Billionaire's Holiday (An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance Love Story) (Billionaires - Book #17)

by Claire Adams

  There was no use playing it cool. This girl had me so hard I was going to explode the second she thrust those hips on top of me. I couldn’t wait.

  She started to move her hips slowly, probably hoping that the slow speed she was taking would prevent me from giving in too quickly. But it didn’t matter, I was too far gone and I quickly decided I was going to make her cum with me.

  My hands held on tight to her hips as I thrust upward to meet her. She leaned over on top of me and let her mouth rest on my neck as she kissed me and moved her hips in time with my thrusting.

  “I’m going to cum,” she said through her quickened breaths.

  “Do it then, baby,” I told her. “Come for me.”

  Normally, I wasn’t much of a dirty talker, but the moment seemed to call for it. I thrust as hard as I could in the hopes I would get her to release before my whole body exploded. And, it worked.

  She held on tight and her thighs tightened around me as her pelvis pressed against mine. She dug her nails into my shoulders and held on as hard as she could as her body started to shiver with explosion. All I could do was hold onto her as my own body released its explosion.

  Shivers and ecstasy combined, and soon our bodies had finished and I pulled her under the covers with me to wrap my arms around her. I had so much I wanted to say to her, but the moment was too perfect to ruin. Instead, I just wanted to stay wrapped up with her for the rest of the evening.

  “What if I never see you again?” Cassidy asked quietly.

  “That won’t happen.”

  “It happens to people, Erik. They have every intention on seeing each other again, but life gets in the way and they don’t do it. Then sooner or later, it’s too late and both people have moved on with their life.”

  “You can come out with me tomorrow if you want to. I’m ready to take you on a date right now.”

  She laughed at the idea. I had probably exaggerated just a little bit. I wasn’t ready to do the date just yet. But I would have made it happen if she had said yes.

  “I think we should wait six months, at least. You need time to adjust and figure out your life and your treatment. I don’t want to be in the way of that.”

  “Six months is too long. I’m not okay with that,” I said firmly.

  Just then, there was a knock at the door and it quickly swung open. It was Kaitlin, and right behind her was Officer Pinter.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cassidy

  “I’ll wait out here, but you’re going to have to come with me,” Officer Pinter said.

  I was devastated. I knew what was going to happen. I was about to get fired. Tears started to well up, but then I blocked them. I didn’t want that to be the last memory that Erik had of me. I was going to be all right. No matter what happened with this job, I was sober and happy and loved by many people. I would be just fine.

  “I’m so sorry, Cassidy. I’ll tell them it was my fault,” Erik said as we both got dressed.

  “It wasn’t your fault, though. It was my choice, Erik, and I’m okay with it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I tried to make up some crazy lie. I will live with the consequences of my actions.”

  “Come see me as soon as you can,” he said as he wrote down his home address, phone number, and even his e-mail address for me.

  “I’m sure we will find time to see each other. I’m not too worried about it. But I want you to take time and take care of yourself. You call me any time you are having a rough night or you just need a friend,” I said as I wrote down my information for him.

  It felt like we were saying goodbye forever. Nothing about the moment felt like I was going to see this guy again. But that was still all right with me. I didn’t regret any of it. I grew because I knew Erik, and I hoped by meeting me that Erik felt like he was a better person, as well.

  “Let’s go, Cassidy,” Officer Pinter said from the other side of the door.

  “I’ll talk to you later,” I said to Erik as I leaned down and kissed him. “Take care of yourself. No matter what else is going on in your life, always take care of yourself.”

  We kissed one last time before I walked off the unit with Officer Pinter. I didn’t look back at Erik’s room, but I felt like he watched me as I left the unit. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me, but I could only guess that I was being fired.

  Officer Pinter walked me to the front of the building and held his hand out for my badge.

  “I don’t have it,” I said.

  But then I thought they would get angry with Kaitlin so I had to make up a story. There was no way I was going to let Kaitlin get in trouble for letting me onto the unit.

  “I lost it last week. If I find it, I’ll mail it back to you guys.”

  “Fine, but if you don’t find it, make sure and call me so I can get the codes changed. I don’t want some random stranger having access to our units.”

  “Because people are trying to break into our treatment center all the time?” I laughed.

  “Oh, you know what I mean.”

  “So, I’m fired?” I questioned, just to make sure I knew what was happening.

  “Technically, I can’t fire you. But Mr. March will call you in the morning and do it or he might ask you to come in. You know if you fight it and say you two were just talking, he’ll take your word and let you off with a warning.”

  Officer Pinter was a nice guy, and I appreciated him giving me an out if I wanted to keep my job. But there was no way I was going to stay if I had to lie and there was no way Mr. March could keep me on staff if he knew what I had done with Erik. This was my final moment in the treatment center. There was no way around it.

  “Thanks, and I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble tonight.”

  “It’s okay. Take care of yourself, Cassidy. Let us know where you land when the dust settles.”

  “Will do,” I said as I turned to leave.

  I had no idea what I was going to do or how I would explain things to my family, but I didn’t feel all that badly about losing my job. Maybe this was exactly what I needed to push myself into finally going to college.

  Life happened in mysterious ways, and I was just going with the flow until I could figure out what was next for me.

  After I walked into my house, I went straight to bed. It was nearly three o’clock in the morning. But I felt a little relief that I was going to get to sleep in for once in my life. My parents weren’t going to be happy about it, but I was pretty damn excited about not having to run off to work in the morning.

  I had planned to sleep all morning long, but my mother woke me up when she realized I had missed the start of my shift.

  “I don’t work there anymore,” I said through a yawn.

  “Why not?”

  “I got fired for sleeping with Erik,” I said without hesitation.

  I was over lying to people and trying to trick people. The truth was the truth, and I’m sure my parents weren’t going to like it, but at least they could respect me and the fact that I wasn’t going to lie right to their faces.

  “What?” she yelled.

  Her loud scream brought my father to the doorway of my room, and they both stood there staring at me.

  “I slept with Erik at work. He’s leaving today for California. It was my decision and my mistake. I know it’s not anything you two would approve of, and I’m sorry. Now can we please talk about this later? Because I want to sleep all day long.”

  “We will talk about this later,” my father promised me as he stormed off down the hallway.

  He was a man of his word, and later that evening, we spent a good hour discussing my poor decisions. I understood where he was coming from. If I looked at the situation from his point of view, I had made a really bad decision. But I could only look at things from my point of view, and it was done with and over. I actually didn’t care all that much that I got fired.

  Luckily, I lived at home with my family and knew I wouldn’t starve to death. Plus,
leaving my job really did force me to move on. I might never have actually gone to college and now I really had a reason.

  The days and weeks traipsed by and I expected Erik to call at least once to check in with me. But then again, I had told him to take six months to get his recovery going. I thought about picking up the phone to call him but didn’t want to be one of those girls who latched onto a guy after a fun fling.

  If all we had was a fling, I was all right with that. It didn’t cheapen the events of those weeks for me, at all. I still thought Erik was great and I still thought that someday we would connect again and reminisce about how we met.

  My life went back to normal, although I felt there was a bit of a hole in is as I moved on. I started to work out regularly at the gym – it was a great way to blow off steam and the empowerment I felt was hard not to love. First, I could run for five minutes at a time and then ten. Soon, I was on the treadmill running for up to an hour at a time, with an incline.

  I started making plans to try my hand at a half marathon in the summer. Aspen was a great outdoor recreation location during the spring and summer, and a local running group had a pretty popular race that happened in June. With the race on my mind, I put together a training program and stuck with it.

  Eating healthy, exercising every day, and working at my parents’ ski resort filled the remained of the winter months and well into spring.

  I hadn’t forgotten about Erik. I still thought about him often and even picked up the phone to call him every now and then. But I couldn’t do it. The farther away his days at Paradise Peak got, the more I started to convince myself that I just wanted to be the type of girl a man like him wanted.

  Then one evening my parents and I were sitting around the television and turned on the entertainment news shows. They were talking about a new movie studio that was growing quickly, and my ears instantly perked up. Erik was attending a movie premiere to bolster his new studio. They had partnered with a veteran studio and it was all over the news.

  I leaned forward and watched their coverage in hopes of seeing Erik somewhere. I just wanted to see if he was doing well. To see how he was handling things once he got home. If I could see him on the television, it would relieve a lot of worry I had running through my head.

  “There he is!” my father pointed to the screen.

  “Wow, he looks really handsome all dressed up,” my mother added.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Erik was walking the red carpet with a man who I had to assume was his friend Spencer. Both men were dressed in tuxedos with clean-shaven faces and lips pressed widely into a smile. He looked so damn happy I felt like I was going to explode.

  Even if nothing ever came of us, I was happy for him. I wanted all the best for him and he really looked like life was going so great. I didn’t need to call and bother him. I didn’t need to know anything else. I felt better and even had a little closure to our situation.

  “Have you talked to him lately?” my father asked me.

  His question surprised me. He hadn’t been all that happy with me when he heard what I had done. I really didn’t think he liked Erik, but by the way he was watching the television, maybe I had been wrong.

  “No, I haven’t talked to him.”

  “Why not? Didn’t he give you his number?”

  “Yes, Dad.” I laughed. “But it’s not that simple. I’m not just going to call him and be some silly girl. He also has my number, and he never called me.”

  “Well, look at him, he’s really busy. You should just call him,” my father urged.

  I laughed at how eager he was for me to connect with Erik. I certainly hadn’t expected that.

  “It’s been months, Dad. I can’t just call him up now.”

  “Why not?” my mother added.

  “Because it’s been months. Don’t you think it would be a little weird if I suddenly called him out of the blue now?”

  My parents were old – they didn’t understand the rules of dating now and how weird it would be if I called him after months of not calling him.

  It would have been different if I had called right away after he left. Even if I had called a month later. But now we were going on six months since he had left Aspen. He hadn’t called me and I hadn’t called him. There was no way I could be the person to break down and call the guy now.

  “I still think it would be nice of you to call and congratulate him on his success. You two are friends now, right?” my mother said.

  “Sure, we are friends. But I wouldn’t know what to say. I can’t call.”

  “Where’s his number? I’ll call,” my father offered.

  “Dad! You can’t call him; that would be even weirder than me calling.”

  My father seemed to think it was funny how I was so worried about him calling. He jumped up from the couch and went to my room. He quickly found the number I had pinned on the bulletin board and started to dial it.

  “I’m just going to give him a quick call and tell him he’s invited over for the Fourth of July picnic,” my dad teased me.

  “Dad, he’s not going to come help with your ski resort summer picnic. Put the phone down.”

  I knew he was bluffing. Ever since I had first started to date in high school, my father had always made sure to try and embarrass me as much as humanly possible with the boys I dated. He did it out of love, and I knew it. I was lucky to have a father who cared so much about me and took an interest in the boys I had in my life. But he certainly wasn’t going to call Erik and invite him to our resort Fourth of July event. That would be totally crazy.

  “Hello,” my father said into the phone as someone appeared to answer.

  “Hang up!” I yelled at him.

  “This is Bob Conrad, you spent Christmas at my house,” my father said into the phone.

  I was mortified. Did my father really just call Erik? Did Erik answered? Oh, how I wanted to just shrivel up and hide in the corner somewhere. There was no getting out of this if Erik was on the phone.

  “Yeah, yeah,” my father replied to whoever he was on the phone with. “I wanted to invite you to our big Aspen Fourth of July picnic. There’s going to be fireworks and music… Oh, yeah, I understand. I just wanted to make sure you got invited.”

  There was another pause, and I fell onto my bed and pulled the covers up over my head. Erik must have been talking to my father as my father was quiet and listening on the phone. I opened my eyes to see what was going on.

  “Sure, here she is,” my father said as he handed me the phone.

  “No,” I whispered and refused to take it.

  “Well, he knows you’re here now. You can’t say no.”

  My father put the phone into my hand and then walked out of the room. I held it up to my ear but didn’t say anything at first. I desperately hoped my father had been playing some sort of cruel joke on me.

  “Cassidy?” the voice said.

  Damn it! It is Erik; what the hell am I going to do now? I couldn’t exactly just sit there and not talk. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what I wanted to say.

  “Hi,” was all that came out.

  “How have you been?”

  “Good.”

  Words weren’t forming. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even make a full sentence. I felt like a schoolgirl who had her crush dial her number by accident. I had thought about this moment for months, but in my head I hadn’t been nearly as nervous as I was at that moment.

  “Did you find a new job?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m working with my parents for now.”

  “That’s good.”

  “How are you?” I ventured to ask him, although by the looks of the television clip he was doing very well.

  “I’m getting along. It’s tough, but things are good. I told your Dad I wouldn’t be able to come to his party. I’m really sorry.”

  “It’s all right. I know you’re busy with your life out there in the movie biz.”

  I didn’t know
what to say to him. It felt so weird to finally have him on the phone, but I didn’t want to let him go yet. I wanted the conversation to feel like it did when we had been together. I desperately wanted him to just burst out and say how much he missed me or that he wanted me to come see him. It felt like torture to try and have a conversation with him, though, and nothing seemed to be going the way it should have been.

  “Actually, I had already promised my father and brother I was going home to visit them again for the holiday weekend. It should be good.”

  “So, you guys have officially made up?” I asked as I tried to find more to talk about.

  “Yep, things are good between us. I think we might turn out all right after all. I also moved down to Los Angeles; it was necessary for the movie studio thing. So, that’s good.”

  Silence filled our conversation. We felt more like strangers than two people who had once had feelings for each other. I blamed myself for the distance. I should have just called him after he left. It had been too long and there was no bringing back the spark that had been between us. And, we certainly couldn’t bring it back if we were on a telephone and not in person.

  “Well, I better go. Thanks for talking to my dad,” I said.

  “Sure, let’s talk again soon.”

  “Sounds good. Later, Erik. Keep taking it day by day.”

  And just like that, the phone call was over and I felt even worse than I had felt before. He didn’t even apologize for not calling me the entire time. For all I knew, he had totally forgotten about me and was just happy to be so far away and not have to deal with me.

  Tears started to fall down my cheek. I didn’t know why. Erik had been away for a long time already; I had moved past the emotions of him – or at least I thought I had. But the emptiness and awkwardness of our conversation was too raw for me. Whatever it was that we had was definitely not there anymore.

  The problem was I felt so much for Erik. I had only sat and waited for his call because I didn’t want to ruin things between us. I had hoped he was working on his treatment program and his new business and was just busy, but clearly he hadn’t thought of me. He probably even thought I was crazy for calling him – or rather my father was crazy.