Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  “I know.”

  “I wanted to do it all on my own.”

  “I wanted to help. I think I already knew I loved you.”

  “The worst part is I think I love you too,” Dana said. “Or at least I did, but now…I don’t know. I trusted you. I told you I didn’t want your help.”

  Greg sighed and held his hands up. “I sold the place, you know.”

  “I know. The guy came by a few days ago.”

  “You found a new job?” Greg asked her.

  “Yes,” Dana said.

  “You like it?”

  “No.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Open a new shop. Not a sex shop, but something.”

  Greg was nodding. “I could help you, if you wanted. Or not.”

  Dana sighed. “Why are you here?”

  “I want you to take me back,” Greg said.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “I sold your shop, to make it right.”

  “You shouldn’t have bought it in the first place,” Dana said. She was growing tired of the argument, but she found herself yearning to ask the man to come inside, yearning to pull him to her bed.

  “I gave all of the money to charity,” Greg said.

  “Which one?”

  Greg laughed. “A lot of them.”

  Dana couldn’t help it. She threw herself forward, into his arms, and he wrapped those arms around her. Their lips met, and he backpedaled. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips.

  “Shut up,” she said. “Take me inside and fuck me. Oh, and I’m in charge this time.”

  Greg smiled. “Yes, ma'am,” he said.

  Dana gripped him by the hair and pulled roughly. “I said keep quiet,” she said again. And all through the night, he did.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – His Orders

  “Don’t you start a new job tomorrow, Erica?” Janey asked.

  “I do,” I replied excitedly.

  We were at a club. The music pounded in my chest. I wasn’t really looking forward to starting work on a Sunday, but when you got a job, it was important to play by their rules.

  I sipped at my drink and looked around the bar. More than a few attractive and well-dressed men were about, and my mouth watered. One, in particular, caught my eye.

  He was tall, with a chiseled jawline. A swoop of blond hair wrapped around the top of his head, edging down to his piercing blue eyes that I thought I’d get lost in if he were nearby. I wondered what he was like in a carnal sense. I could feel his strong arms holding me upright, his kisses making me beg for more.

  “Who’s the new kid you’ll be taking care of?” she asked, snapping me from my imagination. I had to take a second to remember what we were talking about.

  “He’s a wonderful young man named Kevin,” I replied. “He’s barely in first grade, but he’s a smart kid.”

  “I will never understand why you like taking care of kids so much,” Janey, said taking another drink from her scotch.

  Janey was always a straightforward woman, and I liked her for being so; she wouldn’t let me get away with anything. She was like the sister I wish I had. She was taller and prettier than I was, but that didn’t mean she got all the dates. I guess my petite and matronly charms were more than enough to win over most men. Still, I felt like she had more than a leg up when it came to attraction.

  She’d been there for me since we were both living in the worst part of town, dreaming of a life that neither of us thought we’d get. It helped that she was smart and knew how to be aggressive and get what she wanted. Janey had always been the kind of person I aspired to be.

  “I like kids. Not that I want to start having them now or anything. Kids are just easy to get along with, and they’re usually more fun, too. Maybe I like that they help me stay young.”

  Janey scoffed again. I may like her as a sister, but she still thought I was lowering myself, which caused more than a few fights between us.

  “You should have just gone to college with me instead of running off to be another live-in nanny,” Janey said.

  “Some things aren’t for everybody. Not everyone wants to a lawyer or banker,” I replied.

  “Yes, but everyone wants to make a living. I doubt you make that much being a nanny. How much are you getting paid by this new client of yours?”

  “Six figures,” I replied.

  Janey laughed and finished the last of her drink.

  “Six figures for glorified babysitting? Your client must be rich.”

  “He is, apparently. I haven’t met him yet. I was hired through his assistant. But at least I got to meet Kevin. That’s all that really matters. I guess they were recording the whole time I was with him, and the client said I was the best.”

  I fiddled with the olives in my otherwise empty martini glass.

  “It looks like you could use a refill. Tonight is on me, hun,” Janey said with a smile while raising her hand to the waiter for service.

  The waiter returned shortly with a new scotch and martini. I sipped at my new beverage and leaned back in my seat. We’d found space on a comfortable couch away from the dance floor. I wasn’t in the mood for dancing tonight.

  “It’s a pretty common practice, you know. I’ve had a few clients that like to keep their anonymity, so they send a proxy. It’s a useful practice. But, when you find out who it is, you better tell me,” she said with a laugh.

  I giggled with her; the alcohol was already making my cheeks feel a little rosy. Janey started dancing in her seat; she was ready to hit the dance floor, and I was holding her back.

  A drink arrived at the table, another martini.

  “From the gentleman,” said the waiter.

  I looked around to see who my casual admirer might be and was greeted by the gorgeous man by the bar. He held up his glass to toast, and I lifted my new drink in response. He finished his drink and started walking over.

  “I suppose I should be going then,” Janey said.

  “Give me twenty minutes. If he’s a creep, then I’ll need a way to get out,” I said.

  “I’ll be on the dance floor,” she replied. “Let me know if you need the apartment for tonight.”

  I arched my back over the table and straightened my hair before he arrived. My brunette locks were getting a little unwieldy. I probably should have had them cut a few months ago, because now they were almost impossible to manage. My skimpy dress showed off my simple curves.

  “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

  “Not anymore,” I replied.

  He was the same man I had imagined myself with a few minutes ago, only he was more gorgeous now that he was up close. I lost myself in his blue eyes again, only to shake my head to remember what I was doing.

  He adjusted himself in the seat, sitting tall and commandingly. If he hadn’t opened his mouth, I would have just enjoyed basking in his masculinity.

  “I had to come over and say hello. You are a striking creature,” he said.

  I blushed, more than I probably should have, and then I laughed.

  “Thank you. I do try,” I said. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

  For a while longer we talked, and the more we talked, the more I realized he wasn’t the smartest man in the world; but, he didn’t need to be. It had been more than a few months since the last time I’d spent the evening with a man.

  “My place or yours?” he said with a smile.

  While all my inhibitions told me not to spend the night with him, my libido was screaming at me to do the opposite. I was unable to resist his boyish charm any longer.

  “Mine,” I said.

  I waved at Janey, who was already talking to a few men of her own, and she nodded her approval. I could barely contain my excitement for all the things to come.

  2.

  “You can let yourself out, right? Janey should be back in a few hours, so don’t worry about locking
anything,” I said as I readied myself for my first day of work.

  I didn’t even bother remembering his name. As turned on as I had been, I’d found out how incompatible we were last night. He might have been well endowed, but he didn’t know how to please a woman in the slightest. Not that I regretted my silly one-night stand. In fact, I liked that I was able to still attract a man that gorgeous. He lay in bed, just waking up, as I ushered myself out the door.

  Since I didn’t know where I was going, I was lucky enough to have a driver who would take me to my destination. He greeted me as soon as I stepped out onto the sidewalk

  “Ms. Jacobs?” the driver asked.

  “That would be me,” I replied.

  He opened the rear door of the black sedan. My mother always told me not to get into cars with strange men, and even though I knew it was for a job, I was still nervous.

  “You’ll like the grounds, miss,” he said.

  “Do you live there as well?”

  “Oh yes,” he said. “All the master’s staff stays on the grounds. It just makes it easier for him.”

  “Did my bags already arrive?” I asked.

  “They arrived yesterday evening and are awaiting you in your room,” he said.

  I stared out the window a while as we drove. I wasn’t always a live-in nanny. In fact, I normally wasn’t. I’d left my apartment almost a month ago, and Janey had been nice enough to let me live with her until I found this job.

  “Is he nice?” I asked meekly.

  “Which, miss?”

  “The master of the house,” I said.

  “Ah, he’s one of the best men I’ve known, and I’ve known him nearly his whole life.”

  “His whole life?” I asked.

  “Aye. He’s something else, you know. I used to be his next door neighbor, but when he moved up in the world he made sure to bring people he could trust along with him,” the driver said.

  “Who is he?” I asked.

  “I was told you’ll find out when you meet him. I shouldn’t say too much,” he said.

  “I’m Erica, by the way.”

  “I’m Bill,” he replied, “and we’re nearly there.”

  I hadn’t realized how close we were. We’d driven outside the city, and it had been nearly an hour since we’d left it. The few houses I saw were massive in size, and the yards were all well-tended and fenced. Some could have been considered cities by themselves.

  Then we turned into a driveway. I use the term conservatively, because the driveway continued on for another fifteen minutes, travelling through topiaries and perfectly tended hedges. But there was an oddity to it. While portions of the yard were well tended, others seemed almost untouched by man. A wetland even sprang up in the middle with fallen and low-hanging trees. It was an odd sight on the drive.

  “The master likes to preserve that which is already there rather than change it to fit his needs. I guess he’ll tell you more when you meet him.”

  As we crested a rolling hill, I saw the manor. It was large, yes, but it wasn’t to the point of absurdity. You could call it tasteful. Vines crawled up the side of the red brickwork in the front, flowering peacefully. Massive windows stared at me as I approached in the sedan. Off to either side were massive balconies that could have held entire parties themselves.

  The double doors at the front of the house opened as we approached. I’d known this would be an intimidating moment, but I hadn’t expected it to be so much so.

  Bill pulled us to a stop and then got out and opened my door. I still couldn’t take my eyes from the manor. I stared bewilderingly up at its majesty.

  “It’s quite something, isn’t it?” I heard from the yard behind me.

  I turned to find a man riding atop a black horse. His face was plain and his chin was full of stubble. Cropped brown hair , almost unkempt in a fashionable way, topped his head, and he was a little above average height. It didn’t mean much to me, though, as nearly everyone was taller than I was, save for children.

  “It is,” I said.

  “At least it isn’t as garish and gaudy as the rest of the mansions in the area. I would have gone smaller, but there’s a certain level of stature I have to live up to, I suppose,” he said.

  Sudden realization hit me.

  “Oh, hello,” I said. “That’s a wonderful…er...horse.”

  He looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then he laughed it off before hopping off the saddle and handing the reins to Bill.

  “Well thank you,” he said. “I’m sure the horse likes the compliment. Shall I show you around?”

  “If you ask like that, how can I say no?” I laughed.

  “Right,” he said.

  He stepped close to me and offered an elbow for me to grab. I didn’t need to be led like a horse, but still I chose to grab his arm so as not to cause a scene.

  We walked through the double doors and into the manor. I tried my best to keep my mouth from falling open but failed miserably.

  “I told my decorators to keep it simple. I didn’t want something extravagant. Nor did I want something that felt cheap. The quality of the materials is what matters. There are four stories in total, three above and one below.”

  The inside was full of natural light that fell in beams through the windows. He led me up the rich wood stairs. I was intimidated by this man, and I couldn’t tell why exactly. It wasn’t as though he was pointing a gun at me. He just made me feel smaller than I already was. I did my best to straighten my back and show what little confidence in myself I could.

  “My name is Erica, by the way,” I volunteered.

  “Ah, right. Where are my manners? My name is William,” he said.

  He began to lead me down one of the many hallways, but I stood in place and pulled myself from his arm to lean over the balcony.

  “This house is a lot to take in. Maybe I can see a little more every day and keep it mysterious?” I asked.

  He smiled and joined me on the balcony overlooking the stairs. I was still having trouble coming to terms with his intimidating presence. It was as though something was telling me to run, but I didn’t. There was a measure of the common man about him, and that spoke to me. As he leaned over the railing with me, I could tell that he was lacking a certain measure of sophistication.

  “Should I just take you to your room? It’s rather nice. I figured you could just get settled in for today. Kevin has been saying nothing but good things about you. Really, I left the choice to him, and he said your name immediately,” Will said.

  “I was starting to wonder,” I said. “It sounds like you have a lot of faith in the decisions of your son.”

  He flipped himself around and leaned his back against the railing and stared up at the domed skylight above us. I followed suit and did the same. The circular staircase looked like it went on into the sky forever from this angle.

  “Kevin knows what he wants,” he said, “and I’m glad that he’s capable of making the decision himself.”

  “I’m sure you still had the final say in the matter,” I said.

  “I’d like to say yes, but in reality, I trust his judgement.”

  I loosened my hair from its clip and let it dangle over the railing and toward the ground as I stared upward. The tiny flecks of blond in my hair shone brightly in the early morning sun.

  “What made you want to be a nanny?” he asked.

  It seemed that everyone wanted to know. Really, I just liked it. There was no explanation for simply liking something that you did, and it was difficult to explain the goings on in my own mind.

  “Would you accept that I just like it?” I asked.

  “It’s an answer, but not the answer I was hoping for,” he replied.

  “What were you hoping for?” I wondered.

  “I looked at your resume myself before they even conducted the interview that got you the job. Perfect score on your SATs, perfect grades, and several accolades for sports. You probably could be running a company right no
w if you’d decided to go to college and work for it,” he said.

  I knew he would have looked into my background, but I hadn’t thought he would have so intimately. Something made me wish that I knew him a little better.

  “What made you want to be a billionaire?” I asked.

  He laughed a loud and raucous belly laugh.

  “I just wanted to be,” he said.

  “Then we’ve both found what we want to be,” I added.

  “Fair enough, Ms. Jacobs,” he replied through stymied laughs.

  “Erica,” I said. “You can call me Erica.”

  3.

  Kevin was the most well-behaved youngster I had ever met. He was kind, courteous, and intelligent. If he were a handful I could have considered my salary to be hazard pay, but I felt a little guilty about making so much money for taking care of an angel.

  “Lunchtime,” I said.

  He lit up with excitement as we ran to the kitchen. The house chef had already prepared something for the two of us. As we ate, I struck up a conversation.

  “I gotta know, Kevin: Why did you pick me?”

  He chomped on his apple slices. Even though he made a little bit of a mess, he cleaned up after himself.

  “You were nice,” he said finally.

  “I was nice? Was there anything else?” I asked.

  “Nope,” he said.

  I could see he was hiding something, but I didn’t want to force it. He was too cute and a blast to spend time with. We played outside during the day. Then when the sun began to set we found a nice spot inside where we could read.

  I let him try reading as much as he could. He liked trying his best, and I was glad when he did. For most of the day, William was in his office, working diligently on who knew what. I had hoped he might make an appearance and spend time with his son, but I supposed that was why he had hired a nanny in the first place.

  As the day wound to an end, Kevin fell asleep in my arms, the book he’d been trying to read covering his face. I would have laughed, but I had a feeling it might wake him.

  “He’s got school in the morning,” William said from the hallway.

  “Ah, does he? I’ll put him to bed then,” I said.

  “Oh, don’t trouble yourself. If I weren’t so busy, I would’ve spent more time with him.”