The Billionaire's Fiancee, Book 1

by Bella Bentley

  “Just try it out. I think if you try it out tonight you’ll gain a greater understanding if this is something you are interested in doing or not. And for your time and trial run, you will be compensated.”

  “Compensated, huh?”

  He nodded.

  I sat thinking—more like I sat dazed. Glazed over. I couldn’t even really formulate an answer. My life felt so surreal in that moment. I mean, what else did I have going on tonight besides hanging out with my sister and watching the latest Real Housewives episode, while our mom and dad were out of town.

  It—this—just didn’t seem real! But isn’t that what success is? When opportunity meets preparation? Hadn’t I been preparing for this for years in my dreams?

  “Time’s a tickin’.” He said playfully.

  This was all happening so fast. Was this a dream? Was this some magical parallel universe I just entered to as soon as I crossed the bridge? After all, I did say some sort of wish?

  I shook my head. No, this was for real and I was now getting what I always wanted. Well, a chance at the idea of what I think I want. How hard would the trial run be? And would it hurt to try?

  “Oh hell. Yolo.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You only live once, right?”

  “Precisely.”

  The Primping

  Moments later we pulled up to The Four Seasons just as he promised. The ride had been fairly quiet as he looked over a few papers and I scrolled through meaningless articles on my Iphone, which I was too nervous to even read!

  “They are expecting you.”

  I slid down the leather seat to an opened limo door with a mix of excitement, wonder and nerves.

  “Miss Loveheart, right this way.” A man wearing white gloves and a tux ushered me into the elaborate marbled floor lobby. I felt Dexter’s eyes once again on my backside as I slid out. I turned to look at him and he quickly lifted his narrowed eyes on my ass and waved freely with his fingers as the sly smile once again hung on his face. That last site of him, and the knowledge that we would be intimate later, made me feel like a thousand butterflies floated around in my stomach.

  This.was.crazy!

  I let out a long sigh as I walked into the luxurious foyer. Sights left and right begged for my attention. I was handed iced cucumber water as my apparent butler led me to the elevator. I nervously crossed my arms and sipped the refreshing water. I saw myself in the reflection of the mirrored elevator. I looked nervous. Fidgety. Hell, I was still in my workout clothes! It felt strange to not have any belongings with me. Hell, the whole ordeal was strange, but exciting indeed!

  The butler stood at perfect attention. His eyes never wavering the gaze directly in front of him. His left arm rested perfectly behind his back.

  He had placed a special card in the cardholder slit and I watched the numbers light up as we rose higher and higher past different levels.

  Much to my surprise we finally rose to the highest level—the penthouse suite.

  Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!

  The doors opened with the faintest of dings and there before me was the most magnificent view of the city. I took a few steps on the marbled shiny floors. Flower arrangements beautifully sat here and there and the fresh scents of roses, tulips, peonies, and hydrangeas were intoxicating. I immediately wanted to text my sister Anna, but what exactly would I say and how would I explain myself? I’d have to think about this later.

  I spun around as he called my name.

  “Champagne?”

  I reached for the flute feeling like everything at this moment was a dream.

  “Thank you.”

  “Your massage and other appointments will be in the next thirty minutes.”

  Other appointments?

  “I’ll be back to accompany you to the spa then. Will you be needing anything else or my assistance further?”

  I shook my head no.

  “Very well.”

  And with that he spun around and left me alone in the ginormous penthouse. Before I even dared to venture into the luxury bathroom and bedroom, a shiny, immaculately polished, grand piano sat like a picture next to floor to ceiling perfectly windexed windows. Imagine that job! Cleaning these windows all the way up here!

  I sat down on the cool bench and draped my fingers across the smooth keys. I played a familiar tone with my right hand as I sipped my champagne.

  How had I gotten here?

  It didn’t even feel real! Yet, I savored in the richness of this moment. This was by far the most extravagant room I had ever been in. The type of rooms I always dreamt of and only saw on movies or on Pinterest, and right here right now I was living one of my dreams. I closed my eyes as I took one last sip of my champagne.

  Suddenly I felt my stomach flip.

  Other duties. Trial run. Dexter Miles.

  My eyes flew open and I gulped the rest of the flute down. My nerves jumped up inside like energizer bunnies on espresso shots.

  Oh good Lord that massage couldn’t come fast enough.

  I hadn’t had only a few sips and I already felt a little loose from not having anything to eat since my run. I saw a basket of fruit, pastries, and other snacks but with the massage minutes away, I thought it best to keep my stomach empty since the rule of thumb was to not eat hours before a massage.

  I sat in the spa in the most delicious smelling terry cloth rob and happily sipped another glass of champagne. This would be my last one I told myself.

  “I’m Lilly-Anna and I will be your masseuse and esthetician for your massage and then Brazillian wax, mani and pedi”

  Oh shit. Those hurt!

  I winced.

  “Do you have a preference of which we do first?”

  “Uh,” I downed the champagne flute. “Let’s get the wax over with so I can enjoy the rest.”

  She smiled politely.

  “Very nice choice. We also have a state of the art cream that will ease the sensitivity and irritation which will make any activity suitable afterwards.”

  Lilly-Anna reminded me of Anna, my sister. I had to tell my sister something, especially since mom and dad were away at a horse show. I hated keeping secrets from her. Even though we were three years apart, we were best friends.

  I sent her a quick text during my pedicure that I was staying over at a friend’s house and would touch base tomorrow.

  During my relaxing massage I feel deep asleep. I dreamt of what Dexter Miles house would look like. It was grand and tuscany-like. I was lounging by the pool drinking a martini with Anna and we were laughing together as if we had not a care in the world.

  I was a little groggy as I was escorted back to my suite but nothing could have woken me up better than the most stunning evening gown that cascaded down to on a display mannequin. I had never seen anything quite like it. Dark gray satin-like material with tiny sequences sewn around the low waist-line, a centimeter’s worth of thin layered taffeta trim around the low bust line. It was truly couture and I couldn’t believe I would be wearing this. On the table next to the dress, a velvet box lay shut. A card with my name lay on top.

  Jess

  I opened the card.

  I know how to take care of my women. But I really know how to take care of my fiancé. With the upmost care and attention. Consider all my gifts you see yours if you finish your trial with me tonight.

  Xoxox,

  Dexter

  I opened the box to find in the center of plush velvet, the most sparkling gorgeous ring I had ever seen. A stunning yellow diamond surrounded by dozens of micro-pavet diamonds, with a petite set of diamonds cascading down the band. It took my breath away. I stared at it for many moments, turning it to the side, examining the lustrous sparkle in the light. It had to have been over at least five carats. But I couldn’t be sure! All I knew was that when I placed the ring on my finger, all I could think about was this was exactly the type of ring I always day dreamed of when I would be on my runs or in my secret fantasies.

  Als
o laying perfectly on the velvet were two rose gold diamond encrusted earrings in the shape of quarter size roses. A matching necklace laid patiently to picked up.

  “Oh honey, you are a site, too!”

  I took a few steps back taking everything in. All of this would be mine if I finished the trial tonight? What the fuck! This was crazy! That was when I noticed the Louboutin black peep toed pumps paired together next to the floor to length mirror. I squealed and jumped up and down.

  So, yeah, I know I had this diamond on my finger worth probably over $100,000, but for some reason, the shoes made me jump up and down like a school-girl. With my robe off, naked, I slipped the shoes on. I walked over towards the antique mirror and admired the fit.

  I then noticed another box daintily tied with a white satin ribbon. I untied it to find a black strapless lace lingerie bra. The lace fabric was so thin that if it were not for the thick dress, one would see major nippage most definitely. The lace thong was so beautiful and had such innate details that I felt lucky just to wear it. After my shower, I slipped on the lingerie and the shoes and stared at myself in mirror once more.

  So this is what if feels like to wear lingerie worth a fortune. No wonder why those women always were in the mood! It definitely makes you feel in the mood. It makes you feel sexy, powerful.

  A knock at the door interrupted my admiration.

  “Miss Loveheart, your makeup artist and hair stylist are here as well as your Caesar salad as a light dinner. Are you presentable?”

  “One second!” I anxiously shouted out and carefully took off my shoes and grabbed a robe.

  I opened the door to find a woman with jet-black short hair cut in a bob with heavy eye shadow. She wore an unreadable expression, but more like the look that reads, oh-great-another-spoiled-princess-kill-me-look. The hairstylist on the other hand, had a perfectly groomed goatee, hair like Keith Urban and a warm smile that made me feel instantly at all ease.

  “The glam team is here.” He said animatedly.

  “Great…” I said with a small smile and my voice light and kind. “Come on in.”

  As I walked into the bathroom and sat on a padded chair, I couldn’t help but to think what they thought of me and the situation. But truth is, I didn’t care. If I wanted to be one of “those” women, I had to play the part right? I had to be confident. Resilient.

  An hour later they were done and when I was dressed in my entire outfit, I couldn’t believe it was me staring back in the mirror. My hair was carefully and beautifully swept to the side in loose waves tucked under in an elegant side bun with a gorgeous diamond clip. My make up was the best I had ever seen it with smoky eye-lids and the contouring of bronzer and shimmery blushes. From my sultry nail polish, to my jewelry, to the super chic Channel handbag covered in sparkly black rhinestones—I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I felt like it must feel on your wedding day, feeling the most beautiful you could ever feel.

  Now, only the night would tell if I would continue to feel so lucky. I bit my lower stained red lip and stared at myself.

  This is what you’ve always wanted, Jess. Play this part up. Land this job and you’ll be on your way to even more greatness and freedom. You can study the way rich men operate, and then really find one you really love, fall in love, and case closed. But in order to do that, you have to pass the test. Tonight.

  I turned to the side and did one last look over.

  I needed to be a lady on the street and a freak in the bed.

  And I couldn’t help but smile.

  The Trial

  I was picked up at eight on the dot. I was greeted with a kiss on the cheek after Dexter’s icy blue eyes looked me over from head to toe.

  “Yes, siry. My sexy fiancé.” He said with a growl as he grabbed my ass and kissed me on the cheek to which I smiled in reply.

  Once in the limo, he toasted me a glass of champagne.

  “You look stunning.”

  “Thank you.” I said back to him. How does one go about complimenting a stranger, a fake fiancé? “You look—”

  “In fact, I’m not sure if we may even make it on time to the gala tonight because you look so damn yummy.” The way he said that made me instantly wet with desire…he could eat me?

  Oh god.

  I recrossed my legs and had a flash of that gorgeous mouth of his lightly kissing my other lips.

  I quickly looked down and shook the fantasy; I didn’t want to ruin my panties! I needed to somehow quiet down the intense throbbing going on down there.

  His eyes danced along my cleavage as if he were picturing me naked.

  Here, a rich, powerful, handsome man desired me. It was always what I had dreamt of—like a little girl watching every Pride and Prejudice movie, or period piece movie and longing to be the girl chosen by the King. In that moment, that is how I felt. I was longed for by the King.

  And with that realization, I thought about the things I would do to him to make him want me forever. Forget the trial run. I’d make him shout my name so loudly that he’d never forget the time with me. That way we could get this show on the road and that document signed, sealed and delivered and I could be on my way to live a life of luxury and just write all day. In fact…

  I downed the flute and made a mad dash to his lap where I unbuckled his trousers and grabbed his hard and ready Johnson.

  In one swift moment, I had his rather large, smooth, nice smelling dick free and took it deep within my mouth, as quick as possible before he even had a chance to object. My wet lips already wrapped around him all the way down to his base where my bottom lip felt his balls. His tip tickled the back of my throat and I knew by the judging of that groan that escaped his mouth, there would be no objections of me stopping.

  He sucked in a deep breath as I continued to take him deeper and deeper, sucking harder and harder, and then took interjected moments where I swirled the top of his head, and then sucked and continued the whole thing all over again.

  He slouched down into the leather seat as I looked up into his face and saw his head lean back against the seat, that perfect defined jaw of his staring at me as I continued my magic. It wasn’t long before he had found his release and I swallowed. And then as if nothing at all happened, I sat back down and composed myself in the seat with the largest grin on my face as my queen V throbbed in crazy need and desire swelling by the second.

  How’s that for a trial run, mister?

  “Wouldn’t want to get your suit all dirty.” I said in my most sultry manner and I playfully wiped my bottom lip.

  I watched him press a button and call into the intercom.

  “Please make a detour back to the hotel. Miss Loveheart left her purse.”

  I looked down at my black sparkly clutch and back at him and I smiled because I knew what was coming next.

  Moments later, I was free of my dress, on my back, and our lips couldn’t get enough of each other. We were so hot in need for each other. His hot tongue trailed along my body and made a beeline for my bareness.

  My eyes rolled back as his hands cupped my ass and my knees naturally bent. He sucked, and swirled and tugged and lapped and licked with a fierceness, with an eagerness over my swollen wet folds. I was so sensitive and at the slightest touch of his tongue, my body responded in orgasmic waves. Just as I was about to come to the highest I could, he flipped me over and sat me straight on top of him, as he sat at the end of the bed. My back glided against his hard rock abs, as he spread my legs as his hard dick slid deep and smoothly within me. Oh it went deep and hit that spot!

  “Ahhh!” I cried out as his hands gripped my sides and lifted me high and hard.

  “Oh yeah, baby. You like that? Well, from now on…I’m in charge.”

  I cried out as he lifted me harder, faster, and drove deeper than I had ever been fucked in my life. My sighs were loud and my voice vibrated with the lifts. This was all happening so fast and felt so intense. The loud smacking of my body against his own echoed in the room. The way my
legs were spread, caused my lips to be exposed and I throbbed in crazed desire. I nearly came with my juicy folds vibrating from the pulses!

  But then his finger wrapped around in front of me and went right to my swollen spot. He fucked me hard as he glided and rubbed along my slickness until I exploded and fell back against his chest as his strong arms lifted and drove me harder and harder. I didn’t even think it was possible but I came in one escalating wave again and again. He didn’t release his finger as he continued to twirl and rub my sensitive exploding clit. He fucked me so hard I would have flown forward had he not held me so tight. But it felt so good. Exhausted, I cried out as his final grunt signaled his own destination.

  At his sudden release, I nearly collapsed on the floor but he caught me from falling forward.

  “Ah, you don’t want to mess up your hair, dear.” He kissed my nose and turned sideways as he stood to dress himself.

  That was the hottest, most intense sex I had ever had in my life. Caught up in the pheromones and the buzz of my champagne, I soon realized I was naked in front of a stranger—I know, oxymoron— and quickly dressed myself, at least back into my bra and panties. But I frowned at the dampness in the lacy thong.

  “Ah, check on that top drawer over there. I had another pair put in there just in case.”

  Just in case, huh?

  I strutted towards the drawer and bent over as I placed the thong back on my hips, enjoying the flirtatious behavior of mine, letting him clearly see all of me. I heard him clear his throat.

  “Teasing me like that, and well, I might have to just take you right now again and spank that little ass of yours into submission.”

  “What’s stopping you?” I twirled back around.

  “I have a speech that I’m late for. I’m tonight’s keynote speaker.”

  “Oh…well, did I pass?” I said with enthusiasm and my best southern bell/Miss USA pageant contestant demeanor.

  “Come again?”

  “The trial run.”