Romance: One Night With A Billionaire

by McAdams, Amy

  She spun round on Owen’s chair, “It was a spare of the moment thing. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

  She waved her hand in the air in dismissal, “I was hormonal, Owen, and this morning I realized I’d made a mistake.”

  Owen turned his back to her and hung his jacket on his coat stand in the corner of his vast office.

  Turning to look at her, Owen saw her in a whole new light.

  It was as if someone had sliced away some form of cataracts from the front of his eyes.

  Priscilla continued to spin round in his chair. Dressed in a purple juicy couture tracksuit, she reminded him of the spoilt little girl in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory who wanted a golden goose.

  “I think it's better that we stay as we are now,” Owen said. “We hadn’t been getting along of late and you wanted more than I could give.”

  Owen’s voice trailed away as he realized that he’d delivered the biggest cliché known to man.”

  Priscilla pouted, “You don’t mean that. You love me. You told me you loved me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else.”

  Owen had forgotten that he’d said that and he didn’t want to hurt Priscilla’s feelings by commenting and saying that when he had said that he’d been in the throes of post-coital bliss and they’d just had the best sex he’d had in a long time.

  “I know but it just isn’t working out and you were so unhappy. We need to end it now before one of us gets really hurt,” he smiled.

  Priscilla stopped spinning the chair and jumped up. Striding over to him like a purposeful gazelle, she placed her hands on his chest and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

  “You know it makes sense for us to stay together, Owen. We belong together.” She traced her finger across his cheek and he could see she was putting on her most innocent of looks and making the most of her baby blue eyes. Her hand moved down his chest and towards his crotch. “You know you want me,” she whispered as her fingers caressed the outline of his cock through his pants in a bid to get him aroused.

  Gently he removed her hand and gently pushed her away before walking over to his desk and sitting down.

  “I have a meeting in ten minutes and this isn't very helpful,” he told her, trying his best to be as gentle as possible.

  “I’ll go. I’ll go back to your apartment and make you something to eat and then we can spend the rest of the evening chilling. I’ll even suck your cock until you come in a bid to make it up to you.”

  “No. Don’t,” the words flew out of Owen’s mouth louder and snappier than he’d intended. “Priscilla, leave it. I don’t want you to make me food, I don’t want you to suck my cock and I don’t want you in my apartment again. It's over and there isn’t much point in us discussing it any further.”

  Priscilla’s eyes narrowed, “Have you met someone else?”

  Then as quickly as she said it, she started laughing, “See you’re making me paranoid already; that’s how much I love you.”

  Owen grabbed his briefcase off the floor and started to dramatically put papers into it in a mock attempt to look like he was preparing for what actually was a non-existent meeting.

  “I have to go. Shut the door on your way out and before you go leave the key you have to my appointment on my desk.”

  “Give you your door key?” Priscilla looked at him incredulously. “You have got to be joking.”

  “No. I’m not.”

  Owen stood up and shut his briefcase, “In fact, just leave it either on my desk or with Glenda.”

  Before she could protest any further, Owen picked up his briefcase and walked out of his office.

  Striding down the office corridor, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and into his mind an image of the girl from the coffee shop.

  Then he realized that he’d agreed to go on a date and he didn’t even know her name.

  Chapter 9

  Later that day, Bella was sat in Julia’s kitchen as Julia pinned her hair into some style that was going to, in Julia’s words, make Bella look classy, horny and totally fuckable.

  “So, you’ve managed part one of your promise. All we need now is for you to complete part two and let him fuck your brains out.”

  “And what if he doesn’t actually WANT to fuck my brains out?” Bella asked.

  “By the time I’ve given you a makeover, trust me, he will. He will take one look at you and he’ll think, ‘oh my, I want her bouncing on my cock while I put my finger in her ass’.”

  Bella laughed, “You are disgusting do you know that?”

  Julia put a final hairgrip into Bella’s hair, “I know but its great. I love being dirty and it’s about time you were too. Live a little, go wild. Unleash the sexual beast that is inside you.”

  Bella turned to her. “Have you finished?”

  Julia cocked her head to one side, “You look hot. Now let's get started on your makeup, then your nails and then you can go and prepare your privates for a banging.”

  Bella pushed her playfully, “Will you stop saying that? Seriously.”

  Julia pushed her back, “I’m teasing and hopefully in approximately five hours Mr. Ten-out-of-Ten will be teasing your clit with his tongue.”

  Julia expertly dodged Bella’s slap, “I’m joking. Right, come on, let's get your makeup on.”

  By 7.30pm Bella was all dressed and ready. Julia had insisted that she borrowed Julia’s lucky dress which was a black, tight-fitting Lycra affair that was a bit short for Bella’s liking.

  “Are you sure it’s not too short?” Bella asked as she pulled at the hem in a futile attempt to give the dress more length.

  Julia pushed her hands away. “No, leave it. You look great; if I was a lesbian, I would be fancying you right now.”

  Bella looked at her watch and her stomach nervously flipped. “Right, well I’d better get going.”

  Julia took her car keys off the coffee table, “Come on, I’ll take you.”

  ****

  Owen was the first to arrive at the bar ‘Base Jazz’.

  He pushed open the black tinted double doors that had a gold saxophone on them. As he walked inside, the strains of the jazz band could be heard as background music giving the bar a peaceful ambience that Owen found appealing.

  Walking over to the bar, Owen ordered a bottle of Bud and caught sight of his reflection in the bar mirror. He had to admit to himself that he looked pretty good.

  He had decided to wear a white shirt, pale blue denims and tan colored Rick Owen shoes. He’d wanted to look classy but casual at the same time and he had managed to pull the look off with aplomb.

  It had never entered Owens head before that he might be stood up, but for some reason that thought entered his head as he handed his change to the bartender and picked up his beer.

  Owen made his way over to the table that was situated right near the front window and watched people pass as he waited for his date to arrive.

  Of all nights for Julia’s car to give up the ghost, it had to be this one.

  Luckily Bella was only a few blocks away from the bar, but she was still going to be disastrously late. She’s started to run but had found that particularly difficult in her high heels plus she’d rather arrive late rather than with a sweat on and her makeup sliding.

  Finally, she reached the bar and pulling open the double doors she practically bumped into Owen, who had been on his way out, convinced that his gut instinct was right and she wasn’t going to show.

  Bella looked up at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry I’m late. My friend’s car broke down and I had to walk the rest of the way.”

  Her words came out in a babble and Owen smiled at her.

  “Hey, you’re here now. Come on sit down; let me get you a drink.”

  Bella let him steer her to the table near the window. His hand felt nice and strong in the base of her back.

  “I thought you’d stood me up, but I’m glad you didn’t and I’m really looking forward t
o tonight.”

  Bella found herself grinning at him, “So am I, and I’ll have a brandy and coke please, a slice of lemon, a dash of ice.”

  Bella was surprised how comfortable she was in Owens company.

  Of course, she was suitably impressed to find out that he ran a billion-dollar social networking company but even if he had worked in MacDonald’s, she would have been attracted to him. He had a nice air about him and her nerves had immediately disappeared as soon as they started talking.

  “So, how long have you been single?” Owen asked as he sipped his beer.

  He also couldn’t help but run an approving eye over Bella’s outfit.

  The dress was understated but somehow that made it more sexually appealing to him.

  He’d always been accustomed to Priscilla’s taste in clothes. Her motto was and had always been bling, as much bling as one outfit could stand.

  “Nearly seven months,” Bella replied, swirling the ice cubes around her glass. “You?”

  Owen looked at his watch. “About 24 hours.”

  He burst out laughing at the shock on Bella’s face.

  “Seriously?” Bella asked.

  Owen nodded. “Yeah, seriously. So if you had asked me out yesterday I would have had to decline, so I see this as fate. I believe in fate actually, do you?”

  Bella wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure. I’d like to think it's true and part of me does believe that everything happens for a reason.” She casually shrugged her shoulder. “I’m not really sure.”

  The more brandies that Bella consumed and the flirtier and charming Owen appeared, the more she started to wonder if Julia had been right.

  In fact, wasn’t she meant to deliver that second part of her promise?

  Twice she had found her eyes travelling to Owen’s crotch and finally he’d leant over the table and kissed her.

  A warm and tender kiss that sent tiny frissons of shocks all over her body.

  “You are so sexy,” he whispered in her ear as he moved round and sat on the chair right beside her.

  Bella looked at him and she saw the hunger in his eyes and fuelled with alcohol and a false confidence, she decided to be bold. She had nothing to lose and as Julia was always telling her, she needed to leave the past behind and start living her life and having fun.

  “What’s your sexual fantasy?” Bella asked, her voice husky with lust.

  “To have sex with a relative stranger in a hotel.”

  Bella smiled. “Well, I am a relative stranger.”

  Owen stroked her face, “You’re right. Yes, you are.”

  Chapter 10

  As they left the bar Owen suggested that they stayed at The Petal, which was one of New York’s finest and Bella wasn’t going to argue with that.

  On the way there she’d text Julia to let her know that she had kept the second part of the bargain and she could almost sense Julia’s excitement by her texts.

  Checking in, Owen took the key from the receptionist and led Bella up the winding staircase that was encased in a red carpet with brass rods.

  Walking along the corridor, Bella felt her stomach start to twist and turn.

  Had she really made the right decision?

  Suddenly, she felt like she was going to get cold feet but just at that very moment as the doubt crept in; Owen turned to her and pushed her against the lobby wall.

  His hands moved up her dress and caressed her thigh as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.

  Bella gasped and her head started to swim.

  She had never been kissed with such passion before and it totally blew her away.

  Owen took hold of her hand again and led her to their room.

  Bella noticed that his hands were trembling slightly as he turned the key in the door.

  Once inside, Bella’s breath was completely taken with the beauty of the room.

  She had never seen a hotel room like it.

  The bed was a four-post affair that was hung with heavy green velvet drapes.

  The window was huge and gave a complete view of New York’s skyline that was now lit up as darkness had descended.

  Turning to her, Owen pulled her to him and pressed against her so she could feel how hard his cock was and what an effect she was having on him.

  She put her arms around Owen’s neck and felt his hands move down her back.

  His fingers stroked her gently before he reached her suspenders.

  He slipped his hands beneath them and left his hands resting there for a moment before he pulled the straps back and let them slap back with a sting against Bella’s thighs.

  She pushed herself into him as he kissed her lips, gently at first before he suddenly took hold of her hair, pulling her head back, grazing his teeth roughly against her lips.

  His tongue darted into her mouth and she gasped as the stirring in her pussy reached a whole new height.

  Owen moved his mouth down her neck, his teeth sucking and nipping her.

  His fingers slid inside her knickers and he found her clit with ease.

  The decadence of being touched and teased by a relative stranger made Bella feel incredibly horny.

  Owen’s fingers entered her and his expertise brought her to climax within minutes.

  The orgasm came thick and fast, her juices gushing and splashing against her stockings and in turn soaking the front of Owens jeans.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly to him so she could feel the hardness of his cock.

  The desire for him to bend her over and fuck her hard from behind was almost too much for Bella to bear, but she had to repay him for the orgasm.

  Bella didn’t know where this horniness had come from, but that was the power of Owens charisma and the effect that his kisses and his fingers had on her.

  “Oh…” she moaned.

  Chapter 11

  The room was filled with passion.

  Bella was bursting with lust.

  Owen was consumed by desire.

  Unbuttoning Owen’s jeans, Bella’s fingers slid a little inside, enough for her to discover that Owen wasn’t wearing underwear.

  He was ready.

  Her fingers stroked over the smooth skin of his cock as she pulled it from the confines of the denim.

  She knelt down in front of him.

  His cock was just begging for attention, the tip glistening with pre-cum and she wasted no time sampling Owen’s juices.

  Taking him into her mouth she looked up at him and saw the pure urgency of horniness glide across his chiseled features.

  “Suck me, baby,” he murmured his eyes thick with lust.

  His hands reached down to Bella’s hair.

  Gripping it tightly, he pulled her mouth deep on his cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

  As her eyes started to water, she forced herself to relax and took him like the dirty slut he obviously wanted her to be.

  Bella could feel the gagging spit lubricating his cock and seeping out of the corners of her mouth and coating his balls with a nice thick film.

  She heard him groan and could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth from the energy of her enthusiastic sucking.

  Her hands roamed over his balls and she could feel them tighten, signaling his climax was imminent.

  Suddenly, he pulled her head back, retracting his cock from her mouth.

  He pulled her up, forcing her to stand.

  “That, Bella, is just what I have been wanting to do for a long time and this scenario is so horny I feel like I could cum right here and now but I want us to fuck first.”

  Bella felt like her insides were going to burst with passion as Owen led her over to the bed.

  Pushing her down, Owen pushed her legs open with his arms as he lay over her, teasing her pussy with the tip of his cock.

  Momentarily, Bella felt suddenly reticent.

  She had only ever felt Gerard’s cock inside her before.

  She was just glad that despite only sleeping with Gerard,
she had always enjoyed sucking his cock.

  It had always been like she had been a natural at it and right now she was proud that Owen had seemed to enjoy her hidden talent so much.

  As Owen pushed his cock inside her, Bella gasped, his whole being filled her to the hilt and she realized that she had been missing this much more than even she could have imagined.

  That night, Owen introduced Bella to sexual positions she had never thought were possible, her body contorted this way and that as he fucked her till she was almost at the point to beg him to stop.

  She didn’t, instead she let herself become unfurled and released herself to him.

  Finally, he came inside her, so hard and potently she could feel his orgasm fill her.

  Lying now on the bed with Owens soft snores resonating around the room, Bella touched her pussy that was aching and feeling red raw.

  She looked at the curve of Owen’s back that was highlighted by the moon shining into the room. Bella found herself stroking the contours and then she suddenly stopped.

  What was she doing?

  Tonight had been just a dare.

  As Julia had said, a rite of passage, and Bella didn’t feel ready to start getting attached to a guy who clearly thought it was ok to take someone to a hotel on the first night.

  Suddenly, Bella felt her cheeks flame with shame.

  Sitting up, she hugged her knees to her chest.

  What had she been thinking of?

  Slowly and so not to disturb him she slid out of the bed and tiptoed across the hotel room.

  Locating her clothes, she pulled them on quickly and grabbed her bag.

  Slipping on her shoes, Bella turned around and looked at Owen’s sleeping form and felt bad just disappearing.

  Quickly she grabbed a piece of paper out of her bag and a pen and wrote a note:

  It was lovely to meet you, Owen. Xxx

  Bella propped the note up against the hotels mandatory coffee facilities before slipping out of the hotel room, leaving the perfect man behind…