Taken By The Billionaire (8 page)

Dad came back
in and, after a few awkward spots,
the evening eventually turned out to be a success.

“Do you mind if I stay over with dad tonight?” I asked when my father went to make coffee. “I missed him while I was away and I’d like to spend some time with him tonight. I promise to talk about you all the time and to tell him how great you are.” I leaned in close and snuggled up to Damien on the couch.

“Don’t tell him how awesome I am when I’m making you cum on my face,” Damien grinned.

I laughed and put my arm around him. “Thanks for doing this tonight. I’m really, really happy that you did it. Dad seems to be warming to you as well.”

“Well I’m warming to you,” Damien said with that dangerous glint in his eye. The one that goes with that sly smirk and usually means some kind of game is about to be played.

He turned to kiss me. As usual my body reacted to the taste of him, the smell of him and the press of his hard body against mine. Things got hotter as the kiss went on, both of us revving up until I broke away and saw the tent in Damien’s pants.

“I’ll tell you what,” I whispered. “To show you how grateful I am …”

I re
ached for his zipper and went
in to bring out Damien’s enormous, beautiful package.

“Your father’s only in the fuckin
g kitchen,” Damien muttered,
eyes wide at my audacity.

I’d surprised him for sure.
“It’s your fault,” I grinned as I slid my ass along the couch and settled an arm across Damien’s lap. I lifted him in my hand and took a long, lascivious lick. “Just like a lollipop,” I said before treating Damien to my tongue again.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s good, Kylie. I love seeing your pretty face as you do that. It looks so wrong. You’re so angelic, to see you doing that to me is just dirty.”

Damien groaned and jerked his hips. I felt the pulse of him in my fist and bent to my task again. Pretty soon he was stifling his groans and moans as I brought him closer to the edge. Aware I only had a couple of minutes, one ear alert to the tell-tale hiss and spit of the coffee machine that would signal that the coffee was ready and my father was due to reappear, I kept on at him regardless of the huge risk. If my father walked in now it could undo all the repair work Damien and I had done that evening, but I so wanted to please Damien, to make him happy that I worked and worked at him with my lips, tongue and hand, taking him into my throat.

He was so big in my mouth that I thought my jaw might unhinge, but I kept taking more and more of him, eager to be the best he’d ever known. I listened to the wonderful sounds of my lover’s enjoyment. To hear Damien telling me how good it felt thrilled me. I loved it when he compared me to an angel; I liked being pretty for him, but what really turned me on was being a devil.

He’d taught me so much in the time I’d known him. Damien took me from being a naïve girl and turned me into a complete woman. Thank God I’d met him. If I’d married Rafe I never would have known how fantastic sex could be. And it wasn’t just the act itself; it was all the mind stuff Damien did too. The time in the men’s room in Paris when we could have been busted at any moment – Rafe would never have even dreamt of doing something so wild and insanely risky.

Being with Damien was such a buzz. I was sure I loved him, and I was fairly confident he loved me too. If I could guide him ove
r the rocks of his insecurities
we could enjoy the beach on the other side –The two of us, together.

It didn’t take long before I heard Damien grunt and felt the girth of him pulse between my lips. He poured into my mouth, filling me so quickly with his essence that threatened to spill out of me if I didn’t keep swallowing.

Even then I had to rush to the bathroom to repair my makeup and tidy my hair from where Damien’s fingers had held my head. I also had to wipe any tell-tale traces of what had gone on from the corners of my mouth and my chin.

“We nearly got caught,” Damien whispered
later
when I kissed him goodnight at the door. “You just got out of there befor
e your father walked back in.” H
e grinned at me, eyes sparkling. “You’re getting as bad as me,” he said.
“Worse in fact.
I don’t think I would have taken it as far as you did.”

“I want you tomorrow,” I replied, squirming my body against Damien’s. I laid the flat of my palm against the bulge in his pants. “I want you to do bad, dirty things to me over your desk tomorrow.”

Composing myself after watchin
g Damien walk down the driveway
I shut the door and walked into the lounge.

“Nightcap?” my father asked as he held up the whisky bottle.

“A small one,” I replied, and then spent an hour alone with my father.

It seemed like we were back on track. My father revealed he liked Damien but added, “I have reservations, Kylie. He could turn out to be a great guy, just right for you, but you look after yourself.”

“I will, dad,” I nodded. I yawned. “I think I’ll go and take a shower before I go to bed. I’ve got work tomorrow so I don’t want to stay up too late.”

The following day in Damien’s office Al
exandra brought in the coffee and
newspapers as usual.

Tucked away inside the folds of the LA Times was a trashy tabloid with the screaming headline: KYLIE CLARK HITS THE CLUBS WITH HOLLYWOODS HOTTEST.

Damien picked up the rag between two fingers
, disgust curling his upper lip while
all I could do wa
s boggle at the outrageous lie.

“What is this>
” Damien spluttered, obviously outraged. “You wanted to stay with your dad last night. That’s what you said.” His icy tone was reflected in the cold glint of steel in Damien’s eyes. “And I fell for it. After everything you said
to me you go and pull a
stunt like this.”

“Oh my God,” I heard Alexandra gasp when she picked up the newspaper and saw the picture accompanying the banner headline.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Damien blurted.

Before I could react, before I could even make sense of what had occurred in the last twenty seconds, Damien had stormed out in a fury.

I sat there, too shocked to move.

6

Numbed by shock I sat in Damien’s office, literally so surprised at the lies in that rag of a newspaper that I couldn’t move. I could hardly even breathe. It was just so staggeringly untrue. And then there was Damien’s reaction. Had he really looked at me that way and just stormed out?

Eventually, hands and legs shaking, I got up and took one of the containers of coffee that Alexandra had brought in with her when she’d dropped the newspapers on Damien’s desk. I felt sick as I sipped at the coffee, the cup wobbling in my shaking hand.

The tabloid was there,
its headline still
scream
ing it’s totally untrue message
: KYLIE CLARK HITS THE CLUBS WITH HOLLYWOODS HOTTEST. Hot anger suddenly dispelled the greasy feeling in my stomach. It was an outrageous slur, I’d never been near the club – How could I when I
’d been at home with my dad all last night?

Desperate for clues I picked up the newspaper and, with a shudder of distaste, looked for the writer’s by-line. Maybe if I got in touch with whoever had written this piece of libelous crap I’d be able to track the source. When I saw the photograph that alleged to be me I saw it didn’t even show the woman’s face, it was just a photo of a woman from behind. Then, as I studied the detail I noticed, in the background, that some of the peopl
e that were gathered around looked familiar
.
Did Jenny…

Of course, I should have guessed sooner. Who else could have been behind a stunt like this? Who else would have a motive? I studied the picture intently – OK, the girl in the photo, although none of the images showed her face, could have been me from behind. But so could a thousand other girl’s in LA.

I picked up my cellphone and called up a name in the address book. The call rang out, eventually going to voicemail. Frustrated, I spat a swear word and tried another number. Again I got the same response. I reasoned, through cold anger, that Jenny’s friends would either be sleeping at this time of day or they saw my name on the screen and decided to blow me off.

There was one name, though, someone who Jenny thought was one of her toadying sycophants but who had once told me she only hung around on the periphery of that group as a friend of a friend and that she really thought Jenny was a whore.

“Hi, Melissa?” I asked when, to my relief, the call was picked up.

“Hi, Kylie,” Melissa said. “What’s up? Congrats on the movie. I’m so jealous!”

“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s really exciting and I’m so thrilled to have the chance, but I was calling about something else and I wondered if you could help me. Have you seen the stuff in the papers about me today?”

Melissa said she hadn’t, and when I explained the circumstances behind my call she went quiet.

“I was there last night,” she said eventually. “I wasn’t partying like the rest of them because I’ve got a photo-shoot today. It seemed weird at the time,” she added, “but I wasn’t really paying much attention. There was the usual asshole paparazzi hanging around outside the club, but inside there was one guy with a small camera who was taking photos. None of the security bothered him either, which is why I noticed. Then I saw he was with that girl who works for Damien Taylor, you know, your director guy.” She went off at a tangent at the mention of Damien’s name. “Now he’s sexy,” Melissa purred. “OK, he’s older, but so
hawt
! You should make a move on him, Kylie.”

“I know what you mean,” I replied, steering Melissa back onto the reason for my call. “But you say this guy was taking pictures of Alexandra Eagleton? Damien’s assistant, is that right?”

“That’s her,” Melissa confirmed. If the papers say it’s you, they’ve got the wrong lady ‘cause he was taking photos of her, Alexandra what’s-her-name.”

I chatted to Melissa for a minute, not wanting to be rude to her but inside my head I was screaming.

Oh my God! It was Alexandra in those photos!

But why? Why would Alexandra be involved with one of Jenny’s plots?

The spider incident came rushing back. Alexandra had suggested the scene in the first place. But how could she possibly know about my phobia? Of course, the answer to that was also obvious. Jenny knew about my fear of spiders.

Then I recalled the oddly pleased look on Alexandra’s face when I’d turned to look at her as Damien gently led me off the spider set.

Jenny had told Alexandra who had then engineered the whole debacle.

Jenny I could understand, she’d want to ruin it all for me out of spiteful jealousy, but what was Alexandra’s angle? Was Alexandra trying to get Damien for herself?

Then panic set in when I realized that she’d followed Damien out of the office. She’d deliberately planted the tabloid so Damien would see it, and then, when he’d stormed out – which she could have bet a year’s salary would be his reaction – she followed after him. This could be her chance. She could be on hand to offer comfort, and I could imagine what kind of comforting that would involve.