Perfect.
Loved.
Home.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, and he kisses me once more.
The End
My Bottom Billionaire
The prequel to Billionaire on Top. Want to know more about Miranda and Trevor? Curious to see what Trevor was like before Allison walked through the door? Find out here.
1.
Miranda picks up her clothes slowly, dressing carefully. It’s not like she’s going to get caught leaving my house, but she’s always cautious. As the daughter of billionaire Rhett Morgan, she has to be. One wrong picture from the paparazzi, one wrong conversation overheard by an employee, one wrong move on her part, and everything comes crumbling down.
It’s a lot of pressure.
Pressure that I am happy to relieve when she comes over on Tuesday nights.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her with a lopsided grin, quietly reminding myself that I’m not in love. I’m not, really, but Miranda is one of my best friends. Miranda is the girl I’ve known since I was a little kid, the one who pulled me from the depths of depression after my mom left. She’s the one I can always count on, the one who doesn’t care that I’m the head of Kayfox, the one who sees me for who I really am.
And she’s never looked more lovely, slowly buttoning her blouse in the soft evening twilight.
“I have to tell you something,” she says, cocking her head to the side. She bites her lower lip.
No.
She’s going to say we need to stop this, that it’s getting too serious between us. She’s going to say that we’re practically a couple now, and our arrangement was never supposed to get that deep. I’ve had those thoughts many times before, but I always dismiss them. I need her. I crave her. Miranda is my anchor when I feel like the whole world is crumbling.
Miranda is everything.
“What’s wrong?” I ask numbly, not wanting to hear what she has to say.
She sighs quietly, almost indiscernibly.
“This is the last time,” she says.
“No,” I manage to get out. “You’re wrong. We can’t stop.”
Our affair has only been going on a few months, but it’s saved me. It’s brought me something to look forward to besides trying to impress my father. It’s given me something to work toward. It’s given me hope.
Miranda sits down next to me and rests her head on my shoulder, then she says the words I never expected to hear.
“I love you, Trevor."
A surge rushes through my body, straight to my heart. She loves me. Miranda Morgan, my wonderful, beautiful, amazing friend, loves me.
I open up my mouth, but before I can speak, more words come tumbling out of her mouth.
This time, they're less sweet.
"But I'm pregnant," she says.
And that's when I remember: that night on the beach, entwined in the sand. We got caught up before either one of us remembered the condoms. We were too far gone and promised each other that everything would be okay.
It was just one mistake.
Just one time.
I'm silent as she sits next to me, the heat radiating from her body. A baby. We're going to have a baby. We'll be together with a baby. Miranda, Trevor, and a baby. The billionaire trio. We're young, but at least we aren’t in college anymore. We can make it work. We always make things work.
And then I remember who her father is.
And Miranda's never-ending fear of the paparazzi.
"What should we do?" I ask her softly, my hand rubbing her cheek. "We could get married," I tell her. "We'd be good together, Ann. You know we'd be so good together." When she hears my pet name for her, she leans into my touch, letting me revel in her for just a moment, but like that, the moment is gone.
“I’ve already talked to my parents,” she says quietly. I try to fight the painful sting that darts to my heart. She told her dad first? Before me? I squeeze my fists together, angry that Rhett already knew about my child, my baby.
He got to know first.
I hate him for that.
And I can guess exactly what he wants his precious daughter to do. He would want her to have an abortion. He would. He would want to hide the baby. He would want to get rid of any hint of me on his precious daughter.
But this is my child he’s talking about.
Mine.
And it’s not his choice.
“They’ve arranged for me to stay with my cousin in Petonsville,” she continues quietly. “Until the baby is born, anyway. Then I’d like to give him or her up for adoption.”
I open my mouth to protest, but then I close it. Miranda’s tone tells me that she’s thought this through.
“Trevor,” she places her hand on my knee and looks at me deeply. “Our baby needs to be part of a family. Whether that’s a mother and a father or two fathers or two mothers, I don’t know, but I know that neither one of us is really ready for single parenting. I think this is our child’s best chance. Don’t you?”
I nod, choking up. I know that she’s right.
But that doesn’t make this moment any easier.
“I’ll come see you,” I tell her. She nods.
“I know,” she smiles “And I expect you to.”
Miranda reaches into her pocket and digs out a piece of paper. I open it. It’s her cousin’s name, address, and phone number. It’s the name of the law firm she’s going to be working at. It’s her flight information for when she leaves.
“I’m not shutting you out, Trevor Fox,” Miranda tells me. “But I have to save face for my dad.”
She kisses me goodbye, and then she’s gone.
Miranda Morgan, the girl of my dreams, walks out the door.
And like the weakling that I am, I crumble into a pile and cry.
2.
“I’m tired of you moping around,” Brian Colbern doesn’t get it. He has no idea what it’s like to lose your best friend for almost a year while she’s off having your baby. Then again, he wouldn’t. Miranda and I agreed not to tell anyone, and though it kills me every day, I’ve kept our secret.
Miranda has, too.
The cover story is that her cousin needed someone to help run their firm’s new branch and that she’s the perfect candidate for that. For Miranda, it’s great. She has a supportive woman to live with while she’s growing the baby, but she also gets a lot of real work experience that she’d never get here.
I miss her constantly.
“We’re going out, man,” Brian says, frowning at me. He hops up and sifts his jacket on. “She’s been gone for over a month. It’s time to move on.” He tosses me my coat, and grudgingly, I follow him to the car.
I slump into the passenger seat, knowing full well that Brian has every intention of helping me. It’s just that right now, the last thing I feel is like going to any old club and picking up a random girl. It’s not hard for someone like me to pick up women. It’s just not. I’m young, attractive, and wealthy. Girls come to me like flies to honey. There’s just something about me that draws them in.
But no girl will ever be able to replace Miranda Morgan.
No one.
“Why are you so hell bent on me moving on?” I ask Brian suspiciously. “You know she’s moving back, right?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he mutters.
Wait, what?
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He shrugs.
“My dad said she's really enjoying her new job. Her parents asked her to move back, but she likes it there.” Brian rolls his eyes. “They're wasting their time trying to get her back. As if anyone could ever tell Miranda what to do, but hey, what do I know?”
I pull out my phone and dial her before he can stop me. She answers on the third ring.
“Hey Trev,” she says. She sounds tired. She always does these days. “What’s going on?”
“Miranda,” I try to hold my voice steady. “When are you coming back? Right after...” I
pause, not wanting to accidentally let Brian know about the baby. “When, Sweetie?”
The other line is silent.
“Miranda,” I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to scream. I’m not going to flip out on someone who isn’t even my girlfriend about her return.
“It’s complicated,” she finally says. “My parents think it would be best if I stay for awhile, to work at Lexi’s firm, and I actually really like it here." She pauses, before adding, "It's a fresh start for me, Trev."
So it’s true.
I try not to shoot Brian a glance, but I can see him shrugging out of the corner of my eye. Of course he would be.
He knew.
How did Brian fucking Colbern know before me?
And then it hits me.
His brother lives in Petonsville.
His seductive, charming, adoring older brother who moved away years ago lives in Petonsville.
And he’s there with Miranda.
“Miranda," I hesitate for just a second. I don't want to ask. I don't want to say it. I don't want it to be true, but I have to know. "Are you dating Ben Colbern?”
The line goes dead, and Brian stops the car.
“I thought you knew man, I’m sorry.”
“Just get us to the club,” I say through gritted teeth.
I’ve lost my baby and my girlfriend and now my entire future is shattered.
I'm ready to drown myself in alcohol and forget about everything but the way my cock feels thrusting into a stranger.
Yes, I tell myself, that's exactly what I need tonight.
I can do better than Miranda Morgan.
But quietly, secretly, I know it's not true.
I could never replace her.
3.
The music doesn’t even register with me as I push my way through the crowd at Bitter Jupiter. I don’t even pay attention to the sexy costumes as I shout to the pirate bartender, “Three rum-and-cokes.” He nods and brings me the drinks faster than I thought possible. I drop a twenty on the bar and start downing my drinks.
Brian is surprisingly quiet as I start getting completely hammered in front of him. I don’t even care anymore. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of me. The only thing I care about is washing away the pain I’m feeling in my heart and finding a way to never feel that way again.
Bitter Jupiter is a fetish bar in town. I’ve heard of it before. We all have. It’s just not a place I ever thought I’d go. Not that there’s anything wrong with a place like this. I just tend to find myself at dance clubs or lounges where the drinks are $20 instead of $4.
I’m almost done with the third drink when a petite redhead in a dominatrix uniform comes up to me and runs her hand up my arm. When she reaches my face, she grabs my hair and pulls my head down.
“Love, you’re mine tonight,” I don’t even protest as she leads me away. Brian opens his mouth to protest but she turns around and shoots him a glare.
“Brian,” she growls. “Unless you want me to tell your little friend here what you like to dress up as when you come here alone, you’ll shut up and let me have him.”
Seemingly stunned at the threat of blackmail, Brian closes his mouth and orders another drink while I allow myself to be led out of the bar and down the street by this woman.
She hails a cab and pushes me inside.
“2nd and Flag Avenue,” she tells the driver.
Good.
I’m not going to have to think about bringing someone back to my place, not yet.
“I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget,” she tells me, sliding her hand up my leg and grabbing my dick. At her aggressive touch, I’m instantly hard. Who is this little minx? I have no idea, but right now, I don’t care. The only thing I need is for someone to fuck away the memories I have of Miranda.
And this night promises to do all of that and more.
The cab stops and I throw some money at the driver before the two of us hurry up to a medium-sized house. She unlocks the door and pushes me inside.
“The play room’s upstairs,” she says, and points toward a narrow staircase in front of me. “Go. Sub’s position.”
Only I have no idea what she’s talking about.
Fortunately, my dominatrix adviser takes pity on me and grabs my shirt collar, pulling me in close. I can smell the scent of cinnamon and vodka coming off her breath as she tells me, “Go upstairs. Strip. Kneel on the floor. Hands behind you. And wait for me.”
Nodding, I scurry up the stairs. Well, I think I scurry. I probably half-stumble, half-crawl until I find the aforementioned play room. It’s not difficult to figure out which one of the three bedrooms the girl wanted me to find. It’s the one with the neon OCCUPIED sign on it.
I push the door open and walk into a world of wonder.
And I never look back.
4.
Against the wishes of both Rhett and Ben, Miranda and I opt for an open adoption. We’re going to get yearly pictures of our baby girl as she grows up in a small town in Missouri. We both think it will be easier to see her grow up than to always wonder.
Her adoptive parents have been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby for years. After pouring over profiles for nearly a month, we finally found the perfect family for our daughter. We both feel right about them, and when Miranda and I tearfully hand over our newborn child, the sparkle in their eyes lets us know we’re making the right decision.
Before we go, I pull the new dad aside.
“I want you to know,” I tell him, “that we will do anything to help you as you raise Rebecca. If you ever find yourself in financial trouble or you need anything, you call me. I mean it.”
Instead of responding, he just hugs me. Then he pulls away. There are tears in his eyes.
“I can’t thank you for what you’ve given us,” he tells me. He looks over at his wife, and all I see is love. “Sarah has been wanting a baby for a long time. You’re making all of our dreams come true. We won’t let you down.”
It’s time to say goodbye, so we each kiss our daughter on the forehead before walking away from the most beautiful person in the world. In the empty hallway, Miranda finally lets her guard down and cries against my shoulder. I’m heartbroken that she’s hurting, but happy that she’s letting me hold her, even for a moment.
It feels so good to touch her.
“Thank you for coming,” she whispers. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you never wanted to see me again.”
“Miranda,” I lift her chin with my finger and stare into her eyes. “I will always be here for you. Always.”
She nods, but we both know that our lives are going in very separate directions. She’s planning to marry Ben in just a few months. They’re going to move back so that he can take over his father’s company. We’ll be in the same social circles again, but things will be different. She’ll have a husband to look after her. She won’t be sneaking over for Tuesday night rendezvous anymore.
She'll be somebody's wife.
And me?
And I’m quietly training to be a regular Dominant at Club Blaze, where I spend my free nights spanking women for money and for pleasure.
We couldn’t be more different.
And Miranda can never know what I’ve become.
5.
The woman kneeling in front of me has long, blonde hair. Her blue eyes pierce into mine each time she sneaks a look at me, which isn’t often. She knows how a good sub is supposed to behave. Her eyes stay on the floor, where they belong, most of the time.
When they wander, I reward (or punish, depending on how you want to look at it) with a spanking.
She lets out soft moans with eat swat, but does not cry out.
She doesn’t complain.
She doesn’t safe word.
She takes what I’m prepared to give, which is pleasure mixed with pain. Ellie gives me the power to control her, to dominate her, to take away her ability to decide for just a little while.
And for that hour we
spend together, she is so much more than a submissive to me.
She is beautiful.
She is freeing.
She is amazing.
She helps me slowly regain my power.
I'm not weak anymore.
I'm not vulnerable.
No one can break me ever again.
No one.
“Come,” I sit on the bed and spread my legs. My cock is hard and ready as Ellie sashays over to me. She kneels without being told and starts licking my balls, then my shaft, then finally takes all of me in her mouth.
I grab her hair tightly as she forces my dick down her throat.
“You’re mine tonight,” I remind her, but she already knows.
They always know.
6.
Five years after Miranda and I say goodbye to our precious daughter, I’m running my father’s company, just as Ben is running his old man’s. We’re on speaking terms, for business’ sake, but that's about it. We're going to have to meet soon to discuss a possible collaboration on an upcoming project, but I'm pushing it off as long as possible. I don't want to have to talk to him. He's a good guy, sure, but he's still the guy who won Miranda, and I'll always hate him for that.
I know time heals all wounds, but losing everything has broken me in ways I don't think can ever be repaired.
And I don't know if I want to be repaired, even if I could.
I’m not a griping, groveling kid anymore who still thinks first loves are the most important ones.
I’m not the boy next door who thinks my childhood sweetheart and I should be together forever.
I’m not the guy who just sits back and lets someone take his girl away.
That’s not me anymore.
I do whatever I can to keep Miranda out of my mind. I haven't dated a woman since she left. I haven't dated anyone in years. When I'm not busy throwing myself into work and art openings and galas, I'll fuck, but that's all it can be: fucking.
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