A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (16 page)

As I clenched his hard cock tighter, he grunted and it throbbed deep inside me. Immediately, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was passionate, salty, and perfect in every way. Slowly, he pulled out of me. I watched his naked ass as he walked to the bathroom. I stayed nestled on the couch, sunk into it comfortably. Is he going to go back to being a normal geek now?

He smiled when he came back into the room. Still naked, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It wasn’t the largest I’d ever seen and certainly not the smallest, but he was a master at using what he’d been given at birth. Or was it the friendship foundation we’d built up over the course of a month? I couldn’t crack the mystery. As he sat on the couch next to me, I didn’t care.

“That was incredible,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

Surprisingly, he gently slapped my bare ass with the palm of his hand after I stood up. I whirled around, my eyes wide. The smile on his face looked like it was etched permanently into his features. In his bathroom, I cleaned up and checked his medicine cabinet for anything weird. I didn’t find anything and went back into the living room.

Part of me wanted to smoke a nice joint or have a glass of wine. When I looked at Thurston, I wondered if he’d ever smoked or drank before. I’d never met anyone his age who didn’t have a beer every now and then at least. I settled down on the couch next to him. We were both still naked, but it didn’t seem bad or wrong, which was a bit odd for me.

“I can’t believe you don’t even drink wine,” I said.

“Never even tried it.”

“What?” I looked at him in shock. “You’ve never had alcohol at all?” He shook his head from side to side. “And not even a few tokes of weed?”

“No, I never got into it.”

“Weird.”

“I guess.”

“I didn’t mean in a bad way.” I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. “This is one of my best birthdays ever, and I’m going to actually remember it in the morning.”

“That’s a good thing.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t so sure if it was really good for him not to have tried alcohol or pot at least once. As we cuddled and enjoyed the afterglow, I thought about whether or not I should try to introduce him to some of the drug induced pleasures in life – because I cared about him and wanted the best for him. We hadn’t talked about official titles for our relationship, but I was sure we were on the same page.

Six

Nikki Finds the Love

Three months after making mind bending love with Thurston for the first time, I was beginning to have second thoughts about our relationship. We lived together, which was nice sometimes, but he was way too domestic for me. I sat alone on a barstool around the corner from our shared apartment. After working with him all day, I needed a break before spending all night with him.

When he told me he didn’t drink or smoke pot, I thought it was a good thing. I never realized how absolutely fucking boring it would be. At twenty-two years of age, I wanted to party and have fun a little longer. It wasn’t the right time for me to settle down. What the hell was I thinking when I got into a relationship with this guy instead of going to California?

“Another?” the bartender asked.

“Yes. Please.”

He poured me another half glass of red wine then walked away. I came in so often during the week, the owner had given me a tab. Thurston was too nice and sweet. Is that even a thing? My mind was muddled. I craved smoking a joint, but I didn’t have any connections in Fort Wayne. In many ways, I was trapped. You trapped yourself, silly girl.

I drank my third glass quickly. When it was gone, I reluctantly got to my feet. Back at the apartment, Thurston met me with a smile and the smell of dinner. He’d worked all day just like me, but he still found time to come home and cook. Why is he so fucking nice to me? I don’t get it. I gave him a dry peck on the lips before we walked into the kitchen together.

“You been kissing someone else?” he teased.

“What? Why do you say that?”

“Your breath. Minty.”

Fuck. He didn’t taste or smell the alcohol did he? “I did it for you, silly.”

“You hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Good. The chicken is almost done. Can you get our drinks?”

“Sure.”

Staring in the refrigerator, I wished for a bottle of wine. I’d already had three glasses, but I wanted more if I was going to have to be bored all night. I retrieved the carton of milk and closed the door.

“Milk again?”

“You know me well,” he said, a smile on his face.

If he only knew, I thought then poured us each a glass of milk before returning it to the refrigerator. My life had somehow become routine, which was crazy because that was why I’d left Steven the billionaire. Thurston was a good guy – so sweet – but he followed me around like a lost puppy. It drove me crazy. I’d tried to talk to him about it, but he was clueless.

“Dinner is done.”

“Smells so good.”

“I found the recipe on this little known website in Eastern Europe.”

“Oh, cool,” I said, hoping he didn’t launch into the full story.

“You like it, though?”

“Yeah. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“I feel weird bringing it up.”

“Come on, Nikki. We have to be open and communicate with each other if this is going to work.”

“I just wish I could have a glass of wine with dinner, you know? Or after work to relax once in a while.”

He cocked his head to the side and looked at me. “You already do that, don’t you?”

He knows? What the hell? “What do you mean?”

“Where you go after work. It’s to get drinks and wind down, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s a little obvious when you get home.”

I set my fork down. “Are you saying I come home drunk all the time?”

“Not all the time, but I’ve noticed a few times. I’m glad you brought the topic up, actually. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it.”

“Oh, have you?”

“Yeah. Like I said, communication is key. I was reading this website…”

“Fuck, Thurston! I don’t want to hear about another website, okay?”

“You don’t complain when I come to you with a new sex move I found on a website.”

“Yes, the sex is great. I’m not saying it isn’t, but…” I sighed, exasperated.

“But what?”

“You’re fucking boring,” I blurted out, instantly regretting it. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve been called worse.”

“I doubt it,” I mumbled.

“You’re in a real mood tonight, aren’t you?”

“Can we just drop it, please? I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

We went back to eating. Damn, this chicken is good. He stared over at me every minute or so, making eye contact for a moment before looking away. He was very passive-aggressive, which irritated the hell out of me. With Steven, Xander, and the other men in my life, I was always aware of where I stood with them. When it came to Thurston, I could never read him right.

Does he even have a bad side? I wondered as I glanced at him a few times. He was handsome, had good hygiene and listened really well, but the more time I spent with him, the more I realized we weren’t a perfect match. Even if no such thing existed, I wanted to be closer with the person who would be with me for the rest of my life.

“I can try drinking if it’s so important to you,” he said.

“Look, I don’t want you to do something just because I want you to do it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about it a while. I mean, I should try it at only before I die. I’ve just never thought of it as a priority before. From what I’ve read, I’m going to like pot better than alcohol most likely.”

I laughed. “You think so?”

He nodded. “Can you get some?”

“I was thinking about that earlier tonight. It might take a night or two out on the town, but I’m sure I can find someone who can hook us up.”

“It’s settled. Let’s do it.”

“Please don’t add ‘drug date with Nikki’ to your schedule or to do list, okay?”

“Shit. I was totally going to tweet you.”

“Very funny, smart ass.”

We went back to eating. The idea of drinking and smoking with Thurston excited me. As usual, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking – not exactly. Where the hell am I going to find some pot in Fort Wayne? I wondered. Is Indiana going to live up to its reputation?

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A week later, everything was set for our Friday night of fun. It had only taken me one night at a local head shop to find a connection. With my looks and age, they didn’t even think twice about me being a cop or DEA agent. I wanted to be careful so I didn’t turn Thurston into a lush or a pothead, but I looked forward to being able to share an altered mind state with him.

This is so going to help our relationship, I thought as I put the fifth of Jägermeister on the kitchen counter. Thurston was at the grocery picking up munchies. I’d told him twice that didn’t mean carrot sticks and celery, but I wasn’t sure if he understood me. As I waited for him to get back, I sat at the kitchen table and broke off a piece of the quarter ounce I’d bought.

We weren’t going to smoke it all in one night, but I figured it would be nice to have some around the house for those super stressful days. After I had three nice sized joints rolled, I brought them and the bottle of Jägermeister to the living room along with a few glasses. I lit two candles on the coffee table. Just as I sat down on the couch, Thurston opened the front door and walked in carrying a paper grocery bag in his arms.

“Hey, baby, how are you?”

“Not bad. Take those in the kitchen and come back in here with me.”

“Sure, boss,” he mocked.

I poured us each a shot of the Jägermeister. The aroma of the red liquid brought back many memories for me. When he got back to the living room and sat down next to me on the couch, I passed him one of the shot glasses. He held it in front of him awkwardly. At twenty-five years old, I couldn’t believe he’d never had alcohol or pot before.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked one more time.

He nodded. “I’m psyched.”

“Well, don’t go too crazy your first time drinking, okay? It’s going to sneak up on you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve read the websites.” He held his shot glass in the air. “To us.”

“To us,” I toasted, clinking my tiny glass against his.

We both downed the fiery liquid. As soon as I was done, I looked over at him. His face looked a bit strange at first, but a smile quickly spread across it a moment later. He held out the shot glass.

“Hit me.”

“No, seriously, Thurston, you gotta take it slow.”

“Okay, just one more shot and then we can smoke some pot.”

Am I doing something wrong getting him to try alcohol and pot the first time? If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else who might not have the best of intentions…

I poured him a second shot, leaving mine empty. While he lifted the glass and poured it in his mouth, I picked up one of the joints and lit it. To my surprise, he reached out for it right after I took a hit.

“You sure about this?”

“I’m not a baby, Nikki. Give it to me.”

He grabbed the joint from my hand and put it to his mouth. After sucking in some smoke, he coughed loudly almost immediately.

“You have to hold the smoke in, silly,” I said, giggling.

His face flashed anger, which I’d never really seen on him before. It scared me a little bit at first, but I marked it up to it being his first time getting drunk. After his third shot, I tried to stop him from drinking anymore, but he grabbed the bottle and stumbled across the room.

“Fuck you, Nikki. You want me drunking. I’m gonna drink it down.”

“You’re not even making any sense, Thurston,” I pleaded from the couch.

What kind of monster have I created? I quickly learned Thurston didn’t handle his alcohol very well. He was a loud, boisterous and belligerent drunk – the opposite of what he acted like when he was sober. I attempted to take the bottle from him twice, but he snapped at me and ran into the kitchen. He sat at the table taking swigs from the bottle.

Half an hour and one joint later, I crept into the kitchen to check on him. His head was in his arms on the table in front of him. I rushed over, thinking he’d drank the whole bottle, but only about a third of it was gone. Still, that’s a fucking lot for someone who’s never smoked before. I checked his breathing, which was normal as far as I could tell.

He was much too big for me to move to the bedroom or couch, so I left him at the table to sleep it off. When he woke up, I was going to give him hell and tell him no more getting drunk for him. I wished he’d taken it slower on the alcohol and smoked out with me, but it wasn’t meant to be. As he slept in the kitchen, I turned on the stereo and sat back down on the couch to chill.