The Billionaire and the Assistant: Eli's story (The Billionaires Book 3)

by Gisele St. Claire

  Something else you don’t know about him. My inner voice chimed up. You have no idea of his sexual preferences.

  When I looked at Eli, his eyes were closed as he waited in anticipation of my next move. I was glad that he’d missed the doubt that had most likely just flashed across my features. I knew a lot about him through being his Assistant - his date of birth etc, factual stuff. But I didn’t know his favorite color, his tastes in music, what he watched on TV.

  One of Eli’s eyes opened.

  I didn’t want him to know my thoughts, so I winked.

  “Just teasing you husband. Close that eye again.”

  He sighed and shuffled into the covers more comfortably, getting relaxed.

  I fixed my hand around the base of his cock and felt that velvety skin as I fisted his length within my grasp. He was enormous and yet he was perfect for me. My body accepted him without hesitation.

  I loved him.

  I knew I did. I didn’t need to know his favorite fucking color to know I loved him.

  Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the top of his glans. Groans emitted from Eli’s mouth let me know he was already enjoying the experience. I sucked on him, loving how he filled my mouth up so much that I felt the stretch in my lips and jaw. Drool ran down from my mouth onto his cock and I used it to help rub my hand up and down his girth as I sucked on him harder and harder. My movements became firmer, my head bobbing up and down as I worked him. I allowed my fingers to wander and stroke his balls. It must have been sensitive because Eli arched up pushing his dick further down my throat. I relaxed the back of my throat to encompass his vast inches. As Eli began to give me the telltale signs that he was about to come I feasted on his dick, feeling like my jaw was breaking. His climax broke as a loud groan left his mouth and he shuddered, hot spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed every last drop, licking around my mouth as Eli’s hooded gaze met my satisfied and smug appearance.

  “Ten out of ten on your oral exam, Mrs. King.” Eli said lazily.

  Unfastening the belt, I left the bed to go to freshen up in the bathroom.

  “Order a selection of food, husband, I’ve worked up quite an appetite.” I instructed him.

  While we tucked into a selection of food laid out on the dining table of our suite, the weirdness of our new situation began to show. I only ever sat at the other side of a desk from Eli taking direction and passing on messages, or took notes at business dinners. Yes, we’d done the text to each other each night to confirm we were home safe, but usually our relationship was strictly confined to work.

  “I think we have some decisions to make.” I told Eli.

  “Yes, I agree. Do we do a show, visit the aquarium, hit the rollercoaster, take the helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon? I’ll let you decide.”

  “You know that’s not what I mean.”

  “So, shoot.” He said. “Let’s make some.”

  “Where are we going to live?” I asked him. “My tiny apartment in Brooklyn, your extremely large mansion, or a brand new place?”

  “I’ll be wherever you are. I don’t give a crap where we live, so you choose.”

  “So, if I say that I’ll move into yours for now, but if I don’t settle there we can look for some place else? Does that sound okay?”

  “Sounds great.”

  “And we’ll keep mine as a place to meet up on secret rendezvous.”

  Yeah, keep it in case the marriage fails miserably. God there was that annoying voice of doubt again.

  “Okay, so what about work? How does the affect our working relationship?”

  Eli put down his glass of juice. “Ah, well I’d really like it if you stayed as my assistant, although I have a feeling we’ll not get as much work done as we used to.” He smiled, and I laughed. “If it gets strange because of our personal relationship then we discuss whether you become more involved in the business, maybe become a partner, or stay home and live a life of leisure. You can be a bed keeper-warmer.” He winked.

  Again reality hit hard. I was the wife of a billionaire. Never again would I wear a thick sweater because I couldn’t afford to have the heating on that night. Everything was going to change. I could already imagine people looking down their nose at the fact that the little assistant was now the billionaire’s wife.

  “What’s that expression all about, baby?” Eli leaned over and stroked my cheek.

  “I was just wondering how news of our marriage will be received by people like your business associates. Will I have to dress in Chanel 24-7 now to keep up appearances?”

  “We will be ourselves.” Said Eli, “and people will accept us or they can show themselves out.”

  “We’re not going to be the same people though, Eli.” I insisted. “I’m now your wife. What if we’ve had an argument the night before and then you try to ask me to type you a letter and I tell you to go screw yourself?”

  “Then I’ll back off and buy you some flowers. Speaking of which. I got you some the other night at dinner, but we left so fast I didn’t get a chance to give them to you. So I have lots of flowers to buy you and it won’t always be when we’ve been arguing. Sometimes it’ll be because I love you.”

  Eli jolted as he said that. Like the thought hadn’t occurred to him before.

  “Well, I should hope we love each other, husband.” I reassured him. “Otherwise we really were premature getting hitched.”

  He picked up a bottle of champagne that the hotel had sent to our suite and filled us a glass for both of us.

  “To my darling wife, I love you.” He said to me.

  “And to my gorgeous husband. I love you too.” I told him.

  Then breakfast was abandoned and the bed sheets strewn around once more.

  Later that evening Eli ran us a hot bath in the roll top and I sat between his legs as he ran a soap filled sponge over my body. My thighs ached with satisfaction and the heat of the water soothed me. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I needed sleep once again.

  “So, it’s hard for me to drag myself out of here but I never did Vegas before.” I told him. “So tomorrow could we be tourists and tomorrow evening could we hit the casino?”

  “I hope you aren’t going to gamble away my billions, wife?”

  I laughed. “Well, maybe a couple of them?”

  He pretended he was going to dunk me under the bathwater and I squealed. Then he pulled me back close to him and kissed my throat.

  “Money’s nothing compared to you.” He told me.

  And I realized then that all we really had to lose were our hearts that had been bound together.

  Gambling was seriously addictive, but Eli was even more so. Seeing him with his guard down, being himself, was an aphrodisiac without the oysters and champagne we’d been enjoying at the Bellagio.

  We celebrated Christmas by eating at Top of the World at the Stratosphere Hotel and followed it watching people jump off the tower on SkyJump. We’d not been able to buy gifts as we’d spent every available moment together, but we didn’t care because we were our present to each other. I could always but him something once we returned home.

  Home. I’d imagined my apartment, but that wasn’t home now. Eli’s house was. I needed to see what to move from my old home to my new one.

  We’d turned our cell phones back on at Christmas Eve and let friends and family know we were okay but away. Haley was desperate to know what we were up to but I’d just giggled and said I’d tell her in due course. It was fun having a secret. We invited everyone around for New Year’s, figuring we’d make our announcement then. Eli was sent a flurry of texts from his friend Aidan who wanted to know what was happening and I could see Eli reveled in teasing him.

  All too soon we were flying back home. We didn’t arrive back until the early hours of the 29th, so the plan was to go straight to bed, sleep for a few hours and then get up and head straight to the office where we could catch up on business. After that I
’d pop to my apartment and begin to organize packing.

  Eli insisted on carrying me over the threshold, then placed me tenderly down in the hallway.

  “Welcome home, Mrs. King.”

  We freshened up and climbed into bed. We were both too tired to do anything else and fell asleep quickly, waking when the bell started to ring over and over again.

  “Christ, where’s the fire?” Eli jumped out of bed, slipping a robe on.

  While he went out of the room, I hurriedly washed in the bathroom and got dressed, then I headed downstairs.

  I followed the sound of both Eli’s and a familiar female voice towards the kitchen where Eli was throwing questions around.

  “Good morning, Brianna.” I said to the slim and striking blonde now standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

  “I’m guessing you’re Alex, I recognize the voice.” Brianna looked down her nose at me. “Well, your business meeting is over now. Could you go cancel all his meetings for today now I’m here?” She tapped a finger against her lips. “Actually before you do that could you make us my father and me a drink and maybe send out for some food? You might as well be helpful while you’re still here.”

  She looked at her father.

  “So, go put on some clothes, Daddy. Alex might be prepared to discuss business while you’re not dressed, but I need you in clothes. Gross.” She turned to me. “Why are you still standing there, assistant? Go assist.”

  “Things have changed a little since you were last here, Brianna.” I smiled at her sweetly. “So, I think you’ll find that I’m now your father’s new wife.” I held up my hand to show her my wedding ring. “I’ll arrange for a spare room for you if you’re wanting to stay over for a few days as I’m sure your father would be delighted to spend time with you. Now, as your stepmother…” I delighted in saying those words and watching that jaw drop and Brianna’s eyes open so wide I was surprised her eyeballs didn’t bounce on the limestone floor. “I suggest you make your own damn coffee and something to eat. You might be a little princess with your mom and I know your father largely lets you get away with your appalling juvenile behavior, but that doesn’t work for me. So you’re welcome to stay, but if you do, you’ll be pulling your weight and acting like the grown woman you are. Time to make a choice. Are you staying or leaving? Either works for me.”

  I didn’t know where the rage had come from. Actually scrap that, I did. It came from time after time of being treated like the crap on Brianna’s Jimmy Choos. Well, I was no longer the assistant she could tread on. She now wanted to be a guest in my house and if Eli dared to challenge me in front of her and appease her, then I wouldn’t be packing my belongings up this evening after all.

  “Are you going to allow her to talk to me like this, Daddy?” Brianna looked pathetic. A grown twenty-four-year old woman stood pouting like a three-year-old refused a new toy.

  Eli looked from one of us to the other. I knew this couldn’t be easy for him, but his life was different now and he had new choices to make.

  “Like what, Brianna? She’s just agreed that you can stay at ours and she’ll get you a room ready. She’s right, it would be nice to spend time with you. Let’s make an effort to make it a good visit, shall we? Now I’ll make the coffee and send out for brunch this morning, but after that, unless me or your stepmom have made other arrangements, you’ll have to sort your own food and drink out. Oh, and I won’t be paying off your credit and store cards any more so don’t think of having a revenge shopping spree or charging all your food to cards.”

  “Have you been talking with my mother?” Brianna challenged. “What is all this? Get your own place, Brianna? Pay for your own food, Brianna. You’ll have me cleaning next.”

  “No, there are staff for that.” I reminded her. “Staff that you will be polite and respectful to at all times, because if they walk out because of your attitude and behavior you will be doing chores. Briannaella, has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?”

  “Well, I certainly have an evil stepmother,” she spat back. “When did you two get married, anyway? Thanks for the invite, Dad.”

  “December 18th. We eloped. No one was there, not even Elvis.” Eli smirked. “We’re holding a celebration on New Year’s Eve for everyone and of course you’ll be invited to that.”

  “Is this because mom’s getting married?” Brianna added. “Is it to show her that you don’t care?”

  “Don’t be stupid. Me and your mom were over a long time ago. I don’t care who she marries and I’m sure she won’t care that I have.”

  “That’s not the case, actually.” Brianna beamed. “She’s always regretted how she treated you. I don’t think she’d marry Roger if you gave her another chance.”

  My eyes clouded, and she saw it, an extra glint flashed in her own and her smile got that little bit wider.

  “This conversation is a non-starter. I’m happily married to Alex, thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go to get dressed so that you don’t have to be disgusted by your own father.”

  He stormed out of the room. Brianna leaned back against the countertop.

  “Defensive isn’t he, for someone who doesn’t care?” She smirked. “Only four weeks and we’ll be at my mom’s wedding. The question is who will she be marrying? I wonder how long it would take to have your marriage annulled?”

  I stared her down. “I pity you, Brianna. You’re going to end up lonely and eaten up by your own bitterness. You have the world at your feet and you can’t even appreciate it. Bring it on dear stepdaughter. Like you said earlier, I’m the wicked stepmother, so see how far you get and what the repercussions are.”

  “So are you going to show me up to my room?” Brianna asked. We began to walk up the stairs to the landing and then I hesitated. “Oh my God, you don’t even know where the guest rooms are, do you? What on earth was my father doing? Have you blackmailed him or something?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I’ll find my own room and I’ll let you know if anything needs freshening up, stepmother dearest.” With that she flounced off to her room, and I stood there rubbing the back of my neck, wishing I could jump back on a plane to Vegas.

  Chapter 7

  Eli

  My daughter’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Alex and I hadn’t spent a full day in our marital home before her arrival. The showdown in the kitchen from Brianna wasn’t unexpected, but I’d loved that Alex had shown her that she wouldn’t be a pushover. Once my daughter realized someone was a soft target, she never let up.

  Yet, Brianna was my daughter, and I loved her. Every time I saw her I looked for a way in, a way I could get her away from thinking everything was about money and what you could get out of people. And I failed. As a parent I’d failed my daughter. Because truth be told sometimes in the end, I gave her money so she went back to her mother because she was high maintenance and after a while I couldn’t deal. It was easier to give in. Now Alex was here, it appeared Brianna wasn’t going to get her way so easily. Thoughts of my feisty wife made my dick hard, but we needed to make a move to the office not the bedroom. I had to hope while we were out, Brianna didn’t pawn my Rolex collection.

  Our honeymoon period had ended abruptly and there was a subdued air as we traveled to work in my car. As we walked into the office, Alex turned to me and giggled which lightened the mood a little.

  “This is so weird. Don’t you be taking advantage of your assistant, you hear me?”

  I pulled her into my office and locked the door behind me. Not that we were expecting anyone today. I closed the office down between Christmas and New Year, letting my staff have bonus days off for the hard work they carried out the rest of the year. It worked, my staff were loyal and extremely hard working. I guess they knew if they weren’t, there were plenty more coveting a job at King’s Enterprises. It was then I realized that Alex would also usually be off at this time.

  “Shit. Your family, Alex. Don’t you usually visit them this
time of year?”

  “You want to talk about my family now? When you just pulled me in here hopefully to take advantage of me over your desk.”

  “Me? Take advantage of you? Hell, no, wife. I want that feisty woman I saw in my house here bossing me around.”

  “Is that so? Well, Mr. King. In that case, sit in your chair, right now.” She clicked her fingers at me and pointed at the chair.

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Well, honey, I’ll just go right on back to my own desk and catch up on emails and then see if you accidentally click on the intercom while you’re jerking yourself off and screaming my name.”

  I froze.

  “Your face.” She howled with laughter. “Yes, Mr. King. I wasn’t totally sure it was me you were calling for until I heard you do it again on our honeymoon.”

  “I pressed the intercom?”

  “Aha.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, that’s what you said then, ‘fuck, Alex’,” she mimicked my voice.

  “I know I should be mortified but instead I’m turned the fuck on.”

  “Is that right? Well then, I feel a little role play is in order. I want you to drop those pants and boxers and start jerking yourself off. I’m going to sit in the other room listening to you.”

  “And will you come in and take over?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll find out, won’t you? I’ll be back shortly. Get to it, Mr. King.”

  My door swung shut behind her and I sat in my chair. This time I didn’t need a porn movie to help me along. I just thought of my wife’s hot pussy and my filling her with my cock. I grasped my length and began to moan, making it a little louder for the intercom which I’d switched on just before I removed my lower body’s clothing.

  This time a voice commanded from the other side of the intercom. “Imagine you’re in my mouth, honey. Can you feel that warmth? Feel the roof of my mouth against the top of your cock, my throat relaxing to fit you all in? Rub that pre-cum and imagine it’s the drool from my mouth, salivating over your dick. That I’m running my tongue around your glans, then sucking you back inside, enjoying the slide of that velvety skin, my teeth ever-so-slightly brushing against you.