A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (9 page)

He said he would wait for me, but a week after I was gone I was certain he would come to his senses and forget all about me. In a way, I was doing the right thing, something an adult might do. Outside, I got in my car and started it up. Modest Mouse spilled out of the speakers. I smiled at myself and the world at large. I got past the driveway, and I just kept on going.

Two

Nikki at the Party

“This isn’t one of your weird ass parties, is it?” I asked Maryanne as we stood in her small bathroom fighting for the mirror.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said then giggled as she finished putting on her deep red lipstick.

“You’re a freak, bitch,” I teased. “Now can I please use the mirror for a minute or two without you elbowing me?”

“Well, hurry up. We can’t be late. This is our last party before you head out to California.”

“You could come with me,” I said, turning to look at her.

She rolled her eyes. “I have way too much going on here. You know that.”

After she left the bathroom, I looked at my face in the mirror. The night with Steven Cary the billionaire was still on my mind, but I had to let that go. It was over between me and him even though it had just started.
He’d want to tie me down, and I don’t want that right now,
I thought as I finished my eyebrows and moved to my lips.

The dark red dress and string of pearls I’d picked out for the party made me look young, hot, and ready for anything. Steven weighed heavily on my mind, but I hoped a night out with Maryanne would help put thoughts and memories of him into a neat box. I had my whole life in front of me, and I didn’t want to be tied down. If I found love, I would settle down, but I didn’t know that such a thing existed for real.

“You ready yet, bitch?” Maryanne asked as she walked up and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hold on. Almost done.” I turned to her. “How do I look?”

“Like a slut.”

My eyes widened in fake shock as I reached out and pushed her arm. She smiled. Once outside her tiny apartment, we got into my car. If I drove us to the party, I’d have a way to leave early if necessary. Also, it would be a good reason for me to not get drunk or even drink at all. I had a few joints stashed in the bottom of my purse, but that was different.

“Let’s do this,” I said.

The car fired up right away when I turned the key. She gave me directions, horribly, as I drove deep into the country. Trees, leaves and grey skies lent everything an ominous mood. I couldn’t wait to get out to California. Hopefully, the party would last all night. Maryanne didn’t say much on the drive to the mansion out in the middle of nowhere, but she kept giggling, which scared the hell out of me.

“This is it?” I asked as I stopped in front of a gate.

“Yeah. Pull up to the little box on the pole.”

“You mean the intercom?”

“Yeah, that.”

I took my foot off the brake and coasted forward as I rolled my window down.

“Press the button and say Fitzgerald,” Maryanne said.

After giving her a WTF look, I reached out of the car window and pressed the white button on the call box.

“Fitzgerald,” I said then pulled my hand back into the car.

To my surprise, the large, iron gate opened. Maryanne squealed with glee as we made our way up the drive to the house. Men in nice suits opened the doors for us as we pulled up to the house, which was a little ridiculous considering my car was twelve years old and on its last legs. They drove my car away as we walked to the front door of the house. It was huge.

“That’s a massive door,” I noted.

Maryanne stopped and grabbed my shoulders, pointing my body toward her. “Look. You need to behave in here, okay? It’s a big deal we were even invited.”

“Sure. I said I’d stay an hour or two maybe.”

We turned and continued to the front door. It opened as we approached. The house was huge and looked like it was at least a hundred years old. Whoever owned the house was rich. Once inside the foyer, we glanced around, not knowing where to go. On an impulse, I opened a pair of French doors. A group of stoners turned as a cloud of marijuana rushed into the foyer.

“Close the door,” one hissed just as the familiar “One, Two, Three, Four…” from the Broad City theme song came on the flatscreen in the room.

I shut the doors and turned around to Maryanny with a smile on my face. “Broad City marathon and pot? This is the best party ever.”

“I love you, bitch, but we’re not coming to a party like this and hanging out with losers like them. Don’t be an Abbi.”

She twirled around and headed into what appeared to be a formal living room. I looked back at the room full of pot and laughs and frowned.

“I’m not the Abbi,” I called as I ran to catch up with her. “You’re the Abbi!” I yelled as I turned the corner.

The entire room of men and women dressed in the finest fashions all craned their heads to stare at me. I managed a half wave before Maryanne grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the adjacent dining room. Trays upon trays of food were on the table. All of it looked scrumptious. Even better, an open door led to a fully stocked bar.

Maryanne disappeared as I went over to the bar to get a glass of wine. While I didn’t want to get drunk, some wine would help me relax. I really wanted to go back to the room in the front of the house with the stoners watching Broad City reruns, but my best friend was right. I needed to expand my horizons a little before I headed all the way out to California by myself.

On my third glass of red, Maryanne rushed over to the bar. She stopped in front of me and grabbed my hands. Her eyes were wide with excitement. Before she even opened her mouth, I could tell it was going to be something about a man. I wished we could just hang out, drink, and make fun of people before I left Maine, but she always had a way of ruining my plans.

“I need your help,” she said, still looking into my eyes.

I frowned. “What?”

“You haven’t even heard it yet. Don’t be such a party poop.”

“Fine. Who are they?”

“I don’t know exactly, but they’re uber-rich. Like richer than Steven type of rich.” I nodded. “Please don’t mention Broad City, the Dress, the Slap or anything else that would make us seem mundane, okay?”

“What? Why?”

“I told them we were heiresses worth twice their fortune.”

“Maryanne!”

“That’s not my name. I told them they had to guess my last name while I came to get you. When we get back, they’ll spit out some name, and I’ll claim it. Boom shakka boom, we’re in a bedroom with them.”

“Boom shakka boom? What the hell is that? I don’t know…”

“Have you been drinking?” she asked, interrupting me.

“Yeah, why…”

“No reason. Let’s go.”

She turned and led me out of the bar and back into the living room. A few people gave me a look as we passed, but I just smiled back. All these people were another reason I didn’t want to be with Steven Cary the rest of my life, even if he was a billionaire and sexy as hell. When we reached the far corner of the giant room, we stopped in front of two well-dressed men not quite twice my age.

“Hello, ladies. Welcome back,” one with a neatly trimmed goatee said with a smile full of perfect teeth. “I’m Rick and this is Brock, my brother.”

He pointed to the man standing coldly next to him. I swore he was literally looking down his nose at me. Maybe it was the dress and stockings combination? I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was make Maryanne happy before I left her life and traveled across the country. Rick stared up at down my body, as if I was nothing more than a piece of cattle.

“Have you figured out our names?” Maryanne asked.

Rick smiled. “Are you the long lost Roffenhausen twins?”

“We are!” Maryanne exclaimed excitedly. “I’m …”

“Let me guess,” Rick interrupted. “You’re Becky and she’s Roxanne.”

“I’m not the Abbi,” I mumbled.

“You’re right,” Maryanne said. “Shall we retire upstairs for some fun now?”

Brock nodded his head a little too excitedly as Rick said, “Let’s go, ladies.”

I put my arm through his and we walked toward a staircase across the room.

At the top of the stairs, Rick led us down a hall to another impressive set of double doors. I glanced over at Maryanne, who had a huge smile on her face, as he opened them. On the other side, he turned to us.

“We’ll see you ladies in a bit, and we can pair up.”

Maryanne dragged me into a side room. The walls were lined with lockers.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked. Then it dawned on me. “This is one of your weird ass parties!”

“It’s an orgy, dummy. Let’s get undressed.”

“I wouldn’t have come if you told me it was this type of party,” I said.

“Exactly. And you need to come, so I didn’t tell you. Aren’t you glad you’re not downstairs getting high and watching Broad City reruns?”

“I don’t know.”

“Whatever. Get undressed.”

My buzz faded as I undressed in front of Maryanne. I’d seen her naked body before, and she’d seen mine at one time or another. Neither of us leaned that direction sexually, but we were ashamed with our bodies at all. After we were out of our clothes, she turned to me with a serious look on her face.
Fuck,
I thought.
How can she make it worse?

“I want Rick, okay?”

“What? No. Brock seemed really weird and gross.”

“I called dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs at an orgy,” I protested.

“You can’t, huh?” She put her hand on her hip. “How many orgies you been to before?”

“None.”

“Exactly. You’re going away, so I thought we should have a memorable memory together. I don’t mean together in the same room with the same guy, but you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We walked back into the hallway. Rick and Brock stood casually waiting for us. I couldn’t help but look at their dicks. Apparently, Rick had gotten all the dick genes. His was the biggest I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t even hard. On the other hand, Brock had a micro-penis. After much research online, I’d come to the conclusion they were cool but not for me.

“Ready, ladies?” Rick asked, staring into my eyes.

“You’re with me, Rick,” Maryanne said.

He didn’t even glance over at her. “No, dear. I choose the lovely Roxanne.”

“Nikki?” a familiar voice asked from further down the hall.

I turned to look and saw Steven Cary, naked as the day he was born. His cock was flaccid, hanging between his legs. He walked over, instantly looking Rick and Brock into the eyes to size them up.

“Hey, Steven,” I said. “I didn’t know you came to parties like this.”

“It’s my first one,” he said. “I didn’t know you went to them.”

“It’s my first too,” I said.

“Excuse me,” Rick said. “I don’t have all night. I’d like to leave with Roxanne now.”

He stretched out his arm toward me. I glanced at Steven.

“She’s with me, big guy,” he said, obviously referencing that major cock.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve already asked her. You know the rules. Either we both enjoy time with her or neither of us enjoys time with her.”

“Hey, wait, don’t I have a choice in this?” I asked.

“Of course, dear,” Rick said with his hands on his hips, that massive cock hanging down. “Who shall it be?”

Emotions and hormones raced through my body as an anxiety attack loomed on the horizon for me. I threw all caution to the wind and blurted out, “I want you both.”

The two men looked at me then at each other.
Maybe they’ll both decline,
I thought to myself with a self-satisfied smile on my face. Unfortunately, neither of them backed down.

“I want Winchester rules,” Steven said.

“What the fuck is Winchester rules?” I hissed into Maryanne’s ear.

“And you’re the one that gets the best of the best tonight?” She shook her head from side to side then whispered into my ear, “Neither of the guys touch either. Both stay at one end of you.”

I nodded, fascinated at the orgy culture and etiquette. It was different than I’d imagined – not that I’d thought about orgies before.

“Let’s go, gentleman,” I said, bending my arms.

Steven stood on my right. Rick was on the other side. They led me into the main room, which was full of people lounging around, talking, drinking, doing coke, and more. The only difference from downstairs was that they were all naked. Doors lined the walls. Some of them were opened, and I noticed bedrooms. We walked into one. I closed the door behind us and locked it.

Rick clapped his hands together once and said, “Well, shall we begin?”

“Hold on,” I said. “I don’t know a lot about orgies, but I don’t want to rush into this just because we’re naked. How about a drink first?”

“I don’t drink,” Rick said, “But I have a pipe and some weed.”