A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (17 page)

Just as my ass hit the cushion, my phone rang. I glanced at the number, surprised to see Steven’s name. I hadn’t heard from him since I left Maine months earlier. What the fuck does he want? I thought about not answering, but I picked up my cell and slid my finger across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Nikki? Is that you?”

“Hey, Steven. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. I need to see you. Can you come downstairs?”

“Where do you think I am? I’m not in Maine anymore.”

“I know. There’s a limo waiting outside your place in Fort Wayne.”

“How the hell do you know where I live?”

“I’m a billionaire, dear. It’s not hard to find someone when you have money.”

Why is he calling me dear? Why am I not disconnecting the call?

“What do you want? There’s a reason I left.”

“I know, I know. I feel terrible about what happened. I made a horrible mistake.”

Damn straight you did. All my feelings and emotions for Steven came rushing back to the front of my mind as I stared at the yellow light on the stereo across the room.

“Are you there?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m thinking.”

“I’m here. In town. I want to see you. The limo will bring you to my room. It’ll be outside and down the street a few houses all night. I missed you. I’m waiting. Bye.”

I frowned and sighed as I set my phone down on the coffee table. After a few seconds, his picture disappeared as the screensaver came on. I got ninety-nine problems and a billionaire is one, I thought to myself. It could be worse. Before I decided whether or not I would go to see Steven, I went back into the kitchen.

Thurston looked different to me in some way. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he had changed. Or maybe I had grown as a person. Whatever had happened, I decided I needed to see Steven. It had been too long since we’d talked. Had he changed as well? Or would I see him differently? Questions assaulted my mind as I went back into the living room to write Thurston a note.

Part of me thought it was a bit tacky and wrong to leave him passed out drunk after talking him into drinking in the first place, but I had to go. When a billionaire called you it was usually a good idea to listen to them – especially after what had happened between Steven and I back in Maine. I missed his children too. Memories washed over my brain as I scribbled a quick note.

“Went out with old friend. Back later. Take an aspirin and hydrate, you big lush! – Love, Nikki”

Would he understand the lack “xoxo” on the note? Could he tell I was growing apart from him? He was so sweet, but I had to act in my own self=interest. If I wasn’t happy, I couldn’t make him happy, I reasoned with myself as I left the apartment. Outside, I saw the limo a few houses down just as Steven had said on the phone. His word was golden.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

At the hotel, I hurried to his room on the third floor. He let me in after I knocked on the door. Inside, I wasn’t impressed. The room was horribly ordinary. For a billionaire, I’d never seen him be too extravagant with his wealth, something I’d been bothered by in the past. We made eye contact immediately, and all my feelings for him came rushing back.

The mechanic, Xander, and Thurston all disappeared, nothing more than dreams and memories, as I thought about what to say to him. Both of us still hadn’t said anything to each other when we sat down on the edge of the bed next to each other, but the silence was comfortable. Were we really that close to each other?

“I’ve missed you. And the kids miss you.”

I frowned. “I hated to leave them, but…”

“It’s okay. I understand. Things got a little weird. I wanted to give you some space.”

“And now? Why are you here now?”

He put his powerful hand on the small of my back. “I needed to see you. Maryanne meant nothing to me. She just wanted my money. You’re different.”

Damn straight, I’m different, I thought.

“You surprised me tonight,” I said.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“No,” I lied, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Thurston was technically my boyfriend, but that was just because I hadn’t had a chance to break up with him yet. As soon as he sobered up, I planned on having the talk with him. Hopefully, he would understand and not make the break-up worse than it had to be. I stared into Steven’s hazel eyes and pushed Thurston and the rest of my past out of my mind.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Really?” His hand ran up my back a little.

“Really. I don’t know why you find that so hard to believe.”

“You’re like a free bird, Nikki. I don’t think you want a relationship with anyone.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’re in a relationship now, aren’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Am I right?”

“It does matter.”

“I paid someone to ask around about you, that’s all. I was worried.”

“Why didn’t you call me and ask like a normal person rather than hiring stalkers like a crazy guy?”

“Fair enough. I’m a billionaire. I forget about boundaries sometimes.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Part of me was upset, but I didn’t really know why because I was also happy he had come all the way to Indiana to find me.

“Is something wrong? Why the urgency all of a sudden?” I asked.

“I’m not a young man anymore, and I don’t want to wait. Over the last two years, you’re the person I’ve thought about the most, the one who’s made me and my family the happiest.”

“So why did you do all that stuff with Maryanne behind my back.”

“I told you already. You were working for me. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve been with you. But if you hadn’t worked for me, we wouldn’t have gotten so close to each other and built a solid friendship.”

“Is that what we had? A solid friendship?”

He leaned forward and kissed me, taking me by surprise. We both turned toward each other. I wrapped my arms around his waist. The taste of his lips was exactly how I remembered – so different than the others I’d been with after leaving him back in Maine. Everything rushed back to me, all the good times we’d shared when I was his babysitter, not to mention his financial help.

I pulled back. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

I pressed my lips against his again, pushing my tongue into his mouth. As we kissed, both of us started undressing the other. He was forceful, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. We stood to slip out of the rest of our clothes, still kissing whenever possible without toppling over. Sexual energy was thick in the air, but joy was also present.

With a smile, I got down on my knees in front of him. I grasped his cock with my hand. It was familiar but new at the same time. He stood staring down at me as I took it into my mouth like I’d really missed it. As I sucked, it got harder, a sensation that turned me on. I reached down and touched myself between my legs as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft.

He ran a hand through my hair, messing it up, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was pleasure him and have him do the same for me. When he was hard, he reached down and helped me to my feet. We kissed briefly before he moved toward the bed. I stepped back, sitting down on the edge. As he got down on his knees, I sighed.

“Oh, Steven,” I whispered.

I spread my legs and scooted to the very edge of the mattress as his hands ran up and down my thighs. Each and every touch was special. I wasn’t sure if it was our history together or what, but we were connected on some unknown level, each of us knowing exactly what the other wanted without them having to say anything.

As he traced the outline of my pussy with the tip of his tongue, teasing me, I ran my hand through his hair, which emboldened him. With a flat, broad tongue, he licked from the bottom of my slit to the top, brushing against the hood of my clitoris. I moaned again as he sucked a finger into his mouth then put it inside me. He wiggled it around, driving me wild.

Since leaving Maine, I’d realized that sex was much better when the two people had a strong emotional connection as well as a physical one. The three men I’d been with since leaving Steven had all possessed one part of the equation, but none of them had really truly cared about me. With Steven, it was different. He cared about me. At least I thought he did.

The way his tongue and lips slid against my delicate, pink flesh told me he cared quite a bit. I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. Everything made sense. Or nothing mattered. One of the two was true. All I could concentrate on was him eating me out and pleasing me with his fingers. He was a master at where to touch me, how to get me really wet.

I sat up and gasped, “Fuck me. Hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. After standing up, he grasped the base of his hard cock with one hand while be moved toward me. When it penetrated me – inch by delicious inch – I didn’t think it could get any better. Gradually, as he thrust in and out of me, the pleasure and ecstasy built up to intolerable levels. My orgasm was close. I could feel it creeping up on me.

“Yes, harder, faster,” I moaned, breathing fast and heavy.

Once again, he listened, pushing into me hard and fast. I realized in that moment I’d completely forgotten about a condom, but I didn’t care. The thought fell to the wayside as he changed up the angle of his stroke slightly, driving me crazy. I wrapped my arms around his back, the muscles moving as he held himself up with his arms and penetrated me over and over again.

I came in a flash. The world faded for a second or two as pleasure rushed through my body, centered on my tiny clitoris. A moment later, he grunted and came inside me. I watched his face contort as his orgasm hit. He collapsed on top of me, our hearts beating against each other. When he pulled out a moment or two later, I hated the separation.

“I love you Steven,” I said as he laid crossways on the bed and I scooted back.

As we enjoyed cuddling with each other, someone knocked at the door. My heart sunk as I heard Thurston’s voice on the other side.

“Nikki? Open up. We need to talk.”

“Your boyfriend?” Steven asked. I nodded. “Want me to take care of it?”

I sighed. “No, I need to take care of it.”

“Did you tell him you were coming here?”

“No. I didn’t know where I was going.”

We got dressed in robes before I went over and opened the door. Thurston barged in but stopped when he saw Steven standing next to the bed.

“Oh, hello. Who are you?”

“I’m Steven. I think Nikki wants to say something to you. After she does, you’re going to leave. Do you understand me?”

Thurston turned to look at me.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“That app I had you install on your phone tracks your location.”

“What?!” I screamed, standing up. “Are you fucking kidding me? You were spying on me?”

“Looks like I was right in doing it,” he said, nodding his head at Steven, who stepped toward him.

“No, Steven, please don’t.” I turned back to Thurston. “You need to leave. Now. I’ll be over to get my stuff sometime over the weekend. Or maybe I’ll just leave it.”

“Whatever, Nikki.”

He stormed out of the room. After the door closed, I walked over and locked it. What the hell am I doing? As I turned back around, I burst into tears. I normally was very private with my emotions, but I couldn’t hold back. Steven rushed over and put his hand on my shoulder. I threw my arms around him, pressing my face against his chest as the tears fell.

“You okay?”

“I will be. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s been an emotional night.”

“You got that right.”

“Are you coming back to Maine with me?”

I sighed, still unsure. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s go somewhere else. I’ve not traveled in a while. Name a place on the planet, and I’ll take you. Hell, tell me you want to go to the moon, and I’ll buy a fucking rocket and take you there as soon as I can.”

I laughed. All of the reasons I’d fallen in love with Steven in the first place rushed back to me. Everything made a little more sense. I’d been running from my fears instead of facing them. And from what I’d learned on my road trip, not being honest with yourself was the worst thing you could do, especially if you loved someone.

“Let’s go to Paris. I know it’s a cliché, but I’ve always wanted to see it.”

He smiled at me then hugged me tighter. “We can leave tonight or tomorrow if you want.”

“Let’s leave tomorrow. I want to spend more time with you.”

“Okay.”

We made love again. After, we called room service and had one of everything on the menu. He even managed to have half a pound of high-quality weed delivered to us after midnight. I was happy for the moment, but even better, I could see myself being happy with Steve the billionaire in the future. A week away from his children would be tough, but it would give us time to catch up and see if we were truly right for each other.