Making Her Mine: A Secret Billionaire Romance

by Mia Mills

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Table of Contents

  Making Her Mine

  Dedication

  Description

  Also By Mia Mills

  Table of Contents Instructions

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Bossy Brothers

  Bossy Brokers

  Bossy x4

  Making Her Mine

  By Mia Mills

  Copyright 2018 by Orion Press Group

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Dedication

  To Dane

  Description

  We all have secrets.

  Including desires we aren't sure we can share.

  But it won't be a mystery to her that I want her...

  Also By Mia Mills

  Bossy Brothers

  Bossy Brokers

  Bossy x4

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  Chapter 1

  Mariah

  Three…Two…One.

  I count down the remaining seconds while looking at my wristwatch as the time says 8 o’clock as the ski resort manager finally flips the yellow placard sign that is hanging on the door from closed to open. The line of the people waiting outside the resort impatiently looking at their wristwatch constantly. The way the line looks is like the long lines for a blockbuster movie showing on its premiere night.

  Almost every guest belong to the upper-class since it’s noticeable from the way they speak and the way they dress. I can’t blame them for being impatient since getting accommodation on such in times like this is very difficult because it’s the only time everyone gets to enjoy the snow and their vacations.

  It’s been like this for a whole week now, people choose to come here with their families or with their group of friends to enjoy the snowy mountains and do fun activities in the snow. Some choose to just to stay at the resort just to relax and enjoy the view.

  It’s the time of the year that most people in the world anticipate for the whole year. The holidays are where lots of people are going to different shops trying to look for gifts for their loved ones, some are preparing their meals as early as now, and some chooses to go out and spend time with their families during a long break.

  Christmas.

  I can’t believe there’s only one week left before Christmas! One more week until I send gifts to my loved ones, which reminds me that I should be checking my Christmas wish lists so I will not end up stuck in confusion and to save time shopping. Going on shopping is not fun in crowded places especially over the holidays. I never want and never will be in a Christmas rush since it will make me look irresponsible and I do not fancy fighting with people over a small-sized fruitcake or a discounted item, because that is just plain ridiculous.

  I take a cup of coffee with me as I quickly prop the door open and walk out of the supply shack as the winter breeze gently blows on my skin which makes the hair on my arms raise up. I may be wearing three pairs of clothing underneath and a thick winter jacket, but it’s no match for the coldness of the air.

  My eyes scan all over the mountains like a hawk as I take a deep breath, enjoying the cold breeze. The thick snow is covering almost everything, and nothing is an exception. Drops of snow are still falling down from the gray skies which almost covers the sun, preventing it from rising up the tall mountains.

  I place my coffee mug on a table and start to go down the wooden stairs for me to enjoy the view. I look up to the sky and close my eyes, feeling the snow gently fall down on my cheeks. I don’t seem to understand why other people may not even enjoy winter, but as for me, I do, and I have been in love with it since I was little.

  I love doing all sorts of activities in this cold weather such as having a snowball fight. If anyone asks me what is my most favorite thing to do in the snow?

  My answer will always be the same thing every year, and that is skiing. I’ve always love skiing since childhood. Going to ski resorts like here in Royal Peaks—which is the best place to stay during winter season, makes me feel nostalgic about the memories I have here and working here for a long time

  Figure-skating has been taking over half of the years of my existence, and I still am trying to continue to practice that nowadays.

  I take a seat on the wooden stairs and take a sip of my coffee as I try to relax my legs. I think they need a break from standing for a long period of time since I’m a ski instructor in this lovely place. I’m glad to be able to work here, where I am getting paid while doing the things I love the most. That and I just fell in love right away with this place.

  But of course, every wish has its own catch.

  With the perfect sight, I get to see every day, the perfect atmosphere to work that I get to enjoy more than a normal person does, good people to work with. What more can I wish for?

  A vacation.

  That’s right, it seems like every Christmas season when a regular workers get to enjoy doing whatever they want to do. I mean, I like and enjoy instructing these lovely people how to ski as well, but I also need a break for myself.

  During the holiday season, I am always working my ass off here in the ski resort. It is pretty much different from what I remember this place, or maybe I was just too young to remember. But the people used to just relax and enjoy skiing even if they didn’t know how to unlike now when almost everyone just does it to just post pictures of themselves faking to be a ski professional in Facebook and Instagram just to gain a lot of friends and followers. I bet half of their “friends” are act
ual strangers in real life.

  I sometimes get bored of just watching people skiing for a few minutes, takes a picture of themselves and use their phones whereas they should be out here enjoying the holiday season in style.

  Sometimes it gets funny and exciting as well since most first-time skiers get to roll down the mountains covering themselves in thick snow. I know this is supposed to be alarming for all of us, but I think their stupidity leads them to accidents since they want to film themselves and post it to YouTube to get so many viewers and likes.

  I get that the view is nice, but doing something stupid can lead to serious injuries. Don’t judge me, I’ll do the usual protocols and tell them the do’s and don’t’s, but some are just begging to get fractured.

  I guess that’s why I like this place before than now since, in my memory, people used to do stuff out of enjoying the moment for themselves rather than pleasing other people or boasting whatever they have and can do.

  I suddenly feel sad that those memories will remain that way and it can never come back to life. When I get chance of having a good amount of time for myself, I will just put on my skating shoes and enjoy for the whole day because I still want to do that and it doesn’t change what I want since I was a little girl.

  I still aspire to become a figure skater one day. I’m actually happy that I still get to live that dream, but somehow it’s not enough for me, and I believe that I should not stop living my dream. I also want to inspire children who dream to become a famous figure skater and maybe teach them a thing or two, just like how my instructor did when I was young.

  The thing is, the only time that I get to have a break is during summer, and it’s for obvious reasons that the blazing sun melts the snow as fast as it can and no one can ski without the ice. My parents would always ask me to clear my holiday schedule just for once and spend Christmas with them.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and all, but it just doesn’t work that way. I have good reasons not to, since there are a lot of people who need me during holidays, and the thing is, I can’t let a moment pass on my work since I actually enjoy it which is a privilege.

  My thoughts suddenly disappear when I hear the wooden door opens and my good friend Khloe, taps my shoulder as I look back at her as an impulse. From the way she stares at me, I know what she’s gonna say next, but I rather not engage her.

  “Coffee?” I calmly say as I extend my arm bringing the coffee mug closer to Khloe.

  “No, thanks. I had a lot this morning.” She sighs as she rolls her eyes.

  I laugh and take another sip from my big blue mug.

  “What’s up Khloe?” I chuckle.

  “I don’t want to interrupt your free time, but the Philips family is looking for you.”

  “Oh, you call this a free time?” I say trying to be sarcastic.

  “Hm, I think so?” She replies.

  That’s what I like about Khloe, she always rides whatever I am trying to say.

  “Can’t you just entertain them for a bit?” I say flashing my big eyes on her.

  “I’m sorry, and I always do my best, my friend. But they really want to see you. Plus, this isn’t the first time they requested you to be with them this week.” She says getting a bit serious.

  “Yeah, I know. Fine, I’ll go.” I tilt my coffee mug, downing it all like a glass of water.

  I manage to get up and go back inside, and the Philips family is waiting for me to accommodate them. I take a deep breath and flash my smile.

  Yep. That’s how I enjoy my “free time” for today, at least I have one.

  Chapter 2

  Sean

  The butler opens the door for me and this girl I met at the resort tonight, as we enter in my very own villa. She won’t stop kissing me, and frankly, it’s annoying. I get easily bored of girls that are easy.

  Yes, she’s very attractive, and I bet she’s a model or a small-time actress. Her curly blonde hair in a high ponytail, luminous eyes that are bluer than the sky, skin as white as the blankets of snow covering the mountains, her visible cleavage peeking on her chest, and her long and slim legs that I want to spread wide apart are all proof of that.

  She may be attractive to others, but she still is no match for my good looks and not to mention—my level in the society.

  “Shall I get you something, sir?” The butler politely asks as he waits in front of me, being all prim and proper.

  “What do you want to have?” I ask the blonde girl I am with—honestly at this point, I don’t even bother remembering her name.

  “A beer…more beer.” She says while hiccupping, barely making words out of her mouth.

  I look at the butler and he nods, getting what we want tonight and he disappears into the room.

  “Let’s go upstairs.” I whisper in the blonde girl’s ear as I lift her to her knees as we ascend on the grand staircase.

  She squeals like a squirrel, and her cheeks turn red as I approach my bedroom. I quickly open the door of my room and throw her on my soft bed that has a queen-sized mattress. I immediately throw myself on top of her and aggressively kisses her lips and wrestles with her wet tongue.

  She rolls to her side, and before I know it, she’s already on top of me, dry humping on my crotch. Without saying anything, she swiftly goes down on my hip area, slides down my jeans and boxers out of my legs.

  My dick springs freely out of my boxers, and the blonde girl immediately puts it in her mouth, sucking it like there’s no tomorrow. I’ll admit, the way she acts is sexy as hell, but somehow, to be honest, the way she sucks my dick is not that great. She is closing her eyes all the time as she jerks me off with her wet mouth.

  I suddenly have the urge to turn my head to the glass windows, and a picturesque view of the snow continually falling down the sky greets me. I didn’t even notice that since I was busy sucking on this girl’s mouth inside my limo earlier. The snow keeps on covering the mountains nonstop starting this week.

  What day is it?

  It feels useless to actually track for it now, but suddenly I grew all curious about the time and the day. Yes, her blowjob’s that bad.

  I look down at Blondie, who is busy sucking on my cock with all her eyes closed shut. I take this opportunity to grab my phone on the bedside table and trace my pointing finger across the screen, unlocking my phone.

  Holy shit. There’s only one week left before Christmas? Fuck. How does time fly so fast?

  I slowly slide back my phone on my bedside table. I look down at the girl who is now staring at me suspiciously.

  “What are you doing, Sean?” She asks while raising her eyebrow out of confusion.

  Out of shock that I got caught red-handed, I immediately grab her and push my big cock into her mouth on which she continues to suck, and I start to let out fake moans.

  What do you want me to do? You’re so dull as fuck.

  I look towards the glass window once more, and this time, I continually check her out whether she’s looking towards me and thankfully, she is not. My mind wanders if other guys are getting to fuck their girls at the same moment.

  I’m sure I am not the only one who is experiencing this now, knowing that the mountains of Utah are fucking huge, so huge that a single person can get lost. Though I should stop that from happening, especially I own Eagle Point. Yes, I own this mountain.

  Quite frankly, Eagle Point is the best point among all the mountains surrounding the area. I own the best and most popular ski resort in the place, Royal Peaks. Every winter, the people choose to ski here since the resort itself is lavish and luxurious.

  The people who work there are very accommodating. I guess my mother is really doing a great job in keeping our business very stable. This place is close to my parents’ hearts since they both are skiing gold-medallist and I’m very proud that they’re world-renowned, just not proud of the lives they lived. But that’s a story for another time.

  Working in the cold mountains of Utah is annoying as fuck, and
it only gets exciting when I pick up girls to fuck them and keep me warm during the Winter. I have no idea why, to be honest, but maybe it’s because people are extra horny and so they’ll want to cozy up to this ridiculously freezing temperature.

  It must also be because it’s vacation time for everyone so might as well just choose to have sex. There’s not much to do but go sightseeing and go skiing with someone.

  I don’t get my parents when they say that they really love this place. I mean, what is very exciting about snow? It’s just bits of ice covering my feet, and it gets dangerous if the cleaners do not get rid of them during the summer.

  “Are you coming, baby?” The blonde girl asks as she jerks me off as fast as she can.

  “Yes, baby. Suck my cock harder in your fucking mouth.” I push the back of her head, making my dick reach the back of her throat.

  I actually feel that I’m about to come any time now. I protrude my hips and pushes my dick deeper into her wet mouth aggressively.

  “I’m coming!” I tilt my head as I release my hot cum into her mouth and that’s the only time I feel good.

  The blonde girl smirks and slowly climbs up on me to reach for a kiss. I turn my head to my side avoiding her mouth, which makes her draw back and raise her thin eyebrow.

  “Why you don’t want to kiss me, Sean? Don’t you enjoy this moment with me?” She teases me even more by whispering in my ear.

  “No,” I reply coldly being an honest guy I am.

  “W-what?” She says with confusion on her tone.

  “I am saying no, I don’t enjoy being with you. I can’t even remember your name.” I take off my shirt as I turn my back against her, preparing to give my skin a favor by having a warm bath.

  “But Sean…I love you.” She wraps her arms around me from behind.

  I grab her wrists and swipe them away from me. I don’t want to be with this girl anymore, is she really that dense that she can’t understand that what we have is just a one-time thing?