Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I have been blessed in many ways. This place was my first acquisition when I made that first million. It was a steal at the time. The previous owner was quick to snatch up any offer.” We were having a pleasant conversation and my hands had strayed down to where I was holding two finely sculpted cheeks in my hands.

  They were quite vocal when they saw the palatial surroundings of my bedroom. “Natalie isn’t going to say it, but I’m guessing this is where the magic happens.” Tanya was the first to drop the pretense and her dress in that order. The secret underneath was an ensemble in black and sheer enough to see through. Her nipples were making an impression through the material.

  The room was spinning and the low growl coming from the deepest part of hell had them giggling with anticipation. I heard the sound of someone’s dress being torn to ribbons. The feeling of their flesh touching my skin was barely registering.

  Their voices had become afterthoughts. Cries of ecstasy and legs in the air had me playing their bodies like musical instruments. The pleasure was intense for all of us. I became unglued, the animal taking over making me a passenger in my own body.

  I woke up in a fog with the first streaming rays of sunshine slapping me in the face. Everything was a blur of limbs tangling around one another. There were questions left unanswered. Their bodies were exposed to my eyes. This was the first time I had seen them this way without the influence of the bear clouding my judgment.

  They were both lazily sleeping soundly with marks of the bear scratched into their flesh. I was lucky it didn’t break the skin. The fire had been temporarily satiated, but I knew it would raise its ugly head again sooner than later.

  I traced my finger down the abundant flesh of Tanya’s breasts. I remembered them having one orgasm after another. Each time one was out of commission, the other one was ready to climb aboard the never-ending roller-coaster ride.

  I was hoping one day I would find a girl who could mute the influence of the bear. I could finally know what it was like to be in the present.

  The array of lights from the city waking up to a new day was blinding. I had to shield my eyes from the glaring sun when I stepped out onto the deck to get a breath of fresh air. I kept looking back at my recent conquests and shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.

  I remembered bits and pieces, but it felt like I was a dispassionate bystander. The raging inferno of lust consumed me. There was no fighting when the bear was ready to come out of its hibernation.

  I was standing still and closing my eyes to the city noise. It reminded me of how easily I could lose it all.

  Regrets had never entered into my vocabulary. I would love to have been there with these two girls in the flesh and in the moment. I had tried several different remedies without any luck. The bear was always there, like some bad dream.

  “I would ask what you’re thinking, but I can’t seem to get around the fact you are naked.” I couldn’t remember whether or not she was Natalie or Tanya. It didn’t matter in the faceless revolving door of lovers in my life.

  “I’m glad you had a good time. I have an early morning. The both of you can stay for as long as you want, and then you can lock up when you leave.” There was nothing emotionally invested in those who had been the unfortunate recipients of my love.

  “I think you may have ruined us for other guys. You were like the Energizer Bunny. You kept going and going until we were wasted and lying in a pool of our own sweat. I have never been taken with such fiery determination. I was done and you kept going until I was lifeless and unable to move.” She put her hand on my shoulder. I felt nothing. It was a by-product of the bear asserting its dominance over me.

  “I have to take a shower. I would ask you to join me, but it would negate the purpose. You look spent and in desperate need of a few hours of beauty sleep. I will be sure to look you up in the future when the need arises again. The both of you exceeded my expectations.” The black silk sheets were worn strategically by her, but I was not interested in another round.

  “You frightened me how easily you made me succumb. This experience has raised the bar for those guys who come after you. I can’t begin to describe the feeling of being used and abused. I would leave a light on for the both of us. There’s no telling when we will get the urge to come looking for a booty call.”

  I had turned away previous candidates and they weren’t going to be any different. I was worried one day the bear was going to go too far. It seemed to be escalating in its destructive behavior toward the opposite sex. I thought when this happened before, it was the last time. I was always saying it, hoping for it to be true.

  My phone mad a noise and I was reminded of the board meeting in the morning coinciding with my search for a receptionist. I had gone through some résumés and pinpointed those I wanted to see in person. Some had a good chance of making the grade and others were going to leave disappointed. It was a balancing act to weed out the undesirables.

  “I do tend to go to the extremes. The both of you won’t be the first and you won’t be the last. I don’t really remember your name.” I brushed past her on the way to the bathroom. “I know what that makes me sound like, but last night was par for the course. I like women and I make no apologies for enjoying the pursuit of pleasure.” I heard her gasp and glanced over my shoulder to see her with her hand pressed to her forehead. It made me smile but then I frowned a moment later. I was no more a part of this scenario than someone sitting at the edge of the bed watching things unfolding naturally. It was a little disconcerting, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

  “I should hate your guts for how callously you move on to the next conquest. I don’t know what I feel for you, but it isn’t hatred. I can’t seem to shake this feeling like you’re still touching me in the throes of passion. I do hate the very idea that nobody is going to be able to measure up in more ways than one.” I had eight inches of dynamite between my legs. They had been able to light the fuse and lie back for the explosive ending.

  “You’re not the only one who has been affected by this. I don’t have time to get into a heated debate on the subject.” I nonchalantly closed the door and soon heard the sound of her fingernails scratching with a desperate need to hold onto the piece of heaven I had given her.

  Chapter Three - Roseanne

  The brownstone was exactly how I had envisioned it. It was a throwback to a different era. The black marble of the counter and the steel appliances weren’t part of the brochure. The landlord had just finished upgrading and renovating the place. I didn’t need to see the whole thing, with the architecture more than enough to get me to put my hard-earned money down.

  The landlord was quite helpful in getting me moved in. He was a kindly old gentleman of Chinese descent. I gave him the first month’s rent with a hefty retainer for damages if any were to occur. He even invited me to have dinner with him and his family on the weekend. It was nice to be included.

  I had very little to my name. Thankfully, the furnishings came with the place, including a king-size bed. The internet was included in the price. I wasn’t going to need cable. I had everything I needed with the internet connection, including a phone with a one-way calling feature.

  I had gotten something from the grocery store and heated it up in the microwave. It wasn’t as good as my mother’s home cooking. Shortly after eating, I headed to bed. My sheets were the one luxury I had brought with me. The thread count made me sleep like a newborn baby in the comforting embrace of her mother.

  Waking up to the sound of a car alarm made me cringe. The blinds were heavy and dark enough not to let too much light in. It was barely 7:00 a.m. I had an hour to get ready before the interview process. I’d done my due diligence on Mr. Snowdon to know he was a self-made billionaire. Nobody had given him a damn thing and I wanted to learn his secret of success.

  I padded my way down the hallway until I was standing in a very hot shower, steaming up the mirror. It was a welcome respite to enjoy how the hot
water cascaded in rivers down my body. My apprehension and tension about how I was going to announce myself to Mr. Snowdon were temporarily dissolved.

  I decided to wear the same thing that I had on the flight, freshly laundered in the washer and dryer combination in a closet made for just the occasion. The clothing was already laid out on my bed waiting for me when I emerged with a towel draped around me.

  I heard the announcement of an email on my laptop. One look confirmed my suspicion. My mother was worried about me and was biting her nails trying to get in touch with me. I had given them no warning about my sudden abandonment. The brief message I had left them did very little to explain.

  “I know you’re probably all right, but please give us a call or send us a message at your earliest convenience,” she wrote. “Your father worries you are lying in a ditch somewhere begging for help. You know how he gets about his little girl and how protective he can be. I hope you find what you’re looking for. We had to call the cops on Jason. He showed up drunk, swinging a baseball bat and waking up the neighbors. Sometime today we are going to get a restraining order to keep him fifty yards away from us at all times.” She ended by telling me how much they missed me, but they knew this was something I had to do.

  I carefully constructed a message with very little detail of where I landed. I couldn’t risk any of this information falling into the wrong hands. I had gotten away from the nightmare and I had no interest in reliving the ordeal.

  I could smell the fresh paint on the walls. It was a good thing I wasn’t allergic to latex. It was a neutral color meant to allow the occupant to put their own touch on things. My analytical brain was more about functionality than style.

  I did have a pastime that I had never shared with anyone. Paint-by-number had given me an outlet for any kind of frustration. Not even Jason knew of the hidden spot in the basement of our two-bedroom home dedicated to my hobby. My pain was intricately splashed onto the canvas in bold black and red colors. It was a cathartic exercise and somewhat responsible for how I had finally cut the ties the puppet master was using to control me.

  I got dressed and twirled in place to see myself from every angle. The red high heels were to hopefully grab the attention of Mr. Snowdon. I wanted something unique without being a carbon copy of everyone else.

  “I know you can do this. Put one foot in front of the other and don’t look back. You can’t let Jason define you. No man should have the satisfaction of making any woman feel small and insignificant. I feel confident and self-assured. This is my job to lose. I won’t let some idiot with no brain in her head bump me out of the line. Nobody is going to intimidate me.” I kept repeating it like my own personal mantra. They were words to live by.

  I got into Lotus Position on my bed and closed my eyes to block out the ambient noises outside of the room. It felt good to be at one with myself. There were no obstacles I couldn’t overcome with perseverance.

  “I can’t go in there looking confused. My love of cars is going to give me an edge over the competition. The only stumbling block is my résumé. I don’t have any real experience. I will be able to convince them to give me a chance to prove myself.” I was breathing smoothly in through my nose and out through my mouth to get rid of all the bad toxins in my body.

  Living healthy wasn’t necessarily just about the body. The mind could get cluttered with nonsense. I was trying to avoid any unnecessary distractions. I was my own worst enemy. Sabotaging the interview would be easy if I found myself stumbling for words. Practicing was giving me the muscle memory to answer any of their questions.

  I could smell the coffee brewing and the necessary pick-me-up of caffeine was waiting for me. I had been trying to find a way to intravenously consume the caffeine without any hassle. Sipping it was taking away from my day. These were minutes I could’ve used in a more productive way.

  I looked around and felt at home. The exposed beams had this classic and modern touch. The iron railing leading to the second floor was a remnant from how the place looked back in the day. It was a mix of old and new coming together. I thought it was going to be awkward, but it wasn’t. I was content, but still not looking forward to the judgment looking across me at the interview. It was most likely my insecurities getting the best of me.

  I rummaged through my purse until I found my secret weapon. It was a subtle perfume not overpowering to the senses. It was a pleasure to inhale with a halo of the sweet essence surrounding me. I made sure to apply it to my neck and between my breasts as well as the inside of my wrists.

  My makeup was sparse. I felt it was unnecessary to paint my face like a clown or some common escort looking for her next John. I was ready for war. God help anybody who stood in my way. The confidence was building by the second.

  The frosted glass on the front door made it hard for anybody to see inside. I closed the drapes and looked at the bus schedule. It dawned on me that I could probably walk the few blocks to the office. I had not only chosen the place because of the architecture. It was all about location and how easily I could come and go as I pleased.

  I heard the clicking of my heels on the sidewalk and I stopped for a moment at the flower shop to inhale the fragrance of the many species. It was this cacophony of aromas that assaulted my olfactory sense. My favorite was the prerequisite red rose with all of its thorns. It reminded me of how I had shed two hundred pounds of dead weight from my life. Jason was the thorn and I was the bloom trying desperately to start over.

  I went a few more blocks and found myself staring up at a wall of windows. The best view was most likely at the very top. The ladder of success didn’t go any higher. It was a long way down. It was a lot of responsibility and no doubt strangled Mr. Snowdon on any given day.

  I straightened my back and walked with purpose. I took the elevator up to the necessary floor and found many applicants fine-tuning their resumes. It looked like a cosmetic doctor and his clientele had walked through the door. I felt a little overdressed. These girls were using the advantages God and plastic gave them.

  I took a seat and tried not to make eye contact with any of them. I concentrated my efforts on looking at the classic motif of black and white. You couldn’t go wrong with those two colors, displayed in everything from the floor to the furnishings.

  The seat was uncomfortable and made of some aerodynamic design. It was supposed to make your posture better. The black leather stuck to my legs.

  There was no girl behind the front desk. This process was what was going to fill that spot.

  “I don’t suppose you have a pen?” a girl asked me. She was my age of twenty-one, but she was clearly ready to break away from the control of her parents.

  “Keep it,” I said as I handed her one. “I have plenty more where that came from.”

  She was in no mood for idle chitchat. She went back to mumbling underneath her breath and scratching with the pen I had provided her with.

  I had no doubt there were those who were ready to embellish the truth to suit their purposes. I was going to rely on my good sense and judgment to force them to look at me as a viable candidate.

  I heard two people talking, and I glanced up to see a handsome man with a buzz cut walking with the long strides of his six foot two, two hundred twenty pound frame. There was no wasted motion. He was still talking when we made eye contact. It felt like butterflies were trying to escape my stomach.

  He almost walked into a door, but somehow he avoided it like some unseen radar was directing his movements. He disappeared behind the closed doors of the boardroom. The air was ripe with tension as each person walked through to the other side. I could almost sense certain anticipation for what their boss was going to say next.

  I was in fear of being lost in the shuffle. I was going to have to stand out from the crowd. The only way to do that was to leave a lasting impression.

  I was impressed with their latest offering. It was a little pricey, but the money was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. It was al
ways about the first to market. Thomas Snowdon was known for striking when the iron was hot.

  He came out and whispered to the woman conducting the interviews in a loud enough voice to be heard by the other candidates. “I want to see her in thirty minutes.” He was motioning in my direction. I looked around to make sure I wasn’t fooling myself into thinking his interest was in me.

  The girl conducting the interviews didn’t look very happy with how he had suddenly taken control. It appeared he was going to personally sit in on the interview, which was only going to make me more nervous.

  I was fed up and my nerves were frazzled. Thankfully, I had something to take off the edge. It wasn’t some illegal substance. I had brought along a thermos of hot herbal tea.

  Chapter Four - Tom

  I saw all of these blank faces around the table. They were listening to my every word about the next projected fiscal year. Their expressions told the story of how they were seeing dollar signs in their eyes. The table was surrounded by those with the intellectual know-how to get things done. The one plainly in his own world was Logan.

  He was the pretty-boy blond surfer able to weasel his way into any woman’s pants. His dimples made girls fawn all over him. I tried my best to separate him from those I was interested in. He never took things too far, but he came dangerously close to the invisible line drawn in the sand.

  “I think you can all agree this next year is shaping up to be a good one. If we all play our cards right there might even be bonuses at Christmas.”

  The new car coming off the showroom floor was getting rave reviews from those in the industry. It took a few years to complete the design, but it was ready to become a household name.

  I kept thinking about the girl with those eyes that burned right into my soul. One look was enough for me to want to know more about her. I was ready to find out if she would be the best fit. I was hoping there was more to her than her casual appearance. She didn’t look like a pin-up model, but I loved how she carried herself.