Billionaire Romance Box Set: The Storm Romance Series Part 1-10: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  My mother seemed calm on the phone at least, that was a blessing. Typically she was a ball of nerves as she tried to do everything right and never upset my father. Unfortunately, it was impossible not to upset him sooner or later.

  I had asked my mother why she didn’t leave him, why would she stay with a man that had such violent mood swings? Her answer was one of a martyr, or perhaps just a sad woman; she didn’t want to abandon him.

  I remembered the day I left for college. I remembered telling myself that I would never let a man ruin my life like my father had done to my mother. She had dropped all her dreams to help him reach his. Now where was she? She was sitting in a hospital room waiting for him to die so she could finally live the life she wanted to live. It was horribly sad.

  It was a novel idea to stay with a mentally ill man who was dangerous purely because she didn’t want to abandon him, but after working with Matthew Storm I sort of understood where she was coming from. Of course, Matthew wasn’t abusive or anything like that, but I understood the concept of loving someone despite their faults. My father’s faults had been more than I thought my mother should have to endure, but it was her life and her decision. For me, I had pulled away from all interactions with my father after my first year of college.

  It was on Christmas break, my first year of college, that my father lost his temper and slapped me. His anger wasn’t even toward anything I could remember, perhaps something to do with the meal preparations or holiday events. It wasn’t the first time I thought my father would hit me…but it was the first time he actually did it. But whatever his reason; I never forgave him and limited my interactions to my mother only for the last several years. But if he was going to die, I wanted to at least say goodbye. I wanted the closure.

  “This is amazing,” I said to Matthew as we boarded the private charter jet.

  “It is pretty cool to fly this way.”

  “Thank you again so much, I would have hated myself forever if I hadn’t at least gone home to say my goodbyes to my father.”

  “Do you think he will die?”

  “Is it horrible that I’m alright with him not making it? That’s horrible right?”

  “Kayla, I don’t know about your past, but what I do know is that anger that lives in your soul is the worst kind.”

  His words were actually very insightful for not knowing or understanding my family situation. I wondered if he had experienced some anger toward his own father. I had read some tabloid things about a feud between the two of them and I hadn’t really heard him talk about his family ever. But I figured it wasn’t the best time to open that wound.

  “Thanks,” I said as I cuddled next to him on the couch.

  “Mr. Storm, we will be taking off shortly and the flight should last two and a half hours. Can I get you two something to drink?” the male steward asked.

  “Vodka Sours,” Matthew said with a smile.

  “Yes, that sounds perfect,” I added.

  As we took off and drank our vodka’s, I couldn’t help but be grateful that Matthew and I had met. It had only been a few short months before that we had run into each other on the streets of Illinois and now we were on our way back there.

  “I need to tell you something,” I said to Matthew as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him.

  The steward was up near the cockpit area with the curtain closed for privacy. I kept looking back over that way to make sure he wasn’t going to pop the curtain open and come back out.

  “Yes ma’am, what would you like to tell me? I’m awesome, the best boyfriend in the world. You can’t live without me?” Matthew said as he smiled the cheesiest smile I had ever seen.

  “Did you say, boyfriend?”

  “I’m caving in. There’s no one I’d rather spend my time with. I’m officially using the B word.”

  “Wow, that’s pretty big boy stuff there. Are you sure you can handle it?” I teased him as I started to unzip his pants.

  “I’m a big boy, I think the question is; can you handle it?”

  “I’m not sure we should go public with it. But I can handle it in private,” I said as I kissed him.

  Matthew grabbed me and flipped me onto my back on the couch. He quickly pulled up my skirt and pressed my panties to the side as I felt him press into me.

  “Are you sure you can handle it?” He teased me.

  “Ooooh,” I moaned out. “I can handle it,” I said loudly.

  “Shhh,” Matthew said as his hand covered my mouth.

  I lovingly and gently bit onto his finger and then started to suck on it. He closed his eyes in delight as his hips moved into me deeper. His thrusts were slow and deep and I loved every second. The feeling of having him on top of me was perfect and I just wished we were alone so I could moan and scream with pleasure.

  Matthew moved his lips near my ear as we moved together and the sound of his voice totally did me in.

  “I love fucking you Kayla, I love working with you, I love your brain, your body, your lips,” Matthew whispered.

  My body reacted with pleasure and I tightened around Matthew as he thrust harder and harder inside of me. My hand grabbed him and held on as he moved deep inside of me and I felt myself give in to the pleasure that his words and body had delivered.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned out.

  The moans were clearly audible beyond Matthew’s efforts to quiet them. As I finally exploded with a tightness throughout my body, I felt Matthew thrust one last deep time as he released inside of me.

  I held onto him for a moment and delighted in the naughtiness of our actions. Then I peaked at the curtain to see if our steward had been disturbed by our actions.

  “He’s not coming out here until I call him and ask for something,” Matthew said.

  “Sorry I was so loud,” I giggled.

  “I loved it.”

  Matthew kissed me one last time as we covered ourselves up and lay together to catch a nap for the rest of the flight. The last few days had been exhausting and I knew the next few ahead of me were going to be equally as bad. I was really happy to have Matthew with me; he gave me the strength I needed. It didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell and had just told me he loved me.

  ***

  “As we go in here please remember that they don’t mean anything harmful by their comments. They sometimes say things that are weird and I’m sorry in advance if they offend you,” I said to Matthew as we walked down the hallway toward my father’s hospital room.

  “Kayla, it will be fine. I have a family too you know.”

  I didn’t think Matthew truly understood the difference between his family and mine, but it was too late to turn back now. He had gone to a lot of trouble to bring me home and I was grateful that I would get to at least tell my father I loved him. No matter what our past was like, I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him.

  Matthew grabbed my hand just before we went into the room. His grip was firm and his eyes looked deep into mine.

  “You got this,” Matthew said as he opened the door and guided me into the room.

  I walked in ahead of Matthew and let go of his hand as I walked in. I certainly didn’t want my mother and father to know that there was anything going on between Matthew and I. To them he was just Senator Storm. They knew his father and liked the family, but only on a public level; my parents had never been involved much in politics.

  “Sweetheart you’re here early,” My mother exclaimed as she jumped up to hug me.

  “Hi, Momma.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here. Looks who’s here honey, it’s Michaela. She came home all the way from Washington D.C.”

  As I looked at my father lying in the bed, I quickly realized he wasn’t the same man I had grown up with. The man in the bed was barely able to respond and only looked at me as I came toward him.

  I leaned down and hugged him tight.

  “Daddy I love you,” I said as I continued to hold onto him.

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sp; He wasn’t able to hug me back and I didn’t feel any reaction at all so I pulled away. But as I looked back at him I saw a small tear at the corner of his eye and a look of sadness I had never seen before. I was instantly very happy that I had come home to see him. My heart felt healed from the fight that my father and I had had a few months before. I finally felt like there as some closure to the anger that had gone on between us.

  I turned to look for Matthew so I could introduce him, but he hadn’t come into the room with me. I decided we would just catch up later, Matthew was kind enough to give me some time alone with my family and I appreciated that.

  “You look so skinny Michaela; don’t they have food in Washington?” My mother teased me.

  The truth was that I had gained about 15 pounds throughout college and had only recently lost it. The combination of working so hard and always wanting to look good for Matthew had me eating much healthier than I ever had. Plus, although I wasn’t the type of person to ever set foot in a gym; I had been doing a lot of horizontal cardio in the previous weeks.

  “Mom, I’m eating and doing well. Thank you for worrying.”

  “You know I love you so much and your father too. We are really proud of you for all that you are doing in Washington. Even if we don’t show it much, I tell all of our friends about my famous daughter and her work with Senator Storm.”

  “I’m not famous Mom, but thanks; and I love you too.”

  My mother had always been the sweetest woman I knew. She was constantly giving compliments and building me up throughout my life. It was such a struggle for me to understand why such a kind and loving woman had stayed with my father; a very unkind man.

  Sometimes I wanted to just grab her and pull her away from him. I wanted to show her what a happy life would look like. But deep down I knew she would never leave him. He was old and sick and she was going to stick with him until he took his very last breath.

  “Did I hear my name being called?” Matthew said as he slid into the room.

  He must have been just outside the door waiting for me, which was nice of him. I was happy to have a distraction from my mother’s worry. I loved her so very much, but she did worry about me a lot. I suspected it was because she never got to worry about anything else in her life. My father had spent so much time being in charge of their life that my mother often just did as she was told. As my father got ill, it was the first time I had seen some real emotion from my mother. She had spent her entire life trying to hide her feelings and was finally able to speak about the.

  “Oh, my lord. You’re the Senator,” my Mother said as she fumbled to find the words she wanted to use. She started to cry with excitement, which I couldn’t remember ever seeing in my mother before.

  “Hello, Mrs. Wilson, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Matthew said as he shook my mother’s hand. “You too Mr. Wilson,” Matthew said as he went to my Father’s bed and gently squeezed his hand.

  It was a kind gesture to go to my father as well as my mother; it was things like that which made me like Matthew more and more.

  “Mr. Storm flew me home on his private jet so I could get to you right away Daddy.”

  “That was very nice of you Senator Storm, how could we ever repay you?” My Mother said as she shook his hand again.

  “No need to repay anything your daughter has been a gift to me in Washington this year. I really do not know how I would be getting by right now if I didn’t have her as my assistant.”

  “Michaela, you got promoted? That is so wonderful!”

  “Mom, it isn’t a big deal. I’m doing a lot more work for hardly any more money. I’m just a glorified copy girl,” I said to downplay my involvement in Matthew’s success.

  “You are too modest baby,” My Mother said as she cupped my face in her hands.

  I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at Matthew while she did this. Instead, I looked my mother straight in the eyes and just smiled. That is what a good daughter was supposed to do; just smile.

  My father was so sick, though, I couldn’t stand to stay in the room with him much longer. He couldn’t talk and hardly moved at all. It was so difficult for me. My heart wanted to stay for a little longer, but I really did need to get away from the hospital and catch my breath. Coming home had been much more emotional than I, though.

  “Mom, Mathew and I are going to go get some breakfast, would you like us to bring you anything back?”

  The words left my mouth before I could stop them and I looked at Matthew’s eyes as they widened in shock. I had just called him Matthew instead of Mr. Storm or Senator Storm. Luckily my mother either didn’t notice or pretended not to notice.

  “Yes, honey that would be nice, could you get me some pancakes, please?”

  “Of course. I’ll also get you a nice big cup of orange juice.”

  I kissed my mother and then walked out of the room as quickly as I could. I heard Matthew stay behind and say goodbye, but I couldn’t quite hear what he said to my mother because I was too busy walking down the hall to get away as quickly as possible.

  “You can slow down now if you’d like,” Matthew said as he caught up to me at the elevators.

  “Oh, God, I’m so sorry. What did she say?” I winced.

  “I just told her that I kept things casual at the office and everyone was on a first name basis there. I wished your father well and again told your mother what a true professional you were.”

  “Oh bullshit, you did not say all of that! You weren’t even in there that long.”

  Matthew just smiled at me he definitely had not said all of that, but I could tell he wasn’t going to tell me what he actually said. I was also too tired and hungry to care very much. My emotions were on edge, I had only slept two hours, and I couldn’t even remember the last meal I had eaten. It was time to rest a little and then I would go back and sit with my father later in the afternoon.

  “Where are we heading? Sally’s?”

  Sally’s was the best little diner in that area and the only place that had breakfast all day long. You could also get a steak or a burger any time of the day there as well. But I hadn’t seen a person show up at eight o’clock in the morning dying for a burger before.

  “Of course.”

  We found a booth in the back and both turned to watch the television that had a breaking story coming across. The face on the screen was of Senator Masson and I stopped cold at the edge of the booth as I listened for the story.

  Matthew looked on as well, but he seemed much less worried about what the story had to say than I did. In fact, he started to look through the menu while the newscasters did their lead-in to the story.

  “Breaking news out of Washington D.C., Senator George Mason is under investigation for laundering money from the Senate Arms Committee. This is a new emerging story and we will give you more information as it becomes available,” the news broadcaster said.

  I turned to look at Matthew, who wasn’t even looking at the television at all. He seemed so nonchalant as he glanced through the menu.

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked.

  “The french toast here is amazing,” Matthew said as he refused to look up from the menu.

  “I’m not stupid Matthew. You just had me go on a no holds barred campaign to get that man elected as the Speaker of the House and now this is going on? There is no way you didn’t know about this. Why wouldn’t you have told me?”

  Matthew put his menu down slowly and looked up at me. His face seemed oddly happy as he searched for the words that he wanted to say to me.

  “I am a Senator. I am privy to information that others are not. I did not feel it was either necessary or warranted to give you that information.”

  His eyes were colder than I remembered ever seeing them and his tone equally as cold. It was odd to watch him speak to me like that. I would have preferred him to yell and scream like he did back at his office. The cool and calm anger that was under his voice seemed eerie and scary
to me.

  “You could have told me if you wanted to,” I said as I picked up the menu and started to look for what I wanted to eat.

  There was no arguing with Matthew, I had learned that very well over the last few months with him. He had his opinion on how things needed to be done and it was mostly his opinion that he followed. A few times he allowed me the privilege of having some input, but those times were few and far between.

  Mathew chose not to continue the conversation further and we both spent the bulk of our breakfast just eating and ignoring each other. My heart pounded as I thought back to the day I had been with Senator Masson in his office. My legs spread opened and his mouth on my center. It had been a mistake for sure, but I suspected that Senator Masson didn’t think so. He probably thought of it as a conquest to add to his notch of other young women he had played with outside of his marriage.

  “I’m sorry,” Matthew said quietly after we paid the bill and started to walk out of the restaurant.

  It was quiet enough that I had to think for a second to register what he had just said. He wasn’t the kind of guy to apologize, yet he had done so with me on a couple occasions. I felt like he was honestly trying to make an effort and I appreciated it.

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ve got us a room at the Embassy Suites across from the hospital. Would you like to get some sleep before we go back and visit your father again later?”

  “Would it be alright if I went back alone tonight?”

  Matthew seemed perplexed by the question. I couldn’t exactly figure out why he would want to come back to the hospital with me. My father couldn’t talk or move much and my mother would likely be home by then. There would be nothing for him to do but sit and watch me while I watched my father.

  “I’d be fine with whatever you’d like, but I would like to come and support you. I don’t care how long we stay. One hour or all night long is fine with me.”