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

by Sarah J. Brooks

  It was a strange feeling to be praying in a room full of such manipulators. I seriously doubted any of the politicians in that room were going to be making their way to the heavenly gates without some serious penance.

  The evening was actually very uneventful after the President arrived. I sat on the sidelines and let Matthew do most of the work as he socialized with everyone. He seemed right in his element as he laughed and joked with all the other Senators.

  I found my place with the spouses and significant others that were in the room. There were six of us and I used the other women as examples of how I should behave. Obviously, Matthew and I weren’t married, but I figured I should still behave like one of the wives.

  “That is a stunning bracelet,” one of the women said. “Is that black onyx?”

  I could tell by her tone of voice that she didn’t really like the idea of having a black onyx and diamond bracelet. But I loved the bracelet; it was absolutely perfect. I actually was pretty blown away by the thought that Matthew had put into it.

  “Did I hear Mathew right? Did he said he wanted George to get the VP position?” George Masson’s wife asked me.

  “Yes, he says he’s not ready for something like that yet. Thinks he needs another four years in the Senate first. How do you feel about George taking the job?” I asked.

  “It’s exciting. I don’t want to get too excited just yet, though. We will see who the President chooses. There are a lot of worthy candidates.”

  I tried not to laugh out loud at her minimalist speech. I knew for a fact that the Masson family would be doing everything in their power to get George into the Vice President position. There was no way I was going to fall for her little coy games. But she was more than welcome to continue on with the charade.

  The night ended uneventfully enough. It appeared as if everyone was more than happy to have Senator George Masson move into the Vice President position. I even overheard Matthew and the President discussing the matter.

  Matthew put on a great show and talked about how he though Masson was the best man for the job. Matthew did mention a little concern he had for the fact that Senator Masson had been in Las Vegas before with the Vice President.

  “Are you sure Masson wasn’t with prostitutes?” Matthew had asked the President.

  “My researchers say he wasn’t. I’ll wait for the final checks. But I think we are good.”

  “That’s great,” Matthew said with what appeared to be genuine excitement.

  I had lost the rest of their conversation when I was pulled back into the talk with the other wives’ about political schedules.

  As Matthew and I made our way out to the vehicle where Raymond was waiting for us, I couldn’t resist any longer.

  “How are you going to get into the White House if they put Masson into the Vice President position? I don’t understand,” I said in a quiet but firm voice.

  “Kayla, do you trust me?”

  “No,” I said as I laughed. “Yes, I trust you. Sort of. Like if you’re right in front of me.”

  Matthew just raised his eyebrow and smiled at me as we loaded into the SUV. It felt good to finally be away from everyone at the party and alone with Matthew.

  “I have a plan. You just need to follow along with me.”

  “I can contribute you know. It isn’t necessary to do everything on your own. If we worked together on the plan, it might even be better than you imagined.”

  Matthew just leaned in and kissed me. It seemed like a specific plow to get me to stop talking, but that was alright with me. I was fine with a nice makeout session on our way back to my house.

  “Your house or mine?” Matthew asked.

  “You can drop me off tonight. I’m tired and need some sleep.”

  “How about we swing by my place really quick and then I can stay over with you?”

  “Actually, I think I’d like to be alone; if you don’t mind.”

  I saw the disappointment on Matthew’s face, but I didn’t really care all that much. I needed some time away from him. I didn’t have the energy to police everything I said and did. At least, when I was home alone, I could actually relax and stop thinking about all the strategizing that was going on.

  “That’s fine,” Matthew said as he tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “Raymond, let’s go to Kayla’s place and drop her off first.”

  As we pulled in front of my apartment complex, Raymond got out of the vehicle and opened my door. He walked with me up to the main door where the doorman was holding the door and waiting for me to enter the building.

  “You’re Senator Storms driver?” The doorman asked Raymond.

  “Yes.”

  “There was a man here who wanted to talk to him. I told him he couldn’t come in and he said he would be waiting for the Senator at his home.”

  “At the Senators home?” Raymond asked.

  “Yes, I just wanted to warn you before you went there.”

  I felt the worry as it ran through my body. Why would someone come to my apartment building looking for Matthew? It had to be someone who knew him really well. But I didn’t imagine that Matthew was going around and telling very many people that he was staying with me as much as he had been.

  “Who do you think it is Raymond?” I said as I looked back toward the SUV.

  “Not sure, but no need to worry. We will take care of it. You have a good evening Kayla.”

  Raymond quickly took off back toward the SUV and I saw him talking to Matthew before he had even closed the vehicle door behind him.

  “Get me a cab,” I said to the doorman.

  He moved quickly toward the front desk and within two minutes a cab was out front waiting for me. I knew Matthew would be heading back to his house to meet with the mysterious stranger, but I didn’t have any idea who it was. And it didn’t seem like Raymond had any idea either.

  As the cab driver weaved his way through the streets of Washington D.C., I felt my heart rate getting faster and faster. I didn’t know why I felt the need to follow Matthew, but I had to know more about what was going on. I just couldn’t stand being kept in the dark for another moment.

  I gave the cab driver directions to Matthew’s house and as we pulled up, I realized that Matthew wasn’t there. Or at least, the SUV Matthew had been in wasn’t there.

  “Just drive around the block please,” I said as I looked for Matthew and his SUV.

  They had to be somewhere around there. Well, that was if Matthew had actually found the person who said he would be waiting at his house.

  “I can wait for you if you’d like,” the nice cab driver said as we made one more pass around the block.

  “Yes, let’s park here. Give me five or ten minutes please.”

  “Sure.”

  I got out of the cab and felt the brisk cold air on my skin as I walked in the dark toward Matthew’s house. I had had the cab driver stop at the end of the block so I could walk the length of the block and look in a couple of the dark alleys that lined it.

  “Good job,” I heard a man’s voice say.

  I couldn’t tell where the voice had come from, but it sounded like Matthew’s. There was another man with him as well. I couldn’t hear the man’s voice as well as I could hear Matthew’s but I could tell there was another person there with Matthew.

  My steps slowed so I could try and avoid detection and just as I walked up toward Matthew’s house I saw the two dark figures in the garden area off the front of his lawn. His manicured lawn had six foot high shrubs in the font and an iron fence. It was clear that Matthew valued his privacy and I really shouldn’t have been there to listen in on his conversation.

  “I’ll contact you when it’s complete.”

  “Yes, please don’t be so obvious about it next time. And make sure there is no question this time. I need real results.”

  “Yes, sir,” the man said as he turned to walk away.

  The man who stood there with Matthew seemed really shady. He was dre
ssed in dark clothes and a ball cap. I couldn’t see his face very well, but his body was built like a bodybuilder with muscles everywhere.

  I stopped to think about how I would explain myself to Matthew if he found me standing there. It didn’t seem like there was a reasonable explanation at all. Matthew had dropped me off at my building, he would have known right away that I had followed him if he knew I was there. So I had to make sure that Matthew didn’t find me there.

  My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I tried to decide if I should stay and listen more or if I should get back to my cab. I wasn’t the type of person who normally followed a boyfriend to see what he was doing. My opinion was; if you can’t trust him, you shouldn’t date him. But I figured the circumstances were a little different at that time.

  I couldn’t believe that Matthew was paying this guy off. I assumed it was for what happened to the Vice President, but that seemed awfully low even for Matthew. As I watched the two men talk Matthew appeared to be at total ease while the other man looked nervous and was continually looking around.

  Bribery and corruption were huge in Washington D.C., so it really shouldn’t have surprised me that I was witnessing it right in front of me. I had always imagined that bribery happened in seedy hotel rooms and dive bars. Never had I expected Matthew and his hired hand to be talking about their work in the middle of Matthew’s living room.

  It was dark outside and I felt well hidden by the shrubbery at the front of the yard, but I couldn’t be 100% sure. There was no way I could risk getting caught following Matthew and listening in on his conversation.

  I had lied to Matthew. I didn’t trust him at all. Matthew was the type of guy who would make sure he did the job right and got rid of a person if they were in his way. But I honestly didn’t think Matthew was the kind of guy who would murder someone. Sure he would ruin a person’s career and leave them without a means to care for themselves and their family, but he wasn’t a murderer. Or so I thought up until that very moment.

  “You make sure the job is clean. I need this done right. There will be a big bonus in your payment if you came get this done as ordered.”

  It was weird to hear Matthew as he directed this man to do his bidding for him. I still hadn’t heard either man describe exactly what it was that needed to be done, but I had seen the stack of money that Matthew handed the man. It was much more money than I had ever seen before, at least, $20,000. I couldn’t even fathom another reason why Matthew would be giving that money to another person if it wasn’t for murdering them.

  I needed to get away from the scene and I slowly started to walk backward. After I had made it about twenty feet away from the shrubs, I felt my foot as it pressed down on a tree limb. The sound was audible throughout the immediate area and I couldn’t wait to see if Matthew had heard it. Instead, I took off running as fast as I could toward the end of the block.

  “Who’s there?” I heard Matthew’s voice yell out.

  It sounded like he was closer than his yard, but I couldn’t imagine looking behind be to see if he was there. I just had to keep running. Even if I ran, I could easily be caught by Matthew or even the other man if they really wanted to; I wasn’t that fast of a runner.

  When I got to the end of the street, the cab driver was still waiting there diligently for me. I hopped in and he pulled away. I was so grateful that the cab driver had been willing to stay and wait for me, but there was still one big problem; it looked like Matthew had seen me.

  Just as we started to drive away, I looked down the street and saw Matthew standing and staring at my cab. My heart almost burst out of my chest as his eyes leered into my yellow vehicle. But I didn’t think he could see who was inside the car. The way his eyes looked at the car, it didn’t appear as if he was actually looking at me; instead, he seemed to be memorizing the license plate.

  Then I looked down at my phone and saw a text message from Matthew, “I’ll be at your place in the morning. We need to talk.”

  I swallowed hard. Maybe he had seen that it was me in the cab. Maybe he knew I had followed him and listened in on his conversation. I needed to figure a way out of the mess that I had just gotten myself into.

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  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 given 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 mo
ved 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 everyone 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.