by Lena Skye
Mikaela thought she was desperate for his attention, which was pathetic, actually. She reached for her phone and messaged him, hoping he wasn’t too busy to at least respond. She waited until she fell asleep. He never replied.
***
Her first day of work had been sluggish and her coworkers joked that she shouldn’t have taken that vacation. In hindsight, there was a part of her that did regret going to London. Being there had ecstasy, excitement, and disappointment. Being back on American soil was utter disappointment. Malibu felt contained all of a sudden. She liked London for its intense diversity and bipolar weather, which was almost a match for Justin’s approach toward her.
He hadn’t called or texted her in a week, surely he was back, right? She saw his ticket and it said he was supposed to be back a day after she arrived. Of course, being a billionaire could mean he’d be fickle in some aspects of his life, her included.
Had he tired of her? Was he ready to pay $20,000 to get rid of her? She suddenly didn’t care about the money, even if she insisted to herself that it was part of the contract. That was nursing school budget right there, some community college, some small private institution—she didn’t care as long as she got to finish college. She felt anxious all the time, checked her phone often during breaks, while she showered, sometimes it was spam, and sometimes it was Lynne.
Speaking of Lynne, she hadn’t told her friend the entirety of their arrangement. She just said she went to London, all expenses paid for by Justin and it was there that she saved his grand aunt from choking. Lynne wouldn’t stop pestering her if they had done it or not, and she assumed because according to her, Mikaela had fallen for the billionaire playboy.
“I’m not buying the whole ‘let me just get you a ticket to London because I want to’ bit,” Lynne said over the phone a few days ago. “There’s a catch. And if you’d done it with him the way you’re denying it, then there’s something else in the works.”
“I guess he liked my coffee.”
“Or he fell for your smile,” Lynne teased.
“He isn’t like that. Remember our quiet date?”
“Yeah, some commoner’s restaurant,” Lynne joked. “Okay, so he’s a boring billionaire? The tabloids made it seem like he’s the bomb.”
In bed he’s the bomb, Mikaela thought. “Maybe he hasn’t gotten over his previous girlfriend and he’s taking baby steps with me.”
“Baby steps? You call that baby steps? Being flown to London like you won some raffle? You make it seem like Henry will make me live on food stamps.”
“How are you and Henry, anyway?” Mikaela asked, swiftly changing the subject.
Thankfully, Lynne prattled on about how her dates had been going with him, and how she thought he might be the one. He likes kids, Lynne shared.
Did Justin like kids? Mikaela realized there was a lot she didn’t know about him even if they had slept together multiple times. She didn’t know his favorite color, his favorite food. His favorite coffee could be the one she made for him the first day they met. Justin probably disliked hip-hop music and dancing. Or maybe he was a good singer. That was what was lacking in their relationship.
Relationship? What relationship? she reminded herself. This was purely a sexual one. The whole arrangement made her his personal ho. She shook her head and continued to listen to Lynne until her phone began to overheat on her ear and she apologetically had to end the call.
Just as she brushed her teeth, her phone rang. Panicking, she spat out the foam in her mouth and answered it.
“Hello?” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Where are you?” he asked in his usual deep-throated voice.
“At the apartment.”
“I’m coming over,” he said.
Just like that. Maybe he missed her, maybe he was horny. She didn’t care if it was for both reasons as long as he wanted her in his life tonight. She was glad she had showered and she excitedly put on her new satin sleepwear as soon as he ended the call.
He arrived within twenty minutes.
“How was your flight?” she asked him as he walked in.
So much for small talk. He barely looked at her.
“It was okay. I was back last Tuesday,” he replied.
Four days ago and he didn’t even bother to pop in and say hi or have sex with her while she was asleep, huh? “Great,” she lamely said.
“Is that new?” he asked her, motioning for her to go to the bedroom.
“Yeah.”
“Excellent.”
What? Excellent? That was it? But it was a compliment. Or was it? She didn’t know how to feel about it, and she forced herself to pretend her self-esteem hadn’t ebbed one bit.
Justin was in a foul mood. A few things had gone wrong in the past four days and he lost a few million, the millions didn’t matter, but his ego was bruised. He hadn’t focused well on work ever since Mikaela left London the previous week.
He didn’t say anything as he stripped out of his shirt and his jeans. He was already hard, Mikaela saw this. He walked for her and began to kiss her, caressing her back. The kisses weren’t rough this time. Her body began to grow warm, she was melting because of a mere kiss and touch.
Her nipples grew erect and he tried to contain his excitement. Justin actually wanted to take her immediately, he had been starved of sex for more than a week. He had touched her only once in London. She had to be horny, she had to cum tonight. The silk negligee she wore instantly sprang him into lust.
Trailing a hand up to her thigh, Mikaela bit her lower lip, loving how tender and warm his touch was. Her hands were curled up on his chest as he gave her another open-mouthed kiss, his tongue exploring her. He trailed his tongue down to her lower lip and he bit it gently.
He wanted her to cum tonight; it was a gratification he wanted. He slipped off one strap and her breast fell out and he held onto it, gritting his teeth. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes from the grip. He pushed her on the bed and she squirmed a little, adjusting herself. He paid no attention to her discomfort.
He held her, played with her, enjoying that she was wet.
“You miss this, don’t you?” he asked her.
She said nothing, closing her eyes again, controlling herself from moaning. He enjoyed seeing her like this, helpless to lust for him. She sucked in a breath, the moment he played with her clit.
“You like that?” he asked her.
She nodded, there was nothing left to say. She hella enjoyed it, she only thought she didn’t want this anymore. He stroked her gently, stroked her slowly, and she arched on the bed. As greedy as it sounded, she wanted more. It was addictive, this pleasure he was giving to her.
The strap on the other side fell off, and he took a deep breath, seeing her breasts spill out completely. He wanted to ravage her and he grew harder. She stopped him from pleasuring her some more. It was her turn.
He looked surprised as she mounted on top of him, gyrating her hips to his hips, feeling his cock quiver with excitement. She held onto him and slowly slid himself into her. He let out a quiet moan, one he didn’t expect to happen. Her rhythm picked up, and Justin found himself moaning in pleasure.
He didn’t want to cum just yet, but the friction she created was becoming too much. He straddled her and switched positions, easily overpowering her and she couldn’t help but laugh as she landed on the bed again.
“I want you to cum,” he told her, trailing kisses down her neck, enjoying her cat-like grin and hearing her laugh.
What did he just say? Was he being considerate now? He stopped her trail of thought as he pushed himself into her, slowly. He was deliberately playing with her clit, the way he rubbed himself against her. Her hips moved in unison and he groaned again, feeling the tightness envelop him.
Mikaela felt this was different tonight, different from all the others. He was taking his sweet time, building up sensations she never thought existed. She flung her legs over his back, and she continued ro
cking her hips against him. She was so wet, he thought it would drive him crazy if he didn’t cum tonight. The heat between them was becoming unbearable. Her fingers dug on his back as he controlled his motion.
He found his pace picking up, thrusting faster and deeper into him, hearing her moan louder and she arched her back to meet him. He let out a groan, entering into her harder. The little motions she was making drove him nuts. He bent down to grate his teeth against her breasts and she found herself whimpering. As she continued moving her hips, he moaned louder this time, unable to control it. She hadn’t cum yet.
He slipped out of her and slid down to lick her. He felt the tangy taste of her, her female scent and he licked her slowly, tracing the outline of her lips. She shuddered and he didn’t stop licking her. Her tender flesh throbbed and she writhed as he teased her, sucking her juices. She was engorged and throbbing, in need of him inside her. She moaned louder, she screamed a little. He slipped into her again, pounding harder and harder.
It was so good, she came twice.
*
Chapter12
She woke up, dazed, wondering what time it was. It was barely three in the morning. She shifted and felt someone beside her. It was Justin. He was fast asleep beside her. This had never happened. He always left as soon as he was satisfied with the sex. Maybe he wasn’t satisfied? Was that why he was still here? She didn’t want to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.
He looked vulnerable while asleep, and she just had to smile. His naked body was perfect and she wanted to remember him all unguarded like this. She saw him frown a little and she looked away, pretending to be asleep. She heard him shifting on the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. She heard shuffling from his side and she braced herself to pretend it was going to be fine the moment he’d step out of bed, the moment the door would screech to a close.
There was minimal movement at first, and she continued to close her eyes, pretending she was oblivious to what he was about to do. She felt him move out of bed, shuffling about for his clothes. She heard him put them on, she heard him put his shoes on. She closed her eyes tightly, hating the feeling that was overcoming her. She felt abandoned, she felt used again, she felt—
A kiss on her cheek, a very light one.
She almost opened her eyes in shock, but she waited until he had left her bedroom, waited until she heard the main door close before she did. She bolted up from bed, sitting down, looking at that slice of light from underneath the door. Did he actually kiss her? He actually kissed her! He kissed her. She didn’t care if it was on the cheek. Were her efforts being rewarded? Was this thanks for saving his grand aunt? Maybe, just maybe he was beginning to feel things for her.
Could she assume this was true? Was it really happening? She smiled to herself, hugging her pillow.
She couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, tormented and excited about hundreds of things running through her head. One thing was for sure however, she wanted to see him tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
***
He drove home past three in the morning, he had waited until she was fast asleep to leave. That was the most respectful thing he could do. He hadn’t been very nice to her lately, but he didn’t really want to see her until his manly urges became too strong. She had that magnetic quality about her, he guessed. Her pull was greater than the other women he had dated before.
The moment he found out she had boarded that flight, he resisted the urge to send a message, asking her to take care of herself. He ended up rewriting it three times since he kept deleting it. In the end he chose not to send it. Here he was, filled with sentiment for her, all because she saved his grand aunt Vicky from choking. Or was that the reason?
Her attempts at trying to catch his attention failed miserably. He felt like he was looking at some high schooler, haphazardly doing her best to be noticed by him. His ego had inflated momentarily, but it deflated a bit when she denied him of sex in her hotel room. He had never been denied of sex before and he had wanted it so terribly, he vented out his frustrations to staff with every small infraction that he never bothered with before.
He told himself he was probably overwhelmed that Beatrice was now formally engaged. British Tabloids kept releasing photos for days. There were a few articles on his grand aunt choking and being saved by an attending guest. He breathed in relief to know there were no photos of that incident or her.
He waited until the sun rose across the horizon, a first in many years. The last time he waited for it was a few weeks after his father’s death and he had been sitting in the same spot, in the same couch, alone in his thoughts.
This was a repeat of that. It was something significant then. I’m just thankful, he told himself again and again. He was making a big deal out of a tiny peck on the cheek, something she wouldn’t even have felt. It was the last thing he wanted, to be bothered by a person who didn’t mean much to his life, a person who couldn’t give him something in return, aside from being bound by the contract. There was a slight regret to his thoughts.
I never regret, he thought savagely.
An hour after Mikaela boarded that flight back to California, Louisa called him up while he was in the midst of making a civil, yet angry email.
“Yes?” he said curtly.
“Bad day?” Louisa began.
“Yes.”
“We had Mikaela dropped off at the airport earlier.”
“Oh, thanks,” he said distractedly.
“I like her,” she pressed on.
“I’m sure you do. We all do. She did help Aunt Vicky.”
“Help? She saved Aunt Vicky.”
“Same thing. Where are you off to, now?”
“Oh, I’m waiting for Beatrice at the designer’s studio. She’s getting her dress drawn today or something. I told her to get something off the web but she wouldn’t hear of it.”
Justin found himself laughing. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford a wedding gown. Hell, his budget for this wedding was sky’s the limit, even if he knew the Murray family would commit to half of the expenses. He just didn’t want them to. He had however, successfully persuaded Beatrice into making a prenup agreement.
“Let her be, it’s her wedding. Just wait for yours, then you can demand for what you want,” he told her.
“Justin, you don’t want her to get married, do you?” she suddenly said.
“Who told you that? Have you been eavesdropping on me and Mum again?”
“No!” she said in a shrill voice. “It just seems like it. I know you think she’s too young.”
“Of course she is. She hasn’t even finished uni.”
“She really is in love, and I hope I find someone who loves me the way Gregory loves Bea,” Louisa admitted.
He rolled his eyes a little but smiled. It was amusing to hear about his sister’s feelings. She was a romantic one, in fact all the women in his family was. Hell, his father wasn’t shy to show how he loved his wife, showering her with attention, kisses and embraces, gifts and vacations.
It was a love he had thought was ideal, something he couldn’t have with the women he was dating. There was a reason why he had never found the ideal woman. She was too ideal, some fantasy he hadn’t grasped yet. Perhaps Mikaela was the closest one to being ideal, but she was a far cry from all the women he had previously dated. She wasn’t cultured, she didn’t have connections, she barely had any sense of fashion until she met him and he brusquely commented on her style.
“You’ll find someone, Lou,” he told her.
“And you?” she teased.
“Not my time yet.”
“Because the tabloids say so?”
“Are you pressuring me to stay in a stable relationship right now?”
“No, but Mum isn’t getting any younger.”
“Please don’t remind me. Mum still looks fabulous for her age.”
“Honestly, Justin. We’d think you’d have settled down by now.”
> “You called me to lecture me, your older brother, to get into a committed relationship? That doesn’t scream sibling love, you know.”
“Well, we thought Mikaela Johnson was perfect.”
“No one is perfect,” he reminded her.
“’Cause you’re the only one that is?”
“I didn’t say that. Lou, I have to work.”
“No you don’t. Mum wants to have some tea with you later before you leave.”
“I’m extending my stay so we can have tea for the next four days to her heart’s content.”
“Mum also told me you could invite Mikaela back, and she could stay at the house.”
“Are you Mum’s postmaster now?”
“She just told me to tell you that. Come on, Jus, I’m bored here. They haven’t even begun designing my gown yet, or Mum’s.”
“Then bugger off, bother someone else, will you?”
Louisa gave a laugh from the other end. “Jus, really, lighten up. You weren’t this serious before. It’s like you’ve got a stick up your arse.”
“I’ll have this checked at the hospital later,” he replied. They both laughed.
It was clear his mother had taken a such a strong liking to Mikaela that Louisa had to mention her name a couple of times. Louisa was beginning to show signs of it, too. That wasn’t such a good thing for his position and hers.
Mikaela was a likeable person, but she just wasn’t fit for him. They were only compatible with sex. It was all he thought of when he thought of her. Perhaps he was a sex addict and he didn’t know it yet. But if he was, he didn’t need to stick with her, right? He could have found countless others, ready to strip naked and jump into bed with him. Mikaela was no different.
He saw how she approved of his physical features at the bank event. She was so eager for him, she even changed the way she dressed, she had become more chic, in an effort to please him, and the satin lingerie she wore earlier was the stuff made out of adolescent dreams.
