by Anna Collins
"Aww fuck!" He moaned, agreeing with me.
He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and rammed into me, clearly wanting to take advantage of new positions we could be in. He could get a lot deeper this way, and it felt so fucking good! My moans got louder.
"OOH," I yelled.
He took a fist full of my hair and squeezed tight, making my head tilt back, and my cries come up my throat a lot clearer.
"Ouch" I gridded out, and he sped his thrusts up even more. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
"OH Freya!" He yelled.
He let go of my hair and pushed down on my back to make me go down. My ass was in the air, and my face smothered in his pillow. Once I was down he slapped my ass so hard, it stung, and I cried out.
"AW YES!" He cried.
I could tell by how loud and fast he was moaning that he was going to cum soon. So I quickly sat up and pushed on his chest. He laughed a bit when he realized what I wanted and laid down on his back for me. I laid flat on him, and he smiled and wrapped his arms tight around my back when I went in for a kiss. I worked my lips down his chest and kissed it all over. As I sat up straight, he followed me and sucked hard on my nipples for a minute then lay back again. I adjusted myself onto his dick and started bouncing on it with everything I had.
"AW YEAH! AWW FUCK YEAH!" He cried louder.
My hair had fallen all over my face. I bowed my head and in one quick motion, flipped it all behind me and switched from bouncing on him to grinding back and forth just as fast and holding onto his chest for support.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" I screamed to the ceiling.
He started bucking his hips up and down, humping me back as I started to orgasm.
He growled as he started to cum too.
We came in perfect harmony. My nails dug into his chest, and his mouth was stuck in an "O" shape as we made indescribable noises. His grip on my hips tightened, and he roughly pulled me down as he made a few last thrusts. We came down from our euphoria, and I leaned down for some last lazy kisses. I laid my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my back.
"Sis, wake up. We have a flight to catch," Rick's loud yelling caused me to open my eyes, and I found out that I was fully clothed and was lying on my bed. Rick had been yelling from outside the door.
Yes! I had been dreaming! No one had been inside my room. I sighed in relief "Thank God," I muttered. But why did I dream about that dirty, slimy guy? YUCK! I was so disgusted that I wanted to throw up. It was all in his looks, he looked exactly like Robert, maybe that's why... I yelled and buried my face in my hands.
It was a nightmare. That's it. I decided to forget it. It meant nothing, he meant nothing to me. I repeated to myself.
Chapter Sixty
Freya
"I’m getting late, what do you want to show me?" I asked Rick as he took me to his room.
"Just sit on the sofa, I have a surprise for you," he smiled with excitement.
Hmm...With all that I have been through, including last night, I was done with surprises.
I was sitting for a while now and Rick had disappeared. What was wrong with that boy? I was now feeling very irritated and bored at the same time.
"Hey, Freya," Robert's voice made me jump and turn around.
Was it for real? Was I still dreaming? I clearly saw Robert Hudson standing and waving to me. He was wearing a black business suit and had that charming smile pasted on his face.
No, it was not him; it was that asshole, Zack.
Zack
I loved how her eyes got filled up with the tears of happiness as she laid the first glance on me. She actually thought that I was Robert Hudson. Maybe my walk ruined everything.
"Rick? What is all this?" She asked in a confused tone.
Rick smiled and patted on my shoulder, "he agreed to this, partly because of his financial needs and partly because he was touched by your story," he informed.
I wasted no time and walked up to...yes her name was Freya, "I am sorry, can we start over?" I asked.
Her face didn't give away much, she just nodded, "fine! As long as you keep this strictly professional," she stated.
"Professional?" I narrowed my eyes. Were we doing some kind of business deal?
"Yes, as I am going to pay you, you better think of me as your boss, and I will think of you as my employee, just an employee," she announced.
Okay, it totally looked like she was telling this to herself.
I chuckled, and scratched my head, "yes boss."
And she walked away, without turning or saying anything else.
I had this crazy feeling that she was about to break her own rules of professionalism. "This is going to be fun, right Robert?" I said as I winked to Robert Hudson, who was peeking at me from the mirror.
Billionaire Games - Book 7
Chapter Sixty-One
Joe Hudson sat on the cold bench, which was surrounded by several green branches. He was breathless, tired and weak; his soul was craving for a bit of light which he thought, he would never see. The darkness and hunger had almost killed him; he had no idea how to escape from these heavy trails of pine trees. He had tried a lot, but now he had no energy to fight this situation as he knew he was not strong enough to fight those powerful spells. It was strange how these spells were acting like a total stranger to him, while all he had done was to cherish them. When he thought that he had beaten all the odds, it came right back to him, to give him the bite of death.
"I don't want to die!" He shouted in a broken voice, aiming for the sky, with the last bit of hope that was left in his tearful eyes. His clothes were torn, his body was covered in mud and rashes, and he had no idea for how long he had been wandering in the dark forest with no food, no shelter. All he had drunk was some drops of dew offered from those tender green leaves.
Darkness had not yet surrendered into the light, yet he could see thick gray clouds that had veiled the sky. A hint of a smile appeared on his face as his blurred vision detected the image of the sky. He had been so busy running away that he had even forgotten to look at the sky. Even the tiny glance gave him hope that maybe everything was not over yet. He knew this was his karma; he had made people suffer, and now it was his turn. And at that moment he so wished that he hadn't teamed up with that wretched woman. She had shown him the dreams of glitter but hadn’t given him anything, except for ashes.
Soon a golden ray of sunlight fell on his face; it was timid, yet soothing and it reminded him of how life looked like.
"Rebecca! You trapped me in this endless forest and killed your own son. Don't forget that every night ends with a sunrise, and the sunlight which is going to kill you must be out there somewhere, finding a way to sneak in," he spoke in a breathless voice. As he tried to get up, his head spun, and he fell flat on the wet mud.
Zack
"Not even a single button, are you freaking kidding me?" I rolled my eyes at Shawn Hunt, my groomer as insisted by my ‘boss' Miss Freya Lawrence. This was a total insult to my manliness, dude! My style of dressing was kickass, but nothing seemed to impress my so called boss lady. How would she get impressed when she never even looked at me properly? She was too proud to let her eyes meet with mine. That seemed like a total insult. And what was with that cold shoulder? Couldn't she try to be nice to me?
Shawn gave me a look as if I did not belong to this planet. "Please, it's Armani, a real classy stuff. You wear it with a tie, there is no scope of showing any cleavage," Shawn explained as he sorted out those boring white and black shirts into the closet.
I rolled my eyes as he showed me all the clothes. Dude! Everything had freaking sleeves on them. There were no faded jeans or shiny black jackets with lots of silver chains on them. The clothing line mostly included suits, shirts, and blazers.
Shawn looked at me and gave me a mocking smile. What was he laughing at? He was also dressed in pathetic clothes; he was wearing a pink polo shirt and brown trousers. Come on bro! Who wears pink? When Rick introduced me to him, I had my full dou
bts that Shawn Hunt might be gay, but then I came to know that he was married to a girl.
So the current situation was like that, Miss Lawrence, yes I called her by her surname because that sounded more 'professional'. If she could do it, so could I. But something was wrong with her, and I could totally get it. Anyways, back to me. Miss Lawrence paid my debts and brought me to her farm house in Dallas. She wanted to keep me away from the limelight until I was ready to stand in place of Robert Hudson. That got me trapped in this well-decorated prison.
It was a beach house and would have been the perfect place for a honeymoon couple. The living room was filled with aquariums and white sculptures. Actually, I was rather confused. The "villa" was entrapped by shady leaves, like a personal hideout, but maybe Miss Lawrence wanted a beach house, so she made it look like that; in an entirely artificial way of course. The back yard was covered with white sand, and a pool was placed right in there to make it look like an actual sea beach. I must admit it was an innovative idea.
Maintaining the sea beach theme, the spacious rooms of the three-storied villa had sand like walls and shimmering white tiles. The balconies provided a beautiful view of trees and birds. It was a paradise for bird watchers.
Whatever it might be, I found it boring. Come on man, there was no fucking source of entertainment. On top of that, all my communication with the real world was cut off. She made me sign an actual NDA so that none of the information of her secret venture was out in public. She was not ready to believe in my verbal agreement. In fact, she was not ready to believe any words I spoke. She had doubts of her own ideas because according to her I was nothing like her Robert.
Man! I swear I didn't even want to be that guy. From what I had heard of him and seen his clips, he seemed to be pretty boring. All he did was business stuff, and the only sports he used to play were golf and boxing. Hmm...Boxing seemed interesting, but even the thought of playing golf and being in those extended business meetings, made me feel sleepy.
"Zack! Bro try out these, please. Otherwise, Freya will kill me with her words," Shawn frowned handling me a gray business suit.
I smirked, "why is everyone so scared of her? Yesterday Rick was also thanking the stars as he managed to reach here before Miss Lawrence. I haven't seen her saying or doing anything except for throwing a bunch of angry glares."
Shawn smiled, "we are not scared of her; we just don't want to disappoint her, that's it. That girl has gone through hell in her life, and we want to make things smooth for her."
I shook my head, "now she is making my life a living hell. If she weren't that gorgeous, I might as well hate her." I said as I looked at that piece of clothing. Shawn stepped forward and touched my shoulder, "why are you being so negative about it? You should be happy that God has chosen you to help someone. Have you ever felt the joy of giving?"
"Huh! Life has only fucked me up. I don't do good, it's not in me." I shrugged and went back to the other room. Damn! All this stuff was getting too heavy for me.
Freya
It had been almost a week since I visited this place. I had built it like a paradise, but now I was practically raising an exotic animal in it! Arghh! Zack! I kept cursing the moment I gave him my personal cell number; it was for emergency purposes only, but I guessed he didn't know the exact meaning of the word emergency.
He called me up at almost every hour and irritated me with his silly problems. His emergency calls sounded like "Miss Lawrence this shirt is too tight, what will I do now?" I so wanted to hit his head with a bat after listening to this, but all I could do was to gulp down my anger. At times like those, my own self-control powers surprised me.
I used to talk to him in a …it was not polite, but it could be said that I spoke to him in a rather ‘normal' way, where I used to ask him to address all his concerns at Rick. I had no idea how that offended him. He wanted me to be around him 24/7; he wanted me to be his shadow.
At first, I thought that maybe it was getting difficult for him to adjust to a situation like this, which was very natural. I would have freaked out if I was at his place, but slowly I realized that he was a bloody sadist. He got his kicks seeing me troubled, and all worked up like that. And he definitely enjoyed the fact that I couldn't yell at him, even if I wanted to.
And now here I was, sitting on the blue leather couch of my villa, waiting for him to show up. God! What had I become?
Shawn was sitting beside me; he was telling me that Zack still needed to lose almost 20lbs to get into the body structure of Robert, but he refused to cut down on the carbs. Where was I? In a PTA meeting at Kindergarten?
"Can't you do anything about those bloody tattoos on his body? They give me the creeps," I squinted my eyebrows.
Shawn laughed, "he is already disturbed about the clothes, so now if I tell him to remove his precious tattoos, he will stab me".
I looked up from the business magazine and sighed, "I hate this, and I don't even want to imagine that rowdy guy standing in the place of my Robert."
"It's not like we have a choice. We couldn't save Robert, but at least we can try and save his name from getting defamed" Shawn spoke softly.
"That's right, and I appreciate your help. Zack needs a lot of work, and I had no idea how to deal with him, but you took the responsibility of grooming him up". I smiled a bit, trying to change the topic because whenever anyone spoke about Robert, I had a tough time holding back the storm of emotions that was trapped in my heart. I couldn't afford to break down because if I did, I would never be able to pull myself up and get going. And right now, I had a sea of battles to fight.
I looked here and there but couldn't spot him. Seeing his face and recalling the fact that he was not my Robert was the most painful thing ever. Maybe that's the reason I called over Shawn from London to help me with the grooming process of Zack. I wanted to avoid seeing him as much as possible; that's why I only visited the farmhouse once in a week to check on Zack's progress.
Zack was very adamant and moody; he never listened to anyone. He always thought what he was doing was correct, and his arrogant 'I-know-it-all' attitude pissed me off like nothing else. He liked to think of himself as the king and had a problem with every instruction I gave. He was a total pain and the language! God! He couldn't even complete a sentence without using a slang word. And was there any word in the world that he couldn't make sound dirty? Jeez! He was a disaster in motion.
"Where is he? Has he learned anything?" I said with a disturbed expression on my face.
Shawn laughed.
I raised my eyebrows, "why are you laughing?"
"I like the annoyed face you make when you talk about him," he said.
"I don't even want to utter his name, but God has a habit of testing my patience, that's why He sent this weird creature in my life," I frowned.
"Can't find him," Rick exclaimed as he joined us in the living room.
"He disappeared again?" Shawn raised his voice and bit his tongue as I looked at him as if he regretted his words.
"Again?" I asked.
Rick and Shawn were exchanging looks.
"Come on guys, don't hide anything from me. Do you realize what a riot will be created if someone spots him in public? God! I'm gonna be so dead," I stood up and grabbed a fistful of my hair in tension.
"Umm...sis, he jumped out the balcony a couple of times before...but he always came back, so we didn't' inform you," Rick said slowly.
"Actually we didn't think of it as a big deal," Shawn added.
I gritted my teeth and paced around. "This guy! I knew he was trouble. My instincts kept telling me that he was not what he looked like. But I didn't care to listen to the voices in my head. Why did I make this huge mistake God!" I muttered.
"Sis, relax. I haven't checked the terrace yet, maybe he is out there smoking. Let me take a look," Rick ran upstairs.
"I hate him so much," I yelled.
"Tsk...tsk...I so wished I could say the same," his deep voice startled me. I turned back and sa
w him leaning on the door. And as our eyes met, he winked at me and he had that dirty teasing smile on his face. I stomped my foot and turned away.
"Ahh! This angry look. You have no idea how long I was waiting to see this," he teased.
Calm down Freya, you are better than him; don't let his silly words affect you. I kept repeating the words in my head like a mantra.
"Why do you keep doing this Zack? Why don't you ever listen to us?" Shawn exclaimed.
I liked Shawn; he was always ready to accommodate my problems. I had only known him for a year or so, but then he also took out the time from his busy shooting schedule to groom that animal. But Zack, he never acknowledged anything. Idiot!
"Bro! Hold your balls. I will do whatever the fuck I want to," he announced in a total arrogant manner.
I turned angrily and found him standing just a foot away from me. He still had that dust of arrogance rubbed on his face. And why was he still dressed like a biker?
"Listen, Zack or whatever you are. I am not here to manage your tantrums. I have paid you well, and I expect to see the results," I stomped.
He bent down a little to get our faces on a level; yes he was tall as a hill. And then he smirked, "why do you keep throwing the money at my face? You haven’t bought me, okay? And you can't lock me up like this. I was craving to ride Suzy, so I went out for a bit. Now don't kill me for it," he shrugged and walked past me.
Ride Suzy? Was he talking about his sex life in the open? Ewww gross!
"Hey wait. We are not done here," I stomped and tried my best not to sound angry.
He turned back and came in front on me in a swift move. Then he looked deeply into my eyes and said in a husky voice, "we haven't even started yet," he winked.
