My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (168 page)

“Why?”

“I knew there was more to you than met the eye,” the woman replied, taking a slow step forward with every word she spoke.

The man was just about to back off, but before he could do so, she gently put her arm around his waist, pulling her still nude body closer and closer, before joining their lips with a passionate kiss.

Caught as they were in each other’s embrace, time ceased to exist for the pair. In their reality, only they existed and nothing more. This lasted for a good while, until a sharp, painful piece of the outside world decided to remind them of its existence by stabbing the man through his right pectoral muscle.

Shocked, the bearded man shoved Adrasteia away from his body, causing her to fall on her backside. In disbelief, the woman immediately raised her head in time to witness the imposing figure of her man stagger left and right, scanning their surroundings frantically in search of the attacker.

Quickly, another shot followed, piercing his stomach. In pain, the man let out a roar of uncontrolled wrath that became more and more inhuman with every passing moment.

Panicking, Adrasteia began turning her own gaze left and right, hoping to help her lover learn who it was that fired the arrows. Almost immediately, aided by the unclouded judgment of someone who did not have two arrows sticking out of them, she noticed a distinct sheen of bronze in the distance to her left.

With no time to warn the Minotaur of the threat, Adrasteia threw herself in-between her lover and the armored man’s direction, taking a sharp, painful black arrow to the shoulder, and falling to the ground instantly.

Panting, all she managed to do next was raise her head in time to notice a shallow, X-shaped little scratch, on the place where the Minotaur’s heart would have been. Her lover, by now having taken on the form of terrible creature that the people of Knossos knew him by, immediately ripped both arrows out of his body, shrieking loudly while doing so.

“I am the Minotaur!” The creature exclaimed in a voice that was somewhere between a yell and a roar. “I am the first son of King Minos, cursed for my father’s arrogance to spend every night as a rampaging beast!” He continued, clutching the arrows in the closed palm of his right hand, all while taking hurried steps toward the area that hid their ambushers.

“Forced to prey upon whoever dares to stumble upon me,” the beast spoke again as it took another step. Suddenly, another arrow took flight. However, this one broke upon contact with the Minotaur’s bare skin.

“With nowhere to rest but this cursed, indestructible mountain!” the creature finally roared, abandoning any semblance of self-control as it dashed toward the two attackers, much faster than one would expect from something of that size and weight.

Screams and roars quickly followed, interspaced by the occasional sound of clanging steel. Shivering from blood loss and anticipation, Adrasteia wanted to take a closer look, but the pain in her shoulder prevented her from getting up.

For almost a minute she remained like that, lying and waiting, kept in the dark in more ways than one. By the time the noises stopped, the woman was one the verge of fainting.

Finally, as a set of footsteps interrupted the shortest and least pleasant silence of her life, Adrasteia barely managed to lift her head. Immediately, into her view came the bloodied, rugged figure of the Minotaur in his human form, and with him came a thorough sense of relief. He walked slowly but firmly, holding a tattered but clean-looking wet cloth in his left hand.

Now close by, the Minotaur needed only one look at the arrow sticking out of the woman’s shoulder to provide his diagnosis. “This should heal properly,” he said in a grim tone, “but I will need to get that thing out immediately.”

“Hit me,”Adrasteia said, trying to smile despite the pain. She didn’t succeed.

“Perhaps later, when you feel better,” her lover answered, a small chuckle having crept onto his lips before disappearing when he grabbed the black arrow.

With a strong pull, the man’s powerful hand pulled the foreign object out of the woman’s shoulder, causing a torrent of pain and blood to spread all around, and over her body. Immediately, he covered the injury with the piece of cloth he had brought with him, fastening and tightening it as hard as he could without causing her any further injury.

“That should do it,” the Minotaur concluded, his expression betraying a sense of pride that the bleeding had been stopped.

Gripping her teeth from discomfort and pain, Adrasteia didn’t say a word, instead only gesturing that she wanted a kiss.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, the man dropped his gaze toward the ground.

“This isn’t going to get better, you know?” He said after a moment of silence. “Not the wound, I mean. That should be all right in no time.”

Raising his head in order to meet Adrasteia’s gaze, the Minotaur spoke again. “My curse, I will never be free of it. Every night, I will become a savage beast, hungry for the flesh and blood of others. I will roam, I will hunt, and I will kill. If you choose to be with me, there will be no escape.”

After staring at him for a couple of moments, Adrasteia merely burst into laughter. The pain from her injury soon made her laughter more bitter than sweet, but she continued regardless.

In reaction, the now humanoid bull-man placed the palm of his right hand onto her forehead, in order to check for delirium caused by a high fever, but she was only slightly warm.

“Woman?” He asked frenetically, trying not to shake her too much. “Woman, are you lucid?”

Slowly, Adrasteia stopped her extended laugh, now displaying only a slight chuckle.

“My name is Adrasteia, you bull-headed lug, you,” she finally responded. “And I’m not losing my mind, if that’s what you mean.”

“Then why, in Zeus’ name, did you laugh like a woman possessed?” The Minotaur replied, visibly confused.

“Because, you silly beast, I can clearly see what you don’t,” the woman practically sang her answer out, still showing her shining array of white teeth. “The cure for your condition, at least temporarily,” Adrasteia purred, taking the man’s arm with her own, only to place them both onto the wet area between her legs, “lies in here.”

“Unless,” she continued, barely lifting her torso enough to bring her mouth closer to the man’s ear “unless you forgot the way we
cured
you a couple of hours ago?”

Instead of saying anything, the Minotaur let his lips speak in a different way, pressing them firmly against Adrasteia’s own.

THE END

FATAL SERIES

FATAL
DESIRE

BOOK 1

An Alpha Billionaire Romance

By: Nicole Price

KENDRA

It was my first day at the Silicon Valley billionaire tech
company, Plaerus, as the new client services girl. I had just graduated high school a few months before, and at eighteen, I was not ready to go to college. I wanted to see what was out there before I decided on a career path. I had no idea what I wanted to do. This client services job was just a gig to support myself while I figured that out. Little did I know that it would turn into so much more than I could have ever expected. It was something that changed my life forever, all because of a man that was hiding a secret that could bring down the entire company.

I chose client services because it required you to be invisible, something that I was very good at, but not on purpose. I guess you could call me a plain girl with soft freckles, green eyes, strawberry blonde waves, and a waifish figure that did not attract attention from the opposite sex. I practically felt like a boy most of the time, the way men just walked passed me without noticing. Client services required you to be invisible while you brought in coffee, fruit plates, and such into meetings. You had to be a ghost while you did this so as not to interrupt the meetings. As I said, it was perfect for a plain girl like me. I was shy anyway and I wasn’t comfortable with random conversation, so silently slipping in and out of rooms refilling plates with luxury foods and taking empty plates away was the perfect job for me. I was the ghost of the Plaerus company, or so I thought.

“Kendra, you will be required to wear the standard black outfit which consist of a black pencil skirt, black blazer, black stockings, and heels. You must look most professional at all times, and keep your hair up and tidy. This is a billion dollar company and I will not have your wild hair in our clients’ coffee,” my new manager, Mrs. Stryker sternly said to me as she led me to human resources to fill out the appropriate starting paperwork.

“Yes, Mrs. Stryker of course,” I timidly said as I followed her. The hall was lined with what looked like movie posters, but on closer inspection, I realized they were posters of the applications the company had designed. Their applications ranged from entertainment to top-secret military designs all run by one man, and there he was. I stopped at the sight of him; no he was not in front of me in the flesh. Instead I stared at a poster sized Forbes Magazine cover of him, neatly done up in a frame on the wall. A young man in his mid thirties stood in a black and white tailored tuxedo with his hands shoved casually in his pockets as he leaned against a wall. He was tall and slim but fit. His green eyes pierced through me even in picture form, and his dark beard stubble and dark hair made him look cool as shit, not the stuffy computer nerd you would expect to be running this company. This was owner and CEO, Jaysun Rubic. He was a tech genius with a brilliant mind, and was also quite the famed playboy. He invented and sold his first phone app at twenty, and only achieved greater and greater success after that. He was like a celebrity in the tech world, as he was a very public figure that held charity balls, always had a model on his arm, or three, and lived a decadent lifestyle. My eyes darted down to his crotch where he was pulling his tuxedo pants tight over his bulge through his pants pockets. I knew what he was doing. It was obvious. It’s like he was saying, “and I have a big cock too.” Before I knew it, I was biting my lower lip, and feeling myself become aroused. Then… “Kendra! Do you hear me?” Mrs. Stryker shouted from the end of the hall. I embarrassingly snapped out of my erotic daze and quickened my step to her.

“Yes, Mrs. Stryker, I’m coming!”

Half an hour later I stared at myself in the mirror, pinning my unruly locks up into a nice neat bun. Mrs. Stryker had handed me a coral tinted lip balm to wear as I hardly ever wore make up, and she was quick to let me know that she disapproved of the fact. I slid it across my bow shaped mouth and then was ready to get to work. My first task was to set up one of the biggest conference rooms on the top floor of the building for a meeting. This included a coffee, water, tea, plates, cups, utensils, and breakfast pastries set up. It was easy enough and Mrs. Stryker would be supervising me very closely for the first few days.

“Good work Kendra, the table looks excellent. Now, the meeting is set to begin in eight minutes. Now, normally for a meeting you would set up and then leave. Only coming back to refresh items every hour, for however long it lasts. But this is not an ordinary meeting, this is an investors meeting and will be attended by Plaerus’ owner and CEO, Mr. Jaysun Rubic. Therefore you will take your post in the corner of the room on the tall stool. You will be motioned if to if anything is needed and you must quietly nod that you understand and then attend to the order quietly, like a ghost. Is that understood?”

I think I was holding my breath as she told me that Mr. Rubic would be attending the very first meeting I was in charge of. So much was on the line. If I fucked up I would be fired, but mostly, I worried that I would not be able to stop staring at him and I would fall in my heels and make a fool of myself. “Yes, Mrs. Stryker. I understand.”

I sat down quietly on the black barstool in the corner. Then there were loud boisterous voices coming down the hall.

“Stand girl, stand,” Mrs. Stryker whispered to me. I stood up and placed my hands one on top of the other as men in dark suits filed in. They did not look like the rest of the men running around in the building who dressed like computer geeks in t-shirts and tennis shoes, but that was on the lower floors. This floor was the business floor full of suits, and these men were millionaire investors. They were all polished and not one of them looked at Mrs. Stryker or me as they walked in and took their seats. I did not see Mr. Rubic amongst them, and there was an empty seat at the head of the table just waiting for him while the men chatted, filling their cups and plates. Something told me Mr. Rubic liked to make an entrance, and I was right. Only a few seconds later he appeared in the doorway, but didn’t walked into the room. His arms were outstretched like Mussolini and the men in the room started to clap and worship him as he said, “Gentlemen, welcome.” He was wearing a form fitting dark grey suit with a white tie against a white shirt, very fashion forward I thought, and so incredibly hot. He wore a polished platinum watch with a blue clock face, probably made of some sort of precious metal or gem that I’d never heard of.

He walked passed me without even noticing me, but I inhaled his manly scent as he did and in an instant, felt my nipples become erect. What the hell was happening to me? As soon as he took his seat at the head of the table, Mrs. Stryker nodded to me to sit down and then she left the room. I nervously sat fidgeting my fingers together on my lap. I crossed my legs and listened as he addressed the room.

“Gentlemen, you have been summoned here to get the very first look at our new product…” he confidently said as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table. I was astonished. Such arrogance and a lack of respect for the business meeting itself. It was not what I was expecting, but he was a famed playboy after all. Then it happened, I was needed. Clank! I was startled out of my daze of staring and salivating at Mr. Rubic by one of the investors as he stood up and said, “Shit!” he had spilled water on himself. I immediately went into action and grabbed a white dishtowel from the cabinet drawer and started to clean it up. The meeting continued around me, like I wasn’t even there. Then I sat back down in my corner and lowered my lashing, looking at the ground like a subservient. I nervously crossed my legs again. Then I felt hot. It was sudden. It felt like someone was staring at me. I looked up and straight into the piercing eyes of Mr. Jaysun Rubic. I was so caught off guard I gasped. Thankfully one of the investors was talking loudly addressing the group to cover up my slip up. While Mr. Rubic gave me a sideways dashing smirk, I felt wet between my thighs. I couldn’t stand the heat of his stare, I looked back down to the ground and shifted my legs again.

JAYSUN

When I first saw her, I was stunned. Not because of her astonishing beauty, it was her innocent plainness that struck me. There was something about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was used to over sexualized models and socialites that were more like walking sex toys, but this girl, she was the exact opposite. I was sitting in yet another boring investors meetings, part of my billionaire façade that I had to make appearances at, or someone would figure out my dark secret. There I was listening to our latest product being pitched to rich idiots so that they would hand over their money in a happy way and most importantly without question, when it happened. Clank! One of the rich idiots could not even manage to hold a glass of water in his hands and spilled it all over himself and my thousand dollar chair. There was always a client services attendant in all of the meetings that Mrs. Stryker was in charge of. I never noticed them except for a few girls that I used for fun here and there throughout the years. So I didn’t pay any bother to a body dressed all in black sitting in the corner where they usually sat. That person was always invincible to me. Until, the stupid ass spilled his glass of water. That’s when I saw her. Moving gracefully like a swan with strawberry blonde hair, soft pale skin with freckles across her nose, and kind green eyes. She did her duty, quietly cleaning up with speed and precision and the meeting continued as she took her seat. I noticed her wringing her hands together nervously as she looked down at the floor. Her soft black lashes lightly tickling her cheeks. Then I scanned my gaze over her body. She was waifish, not the usual big tit type that I was always attracting. Her slender body gave way to slender legs wrapped in her black tights and low kitten heels. Then, she did something that surprisingly turned me on. She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them in opposite direction. I imagined that I got a glimpse between her thighs as she did so, but maybe it was just my imagination. It was a wild thing, and even I could not control it. As I scanned her body with my gaze only half listening to the meeting, I reached her face again and lingered on her coral stained lips, then she looked up, straight into my eyes. I was startled, but kept my cool, she however seemed a nervous wreck. I wanted to calm her down, so I gave her my, everything is cool, smile. I think it only made her more nervous, and she looked away. Damn it! That was it. I needed to know who she was and I needed to know now. So I said, “Yes, that is great. All sounds great. I have a packed schedule with back to back meetings. My next is in, fifteen minutes, so lets speed this up.” I said as I looked at my watch. It was a lie, but I didn’t care. These meetings were just for show anyway so these men could feel powerful and write the words ‘meeting at Plaerus’ in their calendars so that they can write off drinks and lunch afterwards in a luxury restaurant. I wanted to meet this client services girl, I needed to know everything about her, and then I would fuck the shit out of her. It’s what I was good at. It’s what I did best, and I had the fat cock to prove it. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. I grabbed my pant leg on my thigh just under the table to adjust myself, and the girl in the corner noticed. Her eyes caught it, and then quickly looked up at the ceiling as she blushed. Game on! I thought as I grinned again. This conquest would be quick and easy. I could probably take her right after this meeting, on this damn conference table, and then leave her to clean up. I liked being dominant, and in some fucked up way she was my servant. Ten minutes later my company director called an end to the meeting. I shook hands while the men slowly piled out of the room. The girl sat waiting in the corner until we were gone to begin cleaning up. I walked down the hall with my company director and then said, “I left my…lucky pen. I’ll meet you later in your office.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Rubic,” he said as he got in the elevator and disappeared out of sight. Now for some fun, I thought. I went back into the conference room and leaned against the doorway and watched her work. She was focused, and I was able to get a good look at her soft round ass as she bent over to reach across the table. I felt my pulse quicken, which was strange for me. I usually kept my cool, even at a strip club, an all nude strip club.

“Are you mine?” I finally asked.

She gasped in response and stuttered out a few mumblings before finally saying, “I don’t understand…?”

“You work for me, so in a way you’re sort of Plaerus property, and…I am Plaerus,” I said as I slowly walked toward her and circled like a predator to its prey, toying with its meal.

“I’m new here. This is my first day,” she said as she looked at me like a deer in the headlights.

“Well, welcome. I know you will have fun here, and if you don’t let me know. I will make sure it is fun for you,” I looked her up and down making sure she got my meaning. At this point most women threw themselves at me once I had opened the sex door for them. But this, one, just stood there, frozen.