Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  I couldn’t tell if I was wet from the pool or if I was dripping from being turned on, and at that point I didn’t care. He massaged a hand up my thigh until it found my hungry sex. His fingers worked magic, working in circles and teasing my little button. My back arched slightly whenever he found just the right places.

  I begged for more, but he stopped just as suddenly as he had started.

  He pulled me from the ground and took me to one of the nearby chairs. He sat himself on the chair and had me straddle him. I didn’t have any complaints about the position; it was one of my favorites.

  I teased the tip of his member with my dripping wet sex and rubbed it all over. Then without any warning, I lowered myself onto him. He moaned with excitement as I continued inching his shaft into me. The sensation of him entering me was amazing. I wanted to scream, but I also didn’t want to draw a crowd.

  I put a hand over my mouth and clenched my teeth until his entire beast was inside. I worked my hips in circles on his lap. I felt like I would collapse into him at any second, but I needed to keep my head.

  I planted my feet by his hips and started to bounce up and down. He put a hand on my clit and gently massaged it in circles. The sensations made me want to scream, but I did my best to keep it to a moan, biting down on the hand that was covering my mouth to avoid screaming.

  Before long, he wanted to take control. I collapsed over his body, and he grabbed my hips. With fervor, he lifted me up and started working himself in and out. He started pounding me harder than I’d felt before, as though he were boring a hole straight through me.

  I was beginning to lose it. The pangs of an orgasm were building up, and I didn’t want it to end. I threw my head back and lived in the moment. I thought it might continue forever, but then it struck me.

  I felt the muscles in my legs tense up, and then the rest of me followed. Waves of pleasure washed from my head to my fingertips. I went completely limp, and he continued to work himself in and out. I was beyond done, but he wasn’t, and he wanted his reward.

  A few second later I felt him slam into me one last time. His excited member throbbed inside me for a moment before he pulled himself out.

  I was so worn out from the entire experience that I just lay on his chest. He played with my hair to pass the time.

  “We’ll have to go swimming more often,” he said.

  7.

  “It took you long enough,” he said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “We’ve been at breakfast for almost a half an hour, and I wanted to wait till you got down,” William added.

  “Ah, you didn’t have to wait for me,” I said.

  “Well, you’re part of the family now, and I like it when the family eats together,” he said.

  “But where’s the rest of the staff?” I wondered.

  “They’re working,” he said.

  “Yeah, but aren’t they all part of the family?” I asked.

  “They are, but some are just closer than others,” he said with a wink.

  I knew what he meant, but I kept that to myself. I didn’t know how to address the previous night with Kevin in the room. He looked like he was ready for something more.

  “Don’t you have some work you have to get to?” I asked.

  “Right. Duty calls. I’ll be home tonight,” he said.

  He got up from the chair and made his way to the door, stopping only briefly to kiss me on the cheek.

  I was more than a little stunned that he would go so far as to kiss me the morning after, especially in front of his five-year-old son. I didn’t know how I would explain that to Kevin.

  Kevin stared at me with a twinkle of happiness in his eye. I was a little nervous to ask why.

  “Kevin, why are you so excited?” I asked once William was out of earshot.

  “You’re going to be my new mom,” he said.

  I laughed at the thought. Kids always said the funniest things, things you least expected.

  “What makes you say that?” I wondered.

  “Daddy kissed you. That means you’re going to be my new mom, right?” he asked.

  “Adults kissing doesn’t mean they’re going to get married,” I said in an attempt to correct him.

  “But Dad said I should pick a good nanny, so I picked one that reminded me of Mom,” he said.

  I started to panic a little.

  “Kevin, what did your mother look like?” I asked.

  He thought for a second. I hadn’t seen any photos around, and yet I knew she had meant a lot to William. He still hadn’t told me how she had died. I was a bit nervous to ask.

  “I’ll show you. Dad always keeps a photo by the bed,” he said.

  He hopped off his chair and took me by the hand. I looked out the front window to see Bill driving William down the road. My last hope of getting this straightened out right away dwindled.

  We walked up the stairs to one of the floors I hadn’t spent much time on. At the end of the short hallway was a pair of old heavy wooden doors. It was clearly the master bedroom.

  Kevin wasted no time in pulling the doors open. I felt a little guilty about ruining my trust with my new employer. Still, I continued into the massive room.

  The bed was gigantic, but only half of it was made up. The other half was almost unused. The bedroom led into a closet that connected to a bathroom of similar proportions. Most everything seemed normal, save for one item.

  On the night stand was a single picture. It was a picture of a woman who looked somewhat similar to me. She had unkempt brown hair with flecks of blond, and I could see how I might have been mistaken for the girl in the photograph.

  “Is this your mother?” I asked Kevin.

  “It was,” he said. “She’s in heaven now.”

  I felt sorry for the little guy. It was like he was pinning all his hopes and dreams on me becoming his new mother. I needed to put a stop to that delusion right now.

  “Kevin, I might look like your mother, but I’m not her. I don’t think I’ll ever be her. I hope you didn’t pick me just because I look a little similar.”

  Kevin hung his head in sadness. I could tell he was about to cry.

  “What’s going on?” I heard William say from behind us.

  I spun around only to realize that I was still holding the picture of his wife. I quickly replaced it on the night stand and tried to come up with a good explanation.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “It’s my bedroom,” he said, “and I forgot my phone. You still haven’t answered my question.”

  I looked over at Kevin. He was still on the verge of tears.

  “Kevin wanted me to see what his mother looked like. I hope I’m not intruding,” I said.

  William walked over and took the picture from the night stand.

  “You do look a little like her, but I know you’re not. She was always so quiet and reserved. I loved her very much.”

  “I’m sorry if Kevin got some crazy idea about me becoming his new mother,” I said.

  “It doesn’t seem so crazy to me. You’re a wonderful woman, and you’re the first woman I’ve really felt anything for. I don’t think it sounds like such a bad idea,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Well, I’ve fallen for you. It only follows that you would fall for me. Besides, after last night, we might as well be closer. There’s no sense hiding it,” he said.

  “I still don’t understand what you’re saying,” I said wearily.

  “It’s simple: I love you, and you love me.”

  “I most certainly do not,” I said.

  “Then why did we do what adults do last night?” William said, trying to carefully craft his sentence to avoid alarming Kevin.

  “I don’t love you, William,” I said.

  “And why not?” he asked.

  “Because I’ve known you for less than a few hours in total, and love takes time.”

  “So what you’re saying is that you just need so
me time to realize it?” he asked.

  “I don’t know what I’m saying. But the more you keep talking, the more I think I need to look for a new job,” I said.

  William looked shocked that I would say such a thing. I didn’t know what else I should say. The idea of falling in love with someone so quickly was abhorrent. I needed some space.

  I rushed from the bedroom, William calling my name, But I didn’t stop until I had whooshed past a surprised Bill and planted myself in the backseat. Bill jumped around the car and got into the driver’s seat.

  “Umm, where should I take you?” he asked.

  “Where you picked me up,” I replied.

  8.

  “He really confessed his love for you and told you that you should feel the same way? What a creep,” Janey said.

  “I don’t know what I feel anymore, but I know for sure it isn’t love,” I said.

  “Yeah. Who needs it anyway?” she said.

  “Right,” I said.

  Janey and I continued to chat for a while. I spent the rest of the afternoon venting into a bowl of ice cream. Janey didn’t seem to mind at all.

  The following few days were hard to get through. I didn’t have any interest in working, but the more I sat around, the more my mind continued to wander. I was frustrated and upset. I wanted to break something with my fists, but I also wanted to bake cookies and eat every last one.

  So many emotions rocked me, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel at all.

  Then I got a phone call. It was from William, and he wanted to meet. I didn’t want to meet him, but he assured me that it would sort a few things out.

  So, I took some of Janey’s old clothes and threw them on. I was a sad sight, a petite woman in oversized clothing. I did what I could to make it fit, but nothing really helped.

  We met in a small park overlooking the waterfront. On the other side of the water was downtown. It was late in the day, and the streetlights were just beginning to flash on while the sun set hurriedly in the distance.

  I found him on a bench. He just stared off into the distance, barely realizing I had sat down.

  “I loved my wife,” he said. “Nothing will ever change that.”

  He turned to me, and I could see his eyes were welling up, or at least he was doing his best to keep them from doing so.

  “She gave me one of the most amazing children in the world. I’ve done my best to raise him as she would have, but in the end, she barely got a chance to hold him.

  “She had complications from childbirth and horrible internal bleeding. It was a terrible way to go. She held him in her arms for about five minutes before she passed on. And as she did so, she told me that she wouldn’t have thought twice about saving Kevin’s life over her own.

  “I took the loss of her incredibly hard. I threw myself into my work, hoping that I might find some solace in doing what I did best. But nothing ever replaced her.

  “I gave every ounce of my love to my son, and I wanted him to find someone to spend time with. I wanted him to choose for himself the person who would keep him happy. I only want the best for him, and he knows what’s best for him.”

  I listened to William pour himself out to me. I wanted to throw an arm around his shoulder and give him a hug, but it still felt too soon, and I was still frustrated.

  “I was surprised when he chose someone who looked a lot like my wife. He never even met her. The only mother he’s ever known is the photograph in my bedroom.

  “I talked to him the other night. He told me that he didn’t pick you to be his playmate; he picked you to be his new mother. I should have known sooner, but I felt myself drawn to you. Part of me wanted it to be real, and when I saw the chance to make it real, I took it.

  “Growing up in a ghetto will make you take any chance you can at being happy. You can hate me all you want for taking that chance, but I’ll never hate you for bringing hope back into my life and making my son the happiest person in the world for just two weeks.”

  William reached into his pocket and produced a small envelope, which he handed to me.

  “It’s the money promised to you. Your work was worth more than two weeks, so I paid you for the entire year. I’d love to have you back in the house again, but I understand if you would prefer to keep your distance.”

  He stood up from the bench, and before I could say anything, he walked to his car and drove off. I sat on the park bench for a few minutes before I moved.

  I wanted to think that I was doing something good by being in his life, but I also felt terrible for dredging up old feelings he’d buried a long time ago. It wasn’t even his fault that he’d come on to me.

  I needed to sleep.

  8.

  Another day passed, and I dwelled sullenly on the story I’d been told by William. The look on his face as he’d revealed one of his most intimate secrets had told me all I needed to know about him.

  The ice cream in my bowl was melted before I even took a bite, and by then I just had to throw it away.

  I pulled the check he’d written to me from the envelope and found something else tucked inside. It was a small letter. The letter was written in crayon, and I welled up with tears the second I read it.

  “I’m sorry,” it said in terrible writing.

  Kevin must have snuck the note inside without William knowing. I felt terrible and guilty. I was so full of frustration, but I needed to tell them that it wasn’t their fault. I knew what today’s date was. It was the day they’d be leaving for Europe.

  I put on some of the finest things I could steal from Janey’s closet and took a cab to the airport. I needed to see William and Kevin and make sure they would be okay. I wanted to explain my actions to them and tell Kevin that I wasn’t his mother.

  Security at the airport was tight, but I still pushed my way past. If my memory served me right, they would be taking off for Germany in less than half an hour. I had to be quick and find the jet that William owned.

  A lucky word or two from a security guard found me on a tram to the private airstrip. I hoped I would make it in time, but the seconds kept ticking by.

  I sprinted into the hangar just in time to see Kevin and William boarding the flight. I wanted to scream out to them and tell them everything that was on my mind.

  Those thoughts faded as soon as I saw them. William turned around and saw me. He smiled widely and waved. Kevin’s eyes lit up when he spied me from his window seat. I waved at him with excitement.

  William strode from the plane and met me, shouting at the pilot to wait a second.

  “Does this mean you’re coming with us?” he asked.

  “I had an entire speech prepared about how frustrated I am, but, you know, it just doesn’t seem like the right time or the right place,” I said.

  “So you’re not coming with us,” he said, sighing.

  “Oh, I’m coming. And you’re buying me an entire new wardrobe,” I said.

  He held out his arm for me to take. This time, it didn’t seem like an empty gesture. I wrapped my arm in his and followed willfully.

  “This doesn’t mean I’m in love with you,” I said before we stepped on the plane.

  “And you never have to be,” he replied.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE TWIN STEPBROTHER BOSS Romance – Twin Stepbrothers’ Baby

  1

  I tried to smile as my mother swept into the room, but it was hard to do. After all, could I really be that happy for her third wedding? She and my father divorced when I was ten. No big deal, I guess. When I was twelve, she married Steve. He was an all right guy. He treated my mother well and did right by me. But for whatever reason, just after I graduated high school, my mother left him.

  My mother had never worked a day in her life. Well, not up until that point. My father took care of her, and then Steve did. They both did well for themselves, for us. Steve had his own son, and we all lived together for four years. He made less than my dad,
and there were more of us, but still my mother never worked.

  Deborah. That was my mother’s name. Deb. It sounded like a serial bride’s name, didn’t it? When Deborah left Steve, she took as much from his as she could. It got her through a couple of years. I left, went to college, and got my own debt, most of it stemming from ridiculous student loans.

  And then my mother had to work. She couldn't put it off any longer. For two years she had made it on what she’d gotten from Steve. She dated during that time, but nothing ever turned out to be serious.

  First, Deb got a job at a coffee shop. She was fifty. It humiliated her, and she quit within her first week. A few other jobs followed, and then she applied to Harding Corp. I thought that was a dumb name for the company, but they had their hand in a lot of stuff. If you walked into any big box store, half the stuff came from them. Shampoo, blankets, oven mitts, Harding Corp made it all. For such a big company, you would think they would be headquartered in New York or California somewhere, but nope. They had a big building smack dab in the middle of downtown Chicago, where I was born and raised (well, the suburbs at least.)

  My mom saw an ad for a secretary, and she figured she would apply. She didn’t know it was a spot for the personal secretary to Gerry Harding, the man who ran the company. His father had inherited it from his own father, who had taken it from his, the man who had built the company. Gerry was good looking, rich, and for some reason, smitten with my mother.

  That wasn’t to say my mother was not a catch. She was a beautiful woman. Her hair was long and brown, like mine, though I didn’t have to dye the gray from mine since there wasn’t any. Our eyes were similar as well, dark and expressive. Her skin was much tanner than my own, hers the color of caramel, mine somewhere between that of a porcelain doll and snow. I’d ever been one for the tanning bed.

  I wasn’t there, of course. I was knee deep in college stuff then. But I can just imagine what my mother wore to her interview: low-cut shirt—she had great breasts, big and round, another trait we shared—and short skirt. Our legs were long and slim, but shapely. My hips were a bit more pronounced, my butt bigger, but my mom could work it. She was a total MILF. She didn’t get the job, but she did get Gerry Harding’s number.