Jesse shook her head, wanting to throw herself into his embrace, to share what it was that was so distressing him, but she couldn’t—she needed to hear him out, so she allowed her hands to remain firmly in his. And then her eyes widened. She went to speak but held the words on the tip of her tongue.
“Go on,” Hal urged, “say what you’re thinking.”
Jesse bit her lip. “The film called ‘Yes,’ the one you directed, the one that drew Elaine’s attention … was …”
“Three years ago.” Hal nodded, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead even though the air conditioning held the room at an even temperature.
“And nothing since—”
“Nothing since.” Hal’s confirmation was laced with bitterness and despair as he choked the words out, and Jesse could almost feel his pain.
“Yes was about a man with severe emotional problems. In some respects, it was like a documentary,” Jesse said quietly. “Are you saying …”
“What I’m saying is …” Hal began, his voice a tremor, “is that I went into that film unprepared …” he paused, broke free from Jesse’s grip on his hand and swiped the sweat from his forehead. “Unprepared …” he continued as she clutched it back once more, “for the emotional impact it would have on my life, not only during the making of the film but thereafter …” Hal took his eyes from her, looked to the floor like he was searching for words there that were difficult to find, but then, when he met her eyes again, his look was earnest. “That character consumed my identity,” he croaked, “I became that man, a shambling wreck, riddled with anxiety interlaced with bouts of deep depression.” Hal shook his head. “I put my heart and soul into it, and this is what came out … let me finish,” Hal said as Jesse went to speak. “I locked myself away, refused interviews and avoided contact of any kind in any way I could—that’s why Adam is so protective of me, he knows it well enough—and it’s also why I turned on you in the cabin. To this day, I can’t evaluate things logically, my mind blows things out of all proportion, and my emotions take over and rule my head.”
Hal shifted his stance so that he cupped Jesse’s chin in his shaky palm. “So you see, it’s not going to work, you and I,” he said, his eyes wet with deep sorrow. I’m just …”
“Stop right there.” Jesse surprised herself with the vehemence in her voice, but it wasn’t stopping her now. “I made a decision before I came here. A decision that no matter what, I was going to stand by you and nothing that I’ve heard from you now is going to make me change my mind.”
Jesse slid closer, hugged him tightly as she uttered, “In fact, it’s reinforced my determination to see you through this. You’ve opened up to me and …” Jesse held Hal at arm’s length, her voice steady although her heart was racing, “and I’m setting aside my career and my foolish notions about being seen in public with you—and I’m moving in if you’ll have me. And—Jesse raised a finger as Hal started to speak, “We’re going to work on getting you well, getting you treatment—how’s that sound?”
Hal withdrew, bit his lip as he searched her face, saw concern mixed with steely determination and felt anxiety overcome by pride in the woman he loved.
“I don’t deserve you,” Hal muttered.
Jesse put a finger to his lip. “Yes, yes you do.” No one said it would be easy, but together they could overcome any challenge. Because at the end of the day, that was what love is about. Jesse kissed Hal softly, and she felt a wave of gratitude flowing through her. Deep down in her heart she knew that they had a bright future ahead of them.
THE END
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The Billionaire’s Hunt
A Billionaire Bachelor Romance
By Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2017 by Sarah J. Brooks
Published By: Sarah J. Brooks
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Drake
Chapter 1
The kickoff party was for Leblanc Enterprises Incorporated’s new office building in downtown Los Angeles. Drake Leblanc, the 38-year-old CEO should have been downstairs greeting guests and talking about his company. Instead, he had a delicious blonde with her bright red lips wrapped around his cock.
He had been to enough kickoff parties to know that everyone was there for the free food and booze. No one actually cared about a big speech. Of course, he would give the obligatory speech, but only after he had his fun with the little blonde number on her knees in front of him.
She had eyed him from the second he walked into the party, so when she whispered in his ear that she wanted to fuck him it wasn’t a surprise. She promised to be the sweetest pussy he had ever had, so how could he possibly refuse that?
Drake was perfectly happy to take a little blonde detour. She was smoking hot if you liked the Barbie doll fake look. Blake didn’t particularly like that look over others, but her willingness was nothing to turn away from. Her huge DD breasts were well worth the detour.
As they made their way up the stairs, Drake had flashed the “Five Minutes” sign to his Vice President, Robert. Of course, it would take longer than five minutes, but that was the general sign to Robert that he could come get him anytime after that. Drake and Robert had worked out their signals, perfected them over the years, and Drake relied on Robert to rescue him from his sexual situations sometimes.
Robert Miller was the Vice President at Leblanc Enterprises and was well versed in how to handle Drake’s time during events. Drake often ran off with a hot little number that he picked up during the event and Robert’s job was to keep him on task. Well, it was Robert’s job when Drake’s assistant Samantha wasn’t around.
Of course, Robert had an actual job within the company also. He was the steady force that drove Leblanc Enterprises. Drake was the creative one, the person with all the ideas, and Robert was the man who could make those ideas a reality.
Drake closed his eyes and let the blonde feel in control of the situation for about two minutes. She wasn’t actually that good at giving head or he would have allowed her to continue on for a bit longer. His patience was running low and he needed to feel himself inside of her. Plus, he really did need to get downstairs to the party pretty soon.
The feeling of a tight young thing wrapped around his cock was nothing that Drake could resist. But the feeling of having his cock inside of her was much better and he needed to feel himself thrusting inside of her. Drake grabbed her hair gently and slowed her sucking motion.
“Come here, sweet thing,” Drake said as he pulled the woman into a standing position.
She willingly moved in front of him and stood there in her four-inch stiletto heels. It was an honor to be in the room with Drake and she couldn’t get past her admiration for him. He loved the way women looked at him when they fucked him, their desire for him was a combination of lust and excitement.
“Drake Leblanc, I can’t believe I’m here with you. This is so fucking exciting,” the woman said as she let Drake look at her naked body.
Drake Leblanc was the 6’1” hot bodied bachelor of the town. Every woman wanted to fuck him and some of the men too. He ran one of the hottest telecommunications companies on the west coast and spent his nights partying with the biggest celebrities. His multi-billion-dollar lifestyle was something everyone admired.
Drake was also very well known for the parties he would throw and the celebrities who had been at his house. Parties at Drake’s house were often known to end with naked women and lots of sex and that was just fine with ev
eryone who came. Being part of his world was something everyone wanted, even if it was only for a night.
“Turn around, baby,” Drake demanded of the blonde.
The mental pictures that he took of his women were something that Drake made regular use of. He loved to look at the anticipation in their eyes. The pure bliss that they felt just before getting to fuck him. Many of the women he slept with were like super fans who just wanted to be able to tell all their friends about their night with the most eligible bachelor of the city.
“You like my ass?” She giggled as she turned around and shook her tiny firm ass in Drakes' face.
Yes, he liked it. Of course, he liked it. Who on earth wouldn’t like that sweet ass?
“Bend over that couch for me, sweetheart.”
The blonde looked back at Drake and giggled again, but then saw the serious look on his face. She stopped smiling and walked over to the couch and bent over as he requested.
Drake didn’t have time to waste and even if he did, it probably wouldn’t be wasted fucking a blonde who threw herself at him during a launch party. As much as he didn’t mind fucking these women, they certainly weren’t the type of woman he wanted to keep around for more than a night.
He walked over to her and stopped to admire her ass. It was delightful. Perfectly round and firm with just the right amount of curve to it.
Drake didn’t pause for long before he slid his erect member into her and savored the moan that she released. The moan of a woman during sex was one that he couldn’t get out of his system. No matter how much money he made, no matter how many business deals that happened, Drake lived for that moan from a woman.
He moved slowly at first and then let his thrust grow harder. She enjoyed it very much and he wanted to hear her moans become more epic. With a quick grab of her hair, he pulled her back toward him and let his cock thrust as deep as possible.
There was a knock at the door.
The blonde stopped moving and looked toward the door, but Drake just kept thrusting. Harder and harder he moved inside of her, willing her to pay attention to the pleasure that she must have felt by then. She didn’t need to stop just because there was a knock.
“Drake, five minutes until your speech,” Robert said as he walked right into the room.
Drake wasn’t fazed and he didn’t stop fucking the young blonde either. It was obvious they had done this before.
“Be there in five and find Samantha. She's supposed to introduce me and I couldn’t fucking find her earlier.”
“Alright. Anything else?”
“Grab me that water,” Drake said as he pointed to a bottle of water by the door.
Robert obliged his boss and brought the water over. He couldn’t help but stare at the young blonde who was bent over the couch and getting a thrashing from Drake. She looked embarrassed but tried not to look back at Robert as he came near.
“See you downstairs in five,” Robert said as he left the room.
Drake didn’t apologize for the interruption, there was no need to. He was Drake Leblanc and he would have a whole international phone conference while fucking someone, if he wanted to.
Business always came first.
As Drake finished thrusting into the blonde he pulled her up hard and gave her clit a few flicks of his thumb. Soon her body shook with an orgasm and he delivered his final thrust. It was quick, not because he couldn’t last longer; purely because he didn’t care to waste his time.
Gently Drake leaned her back over the couch and kissed the back of her neck.
“Very sweet indeed,” he said as he zipped up his pants, grabbed his bottle of water and made his way to the door.
“Can I call you?” She said as she grabbed her clothes off the floor.
“Sure thing, baby, my assistant Samantha will put you through when I’m available.”
What the blonde didn’t know was that Samantha had strict instructions to never put any of the women through to Drake unless he had specifically cleared it. There was no need for him to talk to them or have to deal with their neediness after a one-night stand. Of course, he didn’t want them to feel bad about their tryst; Drake wanted it to be a fun and exciting thing for his ladies. Often, he would have Samantha call up some of the women who left messages and invite them out to one of his parties. They felt excited to be invited and he had plenty of friends that liked to have the company of the hot women from Drake’s past.
As Drake made his way down the stairs to the party, he paused for a moment to check his hair in a hallway mirror. Primping and appearance weren’t a priority for him, mostly because they came naturally to him. His light brown hair had a soft wave to it that didn’t require upkeep; his body was ripped with muscles from his constant sexual cardio and regular fitness routine. Drake didn’t have to work hard at his looks at all, but he did like to give himself a quick glance before he had to speak.
“Drake where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” Samantha said as she saw Drake descending the stairs.
“Me. I’ve been busy. Where have you been?”
“Screwing some waitress does not equal busy. I’ve been actually talking with our clients and telling them about our new products. That is what this event is for.”
Samantha Holt had been Drake’s assistant for the past five years. At twenty-five years old, she had one of the most envied jobs of any woman in L.A. She kept Drake’s best interest in mind in all his business and personal dealings, but Drake knew she didn’t condone his wild ways. She often told him he needed to settle down so he had a regular woman who would be there every night for him.
Drake had hired Samantha when she was twenty, purely because she turned him down when he wanted to fuck her during the interview. Although he admittedly thought she would have caved in shortly after. Now, after five years together, Drake liked that he could count on Samantha and that he knew she would never screw him. But he sure did like to try to convince her, still.
Samantha was a sexpot. Her 5’7” thin model like frame was something Drake admired every time she came into a room. She was tall, brunette and took care of herself very well. She had a smoking hot body and wasn’t afraid to show it off a little while at work. Drake often thought she purposely teased him with her short skirts and cleavage hugging blouses.
Having a fling with Drake wasn’t on Samantha’s radar, though. She liked her job and she wanted to keep it. Samantha was a smart woman and she knew the second she would give into Drake’s desires, he would have to get rid of her and find a new assistant. There was no way she was going to let that happen.
“Let’s not talk about me. How about you brief me on the speech I need to give,” Drake said condescendingly as they walked through the hallway to the large gathering of people.
“It’s the typical speech. Thanks for coming. We appreciate you all. We have lots of changes in store. Blah, blah, blah.”
“Got it.”
“Make eye contact with the older woman sitting to the side, It’s Susan Smith. She owns Smith Brothers Telecom and I think we should look into buying her out. She made it very clear in our conversation that she wants to retire soon. Pay some special attention to her so she likes you. And try to smile. You look like a WWE wrestler when you grimace all the time.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope.”
As they rounded the corner to the main room, Samantha went straight up to the small stage. She looked confident and sexy as she grabbed the microphone to introduce Drake. Samantha was more than just an assistant. Drake knew that his world would crumble around him if he didn’t have Sam there to take care of things for him.
“Thank you all for coming. This is a very special day for us and we are so glad you could all be here. Without further ado, our CEO Drake Leblanc.”
The room erupted in applause and Drake took control of the microphone. He looked around briefly to find the old woman that Sam had told him to say hi to. Drake had become numbed to the cheers and applause that happ
ened at events like this and he moved right into the speech he wanted to give.
“Susan, you are looking wonderful tonight. After this, you’ll have to tell me your secret to staying so young. Mike, thanks for coming. Everyone, thank you so much for being here. As you know, Leblanc Enterprises is constantly working to be the leader in our industry and we couldn’t do it without all of you…”
Drake continued on with his speech and the audience was putty in his hands. He had a presence about him that made people love him. Even with his cocky and somewhat arrogant attitude, everyone loved Drake Leblanc.
Chapter 2
“Morning. Here’s your schedule for today,” Samantha said as she handed Drake his coffee and daily schedule.
It was a routine they had worked out perfectly over the years and Drake really relied on Sam to take control and guide him to where he needed to be throughout his days. Drake was the face of the company and he could go into any meeting and win people over, but he didn’t have time to manage his schedule or prepare for every meeting.
Sam was the best assistant Drake had hired since he had started his company. She was also the only assistant he hadn’t screwed. As much as he hated that Sam refused him all the time, he did understand her thought process and admire her for it.
“Thanks. Anything exciting today?”
“Well, you do have a meeting with the FTC at ten o’clock. Read my notes before you go to that. Also, you look like shit. Did you even shower this morning?”
“It was a long night.”
“Drake. You have to take care of yourself. Come here.”
Samantha pulled Drake toward her and straightened his tie and smoothed down his hair. She got so frustrated with him when he spent his nights boning random chicks and not taking care of himself. Sooner or later all that partying was going to catch up with him.
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