she felt rock through his body. “Then I suppose we shouldn’t disappoint him?”

  Griffin’s groan of response was deliciously gratifying to hear. “There is a room in the back of the plane.”

  “Does it have condoms?”

  He groaned again. “I hope to God that it does.”

  “Let’s go check it out,” she murmured against his mouth, and then slid out of his lap. She sashayed the few feet to the back of the plane and opened the door, knowing Griffin’s eyes were on her every step of the way.

  The bedroom at the back of the plane was just as she remembered it. There was a full-size bed on the one side and a mirror on the wall behind it. On the other side of the small room was a desk with a chair, and a door that led to the bathroom.

  She headed for the bathroom and heard Griffin shut the door to the room and lock it behind them. Inside the bathroom, there were a number of toiletries, but the thing that interested her the most was the box of condoms under the sink. It looked like the box she’d purchased in Bellissime, and she turned and held it out to Griffin. “You kept these?”

  “How could I not? The driver was giving me such dirty looks for breaking your heart that I took them as a badge of shame.” He grimaced at the thought.

  She laughed again. “I’m glad you feel bad about that, because I felt worse.”

  He pulled her against him again and nuzzled her neck. “You should know you’re the only one for me.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to believe his words—oh, she did—but she’d been stomped on and hurt too many times by his careless words to believe him wholeheartedly. So for now, she trusted and hoped.

  Maylee’s fingers stole to Griffin’s hair—soft, shining, and messy. “This is a different look for you.”

  “Kip did not approve,” he murmured against her neck. “But Kip is not the one who likes to run his fingers through my hair.”

  “I’m glad for that,” she said with another laugh, and scratched at his scalp.

  He groaned. “Dear God, that feels good.”

  She shushed him with a giggle. “You’re going to have to be quieter if you don’t want Kip listening in.”

  He stiffened, shooting an anxious look back toward the front cabin. “I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with him sitting right out there—”

  She gave him a mock pout, and her hand slid down to the front of his slacks. “I grew up in a trailer. I think if anyone knows how to be quiet when making out, it’s me.”

  He frowned back at her. “Who exactly were you making out with—”

  “Boys,” she said. And then she kissed him to shut him up.

  And he kissed her back. Oh, she loved kissing him so much. No one kissed quite like Griffin. There was an unadulterated hunger to his mouth, as if he feared everything would be ripped away in the next instant and so he had to devour her while he could. She loved that singular intensity of him and suspected he’d be like that in bed, too.

  She couldn’t wait to find out. Her hand rubbed at his cock again, feeling the thick length of it under her fingers. “Now,” she murmured, stroking him when she paused. “Did you want to make out back here with your new assistant? Because she’s a pretty demanding sort.”

  His eyes were glazed with passion. “Oh?”

  “Very. . . .” Stroke. “Demanding . . .” Stroke.

  He groaned again, this time louder, and she kissed his mouth to quiet him, pleased by the fact that her tightly controlled man was not quite so controlled in the bedroom.

  “Want to know what I demand?” Maylee asked.

  He nodded, unable to form words.

  “Your tongue . . .” Stroke. “All over my body.” Stroke. “And then I’ll do the same to you.” Stroke. “How does that sound?”

  “Incredible,” he breathed, his dazed expression warming her heart.

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��Then let’s go check out that bed, shall we?” And she reluctantly slid her hand away from his cock and left the tiny bathroom.

  He followed her out, his hand touching her back, her arm, as if reluctant to let her leave him for one moment. And that was rather gratifying and sweet, all at once. She felt a surge of affection for him—this lonely, isolated man who didn’t know how to ask for affection, but basked in her attentions.

  She’d be careful with his heart. Maylee turned around to give Griffin a sweet smile and to tell him how much she cared for him.

  But his mouth landed on hers, his hand at her neck, holding her close, and she forgot all about being careful with anyone or anything. His desire devoured her own, and when the kiss deepened, Maylee’s knees got weak. She’d never been quite so affected by a kiss as she had by his. Her hands clawed at his clothing, and she felt a sudden desperate need to feel his skin against hers. “Clothes off,” she panted.

  “You first,” he told her. “You said you wanted my tongue all over your body and I aim to comply. Now, get naked for me.”

  A shiver moved over her and she nodded, pulling at her T-shirt. So much for staying in control. He’d quickly taken over again and she’d willingly given up control to him. With a quick movement, she tugged her shirt over her head, and then undid her jeans, slipping out of them and kicking them aside. Then she stood before him in nothing but an old bra and panties that had both seen better days.

  She grimaced, imagining how it must look to his eyes. “I left all the clothes you bought for me back at the hotel. All I have is this old stuff—”

  “You’re beautiful,” he told her softly, and kissed her mouth with infinite tenderness. “Even if you wore rags, you would be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Before you, I never found camouflage erotic, and now I get a cockstand at the sight.”

  Tears pricked her eyes and she gave him a soft smile. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”

  “I’m in your pants,” he told her. “But I mean what I say. I love you, Maylee Meriweather, and to me, you are the most wondrous creature I have ever seen.”