Unbearable Passion - Total Abandonment: Billionaire Erotica Romance (Unbearable Passion series Book 4)

by Avery, Scarlett

  “Take your time. Don’t rush. Find something you’ll love.”

  “To be honest, all of these look exciting, but I really just want my real estate development company back,” I say, as I try to hold back the tears.

  “I’ll order a nice catered dinner for tonight and we’ll sit at your place and you can tell me the story of how you lost your company. I know I said I wasn’t going to pressure you, but I can’t help you if I don’t know the facts. If you want your former company back, let’s build it back from the ground up—after we catch the bad guys who destroyed your company.”

  I’m silenced by his words. I’m not quite sure I’m ready to open up, but the alternative is to continue doing work I’m not passionate about.

  “Are you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m here. Okay, let’s do it. I’ll share the tragic story that led me to work for Todd,” I say, swallowing my fear.

  Soon after Bryce arrives at my home, the doorbell rings and a deliveryman holding several bags of food greets me.

  “Hello. Where can I put these?” he asks, weighted down by our meal.

  “Oh, let me help you. The kitchen is over here.”

  I wait for the deliveryman to disappear before peeking into the containers. Each container smells more succulent than the last.

  “This is quite the spread,” I say, as I take stock of all the food Bryce has ordered.

  “I decided to order enough for the next few days. I want you to have time to focus on getting your company back. I don’t want you to worry about feeding me.”

  The food is outstanding and I can’t help but compare it to Ciara’s cooking. I’ve always thought she could have been one of the top ten caterers in the city, but she’s always insisted that cooking isn’t challenging enough for her.

  We pair our meal with a bottle of wine as we enjoy our time together. I’m about to get up to start tidying the kitchen when he jumps up and declares, “I ordered this catered meal so that you wouldn’t have any work to do. I’ll put the plates in the sink, place the containers of food in the fridge and you can spend more time planning out how we’re going to get your company back.”

  “You’re seriously going to put all this away?”

  “Of course! I’m not the best cook—well, I really can’t cook and should never be allowed near a kitchen—but I’m an expert at putting containers of food in the fridge and stacking up plates in the sink,” he says, as he makes his way to the kitchen.

  He comes back into the room with two glasses and an unopened bottle of red wine. He sits next to me, serves the wine, sinks back into the couch, kicks his feet up on the coffee table and turns his attention to me.

  “Why don’t you start from the beginning,” he suggests.

  For what seems like an eternity, I pour out my heart to Bryce and tell him everything I can remember about Brad Keller and the demise of my company. I tell him everything—how Brad Keller came into my life at a time when I was desperate, how he seemed to have all the right connections and the answers I needed to hear, how he assured me that within twelve months my company would be one of the leading real estate development firms in Manhattan and how one day I found out it was all a lie. He ran away with my money, my investors, many of my top clients and my dignity. After a while, I stop talking, exhausted by having to relive such a bitter part of my life. Bryce wraps me in his arms, kisses my forehead and then my cheek. He pulls me away from him and surprises me with his suggestion.

  “I’m going to grab my phone to record what you’ve just shared, but this time you’ll answer precise questions. This information will be transcribed and I’ll get a few people on my team to start investigating so we can track Brad Keller’s whereabouts.”

  “What? You want me to repeat everything I’ve said?”

  “Exactly! This will give us the data we need to start tracing this scumbag and retracing the trail of the money he stole from you. Your recording will help us piece together this messy puzzle. We can track anyone down to protect our clients’ security and you’ve just become my client. Now let’s start from the beginning,” he orders before launching the recording app on his phone.

  Bryce asks me what seems like hundreds of questions, many of which I’m not certain of the answer to anymore. He asks for records, paper trails, signatures, emails and anything at all that can help him nail the bastard.

  “What does he look like? Do you have any photos?”

  “I don’t think I have any.”

  “Does anyone who used to work for you have any photos of him?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Do you have records of all the transactions from your business accounts?”

  “My bookkeeper and accountants would.”

  “Great. I’m going to get Misty Shapiro, who will be in charge of looking for this guy, to compile a hit list of all the things we need from you. It might require you to get in touch with the bank and companies you owe money to, but we’ll track that filthy dog down once we start following the money trail. Oh, a photo would expedite things greatly. It doesn’t matter where he’s hidden on this planet, we’ll find him. Trust me. He can’t hide from my team.”

  “Are you serious? You can find Brad Keller and get back the money he stole from my company?”

  “I’m dead serious. What Brad did to you is disgusting. Only lowlives prey on good people like you. I’d track him down and lynch him myself, but my team is much faster and smarter than I am. I’m pretty confident within a few weeks, you’ll be able to put this bad story behind you. We’ll get the best judges in the country to bring him to justice. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here to protect you, Sofia.”

  “Oh, Bryce, I hope you can help me rebuild my reputation and business,” I say, on the verge of tears.

  A weight comes off my shoulders. Brad Keller was way too huge for Ciara and I to tackle on our own, but with Bryce’s power, I might be able to get back at least a portion of what that idiot took from me.

  “I don’t know where he’s stashed the money he stolen from you, but unless it’s hidden under a mattress, we’ll seize it.”

  “Can you really find the money he’s stolen from me? My God, I can’t believe you’d be willing to go to these lengths to help me.”

  “I love you, Sofia, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world that you feel the same way about me. I want you to be happy and I want to protect you as much as I can.”

  “You’re an incredible man. I’m the lucky one.”

  He smiles and gets up.

  “Come on, get up,” he says extending his hand and grabbing mine before lifting me into his arms.

  “Where are you taking me?” I protest laughing.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he suggests climbing the stairs with my body over his shoulder.

  He lays me on the bed. His eyes navigate my entire body before he jumps next to me on the bed. We both start laughing because he lands so hard that he bounces off the bed and lands on the floor. He yanks himself back on to the bed and rests his head on his folded arm to fully take me in. He traces my entire body with his fingers while holding my gaze.

  “Do you still stash your lube in that drawer over there?”

  I wonder what he has in mind?

  “Why do we need lube?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Give me one second, he announces before leaning in to open my drawer. He grabs the bottle of lube and sets it on the bed. “Where were we? Oh yeah, I was about to fuck you,” he grins.

  “I have a feeling, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He’s going to be merciless.

  “Let’s just say you’ll be very sore,” he says caressing me.

  “I love the way you touch my breasts,” I sigh.

  “You shouldn’t ever be allowed to wear a bra with perfect breasts like yours,” he says squeezing my erect nipples through my tee shirt.

  “I would have worn something more suited for this moment if I had known the evening woul
d end this way.”

  “What you’re wearing is perfect because you’re not going to have it on for much longer,” he announces lifting my tee shirt before he starts to gently caress my belly.

  “Ahhh, your hands are so soft.”

  My God, I’ve been craving his touch all day long.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “I do,” I hiss.

  His tongue explores my mouth as his hands reach inside my yoga pants to calm my throbbing crotch. I reach down to undo his belt and release his cock.

  “You’re in such a rush tonight,” he says lustfully.

  “I want to feel you inside me as soon as humanly possible.”

  “What? No foreplay?”

  “Fuck foreplay, I want you to fuck me instead,” I challenge him.

  “It would be rude of me not to give you want you ask for,” he chuckles. “Turn around. I want to take you from behind, doggy style.” He doesn’t bother removing his pants or shirt and I don’t even take the time to remove my tee shirt. It’s that pressing for both of us.

  “Fuck, your pussy feels so good right now,” he moans pounds me deeper.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” I pant.

  “No, babe, that’s not part of the plan tonight. I’m coming inside your ass,” he announces pulling my hair back to make sure I hear him. “Why do you think I got the lube?”

  “Ohhhh,” I let out.

  Suddenly, he pulls out of my pussy and a few second later his sleeked cock slides right into my behind.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nod unable to answer. I’m too consumed to find my words.

  “I’ve used a lot of lube, but if you need more, let me know,” he says plunging deeper into me.

  He must be extremely aroused because usually he takes it nice and slow, but tonight he rams my back door like a Mack truck.

  “It feels so good to fuck your ass.”

  I lean my shoulder against the mattress to balance myself as I reach for my pulsating clit.

  God, I need to come right now.

  I rub my node with vigor desperately seeking sexual relief.

  Damn, this is mind-blowing.

  “Jesus, I’m going to come,” he yells. He holds my hips tighter and forces himself deeper inside me.

  “Oh, Bryce,” I scream quivering from the pleasure of an intense orgasm.

  “Ahhh,” he grunts, as he slumps on top of me.

  We both collapse. He’s holding me so close I feel like I’m a part of him. I could stay like this wrapped in his arms for the rest of my life.

  “Do you know what I like the most about us being together?”

  “Being able to have sex on demand?” I joke.

  “No. That’s not it.”

  He pauses for a few seconds and I turn my head to find out what he has on his mind that he can’t share.

  “I love waking up with your head against my chest,” he says, as he gently kisses me. I could die in his arms right here and now. No man has ever said anything so perfect.

  Chapter 4

  My thoughts wake me up. I sit straight up in my bed and reach out to wake Bryce up.

  “Bryce. Wake up. Please wake up,” I plead.

  “What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

  “No, I’m not hurt. I just remembered something important. A former employee of mine took photos of Brad Keller during our last company Christmas party,” I blurt out.

  “Seriously? You have actual photos of this dirtbag?”

  “I believe I do.”

  “What are you waiting for? Start making calls. This is going to make things much easier for us. I need to call the team with instructions. We’re so much closer to nailing this bastard,” he says as he jumps out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom.

  I run to the other bathroom, grab a quick shower to wake myself up, jump into some clothes and trample down the stairs to grab my phone.

  “Cassie, it’s Sofia. I’m sorry to call this early, but it’s kind of urgent.”

  My former project manager, Cassie, had bragged about getting Brad Keller drunk after our last Christmas party. I hope she still has those photos.

  I explain everything to her in detail and ask her if she can meet Bryce and I at my place for breakfast.

  “I’ll be there,” Cassandra says, “but you do know he’s paid for my services in the past via Todd’s agency, even if I never had the pleasure of fucking him the way you have?”

  I can’t help but smile and feel good at the fact he chose me over so many other women. “Ah, good point. Let me tell him about you before you get here. How long will it take you to get here?”

  “I’ll be there in one hour.”

  I’m jumping out of my skin with excitement because I’m this close to nailing Brad Keller for what he did to me. I hang up as Bryce enters the room.

  “Let’s get breakfast ready. Cassandra will be here in one hour max and I have to talk to you before she gets here.”

  “Why? Did she give you more incriminating information against Keller?”

  “Not quite, Bryce. You already know Cassandra.”

  “I do?”

  “You do. You most likely know her as Stasia. She used to work for my company and moonlight for Todd. You’ve dated her a few times, but…”

  He interrupts me before I finish my sentence. “The redhead with green eyes? I’ve dated her many times, but never had sex with her. I hired her right after my last divorce to accompany me at a number of functions where I would have gone with my former wife. I remember her well. She got you into the escort business?”

  “Yes, she did. Cassandra has a thing for expensive luxury and Todd’s agency allows her to be able to afford those things… not to mention she gets a lot of perks from happy clients.”

  “She’s quite good and very discreet. I remember she was pretty, but she didn’t do it for me so I never wanted to take it past our functions.”

  “You don’t have to explain.”

  “I know I don’t, but I want to. I don’t want things to get weird between you and Cassandra,” he says, as he pulls me close to him before crushing my lips with a kiss.

  “All right, let’s get breakfast ready. She’s going to arrive soon.”

  Cassandra is so anal about punctuality, I don’t want her to have to wait for breakfast. As expected, she arrives five minutes early and I run to the door to let her in.

  “I can’t believe Bryce Van Der Linden is standing in your home and the two of you so look like you got it on last night,” she whispers in my ear, as she embraces me.

  “You kill me. Come in and formally meet him.”

  “Did you tell him where we might have met before?”

  I nod in agreement as I drag her in the kitchen to meet Bryce.

  “Bryce, you remember Stasia, aka Cassandra?”

  “Of course I do. I never thought I’d meet you again under these circumstances,” he says, as he winks at her.

  “Neither did I, but Sofia called and said she needed my help. Anything relating to crucifying Brad Keller gets me really excited.”

  “I’m happy to see you’re also on Team Sofia.”

  “Why don’t we all have breakfast first?” I say. “Cassandra can show us the photos and maybe there are a few things you might remember that can help Bryce’s team track Keller down.”

  Breakfast is far more pleasant than I expected and it allows all of us to talk before diving into a more serious matter.

  “So Sofia says you can nail Brad Keller?” Cassandra says to Bryce.

  “We’re going to do our best and if you have some photos to help us, this will make things a lot easier for us.”

  She stares at both of us with her piercing green eyes before getting up to grab her Prada bag. “Here’s what I have,” she announces, as she shares her iPad with Bryce and I.

  “Wow! You weren’t joking when you said you had great photos of him.”

  “Yeah, after we left the company Christmas party, I
bumped into him in the garage and asked him if he wanted to join a few of my friends for some after-hours festivities. I’ve never trusted him and I wanted to see who he truly was once I got him pissed drunk.”

  “And who is he?” Bryce looks very serious when he asks that question.

  “He’s an interesting character to say the least—loud, obnoxious and even aggressive. The more he drank, the more he revealed of himself. That’s why I love getting men drunk. I retain full control and allow them to make complete fools of themselves.”

  “I guess I’m lucky you never got me drunk.”

  “Bryce, you’re way too much in control to allow anyone to derail you.” She winks at him. “There’s one thing. I was hanging out with a few other girls from the agency, so we’re all used to being at a guy’s beck and call, but at some point during the evening, Brad became extremely needy. He insisted on forcing Samantha to look at pictures of his kids. First off, I didn’t know he was a father, but when I asked Samantha if they were as blond as he was, she responded, ‘Nah, these kids have dark hair and they’re dark-skinned. There’s nothing remotely blonde about them!’ She told me his wife, girlfriend, baby mama must have been an East Indian or an Asian woman, unless he had adopted those kids. I guess I was thrown for a loop because Brad Keller didn’t look to me like a guy who deviates from a steady diet of leggy blondes.”

  I’m stunned by Cassandra’s story. This means Brad has a whole life he’s never revealed at work.

  “He has an Asian or East Indian family? Interesting. Chances are Brad Keller is hiding a lot more than a couple of kids,” Bryce declares before turning his attention to me. “Brace yourself, because there’s likely going to be a lot of unpleasant stuff we’ll uncover over the next few weeks.”

  “I’m ready,” I say bravely.

  “I have to go now. I have five hundred things to do, but I hope I was able to help Sofia’s case,” Cassandra says as she grabs her iPad and designer handbag.

  I walk her to the door and thank her for remembering those details. Who knows, they could have a huge impact on my case.

  I lean against the closed door with my eyes closed. I truly hope Cassandra’s photos will help me get my old life back.

  “What are you thinking about?” Bryce asks, as he walks towards me.