Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  Soon she began to gasp for air, his mouth still on her wet folds, his hands massaging her breasts, driving her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Still standing next to the bed, he pulled her to him and opened her legs. She didn't want him to see her belly, so she turned onto her stomach. When he looked down at the curve of her hips and buttocks and the length of her well-defined back, his penis became so hard it began to ache. He spread her legs, put his tip to her opening, and pushed himself into her warmth. She shoved her head into the bed and grabbed the sheets.

  “God, Alina,” he said, gasping for air as he thrust hard, his thighs banging against her buttocks. “Do you like it?”

  She turned her head to one side. “I love it. Give it to me harder.”

  He took her hair, pulled her head up, and thrust as hard as he could. She cried out and shook underneath him. He felt her getting still wetter as another orgasm shuddered through her. When she came, he let go of her hair, and she fell to the bed, letting out a huge moan.

  Still inside her, he began to massage her back. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. He wasn't in a rush. He was taking the time to please all of her. She sighed as his hands relieved the tension of the last few days and moaned when he started to thrust again, this time slowly, with long, regular strokes.

  “My God, Ryan, you're so...” She didn't finish. Her next orgasm took over. His hands massaging her back and the feel of him moving inside her was too much. She held on to the bed when her whole body convulsed.

  He was anxious to see her face now. He pulled out of her and turned her over. Her hands flew to her belly, but he pulled them away and kissed the area she was trying to hide. She tried to push him away, but he didn't move. The kisses continued until she relaxed.

  “All of you is beautiful,” he said.

  “But I hate my—” He put a finger to her lips, and she fell silent.

  He got onto the bed next to her and pushed her legs open. She threw her arms around him when he entered her again. His body felt great on hers. It was hard and muscular, and she loved the feel of the hairs on his thighs. She rubbed her hand over his chin, feeling the coarseness.

  They kissed, their tongues moving in time to his thrusts. Soon she felt his shaft twitching, and she knew he couldn't last much longer. She didn't care anymore whether he was her boss or not. He was her lover, and his arousal was hers.

  “Come inside me,” she said. “I want your sperm deep in me.” Ryan cried out, pushed her arms into the bed, and came, remaining still until every drop left him.

  *****

  It was as most days in LA: beautiful. Only it was much warmer than usual. Alina was dreading the day in front of her. She and Ryan had been lovers for months, but she was beginning to have doubts about where it was all leading. Reluctantly, she'd decided that Ryan wasn't the man for her. He wasn't husband material and never would be. Ryan was married to his business, and as long as he had a beautiful woman to bang, he would be happy.

  “Ryan, can I talk to you?” she said as soon as he arrived.

  “Sure. For you, anything.” He was in a great mood, and that made her task all the more difficult.

  “Ryan, I've decided I want to end our relationship.”

  “Nice one. Now, what do you really want to talk about?”

  “Ryan, listen to me. I don't want it anymore. It's not right. You're my boss. I know I've let it go on for too long, but I hope you understand. It's not right.”

  “Why do you want to stop?”

  “I've told you. You're the boss and always will be. We will never have a relationship on an even footing. I have learned so much here, about business and about...sex.”

  He smiled. “Which have you learned more about?”

  “Sex,” she admitted.

  “Okay. If you stay, you know I'll always want you.”

  “That's just the problem. You're the boss, and I'll always feel like I have to give myself to you.”

  “What about Paris?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Pierre, the developer we met, he told me he's looking for an international PA. It'd be great for you, a chance in a million.”

  “Ryan,” she exclaimed. “That would be...fabulous.”

  “Then I'll call him.”

  *****

  Alina lived and worked in Paris for the rest of her life. Every time she passed the Four Seasons George V Hotel, she remembered the night she'd first made love to Ryan. She saw it as the moment her great adventure began. If she hadn't made love to him, she wouldn't be in Paris and she would never have met her wonderful husband, Jacques, or had her children, Emma and Charlotte.

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – What the Boss Wants, He Gets

  Colten Lewis looked at his watch. He hated tardiness. He looked up at the tatty apartment building and imagined what it would look like once his builders had finished with it. The rental income from the luxury apartments would be much higher than it was now. How could a real estate owner let a building in such a prime location get so dilapidated? he wondered. All the tenants would have to leave. There would be protests, no doubt. The usual ban the bomb, support mass immigration assholes would turn up. Then there would be the press reporting what a bad man he was for putting old ladies and families with handicapped kids on the streets. They always took that line, the press. But not one of the journalists had ever bothered to dig below the surface and see what Colten really did with tenants he wanted to move. Most of them got more cash than they could earn in a lifetime, and if they went without making a fuss, he always rehoused them in much better accommodations. The problem was that if you had to move three hundred tenants, there were always a couple who chained themselves to the front door in protest. Most of those who protested had never done a day’s work in their lives. Colten called them freeloaders, people who lived on welfare and feigned illness so they would never have to work.

  “You're late,” Colten said as he got out of his chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. “The price has just gone down a hundred grand.”

  “Sorry, Colten. Bloody traffic,” Jim Nail said. Jim was old now, and he could no longer run a credible business. It had all become too fast for him. The deals were more complicated than in years gone by. In those days, you shook a man's hand and the deal was done, no clowning around with lots of lawyers. At seventy-six, he'd decided to sell his portfolio, and he intended to sell most of it to Colten. He knew Colten would drive a hard bargain, but Colten was trustworthy and did what he said he would do.

  “You're not walking too well, Jim,” Colten observed.

  “Gout,” Jim replied.

  “Not surprised, what with all the alcohol you pour down your neck.”

  Colten was one hard son of a bitch, but he was straight and fair. Jim laughed to himself when he remembered what his wife always said when she talked about Colten: great mind, great body, great catch.

  “Where's that lovely PA you used to have? Every time I call your office I get some guy on the phone,” Jim asked.

  “Fired her,” Colten said coolly.

  “Why? She was hot and efficient. Why would you fire such a good advert for your company?”

  “Because she didn't do what she was told,” Colten replied.

  “You mean she wouldn't let you screw her.”

  “That would be very wrong of me as a boss,” Colten said.

  “But true nonetheless,” Jim added. Colten smiled.

  “Anyhow, I've got a new PA starting Monday. If you thought the last one was nice, you've gotta see this one.”

  *****

  “Are you nervous, Avaline?” Penny asked.

  “No. Why should I be?” Avaline Francis replied as she put the finishing touches on her nails.

  “Maybe you've forgotten, but you start your first job tomorrow. You know, at CL Real Estate?”

  “How could I forget,” Avaline replied.

  Avaline and Penny shared a student apartment in a seedy area of Los Angeles. Not that either of them w
as still a student. They had both recently finished secretarial college and had found jobs. Penny had passed a casting shoot and was soon to star in a porn movie with one of America's hottest adult actors. Avaline had also given the idea of porn some thought but had decided it was degrading. When she'd gone to pick Penny up from the studio, the director had begged Avaline to take her clothes off, but she'd refused.

  “It's such a pity. You're really hot. Look at your sexy legs and those boobs,” he'd said.

  Avaline wondered how a gay man could possibly judge her, but apparently he was one of the world's best adult movie makers, so he must know a thing or two.

  “You'll have to sit in an office and take orders while I travel the world to exotic locations.”

  “Crap. The furthest you'll get is Brighton Beach where a well-hung Russian will shag your brains out and come all over your belly,” Avaline said. “And besides, no man tells me what to do. Remember John and what happened to him?”

  How could I forget? Penny thought Poor John. He'd been Avaline's boyfriend for years, and although she'd cheated on him numerous times, he'd never found out. When he'd told her he didn't like her new hairstyle, she'd gone crazy. First she'd taken a picture of his manhood while he was asleep and posted it on Facebook under the heading, “Small Cock for Sale.” Then she'd taken all his clothes and stuffed them down a drain outside the apartment.

  Penny looked at Avaline. She was a beautiful woman. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and they were as shapely as any woman's. She had long, natural blond hair and a smile no man seemed able to resist.

  “Out in the real world, I think you'll find it's different, especially in the business world.” Penny took the pot of nail varnish Avaline had handed her and began to paint her own nails. “There are a lot of very hard men around. You won't be able to click your fingers and have them fall to their knees like you did with all the others you've had.”

  “I've never met a man strong enough to resist me yet. I can twist them all around my little finger. All I have to do is show a bit of leg and flutter my eyes and the poor creatures buckle.”

  “You're so wrong; you'll find out sometime.”

  *****

  Avaline looked at her watch; she was five minutes late. CL Real Estate was located in a huge glass-fronted building in downtown LA. Colten's company occupied the top three floors, and the rest of the building was occupied by various companies, from banks to shipping companies. By the time she got to the top floor, she was ten minutes late.

  “Hi. I'm Avaline Francis. I'm starting work as Mr. Lewis's PA today,” she said to the woman behind the magnificent reception desk.

  “He's expecting you. Through that door there.”

  Avaline looked behind her and saw a double glass door. It led to a smaller office with a desk, which she assumed was hers. Another door led from that office to Colten's. She knocked and entered.

  “You're late. Your first day and you're late. I would have thought you’d be twenty minutes early. That's what I expect.”

  He was tall and dark, and she noticed his nose had been broken at one point. It wasn't crooked, but it was flatter than most men's. She hadn't met him at the interview; he'd asked his personnel department to choose a few suitable candidates. He'd taken two things into consideration when hiring her. First, what the personnel department had to say, and second, the way she looked in the photo of her they gave him.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “That's your desk out in the small office. You don't come in here unless I call you. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you're working hours are twenty-four seven.”

  “Sorry?”

  “You are to be available any time, day or night, when I need you. I operate an international business.” He sat on the edge of his desk and looked at her tanned legs. “Calls come in at all times of the day and night. It will happen that I call you in the middle of the night and ask you to come in. The world never sleeps, and neither will you when I need you. Clear?”

  “Yes, it's clear.” Be professional and do as he requests. After a few weeks, you'll have more control over him, she thought.

  “Good. Today you're going to spend the rest of the day with Jean from personnel. She's going to show you how we do things around here. I like things done my way. I expect a lot from my employees; that's why they are well paid. They also respect me.” He turned and looked out the window. “This is a special view. You can see the ocean and a lot of LA. I earned this view with my own sweat. Nobody will ever take it away from me. If you work hard for me, you will get a lot of rewards as well.”

  Avaline remembered what Penny had said about there being some hard people in the big wide world. If she was right, he was surely one of them. “I'll do my very best to do a good job,” she said.

  “You can start with your timekeeping then, can't you?” he said harshly. “Tell Jean to bring you back up to my office at 5 p.m. You'll find her one floor below, room 365.”

  Avaline felt like she'd just been grilled by an army officer. Nobody had ever set out so many rules for her.

  At 5 p.m. she stood in Colten's office and waited until he'd finished his telephone call.

  “That's all I can pay, Jim. It's a fair price. Look at the place; it's almost derelict.” Without another word on his end, he put the phone down and clapped his hands together. “Another great deal done. Making money is all about purchasing at the lowest price possible.” Avaline nodded. “One compliment I do have for you is how nice you look,” he said. She was wearing a short black skirt, black pantyhose, and a blue blouse. “You look very businesslike, and your hair and makeup are perfect.”

  She hated being judged by a man in such a way. He'd appraised her like a farmer would appraise a prize bull. But she was going to be professional. “Thank you,” she said.

  “Party time. The day's for working and the evening’s for enjoyment. Come with me; I'm going to introduce you to the gang.”

  *****

  When they arrived at the Hopeless Sinner, a bar, restaurant, and health club, Avaline could hear the beat of loud music from outside. Colten got out of the Rolls and opened her door. When she got out, he was careful to note how shapely her legs were as they slid from the leather seat.

  “This is our playground, the Hopeless Sinner. I own it, and a guy called Tony Jameson runs it for me.”

  They had stopped close to the waterfront. It was a curious building that Avaline would never have thought he owned. Built of wood, it looked like an Austrian log cabin. There was a veranda at the front and a large neon sign on the roof advertising the best fish in town.

  “Tony, this is Avaline, my new PA. Whenever she wants to come here with her friends, you look after her and put whatever they have on my tab. Okay?”

  Tony was a young man of around twenty-five, tall and thin and Hispanic looking. “Sure, boss. Do you want the usual this evening?” Colten nodded.

  “Remember that, Avaline. Bring your friends here whenever you want. Now let me show you around.”

  They were standing in the bar area. In front of the bar, which extended down the side of the interior, there were wooden tables and chairs. She followed him through a door and into the restaurant area.

  “Wow. This is pretty special,” she said.

  “Yes. All the furniture was imported from Indonesia especially. The palm trees are from Egypt. We tried to get a real nice colonial look.”

  “Well you succeeded. It's really atmospheric.” Avaline imagined herself transported back to the days of the British in India.

  “Wait till you see this,” he said.

  They went through another door and down some steps. After they had walked down a corridor, Colten pushed a door open, and then they were in paradise. Avaline was sure they were now underground. What she saw was a vast cavern with a domed roof and a serpent-shaped swimming pool. She gasped. At the side of the pool were two Jacuzzis and more palm trees, only these were bigger than those in the resta
urant. When she looked more closely, she saw they were artificial. She assumed that because there was no real daylight, real ones wouldn't survive there.

  “I'll tell you what we're going to do this evening. We're going to have a bottle or two of champagne, have some of Tony's best seafood, and come down here and relax.”

  “But I haven't got any swimwear with me,” she said.

  “Don't worry about that; we don't need clothes.”

  “Er...excuse me? I'm not cavorting around here in the nude.”

  He laughed. “Then you're the first prudish PA I've ever had. Most of them were only too pleased to get their clothes off. Especially when they saw what my friends looked like.”

  “Well, I...” Avaline was caught. She didn't want to appear prudish, but surely this was beyond the call of duty. It was also quite unprofessional. She'd gone to CL Real Estate to start a career, not prance around like a two-bit hooker. “Sorry, Colten, but I'd rather not be naked.”

  “Okay. How long will it take you to choose a bikini?”

  “Er...a few minutes.”

  “Great. Then the chauffeur will take you downtown. You get a bikini and be back here by six thirty. Okay? Here's two hundred dollars.”

  Avaline was beginning to feel like a kept woman. She wasn't used to this level of attention, and it was a little overwhelming. She also didn't much fancy being in a bikini for all of Colten's friends to gawp at. But she needed the job, and she'd already pissed Colten off by arriving late for work. The last thing she wanted was to have to join Penny on the set of some B porn movie.

  When the chauffeur, whose name she discovered was Robert, dropped her off outside Raylene's Swim and Casuals, Avaline immediately saw a beautiful bikini in the display window.

  Raylene was about five foot nine and as butch as any woman Avaline had ever seen. “Yes, we've got that in your size. It's great quality. Look.”

  “Yes,” Avaline said, looking at the multicolored material.

  “Do you want to try it on?”

  Avaline had heard a lot of stories about the dangers of trying swimwear on. Most of it had been tried on before by an average of five women. “Has anyone tried it on before?”