The Billionaire's Sextape: An Adult Billionaire Romance (4 page)

              “I’ll try.”

              “Oh, you talk such nonsense, boy. I know you won’t. You’ll be happy to know that I made double the amount tonight so you can take this home and have enough food to eat for the next two nights.”

James went over and hugged her. “Oh Martha. You’re the best.”

She laughed, “Yes I am. And don’t you forget it.”

              “What’s the special ingredient, Martha?” he asked her, just as he always did.

              “Love!” she said and laughed.

She started to walk off and James’s father stopped her, “Aren’t you going to join us?”

              “No. That’s okay. You two can have dinner together. I’ll eat in my room. Really, it’s fine. You two can catch up.”

              “Nonsense. Set up a place for yourself at the table and join us. And you know I won’t take no for an answer, so you might as well just do it.”

James laughed as he watched the two of them. They had this same argument every time that he came over. Finally she sighed and went to fetch her plate. But James saw her smiling, so he knew that she wanted to join them. And when the three of them sat together, it was like they were a happy little family. Martha was the only mother  he’d ever had. Afterwards, she handed him a bag filled with food and snacks and told him to come back again soon.

              “I will, Martha. I promise.”

              “And no more partying, okay? You’re a good boy, James. But I know that only your father and I can see that. The rest of the world sees you as a party boy who just wants to throw his money around. That part is true, too. But sometimes – let them see the part that we see, too. Okay?”

Martha was the only person in the world who could put James in his place. He looked down at his feet and promised that he’d try harder. Then he kissed both Martha and his father goodbye and went home. He was feeling good when he got home, determined even to  try to make something out of his life. But the moment he got walked in, he got a message from Tom saying
Meet me for a drink? The local?
And immediately he forgot his resolve and went out.

Tom was sitting at the same table as the last time, and he already had a beer waiting for him.

              “Beer?” he asked, handing one to James.

              “Thanks man! Ah, this is just what I feel like. I just came back from my father’s place. Martha refuses to give me alcohol still. She gave me orange juice.”

              “Ah! Martha! I miss her. Did she make you something delicious? I don’t even know if I want to know. I grabbed a quick burger on the way here and it was awful.”

              “Lasagna!”

Tom groaned, “Oh, I’d kill for some. She makes the best lasagna! I don’t know what the hell she does to her food, but everything she makes is perfect.”

              “I know. And of course I got some to take home.”

              “You have the best parents!”

James laughed, “She’s not my mom!”

              “Uh… well duh! But she sort of is.”

              “My father wants you guys to all come for dinner next week.”

              “Oh, I’m in. I’m already drooling at the thought of that food. I wonder if she’ll give me some to take home, too.”

              “You know she will. Hey, so how was the other night? You know… at Betsy’s?”

A dreamy look came across Tom’s face, and he suddenly looked far away. “Ah… it was good. I was hoping to see you when I came out, but you were gone. Where did you go?”

              “I’ll tell you after. Tell me what happened with you first. And Marco.”

              “Well, we got taken to a room where we could choose the girl we wanted. I’ve never done that before. It was incredibly intimidating. And all the girls were so beautiful. I’ve never seen girls like that before.

I already knew which girl I wanted. I had spotted her when they were doing that dance. I’m not sure if you remember her. She was the girl that was much shorter than the others. She had short, pixie-like hair.”

              “Oh yeah – she was gorgeous,” James lied. He’d only had eyes for Lilah that night. Delightful Delilah, as he’d started calling her in his head. He’d been having trouble thinking about anything else.

              “Marco took a bit longer. You know him. He was super nervous, and he didn’t want to offend one girl by choosing another. But he finally chose some tall, exotic-looking woman. She was much taller than him, but he obviously loved that. Then we were each taken to separate rooms where we spent the best half hour of our lives.”

              “Did you have sex with her?” James was curious suddenly. He had no idea how it all worked. He’d just been given a bill and had paid without knowing what he was paying for.

              “No, but we did a lot of other things!”

              “Nice!”

              “Listen, that’s why I wanted to see you tonight. I just wanted to say thanks. I know that night must have cost you a small fortune. And yes, I know you have money, but still – it was nice of you. So… beer’s on me. I can’t afford much else, but thanks. It was good to at least pretend that I was rich for a night.”

James grinned and lifted up his beer. “No problem at all. And thanks for the beer. Appreciate it.”

              “So, what happened to you that night?”

              “Well, I also chose a girl. Had a bit of fun and went home. I didn’t see you guys, so I assumed you were either still busy or you’d gone home.” James wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to tell him that he’d taken Lilah home. And suddenly he wanted to change the subject. “So… any news on Elton?”

              “No, I haven’t actually heard from him. I’m assuming the night went well. Hey, there’s the waitress. Should we ask her?”

              “Nah, let’s ask Barman Bob instead. Elton will freak if he knows we spoke to her.” They called over Barman Bob who said that, as far as he knew, things had gone very well. The waitress, Ashley, hadn’t actually said anything but had blushed like crazy when he had mentioned it. They ordered another round of beers and cheered for their friend, who was finally taking control of his life.

              “It’s about time!” James said.

Two beers later, James got up. “I think I’m going to head home. It must be the lasagna mixed with the beer, but all I want is my bed. Thanks for the beer. I’ll call Elton tomorrow, and maybe we can all meet up at my place later this week again.”

              “For a western?” Tom teased.

James groaned. “Anything but that. Although I might tell Marco that just to get him over.”

James walked home, feeling slightly unstable on his feet despite only having had three beers. He wasn’t usually such a lightweight. He turned the key, only to find that his door was already unlocked.
Did I forget to lock it when I went out?
he wondered.

That was unusual for him. It wasn’t that he lived in an unsafe neighborhood, but he had far too many valuables inside to ever leave the door unlocked. He walked tentatively inside and noticed that the light in his living room was on.

              “Hello? Anyone there?” he called out.

He stopped short when he saw his ex-girlfriend sitting on the couch.

              “Tammy! What are you doing here?”

              “I came to see you. You’ve clearly been out having a good time. And who shouts ‘anyone there?’ – what if I was a burglar or something?”

              “Well, you’re not, so it doesn’t matter. And I just met up with Tom for a few drinks. And before that I went for dinner at my father’s. So, not exactly out partying if that’s what you are implying. Not that it should matter to you, anyway.”

              “I’m not implying anything. We broke up, so you have the right to do whatever you want. It’s your life.” She was crossing and uncrossing her legs and giving James a great view the whole time. Then he realized that was probably her intention, so he stopped looking.

              “So, why are you here, Tammy? And how can you just let yourself in like that?”

              “What? Are you afraid that I’ll walk in on you having sex with another girl? Is that it?”

James looked at her and wondered what he had ever seen in her. Tammy had caught his eye the first time at a club. She’d been dancing seductively to the music and had locked eyes with him the moment he had walked in. She’d been wearing a dress that was so short he had actually wondered if she’d just put on a top.

He’d danced with her and taken her to a booth, where his fingers had easily found their way between her legs. She’d had a beautiful body and she’d been eager to please him. But, as it turned out, she didn’t have much going for her in the brains department.

And after two weeks with her, even the great sex couldn’t keep him interested. He’d broken up with her only a week ago, and he’d been trying to get his key back ever since.

              “No, Tammy. I’m not afraid of that. I just want my key back. We’re not a couple anymore, so you really shouldn’t have it.”

              “Why are you so nasty, James? You just used and abused me. And now you don’t even want me to visit.”

              “Seriously? Tammy, you just let yourself into my house. Who does that?”

              “Well you
did
give me a key!”

James knew she was right. He’d given her a key after only a week of being with her, and he had regretted it ever since.

              “Fine. I gave you a key. So… are you here to give it back to me?”

              “I’m here to give it back to you. Because you’re an idiot, James. An idiot! I don’t know what I ever saw in you. I came to say goodbye, and I came to take all the things that belonged to me.”

James noticed the bag next to her and wondered what was inside. He’d seen some of her things lying around, which meant that she had gone through his entire house looking for things.

He wondered if he should demand to see what was inside. After all, there was a chance she might have also decided to steal something of his. He had a lot of very expensive things that could make her a lot of money. But he knew that it would only cause a scene, and he wasn’t quite sure if she was even smart enough to think that far ahead.

              “Fine. So… did you get everything?”

              “I did.”

              “So, will you leave now, please?”

              “I’ll leave. But James?”

              “Yeah?”

              “One final kiss?”

              “Are you serious?”

              “I’m serious.”

He looked at her then. Her body squeezed into yet another tiny dress. He walked up to her, pulled her toward him, and then kissed her. When he pulled away, she started moving down his body, unzipping his jeans.

              “No, Tammy, what are you doing?”

              “Just one last time. For old times’ sake, James.” And before he could say anything else, she had taken his cock into her mouth and was sucking it until he hardened inside of her. It didn’t take long for him to come. But instead of the intense pleasure he normally felt, he actually felt a strange sense of guilt.

              “Thank you Tammy.”

              “Should I stay?” she asked. She suddenly seemed so vulnerable to him, and he reminded himself how much she usually annoyed him.

              “No. You should go.”

              “So, that’s it then? We’re still over?”

              “We’re still over.”

              “You really are a bastard. You know that, James?”

He sighed, “I know.”

Chapter3

“Did you really go home with that cute guy the other day?”

              “Yeah, I did. He paid well,” Delilah was telling Melissa. The two of them were sitting at Delilah’s home in the late afternoon before their work shift began. Delilah’s place was close to their work, and Melissa came by often so that the two of them could spend some quality time together.

              “I bet he did. He looked so familiar, too. Do you think he’s famous?”

              “I don’t know. I thought the same thing, but I couldn’t quite place him. Maybe he’s a movie star and I didn’t even know it. You know what it’s like – those guys always look different in real life.” Delilah had wondered the whole night where she had known his face from.

She only knew his name, and James was such a common name that looking it up would bring too many results. She had considered asking her boss tonight as she had probably seen his credit card or something. Not that it really mattered who he was – it didn’t make a difference to her – but still, it would be interesting to know.

It was always interesting to see the type of men that went to their establishment. Often, it wasn’t the type of men they would assume would go. The big and boisterous types were more talk than anything else. Most of the time it was the quiet ones that she ended up with. But James had certainly not been quiet.

              “Yeah, but he was gorgeous up close, too, wasn’t he?” Melissa was saying.

              “He was. Thankfully. I mean… and I hate saying this… but I actually quite enjoyed myself for a change.” Delilah looked guiltily at Melissa. Melissa was always telling her to try to enjoy herself. She said it just made the job easier. But Delilah had always battled to separate herself from her job. She couldn’t pretend as well as the other girls – even though she’d been doing the job for far longer than she had ever wanted to.

It was easier than when she had first started, but she still couldn’t completely let go of the idea that it wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life. There were a few girls at Betsy’s who had decided that they didn’t want to ever do anything else – and
that
was something she couldn’t understand.

              “Finally! I knew you’d enjoy it one day. And it’s obvious you would with such a cute guy. Look, Lilah, don’t feel guilty. Okay? Because I can see in your face that you do. I know this is just a job, and it’s not exactly something we’re proud of.

But we’re doing this in order to eventually get to the point where we can do something we’re proud of. You’re not a bad person because of this. And don’t say that you are because then you’ll be calling me a bad person too. Every now and again, if you enjoy yourself doing it, that’s actually a good thing. You can’t be miserable every day.”

Delilah sighed and looked at Melissa. When they had first met, Delilah thought that Melissa was one of the prettiest and cutest girls she had ever seen. She had a cute button-like nose, big brown eyes, and a tiny body that was so childlike. She looked like someone who needed to be protected from the big, bad world.

Yet lately, Delilah had noticed how tired Melissa was now looking. How weathered she was from all of it. Her eyes were still big and brown, but they looked like they had seen too much. Delilah reached out and squeezed her hand. She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to do any of this without her.

              “You’re not a bad person. Neither am I. That’s not what I’m saying. But when are we ever going to get out of this? I mean… both of us came into this job saying that it wouldn’t be forever. And yet here we are – years later – and we’re still here. I’ve tried to find other work, but nobody will take me without any experience. And most of the time I’m just too damn tired to go out there and look for anything.

I feel like I’m wasting my life away. We both deserve better than this, Melissa. Do you sometimes think that we’ve made it worse for ourselves by getting into this in the first place?”

Melissa looked at her with eyes that were close to tears. But they both knew that she would never cry. She’d cried too many times, and her tears had now run dry.

              “I don’t know, Lilah. I don’t know. Sometimes. Of course I do. I try not to think about it too much because then I get so angry at myself. I tried to get another job, but they all paid too little and demanded too much. I needed money fast, and this seemed the only way.

We’re both in the same boat. We did this to get ourselves out of a sticky situation. And now that we’re almost out of it, we’re scared to go back out there in the real world. And I don’t know… sometimes it doesn’t seem all that bad. I mean… there are worse jobs out there, don’t you think?”

              “I guess. I’m sure there are. But it doesn’t mean we should be settling on this job just because we’re scared. Why don’t we both try together? Like, we look for jobs together – go for interviews together. Maybe we can help each other through the situation. We can still work at Betsy’s until then.”

              “Yeah. Maybe. But what are we going to say we’ve been doing with our lives? Because they’re going to ask us, you know.”

              “I don’t know.”

              “Me neither.”

              “And I cannot go through an embarrassing interview again, you know,” Melissa added. Melissa had once gone for an interview that had actually gone incredibly well until the boss started saying that he was sure he knew her from somewhere. She had, of course, denied it and said that she just had one of those familiar faces. But as she had gotten up to leave, he had remembered.

After that, he had said that she could get the job as long as she didn’t mind doing special favors for him. She’d walked out in so much anger that she hadn’t gone to another interview for months. To this day, she still freaked out every time she had to talk to someone who wasn’t from work, in case they recognized her.

              “I know,” Delilah said.

They both went silent for a while. Most of the time when they got together before work they spoke about trivial things – movies, music, the other girls at Betsy’s. They never really spoke about anything of importance. And they certainly never spoke about their life situation.

It was just so much easier to pretend. But lately it was all that Delilah could think about, and now that she had spoken to Melissa, she knew that it was probably all that Melissa could think about too. But they both had no idea what to do about it.

              “So… should we lighten the mood? Have you watched any good movies lately? I saw such a good one last night, and I’ve been dying to tell you about it.”

Delilah sat back and let Melissa talk. It was easier this way. It was just too hard to think about anything else, especially when they felt this trapped. Delilah knew that they had gotten themselves into this situation – whether they had needed to or not. She knew that there was nobody to blame but herself.

Delilah hadn’t exactly planned to become a stripper. That wasn’t quite the biggest dream of her life. Her dream had always been to become a novelist. She had novels in her head that were bursting to come out.

But first she wanted to go to college. She wanted a degree to fall back on, in case she didn’t make it as a novelist. Although if she didn’t make it, she knew she still wanted to do something with the English language. She used to live and breathe words.

If she wasn’t writing in her journal, she was reading, and her room used to have more books than clothes when she was growing up. She’d even applied to get into college and had been accepted. For a time, she’d thought that nothing was going to get in the way of her dreams.

Soon, she even wondered if perhaps becoming an English professor was even better than becoming a novelist herself. The thought of teaching others the English language thrilled her. She’d decided that she’d do both. Nothing was going to stop her.

Her parents had also been so supportive of her. They’d been struggling financially, so she’d taken a part-time job as a waitress to help pay toward her college tuition, but they had insisted that they would still be paying for her.

She wasn’t sure how they were going to ever afford to do so, but she supposed it was something that they had been planning for. She knew that things weren’t easy for them, but they were good parents, so she wasn’t surprised that they would put her first.

But on April 1
st
– an April Fool’s Day that she would never forget and a holiday that she would never again find funny – everything changed. Delilah had been out with her friends – spending frivolous time at the mall – when she received a phone call from the police. Her parents had been in a car accident.

They told her to stay where she was and said that they would be there to fetch her. She couldn’t understand why they were coming to pick her up. . She kept telling herself that it was just protocol. That everything was going to be fine.

She stayed at the mall with her friends for what felt like the longest half hour of her life. Her friends also told her that there was nothing to worry about. But the moment she saw the cop’s face, she knew that nothing was ever going to be fine again.

              “Miss Turner, we are very sorry to inform you that your parents did not survive,” a cop with a kind face told her. She wondered afterward if they had specifically chosen this cop to speak to her because of that kind face.  She looked more like a doting mother than a police woman, and for some reason that had infuriated Delilah.

              “What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean?” Her words had gotten increasingly louder. Her voice didn’t even sound like her own. A shrill panic ran through them.

              “I’m so sorry, Miss Turner. Delilah. They did not survive.”

              “They’re dead?” Delilah had wanted to hear the words. Only hearing those words would make her believe them.

              “I’m afraid so.”

              “Why can’t you say it!” she had screamed.

              “What do you mean?” The cop had looked confused.

              “Why can’t you say they’re dead? They’re not dead if you can’t say it.”

A pained looked crossed the cop’s face, and she had reached over to grab Delilah’s hand. But Delilah pulled away. “Your parents are dead. I am so terribly sorry for your loss.”

They were dead. The words had been said. Everything that Delilah had known to be true about the world had suddenly come crashing down around her. She was too young to have her parents taken away from her. Too young.

After that, she had finally allowed herself to cry, and she’d let the kind-faced police woman hug her. Then she had gone home to a house that was too big and too quiet by herself. The police had offered to put her up in a hotel room for the night, but she had said there was no point.

But that first night, by herself, she’d wished that she had taken them up on their offer.  She had just turned eighteen, and she had the right to stay at home should she want to. But that night she felt lonelier than ever, and she wished that she had been a child so that they would have forced her to stay with someone.

She slept in the living room that night, with all of the blankets piled up on top of her. She couldn’t bear to look at her parents’ bedroom, but for some reason she couldn’t even bear to be in her own. She spent the whole night willing the morning to come.

After that, it was just more bad news after more bad news. As if she didn’t already have her parents’ deaths to deal with, she had also been called by a lawyer to take her through the financial issues that her parents had been having.

The man was kind but very matter of fact. It was obvious that he was used to dealing with numbers more than with people. For some reason, Delilah had quite liked that about him. He wasn’t at all patronizing and had treated her like an adult. He explained the situation to her.

Her parents had still owed money on their house – far more than Delilah had even thought possible. They still owed money on their car – again, quite a lot. They owed money to the bank, after taking out more than one loan throughout the years, which Delilah knew had been to help raise her.

              “What about my college fees?” she had asked. Her voice had come out soft and meek. He may have been treating her like an adult, but in that moment, she felt more like a child than ever before. Especially because her parents had been keeping her so much in the dark.

She thought about everything they’d bought her. When she had asked for something, she had always gotten it. She had the latest phone, which felt as if it were burning a hole inside her pocket at that moment.

She had a wall filled with books. She even had a bicycle, which she knew had not been cheap. Why had they not just told her the truth rather than taken out loan after loan that they could not repay?  She was both grateful to them and angry at them at the same time.

              “I’m terribly sorry, Delilah. They had been in conversations with the bank to get a loan for it, but it was turned down because of all the money they already owed. They obviously hadn’t told you yet because they were trying to make a plan. You know what they were like – they always tried to make a plan.”

              “I can’t pay to go to college?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her parents had told her that she didn’t even need the waitress job. They had told her that they were sorting it all out for her. And she had believed them.