The Billionaire

by Jordan Silver

  "Come 'ere Blossom."

  She skipped over to me and right into my arms her lips lifted for my kiss.

  "I love you Gideon, thanks for saving me." She laid her head against my chest.

  Fuck, always straight to the heart.

  "I love you more."

  Chapter 13

  I wondered how long this would last. Last night I'd fucked Ashley after her teasing had brought me to the edge. I'd been so rough on her I was afraid I'd damage her somehow but no, she'd been right there with me the whole way.

  I love the way she takes my cock, if I go deep, even when I’m telling myself to ease off that it might be too much nothing was ever too much for her no matter how much I pushed her. It's as if all her sweet, shy, innocence disappeared once the bedroom door was closed. Then she became a wild thing.

  When pulled her over my face while I ate her pussy, she reached behind her and jerked my cock with her tight little fist while she rode the fuck out of my tongue. She’d let it be known in no uncertain terms that liked having her pussy sucked especially when I bent her over and ate her from behind. She liked watching me stroke my meat until pre cum seeped out the top, then she’d pounce and lick it up like her personal lollipop. The first time she called it that I laughed so hard I thought I’d crack a rib. The little tease used my cock as her own personal fuck stick. I was more than a little pleased though that she had no sexual inhibitions. She was a wild one who didn’t shy away from anything when it came to fucking.

  If I stood over her and face fucked her, she diddled her clit, and when I spent ten minutes just teasing her pussy with my cock, she fed me her tit. She was the most naturally sensual being I'd ever met.

  I hadn't spent all night fucking in years there was always something more important to take care of. But with her I couldn't seem to get enough. Each time I thought we were done for the night I would end up pulling her under me again, or over me or in front of me. And each and every time she welcomed me. So yeah, I had to wonder how long this shit would last, how long could I be this fucking lucky?

  She loved riding my cock best I think because she always went a little wild when she took my cock all the way into her tight body. Then she would bounce and twist to her heart's content while fucking the shit out of me. I gave it about a week before she’d worn my ass out completely because she didn’t seem to have a turn off switch. It was fun trying to explain to her the mechanics of the male body. She thought it was hilarious that I needed to recharge so to speak while she could just keep going and going. Of course while my cock was out of commission she fucked my face and filled my mouth with her sweet pussy juice while trying to suck some energy back into her new toy. We spent the first few days as husband and wife fucking that was her call. I kept giving her baths so she didn’t get too sore but she didn’t seem too worried about that. She’d found something she liked and she gorged herself until we both fell asleep too exhausted to move a muscle.

  Yesterday morning had been full of surprises, first someone had leaked the news of our wedding to the papers, which led to my mother calling me and giving me hell. Not only for getting married in a quickie ceremony instead of the bash she would've preferred but also for getting married to someone she'd never met.

  I'd calmed her down and given her a little background on my bride without going into too much detail. Afterwards she'd spoken to Ashley on the phone for a while, ending with a planned shopping trip. She'd pass on the news to the others I had no doubt and then we’d be bombarded with family members.

  I'd spent the rest of the day fielding calls from friends and business associates wanting to know if the rumors were true. I’m not in the habit of to explaining my actions to anyone so those conversations were short.

  Yes I was married no I didn't want to make a statement, that was for the local society columnist who wanted a scoop.

  Now it's Monday and there's a lot to be done. I already started the ball rolling on the name change and new IDs. Next step was house hunting, which my girl seemed especially jazzed about. She'd already started scouring the Internet over the weekend for local real estate as soon as I told her.

  It thrilled me to see her excitement as she'd stare wide-eyed at the different places in the areas I told her to concentrate on. Giving me a detailed account of all the pros and cons of each place she was interested in as I tried to catch up on some paperwork.

  I hid my smiles whenever she'd see something she liked only to become dejected at the price tag. There was one place in particular she'd gone all dreamy eyed over. I'd earmarked it for her and planned on calling the listed realtor as soon as I reached the office to set up an appointment for us. I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn’t get her.

  It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste.

  "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine. She also refused to take off her rings, which I was secretly happy about. I would've understood if she wanted to leave them off while there but she said they were never to leave her finger ever, so that was that.

  "Ready." Fuck, my wife wore every man's wet dream uniform everyday of the week. I'm sure the dirty old man jokes will be plentiful not that I was that old but still, it was so cliched as to be funny. “I’ll be there to pick you up after school did you want to go out for dinner?” She hasn’t been out of the house since we got back, if were up to her I don’t think we’d ever leave. “Sure you owe me a Big Mac.” I grinned at her and led her out the door. I won’t remind her that I’d been the one to ask her if she wanted to get her burger but she’d been too busy riding my dick to care.

  We held hands in the back of the car as I took her to school before heading to the office. The minute she was out of the car I was back to business as usual. I had to organize my thoughts on her father and where I was going with the information I had. I had to reschedule all those meetings I'd pushed to the side last week and I had to set up her accounts and get her name on the necessary paperwork as my wife. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen to me but I wanted her covered all the same.

  The morning went rather smoothly, the realtor was set for this weekend of course that was the first order of business. I decided to tackle the problem of her father later in the day.

  I fielded even more calls about my marriage in the midst of making and breaking deals.

  When I looked up at the clock it was almost time for her to be leaving school. Shit, she'd have to come here or go to the apartment by herself. I'd thought for at least this first week until she was accustomed to it I could leave early, but because I'd put off so much in the last few business days, I couldn't leave. I hated disappointing her her first day back fuck.

  I picked up the phone and called the driver to let him know to bring her to me. With that settled I went back to my paperwork. My personal phone rang twenty minutes later and I answered it absently, my mind on the spreadsheet in front of me.

  "Thorpe."

  "Sir there's been an accident."

  My heart stopped, my blood ran cold and I think my mind shut down for a second as all thought fled my head.

  "Tell me." I held my breath, hoping against hope.

  "As Miss. Ashley was coming to the car someone drove up on the sidewalk and hit her. It's bad sir I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do, I didn't even see the guy before he was on top of her."

  "Who is he?"

  "We don't know yet sir he’s an unknown but we’ve got him."

  "Where is she?" I was out of my chair as soon as my legs would work and heading for the door.

  "They
're air lifting her to County General sir I'm sorry."

  "We'll deal with that later I gotta go."

  I called my pilot and got him in motion then I called my dad to see who he knew at County General. Gage was next I needed round the clock security put in place before she got there. My mind had gone into robotic mode I did what I had to do but I was detached from it all.

  I called the guys that had been sitting on her father's house they'd left the listening devices in place on my command. If he had anything to do with this, the answer to what should be done with him was shorter. I'd kill him plain and simple.

  I knew from the description that this was no accident but I'll have to wait until I got all the facts. I never made rash decisions.

  In less than an hour I had the information I needed, seems this one was on me. The guy driving was a kid from out of town apparently someone had paid him to run her down. It wasn't hard to understand why he went for it since he spent his days getting high on meth.

  It was the blonde woman who had hired him that was of the most interest to me. I had him on ice until I got back. First I had to see to my wife then I'd deal with the refuge in both our lives.

  Chapter 14

  I had everything in motion before I left the city. The plane was ready to take off, my guys met me on the tarmac with the tapes from Sanders's house and the hopped up kid was being held in a secure location. Lynn's whereabouts were being searched out. My only concern was getting to my wife who was already in surgery when I called the last time.

  I held my breath almost the whole way there pacing the confines of the plane willing the pilot to get there faster. The blood in my veins was ice I'd shut off my conscience. I couldn’t even think about her lying on some table surrounded by strangers while they worked to patch her up. My baby must be so scared. “I’m so sorry Blossom.” Fuck why did I keep fucking up with her? The doctor had assured me that her injuries weren’t life threatening but that wasn’t much consolation for me, the fact that she had survived would not spare the ones responsible.

  In the business world you have to play hardball more often than not. I've always believed in playing fair, I also believe in retribution, my own and others.

  I'd take what ever was thrown at me but somebody was going to die for this, there's no way I could just let it go.

  When a wild animal tastes blood they put them down quick lest they get a taste for it, I could do no less here. There was no guarantee that this was a one-time thing.

  I know Lynn was the one involved obviously but who else was in on it? She couldn't have seen the newspapers and set things in motion that quickly to pull this off. This had to have been planned, how did she know about my Blossom? And why had the bitch not come after me instead of going after her?

  Maybe then I would've spared her but now hell no, that stupid bitch was as good as dead.

  I got to the hospital and was ushered to the room where Ashley was laying in a fucking coma. She had a broken leg, fractured wrist and scrapes and bruises. All in all, the doctor said she was lucky not to have sustained more serious injuries. Thank goodness the kid was too high to know what the fuck he was doing so his speed had been a little off. If he'd been going any faster she would probably be dead.

  "Uh, Mr. Thorpe, our Intel says you're her husband?" A doctor came into the room behind me.

  "I am." I watched her face as I listened to him, she had a bruise on her temple that was already darkening, other than that her face was untouched. Her leg was in a cast, her wrist bandaged. She looked so fucking small and defenseless lying there. I kept my eyes on her face willing her to wake up and smile at me. All the emotion I’d been holding at bat threatened to bring me it my knees now that I stood face to face with what they’d done to her.

  I clocked back in to the doc when he started asking me questions that had fuck all to do with why my wife was lying there broken. "How long have you two been married sir, if you don't mind me asking?"

  "A little less than a week; why?" What the fuck is it to you asshole?

  "Well it's just that she's so young..." I gave him a fuck you look and had him backtracking fast.

  With his hands out in front of him he was quick to explain. The way I felt right now I wouldn’t mind planting my fist in his face for being stupid. Since when is it a doctor’s place, to ask questions like that? “You got something to say to me you fuck?”

  "No, no, don't get me wrong, it's just that she's very early in her pregnancy..."

  I bit my fist and fell back as his words pummeled me like blows. Pregnant, fuck I hadn't even thought...I went to her side, tears blinding me as I checked her over.

  "Is the baby safe?"

  "For now it looks that way, sometimes it happens like this, the fetus is too small to suffer. Sometimes it's too small to survive, since he or she is only a few days we'll monitor but it looks good.

  "Are you sure she's pregnant, I mean how can you tell you just said she's only a few days, doesn't she need to be weeks or months at least?"

  "No we've made progress there in the last few years, we're now able to tell in less than a week after the fact in some cases."

  "Leave us." I waited until he left the room before taking my seat in the chair next to her bed. With my hand on her flat stomach and my lips next to her ear I made the three of us a promise.

  "Nothing like this will ever happen again. I will never allow anyone to harm us again, I stake my life on that."

  Chapter 15

  My blood ran cold as I listened to the latest tapes my guys had brought me before I’d boarded the plane.

  My wife was laying in a coma, bruised and battered as I listened through the headphones, her hand clasped tightly in mine.

  ‘I could give a fuck about your little slut of a daughter, I just want her out of Gideon’s life, but since you don't seem to care one way or the other either, I think I'll just go ahead and make it permanent.’

  ‘Kill the little bitch for all I care, she's damaged goods now anyway, she has no reason to live, doesn't serve a purpose anymore, does that answer your question Miss. Halston?’

  To say I was pissed would be a vast understatement there was no limit to what I would do to make them pay. My men were already on the hunt but now I had new orders for them. I squeezed her hand in mine reassuring myself that she was here and she was safe from them. If I had to take her everywhere with me for the rest of her fucking life no one would touch her unless they went through me.

  I sat next to her hospital bed, her hand in mine as I prayed. I prayed for her, our unborn child, and for forgiveness for what I was about to do.

  "Ashley baby please wake up." I kissed her cold lips, my heart hurting. It had been hours and still nothing. The stupid fuck doctor said it was just her body’s way of protecting itself whatever the fuck that meant, but I didn’t like it. “Come on baby I need to see your pretty eyes.” I felt helpless just sitting there doing nothing when I wanted to be out there hunting the fuckers myself. Instead I had to wait for word from my men. I couldn’t leave her, wouldn’t leave her here like this unprotected even though I had men outside her door. I was afraid to even take my eyes off of her for a second.

  How the fuck had I let this happen? How had I not sensed the threat from Lynn? I was so busy focusing on the danger from Sanders that I hadn’t given thought to what I might be bringing into her life and it had almost cost her, cost us both. A baby, I can’t even get my mind around that, two innocents to protect. I cleared my mind and settled into the chair with my head back. I was suddenly very tired. I needed to shut my mind off for now, there was nothing more I could do tonight except wait for my Blossom to wake up and tell me she was going to be okay.

  I felt her fingers twitch in mine and was up and over her in a flash.

  "Blossom...come on baby, come back to your Gideon." I kissed her face so she would feel me, so my touch would be the first thing she felt when she came to. She came to slowly, her face scrunching up in pain.

  " Gideon? It h
urts."

  "I know baby, I'll get the doctor." I used the call button instead of running out the door screaming the place down like I wanted to.

  "I love you baby, you scared the shit outta me, you with me now?"

  "My head hurts, everything hurts."

  "No don't move your doctor should be here any minute."

  The medical team came in, not just the nurse because I'd made it very clear to the doctor that she was to get the best attention and care. Nothing against nurses, but a young girl in the extreme early stages of pregnancy coming out of a coma needed the attention of a doctor.

  The first one that even hinted at me leaving the room while they did their thing got a look that pretty much set the precedent for the others.

  No fucking way.

  I held her hand as they prodded and poked her studying her eyes and responses. She cried for pain but they could only give her the lightest dosage because of the fetus.

  Seeing her in that much pain was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I held my peace though and never once did I let on to the rage that was growing hotter inside me.

  When they were done and the last one had left I climbed up on to the bed with her being extra careful not to jostle her. Maneuvering her so that her head was on my chest I sang to her until she fell asleep. She was in too much pain to stay awake and I guess whatever they’d dosed her up with was putting her out. I wanted her to stay awake and talk to me. I needed to hear her voice to hear her laugh. Now that I knew she was okay it seems my mind and my heart let go. I felt the fear I hadn’t been aware of engulf me, the fear of never seeing her beautiful face again. Never waking up next to her holding her loving her.

  The tear tracks on her cheeks was the last straw, as soon as I was sure she was asleep I placed the call.