Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (50 page)

“There is a lot of time left between now
and in the long-term,” she said slowly, as though weighing every single word
before speaking it out loud. “You may not even want to, you know.” She
shrugged.

“
I don
’t know. What are you talking about?”

“I am assuming that when this contract is
over, you would like to move on to newer and hotter women for more exciting
adventures.”

It took a lot to spit those words out.

“That’s a big assumption. Do you really
think this is all,” I gestured around the balcony décor, “just about the
contract?”

“What is it, then?” she challenged.

“That is for us to figure out as we go
along,” I said looking away from her. Not once had I actually thought beyond
the contract; I assumed that Aria was just going to be around forever. Now that
the thought crossed my mind, I felt a weird sort of a gloom and didn’t want to
dwell on it too much.

“Speaking of the contract, since we are
finally on the subject, what is going on with that?”

“That is for us to figure out as we go
along too.” I smirked and had to duck because she tossed a grape towards me in
mock-anger. “Come on, let’s go inside, it is starting to get chilly,” I said to
change the subject. Plus my restraint wasn’t going to last very much longer,
and unless Aria was okay with my neighbors potentially seeing me rip her
clothes off, which I highly doubted, we had to at least make it indoors soon
enough.

Chapter 9

Aria

We got up to head inside and my phone
buzzed. It was a text from my mother. The payment on her hospital bill had been
made this morning. An immense relief spread through my body, as though I hadn’t
even realized just how tense I had been this whole time. It was technically the
last day to do it, so the whole time I had been here, I was somewhat antsy,
even though I did not want Zayden to notice, and did a good job of that I
suppose. But I could relax now and truly enjoy his company. The payment was
made. I had nothing else to worry about. For now.

“Zayden.” I stopped in my tracks. “Why
didn’t you tell me?” I asked looking from my text to his face and back.

“Because I knew you would find out soon
enough,” he said shrugging. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “But I
wanted you worry about it for a bit.”

“That is really messed up, you know,” I
couldn’t help saying, but right after, I felt uncomfortable, like I was being
ungrateful. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. Thank you for paying the bill
is what I meant to say.” I reached out to hug him but he backed off this time.
“Is everything okay?” I looked at him concerned.

“Yeah, I think so, but let’s talk about
this inside. In my bedroom,” he said with a completely straight face.

“Sure,” I said cheerfully. “To the bedroom
then, to ‘talk’,” I said playfully air-quoting the word.

“No, Aria, we really will be talking in
there. At first anyway,” he added with the hint of a smile. It didn’t make any
sense. He had already made the payment and I was here ready – and in all
honesty yearning – to take my clothes off for him, but he wanted to talk?

When we got to his bedroom, I immediately
picked the office chair across from his desk to sit on, deliberately avoiding
looking at the enormous bed right in the middle of the room. I had never seen a
bed quite that size. It had to be bigger than a king size. Did they even make
those? He probably had it custom-made for his benefit. He was probably best
friends with the president of IKEA or something.

Trying not to think about how it would
feel to roll around naked in that bed, I looked at Zayden sincerely. “So, what
did you want to talk about?”

“The contract. You noticed how this
payment was made late? As late as possible, in fact?”

“Nope,” I said trying to be teasing. “I
hadn’t noticed at all. Was it late, then?”

“No, Aria, really, listen to me. I know
how difficult it was for you to be constantly anxious about the payment and to
not know whether I would actually pull through. You don’t ever want to
experience that agony, do you?”

“Of course not.” I sighed, giving in to
his mood. “But where are you going with this?”

His deep blue eyes gazed at me with so
much intensity that I thought it would tear right through me. “You tried to get
out of the contract at the beginning of the month. Don’t do it again.”

My heart started thumping fast because of
the stern look on his face. “I’m – I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to say.

“You should be. You thought you would just
cut me out and not face any consequences!” he exclaimed. “Like somehow you were
just going to walk into all that money and never have to worry about it again.”

“I didn’t think any of those things,” I
said, starting to get a little frustrated myself. “I was just upset, Zayden,
because of how controlling you were being! And like I already told you, that is
just not something I am programmed to deal with.”

“So at the hint of the slightest bit of
trouble, you run? How can I trust that you won’t just randomly decide you
dislike something else I do or say and try to bail again? Only to want to come
running back when you realize you had no other options?”

“How can I trust that you don’t have any
more wives up your sleeve?” I asked cheekily and before he could answer,
quickly added, “The answer is there is no reason for me to do so, but I do. I
trust you because that’s how trust works, with or without evidence.”

“This was your punishment for breaking the
rules, Aria. I hope you don’t do it again.”

“My punishment?” I spat. “You need to stop
patronizing me. Why can’t we just be equals, Zayden? Is it because I am a
woman?”

“It’s because I am holding sixty thousand
dollars over your head,” he said in a tone that made me shiver. “Not to
mention, employ you – something I plan to continue to do into the far future,
as I mentioned earlier. So as the slightest bit of a courtesy or gratitude or
whatever it is that you feel, do me the favor of letting me act however I
fucking want.”

“So you don’t care that how you act may
hurt me?” I challenged him further.

“That is not what I said,” he said and
sighed. “I never said I wouldn’t make an attempt to change some of my ways, but
simply that you stop quitting every time something bothers you.”

“Fair enough.” I shrugged, beginning to
feel drained.

It was a contract after all.

“And the contract will remain intact as
long as you don’t go around breaking any of the rules. Are we clear?”

“Yes, master,” I said with a fake toothy
grin. “Would you like me to curtsy now?”

“No, I would like you to take your clothes
off,” he said starting to walk towards me.

It was my turn to be a tease and taunt
him, and I could not be more excited for payback. “Uh, actually, let me see, I
am feeling like taking a shower before bed, so I will pass on the offer.”

“You’re sleeping over, then?” He grinned,
continuing to walk towards me, ignoring my “pass.”

“I thought that was obvious, since you
sent all your staff home and it would be impossible for me to find a cab at
this hour. Unless you feel like driving me, but you’ve had quite a bit of
whiskey.”

“Aria, you just go off on so many
unnecessary tangents. I want you to stay, isn’t that kind of obvious? I
decorated the damn balcony for you.”

The mention of the balcony made me feel
giddy. I still couldn’t believe he had done all that. It was something that
usually couples – actual, real couples, boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands
and wives – did for each other, not people who were dating on a legally binding
contract. The fact that he had taken the effort to do it made me appreciate him
more than I ever had before.

“I’m staying because I want to stay too.”
I smiled at him. “But for now I just want to take a shower. I had a long and,
as you know, stressful, day. I just want to relax for a little bit if that is
okay with you.”

“Uh, of course,” he said looking slightly
taken aback. “Go on ahead. First door to the right.”

I turned around facing the bathroom with
the biggest grin on my face. Then, I very slowly slid my dress off my
shoulders, then down my legs through my stilettos, revealing the sultry red
corset.

“Aria,” I heard him moan. “Aria, Aria,
Aria. Turn around.”

I did for a very brief moment, just long
enough to let him see the full effect. The knowledge that right that second, I
was giving him the biggest erection of his life made me feel powerful and
incredibly sexy. I continued to walk into the bathroom, but heard his footsteps
behind me.

Innocently, I went into the bathroom,
which was bigger than my own room and closed the door behind me. Then I let out
a huge sigh. I couldn’t believe I had just pulled that off. As I took off the
lingerie – but with my shoes still on - and turned the shower on, I heard
Zayden open the door. I jumped into the shower quickly and let the water run
down my naked, polished body.

The glass door of the shower opened and
Zayden was standing there, completely naked, with his dick pointing straight at
me, rock hard.

“You are showering with those shoes on,”
he groaned, like speaking was taking up way too much of his energy.

“I do that all the time.” I shrugged, as I
felt myself get wet upon the sight of his naked body. How I ached for his touch
again.

“Oh, do you, now? So this isn’t some kind
of a ploy to tease me?” His mouth was twitching into a half-smile, as though it
wasn’t sure it was capable of joining in on the sass.

“Why would I do that?” I asked batting my
eyelashes. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I,” he said, stepping into the shower
with me, “am taking a shower with my girlfriend.”

Hearing him use that word broke all my
restraints so I threw myself on him, meeting his lips fiercely with my own. His
enormous shower head poured pleasant warm water over the both of us like summer
rain, as I grabbed the back of his head as passionately as I could, and he
opened my mouth with his tongue with brute force that made me ache for him. His
mouth explored mine, as his hands were touching me all over my back. The kiss
itself lasted forever and when he pulled away, it felt like I had just ran a
marathon.

“Soap?” Zayden asked, his eyes glistening
with desire. “Can I wash you?”

“You can do anything to me.”

He poured some soap into the palms of his
hands and rubbed them together. Then he slowly massaged my shoulders, going
downwards from there. When he reached my breasts, I almost came from the impact
alone. He rubbed them in circular motions, halting to pinch my nipples every
few seconds, as I let out gasps of pleasure.

After massaging my breasts, his hands
skipped straight onto my legs, to my utter disappointment. He must have sensed
the change in my body’s response because he pushed me against the shower wall,
looked me straight in the eye and said, “
I won
’t be needing soap to clean your pussy, Aria.”

Then he dived face first into me, making
me forget everything about the world. His tongue was moving across my clit,
licking it in rhythmic motions, while the rest of his mouth was sucking on my
pussy lips. When he halted the licking to slide his tongue inside me, I
exploded into oblivion. With the warm water running over my body, and the
mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm, I didn’t think I would be able to feel
better than I did in that moment ever again.

It felt like it took forever to come back
to my senses and when I did Zayden was glaring at me. It was my turn. I kneeled
across from him and wasted no time taking all of him into my mouth.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and closed his eyes,
holding my head close.

He shoved himself deep down my throat, and
even though the feeling wasn’t entirely pleasant, the look on his face as he
thrust in and out was worth every moment.

He pulled away before coming, to my concern.
“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, Aria, you did everything right,”
is all he said.

He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent
me over. He pushed himself inside me, leaving me elated. I braced myself
against the shower wall using my hands. I moaned loudly and he took this as
encouragement to move faster and deeper within me.

“Zayden,” I said his name, as with every
thrust and motion, bursts of pleasure traveled through every vein in my body.
All I managed was to say his name over and over again as he thrust deeper and
harder. His hands gripped my hips firmly, directing my body’s movement.

“Ah,” he grunted. After a few moments we
both erupted together like a volcano. The orgasm was so intense that I
screamed. He slowed his pace and eventually completely stopped. I stood up and
he wrapped his arms around me.

Ten minutes later
—though
it could have been hours, days, I would never know—we finally became coherent
again and I said, “That was–”