Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Wow. Can't you get your brother-in-law to stop hitting your sister?”

  “I've tried. I set some of my heavies on him once, but my sister went mental. Totally mental. I can't understand it. She kept saying that it wasn't his fault.”

  “I'm sorry to hear about your brother. That's hard.”

  “Harder for him. It's made my parents’ lives so difficult. I think they feel guilty. As for me, I went to high school, graduated, and went to the Yale School of Management.”

  Avaline finished her wine and put the empty glass down on the ground. He still had droplets of water on him, and she was sorely tempted to run her hand over his stomach and grasp his manhood. It was the wine, she told herself.

  “But how did you get so rich? It's no mean feat.”

  “I bought a piece of land when I was twenty for next to nothing. It was just a speculative deal. Then the military decided they wanted it for a shooting range. They paid me ten times what I'd paid for it. After that, I was up and running. I reinvested and bought four apartments in LA. They were pretty seedy when I bought them, but I renovated them and sold them at the right time. I just kept the circle going. Buy, sell, reinvest. You can see the result.” He gestured to the house.

  “Yes. Well done. I would never have thought to do that.”

  He turned his head to look at her. His eyes ran over her smooth legs and admired the shape of her thighs. “You are different. You are worth more than pure money. You don't have to get rich.” A cat appeared from somewhere and began to rub around the bottom of the sofa. “That's Duke. He's the boss around here.”

  “So you like animals?”

  “Love them. They are so much more trustworthy than people.” He put his hand out and Duke purred as Colten stroked him.

  “Do you want a family one day?” she asked. “Settle down with one woman and have some kids?”

  “One day. But I'm only thirty-three. Time is hardly pressing.”

  “Well think about this. If you wait until you're forty, when your child leaves college, say at twenty-three, you'll be sixty-three—almost ready to retire. You shouldn't leave it too long.”

  “A very gloomy outlook indeed,” he said.

  Edwin came out and asked what time Colten wanted dinner. They settled on 8 p.m.

  They ate in a dining room that was large enough to house a fourteen-seater table. It was bigger than a pool table. They sat next to each other at one end, and Avaline looked over the vast expanse of the unused table and imagined it filled with children, grandparents, and aunts and uncles.

  After dinner, Avaline was tired. The wine has taken its toll. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” she said, and she was tempted to kiss him.

  “My pleasure,” he said.

  When she had gone to bed, he sighed. She was hotter than hot, but for the first time in his life, he didn't know quite how to approach a woman. She just sent out negative signals all the time. He wasn't used to it. But he still had his trump card to play, and that was that he was the boss and she had to do what he said or leave. But did he really want to play that card on someone so lovely? He might.

  After two weeks, Avaline returned to work. She and Colten had spent most evenings chatting around the pool. As each evening passed, Colten became more and more frustrated. Every time he tried to lead the conversation toward the bedroom, she refused his advances by telling him it was unprofessional to sleep with one another.

  *****

  “Avaline,” Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office, carrying a notepad. “I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.”

  “Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?”

  “Me and you.”

  “Er...okay,” She looked at him suspiciously.

  “Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in London, and I need my PA with me.”

  “But you've never done any business outside the US.”

  “And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.”

  “Right. When are we going?”

  “Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. First class for me, economy for you.”

  Avaline looked a little disappointed, but Colten was in no mood for it. It would do her good to realize who was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel like she was way down in the pecking order again.

  The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International Airport, and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed, having slept most of the way in a comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class.

  When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights. He paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they’d left LA.

  When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded Avaline, who was nodding off next to him. “Look. That's where the queen hangs out. It's great to see, isn't it?” Avaline nodded, her eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it, nothing to get worked up about. Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column, and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.

  Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following day, so in the meantime he did some preparation in his room.

  At 6 p.m. he rang Avaline.

  “Hello?” she said in a gruff voice.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes. Very.”

  “Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant.” He hung up.

  Avaline had packed a black cocktail dress, and she decided if he were going to be an asshole to her, then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from LA, and it was perfectly obvious that her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot that he'd have an erection all through dinner.

  When she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the hotel, and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cozy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts standing proud for this attention. Her blond hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.

  “You look stunning,” he said. “I know you're my PA, and you don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.”

  “Well, it's London. It's a classy place, so I decided to make a bit of an effort.”

  While the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It was make or break time. He wanted her, and he was used to getting his way. No, he always got his way. If she refused him, then it would be the last time.

  “That was great,” she said after coffee. “It's really a luxurious place, isn't it? More luxury than I have ever seen.”

  “You could have all the luxury in the world; you know that.”

  “I know. You keep telling me. Only I know what I have to do for that, and I'm not a gold digger, and as I've said so often, it's unprofessional.”

  He looked at her as his erection grew larger. “I don't think you quite understand. I don't just want you for a quickie or a few months. My intentions are honorable.”

  “Not according to your track record. What else do I have to go on? I need this job, and if you get bored of me and kick me out, where will I go? No, Colten, it's not right.”

  Colten stood up and offere
d her his arm. “Very well. Let me escort you to your room and we'll call it a night.” She took his arm, and they proceeded to leave the restaurant. On the way past an elderly couple, Colten heard the lady say, “What a lovely couple.”

  It seemed to Colten as if the elevator took an age to get to the third floor. Eventually, a bell rang and the door opened. “This is me,” Avaline said. “I can manage from here.”

  “No way. Look what happened to you in LA when you were left on your own.”

  “Colten, I'm in a luxury London hotel. I'm hardly going to get mugged between here and my room.”

  Colten wasn't having it. He got out of the elevator and proceeded to escort her to her room. Outside room 315, she stopped and looked for the key in her bag.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I will remember it for a long time,” she said.

  Colten snatched the key card from her hand and shoved it into the slot. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open.

  “What are you...?”

  “I've had enough of this. I want you and I'm going to have you. I'm going take what I want, and you're going to enjoy it.”

  “But I told you—”

  Colten pulled her into the room and pushed her face first against the wall. He closed the door with his foot and leaned against her back. He put his mouth on her neck and kissed it.

  “You want it as much as I do, so stop playing games with me. You're teasing me, and I've had more than my fill of it.”

  She felt his hand at the hem of her dress and soon her buttocks were exposed to the cool air in the room. He pulled her string off in one easy movement and put his hand over her vulva.

  “As I thought, you're wet as hell. Now tell me you don't want me.” Avaline didn't say anything. The authority in his voice and the way he'd ripped her panties off had turned her on. “Come on, tell me. You want it too, don't you?” He let his fingers massage her womanhood as he kissed her neck again.

  “Damn you. Yes, I want it. But I want more than a quick screw. If I let you take me, that's it; I want it all. I'm not one of your cheap whores.”

  “I've told you, you can have it all. Whatever you want.” His free hand reached around and pulled one of her breasts out of the flimsy dress. Her nipple was already hard.

  “I want love, respect, and your affection.”

  He pulled her from the wall and threw her onto the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her. “You got it, babe. You got it all. Now just let me fuck you for Christ’s sake.”

  She kissed him back and put her arm around his neck. With his body on top of hers, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. He pulled away and stood up. He threw his jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and took off his tie. His shoes and socks followed the jacket.

  Avaline sat up and helped him unfasten his shirt. When it slipped off his shoulders, she ran her hands over his smooth skin. She playfully raked her nails over his chest and kissed each of his nipples.

  “There's something going on down here,” she said. “Let's see what you've got.” She lowered his zipper and put her hand inside his pants and then into his shorts. “Now that's a cock,” she whispered as she felt how long and thick he was.

  He smiled and reached down to her dress. He unfastened the halter and let it fall from her breasts. “Nice,” he whispered as he fondled them. He pulled her hand out of his pants and slid them, and his shorts, down past his thighs. Avaline slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed, naked. When he was ready, he lay down next to her and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her with a low moan. She stayed still and bent down to kiss him.

  “So you like a woman on top?” she asked.

  “I want to look at you. I want to see your face and your tits.” He thrust his hips up, encouraging her to move. And move she did. She bucked up and down on him, pressing her pubic bone against his shaft. He played with her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples. She increased the pace, her hips moving back and forth as fast as she could manage. When he reached behind her and groped her buttocks, she let out a loud moan and slumped in a shaking heap on top of him. He put his strong arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He lay still until her orgasm was over. Then he entered her again. This time, he was in charge, and he began to thrust into her with hard strokes that made her gasp. He was heavy on her but warm, and she loved the intimacy. She loved the coarse feel of the hair on his thighs and the feel of his face as she ran her fingers over his cheeks. He was an intense lover who demanded she open her legs as wide as she could and take him into her. He was a man, a real man, the kind of man she'd always wanted. Now that he was between her legs, she wanted him to stay there forever.

  He rammed her harder, his lust overflowing. She fought back, wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up, demanding his seed. He began to sweat, and she loved the scent of him.

  “Come on,” she said. “Take me with you.” She reached down and touched herself.

  “I'm coming, fucking coming,” he shouted. Avaline rubbed herself furiously and reached an intense orgasm at the same time his semen spilled from him and into her warm depth.

  On top of her, breathing hard, he kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She wrapped her long legs tighter around his back, not wanting him to leave her. When he had to, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He took her hand and lay it on his stomach.

  “I like you a hell of a lot. I'm not letting you go,” he said.

  “I want to spend so much time with you. I want to know all of you. You know I can't be your PA now, don't you?”

  “Yes, I know. What do you really want to do?”

  “I want to be a mom.”

  “Well, let's see what we can arrange,” he said, rolling onto his side. “Give me a few minutes.”

  *****

  THE END

  ALPHA BILLIONAIRE Romance – Bad Boy Billionaire

  1

  Dana loved her business. That was an odd thing to admit to herself, since she had never even used a sex toy in her life. She pleasured herself, of course, but she had never felt the need to use something like the latex dildos she rang up and placed into discrete black plastic bags for her customers.

  Dana was three years out of business school, and she’d always known what kind of business she wanted have. After all, sex sells. She opened the Treasure Box a month after graduating, and it hadn’t taken long for the little shop to take off. It was a squat, square building with dim windows and a parking lot in the rear. Everyone liked to buy sex toys, but no one liked to be seen doing it.

  The shop started off doing well, and Dana had hired Jeff, a thirty-something stoner, to help out so she could actually have a day or two off here and there. Lately, though, the business had been down. The internet was cutting into her profits more and more, and she had let Jeff go. He had been more disappointed about never getting her into bed than he was about losing his job.

  Dana was attractive, and she knew it. She was lithe but curvy, with large breasts and a bubble butt. She had a flat tummy and long brown hair, which she always pulled back into a simple ponytail. She didn’t put much effort into looking good, but she didn’t have to. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes smoky and a grayish blue. She had white teeth and a perfect smile, and her voice was husky. Jeff had always said she looked like she could have been a famous actress in the forties.

  She wasn’t quite twenty-five, and she’d had a string of boyfriends since high school, but none had ever amounted to much of anything. It was always just a bit of fun, and then they wanted something more serious, and she freaked out and ended it.

  Most guys expected her to be a sexual creature, owning a sex shop and everything, but Dana had always tended to be a little bit vanilla in bed. She had grown up in an ultra-conservative household, and it had affected her. Her mother had almost fainted when she told her she was opening a shop that sold dildos and fake vaginas, and her father hadn’t talked to her for o
ver a year. Things were better now, but her parents never asked about her business.

  It was a Thursday when she met him: Gregory Jones, tall, dark, and handsome. He entered the Treasure Chest alone. It was ten in the morning. Dana had just opened. No one else was there yet, and the young woman had been stocking a new shipment of cock rings near the back of the store. She had heard the bell ring, a little silver chime that hung over the doorway and was rocked when the door opened and hit it.

  She called out to her new customer. “I’m back here! Yell when you’re ready to check out.”

  There wasn’t an answer for a moment, and it made Dana nervous. She stood up and turned, just in time to see the sexiest-looking man she had ever seen step around the final aisle and smile at her. He was tanned and tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw that made it seem as though he had missed his calling as a superhero. His hair was fair, blond and wavy, though he kept it trimmed quite short. He was wearing a suit that looked expensive to even Dana’s eye, untrained as it was in such matters.

  “Hey there,” the man said. “I could use your help.”

  “What can I do for you?” Dana asked, and then she realized she was holding a cock ring package. She put it down quickly, her cheeks burning. The man seemed to take note of her sudden flash of embarrassment, his brow rising, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.

  “Do you sell strap-on dildos?”

  Dana nodded. “Sure. Follow me.”

  She had to step around the man to get out of the aisle. When she did, she brushed against him slightly it was as if her whole body exploded. She felt a heat, and she realized that she had just met the man, but she wanted him badly already.

  She went toward the middle of the store, down an aisle with a few strap-on dildo choices.

  “Ah, thank you,” the man said.

  “Sure. I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” Dana said, and she turned to leave, but the man held up a hand.

  “Actually, I need some more help. I don’t know much about these.”