Billionaire's Redemption

by M T Stone

  Last, I click over to recent calls to confirm that it was indeed Dad who called repeatedly just before eight this morning. One of the calls was from Sage and the other two from an unfamiliar Manhattan number. My voicemail is still full, so I debate for just a second or two before clicking Sage’s number. “Hi, Blake,” she answers, sounding upset.

  “I saw you called. Is everything okay?” I ask, wondering which direction this conversation would go.

  “Cory has been trying to call you,” she whispers. “So when he got in the shower, I just wanted to warn you.”

  “Warn me?” I feel my eyes roll, knowing exactly what’s going to come out of her mouth next.

  “I had to tell him,” she squeaks as she begins to cry. “I felt so guilty.”

  Fuck. This is exactly why I never hook up with women who are already in a relationship of some kind. They always tell the other person. Sage seemed like sort of a drama queen, so right when she mentioned Cory, I knew this would be the result. “So, you told him that we spent twenty-four hours in the Bahamas and basically fucked each other’s brains out?”

  “Well, I wasn’t quite that crude about it,” she scoffs. “I just told him that after spending the weekend with you, I’m feeling torn. I like him and all, but I honestly can’t get you out of my head.”

  “So now he’s calling me?” I ask, hearing a deep male voice in the background.

  “He just got out of the shower,” she says nervously. “He wants to talk to you.”

  There is a scuffling sound, and he says something to her under his breath as the phone passes between them. “Is this Blake?” he asks harshly.

  “It is. I assume you’re Cory,” I reply, stating the obvious. In only three words, I am already pre-judging the intellect of the guy. The guy is good looking and built like a brick shit house, but he has the voice of the grade school bully, the guy who used to pick on me in fifth grade.

  “I’m so fucking pissed, man. You have no idea.” He pauses so all I hear is heavy breathing into the phone. “I didn’t sleep a wink last night and we play the Seahawks tonight.”

  “Hey, I’m sorry, man. Sage never mentioned anything about having a boyfriend until midway though the flight back,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t mess around with women who are in relationships. That is a steadfast rule of mine. It leads to shit like this.”

  “You’ve ruined her, man,” he says in a hushed voice, talking as if he doesn’t want Sage to hear. “Whatever you did to her . . . I don’t know, man. This is fucked up.”

  “All you have to do is start paying a little more attention. Take your time, give her a chance to warm up a little before getting down to business,” I suggest, trying to give him a few quick pointers. “Women want to feel loved. They don’t just want to fuck, roll over, and go to sleep like guys do. You’ve got to work it a little.”

  “Well, she’s talking like she’s more interested in dating you than me now,” he says with an undertone of rage returning to his voice. “If I could get my hands on you right now—”

  “Hey. Like I said, this isn’t my fault. In fact, ask her to see a copy of the contract she signed last week. She swore that she was single and unattached. She also swore that she wouldn’t talk about anything that went on between the two of us,” I tell him, pausing for effect. “She is in direct violation of the nondisclosure agreement.”

  “She actually signed a contract?” he asks, seeming completely shocked by the formality of it all.

  “Yes, and she was also tested for HIV, Hep-C and the whole array of STDs,” I add for emphasis. “You’ll be glad to know she was completely clean.”

  “I can’t believe she did all of this behind my back,” he replies, now sounding more hurt than angry. “I guess she really wanted to be with you.”

  “Well, if it helps, you can let her know that as of last night, I’m off the market,” I inform him. “There will be no more trips with former interns. You can tell her that the only person I will be spending time with is Kayla, the woman she knows as my executive assistant.” There’s a moment of silence at the other end of the line as Cory is apparently still processing everything that I’ve told him.

  “So dating you isn’t an option?” he finally asks, still obviously concerned that she will choose me over him.

  “No. That was never an option. It’s in the contract.” I let out a sigh, knowing that once Cory sees the contract for himself, there will be no questions about my intent. “I wish you both the best. Sage is a beautiful girl who just made a mistake. I hope you guys can get past it.”

  “Thanks, man,” he replies before hanging up. I click into recent calls and block both numbers. Those two can figure it out on their own. I’m sure as hell not getting in the middle of it. I’ve got enough shit to figure out in my own life.

  “You handled that like a pro,” Kayla says, coming up from behind me and slipping her arms around me. She kisses me on the cheek and nuzzles me with her warm nose. “That airtight contract of yours saved your ass again.” She giggles. “I can’t believe you didn’t make me sign one last night.”

  I glance back at her, flashing a smile and shaking my head. “Yeah, I’m off into uncharted territory on this one. I didn’t even make you submit to the standard STD screening.”

  “Well, to put your mind at ease,” she says, coming around my chair and taking a seat on my knee, “I got tested right after I broke up with Ron. Truthfully, the reason I broke up with him is because he had been cheating on me the whole time we were dating.”

  “Ron? The cardboard cutout CPA guy? HE was cheating on YOU?” My mind is completely blown. “You are so far out of his league that it doesn’t even seem possible. I can’t even believe he got you to fuck him, much less multiple women.”

  “Once we single girls start approaching our mid-thirties, we start to get a little crazy,” she replies with a sad look in her eyes. “He’s really good at preying upon those insecurities.”

  “If I ever run into that guy . . .” I punch my fist into my other hand.

  “Don’t worry about it, Blake. After last night, I will never give him or anyone else another thought.” She leans in and gives me a kiss. “Did I hear you say that you’re off the market?”

  “I’m definitely off the market. As long as you want me to be,” I add as a qualifying condition.

  “Yes. Absolutely,” she replies, leaning in to give me a long, sensual kiss. “But, I’m still a little unsure as to why you would give up that perfect system of acquiring beautiful young women just to be with me.”

  “Because I love you. I don’t think you realize just how long I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses. I still had hope that it would happen eventually, but you definitely held out a lot longer than I ever expected. I thought for sure that when I started taking ex-interns to the Bahamas, it would make you jealous enough to say something. Instead, you kept on dating guys like Ron,” I tell her, feeling a deep pang of sadness.

  “I never thought you would be happy with me . . . in the long run, I mean.” Her lips curl into a frown. “I never wanted to risk losing you completely. I would be lost without you. I would seriously have to move away and try to start over someplace new.”

  “You’re never going to have to worry about losing me,” I assure her, squeezing her tight. “By the way, I rejected your resignation for the moment.” I grab the document off the counter and show it to her. “Can we keep things on the down low for a month or so? I really need your help to get through October.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says, sealing it with another kiss. “I’ve pretended not to be in love with you around the office for the last ten years, so I can easily handle another month.”

  We’ve both been pretending for the last ten years, but I know it’s not going to be easy to keep my feelings hidden for long. I’ve always loved the way she looks in those little pantsuits and high heels that she wears to the office. It’s going to be hard to keep from being distracted by that sweet
round ass of hers now that I’ve spent some intimate time with it. My cock begins to get hard again just thinking about it. I’ve always had a strong libido, but this is getting a little out of control.

  Chapter 9

  Blake

  I reach for the remote and click to play a sexy ass playlist that I threw together a while ago when I was in one of those sentimental moods. The smooth sound of Luther Vandross instantly sets the mood as his voice fills the room. One look in your eyes and there I see, just what you mean to me. Here in my heart, I believe, your love is all I’ll ever need . . . A smile crosses my lips as I see the immediate reaction in Kayla’s eyes.

  “You are too much,” she says, giving me a seductive look and straddling my lap. “Am I really this lucky, or is this all part of your normal panty-melting routine?”

  “Believe me, I’ve never played Here and Now for anyone else,” I tell her honestly, kissing her full, pink lips. “I want you to really listen to the words, because this is how I feel. Your love is all I need.” She lets out a small whimper and kisses me hungrily. I untie her robe and slip my hands inside. My mind begins calculating how long it’s been since I talked to Jay. “One second, baby. I’ve got to send Jay a text.” I send him a quick message just to leave it out on the porch with the bill, tip included.

  Something tells me this will be the most expensive breakfast ever, but it doesn’t make a bit of difference to me. I’ve been waiting for a morning like this for nearly two decades. It’s so amazing to be sitting here with Kayla in nothing but a couple of bath robes. “I’m really glad you cleared my schedule. I could see spending the whole week out here with you.”

  “Well, I wasn’t really planning on staying, so I have a swimsuit and only one set of clean clothes,” she says with a cute little smile crossing her lips. “But I guess I haven’t needed any clothes yet.”

  “You probably won’t.” I growl, playfully biting at her neck. “Swimsuit by day and birthday suit after dark. I’m perfectly fine with that. Keep those clothes for the ride home.”

  Kayla

  Blake hooks his arms under my legs and rises from the chair. He ignores the buzzing of his phone as he turns toward the living room and carries me back toward the blankets in front of the fireplace where this intense love affair began. I wrap my legs around his waist as he bends over and lowers my shoulders to the floor. He immediately drops to his knees, grabbing the lapels of my robe and exposing my already hardening nipples. Shedding his own robe, he goes directly to my breasts and begins teasing each nipple with his hot lips and tongue. I instantly feel a warm sensation between my legs as my pussy immediately responds to his touch.

  “Mmm, you’re already as excited as me,” he coos, running a finger along my slit while continuing to suck my nipples.

  “Yeah, this feels amazing,” I reply, already feeling breathless. The sensations that are coursing through my body are absolutely amazing. It feels like my nipples are somehow connected to my clit as he starts working it while his lips travel back and forth between my two completely hard, overly sensitive nipples. “Oh, God, that’s amazing.” Even the sound of Blake’s phone repeatedly vibrating against the granite countertop fails to disrupt the overwhelming rush of incredible sensations. The sound of another old romantic song fills the room. Once again, I find myself unable to believe that I actually kept this incredible man at arm’s length for so long.

  I feel my breath catch as his finger is replaced by that huge, swollen head of his. “I’m sorry, but I’m obsessed with these incredible nipples of yours.” He continues to roll my left one between his lips as he slowly pushes inside me, just enough to leave me yearning for more. He moves to the other nipple and begins giving me his cock in slow, short, teasing strokes that cause an immediate burst of heat to flush my cheeks.

  “You’re killing me,” I mutter as he continues to go back and forth between my breasts while playing just inside my opening. That big head of his is hitting me in a very sensitive spot. My attention is fully drawn to it despite the fact that I can definitely hear a helicopter flying overhead.

  “It’s just our breakfast,” Blake says, looking up for just a second before going back to the sexual magic he is performing on me.

  He actually slows the motion of his hips and keeps his strokes deliberately short as he draws my left nipple deep into his mouth. Another song that I recognize from my youth plays in the background as my legs begin to tremble and an incredible wave of pleasure washes over me. Sensing my impending orgasm, he reaches back, hooking my legs with his arms and opening me up completely before plunging into me. “Oh, God . . . oh, God!” I cry as the sudden change of pace catches me completely off-guard and plunges me right into an incredible state of overwhelming bliss.

  He seems to be making up for lost time as he hungrily kisses my neck and continues to delve as deeply as possible into me. He’s actually growling as he spreads my legs even wider, reaching depths within me that have never been touched. Several long strokes later, I am shaken from this blissful state by the distinct sound of keys rustling on a keychain. Just seconds later, a shadow strikes the wall, portending an abrupt end to an incredible morning interlude. “Somebody’s here!” I blurt out in a panic, reaching for the second blanket and slinging it across his back in an effort to quickly cover as much of us as possible.

  “What in the hell?” his mother’s shrill voice immediately cuts through the wonderfully romantic ambience that we had viewed as an impenetrable cocoon until this very second. Blake unhooks from my legs and falls to my side, pulling up the blanket to cover my now exposed breasts. “You two? Since when?” she asks with a shocked look of horror on her face.

  “Hey, Mom. What the hell are you doing here?” Blake asks with an angry tone to his voice.

  “Well, this is still our place, right?” she huffs, looking for the button on the remote to shut off the music. “I had Jimmy call the flight center to see if anyone was coming out today, and they told him that someone was flying out with breakfast for the two of you. So I rode along. I tried to call you several times on the way here.” She glances at his phone lying on the counter. “Anyway, here is your breakfast.” She sets the two brown bags down on the counter.

  “I obviously didn’t hear the phone. I guess we were busy,” he replies with a roll of his eyes.

  “You just completely ruined that song for me,” she scoffs. “You know it’s one of my all-time favorites. And is that my favorite blanket? My aunt Cindy made that for me!” She takes a step toward us before catching herself and stopping in her tracks.

  “I’m sorry. Can you go out on the patio for a couple of minutes and check the flowers or something?” he asks, expressing exactly what I was thinking.

  “Yes, I’ll definitely check the flowers and the entire yard, maybe even the shoreline. You just come get me when the two of you are decent. I’m going to have to eat one of those croissants to settle my stomach after what I just witnessed.” Her heels click firmly across the marble floor as she makes her way to the patio door.

  “Oh, my fucking luck . . .” I gasp as the door clicks shut behind her. “I’m mortified! I’m never going to be able to look her in the eyes again!”

  “Ahh!” he scoffs, waving his hand. “We’re old enough to have sex whenever and wherever we feel like it.” He stands up in all of his naked glory before bending over to grab his robe. “I think she was mainly pissed about the blanket. I didn’t realize that aunt Cindy made it.” He cringes as he picks it up and begins to fold it.

  “Well, I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. You and your mother can have breakfast.” I tie my robe and head toward the master bedroom. “Come get me when the coast is clear.”

  “I will,” he replies with a chuckle.

  As if any of anything about this is funny. Good God!

  Blake

  Kayla heads straight for the shower, and after contemplating for a couple of seconds, I decide to join her. I need to rinse off before grabbing a fresh pair of swim t
runks and a clean shirt. Mom can use a little sunshine. It looks like another beautiful day.

  “I wasn’t done yet,” I whisper as I surprise her from behind.

  “You get out of here,” she snaps with wide eyes. “I’ve had enough surprises for one morning. Now get!”

  “I’m teasing,” I assure her. “I just wanted to rinse off before getting dressed. Just put on your swimsuit after you shower. I’ll see if someone can get the catamaran out for us. It’ll be a beautiful afternoon to go sailing.”

  “Okay, whatever. You just get out of here and get rid of your mother.” She stands there glaring at me, still looking completely defensive.

  “You’re even beautiful when you’re angry,” I tell her, soaping up and rinsing off. I run my hands through my hair, wetting it, but I decide that it will have to be good enough. Kayla’s mood is growing darker with each passing minute. She’s always been a little leery of Mom. With good reason. “I still love you,” I whisper, blowing her a kiss on the way out of the shower.

  I can’t help but smile as I towel off and grab some fresh clothes from the drawer. It has been a long time since I did anything to shock my mother. I think it was about time. I wouldn’t want her to get too comfortable with the idea that her youngest has completely grown up.

  Chapter 10

  Blake

  Mom is still a bit stunned as we sit down to share a little breakfast. She glances around the room, either looking for signs of Kayla or to see if anything else is out of place. She takes one of the croissants and slathers it with jam, her lips pursed tightly together and her eyes fluttering as if she is debating what she wants to say.