ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (26 page)

Chapter 5: The Balcony and The View

Cynthia stood on the balcony of room 209. Matt had lit another joint as their buzz started to wear off, and she’d brought it with her. She inhaled slowly, holding the weed inside her, and exhaled slowly. The focus began to shift again, her eyes zooming in on the stars as she leaned on the railing. She stood on the terrace, naked, smoking a joint and noticing how each snowflake was shaped differently. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before. Then she saw the shadows casted by the light in the room shift. She noticed, without looking back, as he placed himself against the doorframe.

“Notice the stars,” she said. “Only a tiny dot of light, but an entire world inside it. Just like the lights on the mountain.”

“What about black holes?” he said.

She understood what he was referring to. He was talking about her ass.

“What about them?” she said.

“No one has been to them, they can’t.”

“You can, I think.”

“I am about to,” he said.

He positioned himself behind her, dribbling her with lube. This time he was rougher as he took her from behind. She bled again, he fucked harder. They were both stoned, doing crazy things. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he fucked her. They moved inside, fucked in every place they could find and in every position. She leaned over the bed as he fucked her like a dog. Everything was blurry, not just for her, but for both of them. Boundaries had been blurred for her and removed for him.

She lay on the bed on her stomach. He straddled her but facing in the opposite direction. His legs wrapped around her face as he took her from behind, again. This felt different as compared to how it had felt a few minutes ago, but then he was fucking her from an entirely different angle. He came inside her again. A jet of cum in her ass this time, and then he pulled out and headed to the shower. She followed him to the bathroom slowly, cum dripping down her ass.

Once they were done cleaning themselves up, she started to get dressed so she could leave.

“Stay,” he said. “It’s late.”

She didn’t protest. She joined him in bed and he wrapped his arms around her as they both went to sleep together.

Accustomed as she was to waking up early, Cynthia woke up just around 6:20. She reached for his clock on the side table and looked at the time, then carefully slipped out of his warm arms without waking him up. She washed herself up with the complimentary toiletries, got dressed and snuck out of the room.

Later, around noon, Matt suddenly appeared outside Cynthia’s office, asking to speak to her privately. He had his bag packed and fidgeted nervously.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

“But why?” asked Cynthia, “Weren’t you going to stay for a week?”

“I was, I was,” said Matt. “But something you said has changed my perspective. I think I need to see everything again, travel again, and see what I missed all along.”

“Well. I can’t stop you.”

“Cynthia,” he said, scratching his head, “about last night…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I know, I know, but I want to get to know you better. I’ll write to you. Come visit me in Switzerland, will you?

“I will.” She laughed quietly and reminded him of their first conversation. “I’ve always wanted to go see Switzerland.”

They spent another hour together making plans, talking about things, but mostly just holding hands, kissing, and looking into each other’s eyes. When the time to leave came, he planted a quick kiss on Cynthia’s lips, gave her a tight hug, and promised he would get in touch with her soon.

Cynthia watched him as he walked away, his figure getting smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the distance.

But he never wrote to her again. Cynthia was tough, she didn’t cry, but she did miss the time they spent together. For the next few months she kept her hopes up, even going so far as to get her passport in preparation. She kept expecting a letter from him, always eagerly checking her mail, but nothing came. In the end, she resigned herself to having been played and gave up any hopes she had. She returned to her usual busy routine and resumed her life as it was before he came, without really missing a step.

Chapter 6: Blast from The Past

Present Day…

Dear Cynthia,

I am sorry for not writing to you sooner. A lot happened and I have much to tell you. Please come visit me.

Truly yours,

Matt

Attached to the letter was a phone number, and a business class ticket for Switzerland. Her flight was in two days. Cynthia applied for leave and, as she’d never taken a vacation before, had it approved the same day. She was finally going to get to see Switzerland, and Matt. She wondered what the future held for her, what it was that Matt had to tell her, and why had he not contacted her for 5 years.

Once her leave was approved, she only had a day to prepare. She had some savings, and she used them to buy a new overcoat, a new dress, and some new makeup. She spent the rest of her day packing and preparing for her departure. She pulled out the passport she’d gotten years ago, now finally able to fulfill its purpose. She was exhausted, even the busiest days of her life hadn’t been so full, but she knew she had a long way to go yet.

She was glad she had more than enough money left for the two-hour trip to the airport. She’d never once been there, she had some trouble getting through once she arrived. She did not know what to do or where to go, but with the help of the airport staff, she made her way through the checkpoints, checked in, and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally sat down in the waiting area to board her plane.

She messaged Matt to let him know her flight would take off soon. Matt said he would send someone to pick her up on arrival. An announcement was made for people to board the plane, so with a bag in her hand, Cynthia made her way through the final check-in and onto the plane.

It was a long flight, with two tricky stop-overs, but she made each connection and finally heard the air-hostess announce that they had entered the Swiss airspace. Within minutes the plane began descending and finally landed at the airport. Once the plane came to a stop, the air hostess made some announcements.

“All passengers are requested to remain seated. Cynthia Dyson, please make your way to the front exit.”

Cynthia was surprised. She knew this was unusual, people were not called separately to report to the exit. She wondered what was wrong. Had she done something wrong? Had she missed something? Were they going to deport her?

A staircase was attached to the exit and the door was opened. A gentleman in a black suit and black glasses, with his hair slicked back, greeted her on the top of the staircase.

“Ms. Cynthia Dyson?”

“Yes.”

“Please follow me.”

He whispered something into a mic attached to his collar and descended ahead of Cynthia. As they reached the bottom of the staircase, a black BMW pulled up. The man opened the door for Cynthia and she got in. He closed the door and got in the front seat. The car went a short distance and stopped. The man in the black suit opened the door for her again, and again he asked her to follow him.

A black chopper waited for them at the helipad in front of them. The man in the black suit held the door open for her.

“Get in, ma’am.”

“But where are you taking me?”

“You are flying to Mr. Wyss’s private estate.”

“You must have me confused with someone else. I am here to see my friend Matt.”

“Yes, Mr. Matthew Wyss has arranged for you to be taken to his estate.”

Cynthia got in the chopper, was given a headpiece to cover her ears, and the door closed behind her. The man in the black suit signaled to the pilot and the chopper took off. The world zoomed out of her view again and Cynthia saw Switzerland through an eagle’s eye, marveling at everything she saw. The chopper headed toward the Swiss Alps and then began its descent. A clearing soon appeared, and as the chopper descended, more and more things came into view. A mansion arose from the trees, and soon she saw an ‘H’ sign on the floor, where the chopper was to land.

The pilot muttered into the headpiece and landed the chopper. Another man in a black suit appeared, held the door open for her, and helped her out of the plane. A limousine was waiting for her. She was whisked away in the limousine, another 5-minute drive, and finally stopped in front of the mansion.

A butler arrived and took her into the magnificent mansion. “Please wait here,” he said, showing her into the living room. “Mr. Wyss will be here shortly.”

Cynthia’s 5-star hotel was nothing compared to this living room. A large chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the lights sparkling and reflecting off the prisms. As she took a seat, she sank into the chair. It was cold in Switzerland, and if the snow on the trees and the mountains was any indication, it was going to be this way for the duration of her stay.

A young man arrived with some wood and placed it into the fireplace, lighting the fire. A beautiful middle-aged woman with her hair tied into a knot arrived; she was followed by several young girls carrying dishes who set the table. The room immediately filled with delicious smells and Cynthia started feeling hungry. A sparkling wine—the bottled stars, she noticed—was brought and placed on the coffee table.

Cynthia started pacing the room. She stopped by a portrait of someone who looked like an older version of Matt Wyss. As she examined the portrait, a new smell filled the air.

She knew to whom the smell belonged.

It was him.

It was Matt’s cologne.

It was Matt.

She turned around and found Matt standing right behind her. She smiled. He grinned. Their lips locked as they embraced each other after all these years.

Chapter 7: Will You?

“You must be exhausted,” said Matt. Cynthia refused to allow the distraction.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, mister,” said Cynthia.

“I do, I know, but let’s eat first.”

“Sure.”

Cynthia and Matt ate heartily and sipped the bottled stars together. They kept stealing glances, shooting looks to each other all through the meal. Once they had eaten, Matt rang a bell and the servants arrived and cleaned the table. When they left, Matt and Cynthia began talking.

Matt sat on the sofa. Cynthia walked and was about to sit when Matt spoke.

“Come, sit here,” he said, patting on his lap.

Cynthia blushed but went to sit on his lap. A familiar warmth ran through her as Matt wrapped his arm around her.

“Why did you not write sooner?”

“My father died. I was the heir. There was a lot of legal trouble and I have just come out of it. I did not want to drag you in any of it.”

“And what is all this? How did you…”

“Not me, Cynthia, my father. This is all his work. I never wanted any part of it, but it would be stupid to say no to billions of dollars, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, it would.”

Cynthia opened her mouth to speak again, but Matt placed his lips on hers.

Cynthia’s hair was tied in a ponytail. Matt let her hair loose and he ran one hand through her hair, and unbuttoned her shirt with the other. She, at the same time, grabbed his shirt from both sides and pulled hard, the buttons breaking loose and falling on the floor.

He smiled a savage grin, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

“You have gotten wilder since I last saw you,” he said.

“Have I?” she replied playfully.

Matt kissed her over and over, all over her face. “My dear, oh how I have missed you.”

Cynthia’s hand was in his pants, caressing his semi-hard cock. She ran her other hand over his stomach, feeling his chest, his hard muscles, while undoing his pants, as he was on his way to giving her a hickey on her neck.

Still frisky, Matt got up, letting his pants fall. He pulled off her skirt and admired the dark beauty lying naked on his sofa.

“Oh I missed you. I missed this,” he said, reversing himself on top of her.

Cynthia reclined on the sofa, her head hanging back loosely. Matt adjusted himself so that his cock rested against her lips, his mouth moving to her warm pussy. He started thrusting again slowly, fucking her face, his tongue fucking her pink, tight opening.

“Ah, ah,” Cynthia began moaning. It had been a while. “Fuck me,” she said, “fuck me, Matthew Wyss.”

Matt got on top of her, teasing her, tapping his cock on her pussy but not penetrating her.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Don’t play games, Matt,” she said. Matt slid his finger inside her. “Ah, come on, ah, ah, do it, Matt, do it.”

“Lube it up,” he said, wagging his cock in front of her face.

She grabbed his cock with both hands and began sucking it, taking it deep into her mouth, gagging but not stopping. With his cock in her mouth, she looked up, locking eyes with him. She could see in his eyes how much he wanted her. She stopped. Now was her turn to tease.

“Go on, don’t stop now,” he said.

She smiled.

“Oh, you wanna play games. Let me show you how to play,” he said.

He got in position and with one swift thrust, pushed all the way into her. She screamed. She wanted him but it was hurting too much. She pressed her hands on his chest, pushing him away.

“Slow down, wait, ah, it hurts.”

Matt pushed her hands away and locked her in an embrace. Her big tits pushing into his chest, as his long, thick cock impaled her. But he didn’t stop. She screamed with pain, tears streaming down her eyes, but he continued fucking her harder and harder, not stopping, until her pain faded and she finally started enjoying, urging him to do it harder, pulling him into her. He fucked her and she took him in, their bodies in perfect sync and harmony.

Matt was crushing her with his weight, holding her tightly, trying to reach deeper into her, forcing his cock in and out of her until he finally came inside her. It felt as if he was shooting cups of cum inside her, continuous jets of cum. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

“How was that for a game?”

“Fucking awesome,” she said.

“Wanna play another game?”

“Later, maybe,” she said.

“Are you sure you can take it?”

“Oh Matt, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

Matt got up and put on a silk robe. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room.

A few minutes later, Matt arrived. He clearly had something on his mind, something different than the things he had done before. His eyes were sparkling, and he was smiling. Not a savage grin, not a seductive smile, but a genuine and warm smile. He was smiling, taking each step deliberately as he walked towards her. She did not know what to expect.

He got in front of her, then got down on one knee. Her heart began pounding. ‘This can’t be real,’ she thought. ‘This can’t be happening.’

He took her hand in his and popped the question.

“Cynthia Dyson, my love, will you marry me?”

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