by Bella Grant
I felt like the ground was slipping away from me. He wanted to marry me? Without even getting to know me? I looked at the necklaces again.
“So what’s with Olivia’s?” I asked, pointing at the necklace that was a perfect copy of his mother’s.
“Apparently, she knew our family tradition, and when she got it into her head that we would get married, she had a duplicate made. I guess it was her way of making people believe we were together. I couldn’t get her to take it off, and frankly I didn’t care what she did until today when she overstepped her boundaries.”
“So were you two ever engaged?” I asked.
“No. We dated briefly. She cheated on me, and we both moved on. I would never marry someone like her.”
His deep brown eyes told me he was telling the truth. I picked up the necklace. This did not make sense. A few minutes ago, we were just taking a trip together, nothing serious, but now he was proposing to me? Or not. I was totally confused.
“Is this really worth a million?” I asked.
He shook his head. “A little more.”
“How much more?” I asked.
“Try adding a couple of zeros at the end of the million,” he grinned.
I nodded as I handed him the necklace. We were standing so close to each other. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his lips, but to my disappointment, he simply touched my lips, causing me to open my eyes.
“Come with me,” he said as he led me to the couch. I wanted to kick myself for being so gullible. “Your toe,” he said. “How does it feel?”
I had forgotten my toe hurt, and the adrenaline rush from the past few minutes had certainly numbed the pain. “I’m fine.”
“Good, because I have to show you around the plane,” he said, getting up and holding my hands. “Come with me?”
I had also forgotten we were in a plane, scheduled to depart soon. As we passed the stairs, his pilot asked if he could get ready for departure.
“Yes, please,” he said without stopping. I hobbled up the stairs, one at a time until we were upstairs in a bedroom.
“Wow,” I said. The bedroom looked like a hotel room, a nice hotel room in a five-star hotel. “I didn’t know planes had bedrooms.”
“Well, where else am I going to show you how much I care about you?”
I swallowed hard at his implication, and butterflies circled my stomach. I needed a distraction. “What about Olivia?”
“She’s history. She knows never to come near you unless you want her to,” he said as we moved to the edge of the bed.
“Amy? Does she know where I am?” I asked.
“Yes, she knows you’re here with me, right now.” He had pulled so dangerously close to me, I could feel his heartbeat against mine. “Except we’ll let her guess what we’re doing.”
“And what are we doing?” I asked, grinning.
“Patience, my love,” he said. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”
“Yes, but I’m guessing you won’t tell me.”
“You’ll have to wait.”
“It’s not fair,” I said.
“Maybe not, but you made me wait for days for a first date. More like you made me trick you to get a date out of you,” he exclaimed.
“Did you expect me to jump into bed with you just because you came in for a cup of coffee?” I giggled.
“No, but I was hoping you’d be a lot nicer to me than you were. This is payback time,” he said as he pushed me onto the bed.
I could hear the engine of the plane roaring as the pilot prepared the plane for departure. Nick fell into bed with me, pinning me on it.
“We’re about to leave,” I said, trying to wiggle out from under him and giggling.
“Yes, I noticed,” he said as he held me down. His lips descended on mine.
I kissed him intensely, as if I was afraid he might disappear if I stopped. Soon the plane started moving and jerking us around.
“I think we need to strap in for departure,” he said as he pulled me up from the bed. We walked to a set of seats next to the bed, sat down, and buckled our seatbelts just as the pilot announced for everyone to take their seats and fasten their seatbelts.
I looked at Nick and could see a smile curving his face. This was unreal. How did we go from fighting in a coffee shop to feeling so in love in a short span of time? The thought of love made me pause and take a second look at him. I loved Nick. I had a lot to learn about him, but I loved him. I reached out to stroke his face and pulled him closer to me so I could plant another kiss on his face. He put my hands on his groin and let me touch him.
“That’s what you do to me,” he giggled as I squeezed his hard cock.
“Pity we’re strapped in these chairs. I could help you out,” I teased.
“Oh trust me, I’ll make you keep your word,” he said, kissing me again.
The plane started ascending and soon it was stable enough to remove our seatbelts.
“Now, what was that you promised me?” Nick asked as he pulled me out of my chair and we headed back to the bed.
“What do you want?” I asked innocently.
“More than anything in the whole world?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. He made me sit on the edge of the bed and pulled out the necklace. “You really do want me to have this necklace?”
“More than anything in the world,” he said as he got on one knee.
At first, I was confused by what he was doing; then it dawned on me that he was making a commitment to me.
“Sara, I’ve loved you since I met you in the coffee shop. Would you please be my woman?” he asked, holding the necklace in anticipation of placing it around my neck.
I looked at him, joy filling me. “Depends on if the necklace goes with my complexion.”
“Let’s see,” he said as he unclasped the necklace and placed it around my neck. I touched it and smiled. “Looks perfect.”
“I think it works for me,” I teased as I touched my neck.
“Yes!” Nick said. “Is that a yes?”
“Well, you hold me captive in your private jet, present me with a family heirloom, you love me, I love you…so…”
Nick didn’t wait to hear the last of my sentence; he jumped on me and we landed flat on the bed again. “Thank you, Sara. I’ll never disappoint you,” he said, kissing me.
“I plan not to either,” I said, grinning. “Now, tell me where we’re going.”
“If you promise you’ll bear my children so we can pass that necklace on to them,” Nick said. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know about our destination.”
“Okay, I will have children with you, Nick Saunders. Lots of them,” I said, laughing. This was too good to be true. Was it all a dream?
“In that case, I’ll be truthful. I had no plans, really. I know the plane is supposed to have a flight map and all that, but we’re just circling the sky. The pilot is waiting for you to confirm our destination.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You have no plans? So what did you text to Amy?”
“I told her I was going to ask you to officially be my woman today.”
“You’re crazy,” I said, giggling, “but I like that.”
“I’m in love,” Nick said. “That allows me to be as crazy as I want.”
“So, you will go anywhere in the world I want to go to?”
“Yes, my love. Anywhere.”
“Fiji Islands?” I said. “I’ve always dreamed of going to Fiji.”
“Is that what you want?” Nick asked. I nodded. He picked up a telephone next to the bed and pushed a number. “Fiji. Please inform the staff at the villa that I have Sara with me,” he said into the phone and hung up.
“Your staff in Fiji know I exist?”
“Everyone that is important is aware that my future bride might be on this plane with me today and they are ready to serve you.”
“And I’m guessing you own a villa in Fiji?” I asked.
“A little more t
han a villa. More like a part of the island.”
“Okay, this is crazy, but I’m so happy.”
“You know what would make me happy?” he asked, pinning me down again.
“Should I take a wild guess?”
“Please do.”
“Fucking you?” I said shyly.
“I love it when you talk so vulgar,” Nick said. “Yes, fucking me would help. You did make me a promise to take care of me.”
“I did, and I always keep my word. Now, please take off your pants,” I said, smiling as I tugged at his pants, which were straining from his hard on. He didn’t need to be asked twice; we quickly tore our clothing off until we were both naked.
“You know, I should have made you mine years ago. We have a lot of years of catching up to do,” he said as he pulled me in for a long kiss.
I smiled as I kissed him back, his cock digging into my hip, my pussy wet and ready.
“Well, now you can make me yours,” I teased.
“Oh, trust me. I intend to take every part of you,” Nick giggled as he pulled me closer; instead of his lips touching mine, he went lower, leaving butterfly kisses on my neck. He had pinned me down, but I intended to reverse that as I struggled playfully under him until I was on top of him and he was lying on his back.
“That’s great, but my turn,” I said as I smiled at him and kissed him so briefly before starting a trail of kisses from his neck down toward his belly button. I could feel him shiver slightly and moan as my mouth dangerously approached his cock. I had never done this before, thus his excitement assured me I was doing it right. I cradled him in my hand, and his moans got even louder as I played with him.
“Sara. Please.” His voice was hoarse.
“Please what?” I teased.
“Please,” he moaned.
I ignored the moan, enjoying the feeling of power I had over Mr. Rich at that moment, but his moans got louder and he started massaging my head and gently pushing me down so my lips were close to his hardness. I smiled and ended his misery by taking him into my mouth. I wasn’t prepared for his wide, warm, and hard cock, but as I got more comfortable with the feel of him, I relaxed and started sucking and licking up and down his shaft. He grunted and moaned with every touch of my lips and hands, and I grew bolder with each moan, sucking him faster, licking him harder, and massaging his girth so hard and fast I knew it was only a matter of time before he came.
“Sara,” he murmured. “You’re so good.”
I lifted my head from his hardness and looked at him, but in that moment, he got up and flipped us so he was on top.
“Not fair,” I giggled as I wiggled underneath him. “My turn.”
We playfully struggled for a few moments, and I managed to get on top again. I straddled him until his hardness was in the right spot and his hands supported my waist.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he helped me position myself on him. I slowly lowered my body until my pussy engulfed his hardness. I started slow and steady, supporting myself by holding his shoulders as I took his hardness in one inch at a time, allowing my body to adjust to his fullness, and soon I had his whole length in me. I moaned once his hard cock was inside me. He held me up as I started riding him steadily up and down. He pulled me down so that our lips touched, his kiss fierce.
I continued riding him, kissing him, and holding him tight as he guided me on his cock. I moaned even louder than he did as I began to feel an orgasm bubble in me. His grunts deepened and quickened; he was near the finish as well.
“Nick,” I whispered as the first wave of orgasm hit me.
“Yes, love,” Nick grunted as he pushed faster into me. I knew he was just a few seconds away from coming.
Then the waves started coming in succession and building in intensity. I curled up my feet as warmth burst inside of me as the final wave of orgasm hit me. “I love you.”
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” Nick said just as he spewed his warm cum into me.
Our romance had been short and fierce and we had fallen so quickly in love, it was scary. I had always thought I would date forever before I committed to one man, but I’ve always known that it’s not the length of the dating that mattered but the quality of the relationship.
Nick and I were starting strong, and there was so much more about each other that we needed to learn. I was confident we would grow as a couple, and as the days passed, our relationship would strengthen. I touched the necklace that now lay on my neck and smiled. I imagined the next time I read the inscription, Sara would be inscribed next to the other women who had stolen the hearts of Saunders’ men before Nick. My life was complete.
*** THE END ***
HEAL ME
(A Billionaire BAD BOY Romance)
By
Bella Grant
Copyright (c) 2016. All Rights Reserved
BILL
I’d been sitting in this damn office for an hour. I thought therapists were supposed to be, you know, considerate of feelings and all that shit. Why had I been waiting so long, then, huh? I was so bored that I was reading a magazine article. Some dumb-fuck was talking about how his money got him everything he ever dreamed of, and Now you can, too! For just ninety-nine million dollars!
Saying you got everything you wanted in life was a load of shit. I would know, because I have money. Lots of it. I’ll let you in on a secret about wealth: when you have money, you’re gonna spend it just because you can. I’ve spent my fair share of days overseas, lounging in the nude with two hookers I had hired the night before. I’ve snorted cocaine off hookers, yes. I once traveled on a yacht, and I paid for it out-of-pocket just because I could. I’ve done so many things that are cliché, things normal people would only dream of, if they even knew those things existed. But. But. Let me tell you one thing I never got in life.
I’ve never had a woman who gave a shit about me. Not even my mother, though she was the one who finally convinced me to be here. Yeah, they like my money—and, hell, I’d even say that I’m easy on the eyes. I stand about five-foot-nine, not terribly short but certainly not tall. My hair is salt and pepper. My eyes, bright green, distract people from the gray in my hair. I like to think of myself as a ‘refined gentleman,’ which basically means I’m pretty old. Over forty-five.
That’s why you couldn’t stop him from grabbing you by the neck, I thought. Nonsense. He was a coward. Came at you from behind, Bill. What could you really do but give in? I thought to myself, accustomed to my crazy internal dialogue.
“Being robbed can impact ya more than ya think,” my mom had said. “I read it in this self-help book.” Her voice was rattling and weak. She was smoking too much again. “Ya gotta see someone, Billy,” she had urged.
I told myself that her begging voice had convinced me to seek help. But truly, I knew when to throw in the towel. During any business negotiations, the point at which I’d lost and they’d won was always clear to me. Sadly, as much as I fucking hated it, I had lost. That night had robbed me of more than just my money. It robbed me of a piece of my manhood that I couldn’t seem to grab back. Every damn business deal since then had been a crock of shit. I lost my cool because I lost my confidence.
And the nightmares. Those nightmares. I pictured it every night: walking back to my hotel from the financial district. I’d rented a room to get away from my fiancée—whom I was not cheating on, as much as she accused me of it. The mugger had grabbed me by the throat from behind. He was tall and bigger than me, and I am no shrimp. I’ve been muscular my entire life, but especially so since I’d been hitting the gym a lot recently. I wanted to avoid the weight gain that hits most people in their forties.
He had squeezed. “Here’s the deal. I have a gun, and you have a wallet. You go to the ATM, and the gun won’t go off. You fuck with me, and you’ll be poor and dead. Hear that, you son of a bitch?” he’d rasped into my ear.
Even through my fear, I had felt a spike of anger rush over me. Who the hell did this guy think
he was? Didn’t he know ‘Billy the Billionaire,’ a self-made man from a lower-middle class family in Yonkers? Didn’t he know that I packed the punches in life, and people like him cleaned my damn shoes—for a very good price, of course, because I value labor. I respect hard work and the people who’ve earned their money. I had no respect for him, even in that moment.
But I had respect for my beating heart and my life. And, God, I admit it: I was scared shitless. I wanted to live. My life ran through my head, and all that jazz. The thought of not having it changed me in many ways. But this change was, by far, overshadowed by the knowledge that at any moment, another stranger could come out of the shadows and take it all away from me.
Back to the robbery, though. I’ve never seen so many people out on the street in my life. Yeah, it was nighttime, but it didn’t explain their sheer ignorance. None of them paid much attention to the situation. Some averted their eyes, and some stared. I had heard of the bystander effect in one of my undergraduate classes, but I never actually thought it existed. Unfortunately for me, I had to find out the hard way. It indeed existed, all the way to the ATM one block north.
He had put the gun to my head as I unloaded my money. When the machine wouldn’t dispense any more money—because there was no more—he was as confused as he was excited.
“That means you got more, don’t it?” he asked. I could tell from his voice that he must have been in his mid-twenties.
He lowered the gun as if in awe. I took this as my chance. As it turns out, the gun wasn’t loaded. It was all for show. Lucky for me, all he could do was use the gun to beat me over the head again and again. He turned me over, and by that point, I was nearly unconscious. He kept beating me until someone finally called the police.
In court, he told them that the rage and fury he had vented upon me was frustration—frustration from being homeless, from losing his job. I was the face of everything he had ever hated. I didn’t feel an ounce of pity for the man, and only regretted that they couldn’t put him away for longer. As his handcuffs shook, he looked at me, his eyes cold and empty. His was the face that could have been my demise. A face I haven’t been able to get out of my head since. Which is why I had finally made the appointment to see the therapist.
