ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult)

by Aisha Brooks

  “What sort of novel are you working on?” asked Cynthia from behind the receptionist’s desk.

  “Err…I am still working things out. It deals with the subtleties, complexities, pains and discomforts of human beings,” he told her.

  “How do you expect to write about the discomforts and pains of human beings from within the most comfortable room we have,” asked Cynthia, wryly.

  Matthew froze for a moment, then regained his composure.

  “Fine, put me in the simplest room you have,” he said.

  “I will,” said Cynthia without looking up.

  “Will you?” asked Matthew with an eyebrow raised, with half a smile.

  “Yes, I will,” said Cynthia. She looked up from her desk, saw him looking at her with puppy eyes. For a second, Cynthia tried to glare at him, trying to be badass, but something in his expression weakened her. Both of them broke into a laughter together.

  Chapter 3: Room No. 209

  “Here you go,” said Cynthia, as she handed the keys of the room to Matt.

  “Thanks,” he said, still smiling.

  “Follow me,” she said.

  On the first floor of the hotel was a long corridor; on one side of it were all the rooms, and on the other was a fence and an open view overlooking a huge garden with a picket fence boundary. It was a favorite spot among the guests in these rooms, the beautiful and open view right outside their doors. Coming out of their rooms, they did not have to leave the hotel to enjoy the fresh air. Summer or winter, the beautiful weather greeted them at their doorsteps.

  Cynthia unlocked the door to room no. 209 and opened it wide.

  “Here you are,” she said, “enjoy your stay.”

  The room was simple indeed. Inside the room, on the left side of the door were the cupboards, and on the right side was the restroom. The room had a desk, two single beds placed together, and 2 sofas with a table in between them. On the other side of the room was a big window and the door to the balcony. The balcony overlooked another small garden with a picket fence boundary separating the hotel from the woods.

  Once Cynthia left, Matthew settled down. He took a hot shower, changed into comfortable and warm clothes, and made for the desk. He tried to write, pen on the paper, but couldn’t. Instead, he found himself thinking about Cynthia, the way he ran into her, the way their paths crossed and led them to the same destination, and the sheer bluntness with which she told him to go for a simple room instead of the luxurious one.

  Simplicity was something unbeknownst to Matthew. From girls to cars to mansions to hotel rooms, everything he ever had was anything but simple. And yet here he was, in a room that stood in stark contrast with every room he had ever stayed in. Simple.

  What Cynthia did not know was that Matt was no ordinary man. Matthew Wyss was the son of the second richest man in Switzerland, and the heir to a $4.7 billion business. Even though he was 40 years old, he was still considered the most eligible bachelor in Switzerland. He strove to stay out of the spotlight and kept it to a minimum. Had Cynthia known who he was, she would have been going out of her way to make sure he had everything he needed, had the best room in the hotel, and would have stationed a person outside his room 24/7 for the duration of his stay to see to his needs. But, she did not know, and Matt Wyss knew that she did not know.

  Cynthia’s new office was separate from the main hotel, about a minute’s walk away across the lavish garden. Later that evening she left her office and made her way to room 209 to present the specialty of the town, the local wine. Normally she would have had someone else do it, but since there were not many guests in the hotel, and also because she had to return his coat, she decided to present it to him herself.

  She knocked the door and took a step back. Matt opened the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. For a moment, Cynthia was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.

  “Oh, I thought you were…I will come back later,” she said.

  “It’s quite alright, my lady, do come in,” he said with a charming smile.

  Cynthia did feel a little uncomfortable inside. She had focused on getting successful in her life and she had never given a thought to dating or relationships. So, as she sat on the sofa opposite Matthew Wyss, with a bottle of the local wine between them, she could not help but stare at him. She noticed his straight long black hair, now that he had his hat off, and how it fell to his shoulders. She noticed his light, crystal blue eyes, like a frozen lake in the mountains. She noticed everything about him: his straight, slightly pointy but somehow beautiful nose; his pinks lips, thin and pursed, as though drawn with a pencil; his chiseled chin, his square jaw, his stubble with tiny black hair growing. She noticed his beautiful long neck, his abs, his chest, his muscles, his arms, his body with a small sprinkle of hair, the line of hair right below his navel, going straight down into the towel. She noticed the towel, she visualized what was underneath the towel, and she followed it all the way down to his feet. She wondered what she was looking at: a masterpiece, perfection.

  “So, you came to say…” said Matt suddenly, bringing her out of her reverie. He was smiling. His upper lip revealed a row of perfect pearly white teeth.

  “Oh, this wine. I am sorry, this is not how I usually do this…I mean, I don’t usually do this. Normally…” she started.

  “Then how do you usually do this?” said Matt, a grin spreading across his face. Matt was a player, and he was playing with her. Only he didn’t know that Cynthia was a virgin through and through, and she had no idea he was playing.

  Matt lit a cigarette as Cynthia began to speak again, ready with an explanation.

  “Relax,” he said, “I am just fucking with you.”

  Cynthia looked up, wide-eyed. Never had she heard someone use these words, not since she had started working at the hotel.

  “I am sorry, what?” she said.

  “I said I am just fucking with you,” said Matt slowly, focusing on each word, exhaling smoke through his nostrils and mouth at the same time.

  “Oh!”

  “Dear, relax. Have some wine,” said Matt, he was enjoying the play. The sheer joy of the lion getting ready to feast on prey that had no escape.

  Cynthia poured wine in two glasses. She handed one to him and took the other.

  “Cheers,” said Cynthia with a suppressed smile, raising her glass.

  “Cheers,” Matt replied, and as the glasses clinked, his finger caressed hers.

  Cynthia had a weird feeling. A sudden ache, a sensation, something she had not allowed herself to feel, busying herself with work and exhausting herself to the core day after day. As they drank, Matt slowly slid his hand inside his towel, very much intentionally, and saw Cynthia looking at him.

  “Oh!” she said, catching herself staring and starting rise. “Well, I should probably go now. If you need anything…” she continued.

  “Do you have a boyfriend?” Matt interrupted.

  “What? No, I don’t have a boy…that’s not your business. Why are you asking?”

  “Have you ever been with a man?” he asked seductively.

  “No, I haven’t. Even if I have, why should I tell you that? That’s personal…” she started again, but Matt stopped her with a wave of his hand.

  “Relax, like I said, just fucking with you.”

  “Well, don’t fuck with me,” said Cynthia, flustered, trying hard to get back in control and regain her poise.

  “Or what? You gonna go all Kung Fu on me?” he said, gaily pretending to be defending himself.

  “I’ll leave now, thank you,” she said. “If you need anything…”

  “Is there something in the sheets? I think I have got an allergy. Are there insects in the room?” Matt interrupted her again.

  “…else, please let us know,” continued Cynthia at the same time.

  “Mind taking a look at my balls? I think something is wrong,” said Matt.

  Cynthia made for the door. As she opened the door, Matt grabbed her hand
. Her heart started pounding suddenly. She knew what came next, she was about to be raped.

  “I will scream if you touch me!” she warned.

  “Hey, calm down. I was just playing with you. Relax. I am sorry,” said Matt. He hadn’t met anyone like Cynthia before, and he certainly hadn’t apologized to a girl before. People knew who he was and they obeyed. This, what was happening now, was different.

  “All right,” said Cynthia, looking away.

  “How do I make up for upsetting you?” asked Matt.

  “It’s all right.”

  “No, it is not. Let me make it up to you. Join me for dinner.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “I’ll wait.”

  Matt closed the door as Cynthia left. He ran his hand through his hair and let himself fall on the bed, looking forward to his dinner. And if the disrupted line of his towel was any indication, his plans were wild. He had taken a liking to Cynthia and he always got what he want.

  Chapter 4: The Dinner

  Initially, Cynthia decided not to go, but as the time passed and she realized she did not have anything better to do, she decided to go. Since she was still at work, there was no need for her to change. Before the dinner was delivered, she went to Matt’s room and knocked. Matt was dressed.

  “I didn’t know this was a…I should’ve dressed. Technically I am still at work, so…” she started.

  “Well, hello to you too,” interrupted Matt. “And relax, I like to dress up. It’s more of a habit.”

  “All right,” said Cynthia, letting out a sigh of relief.

  “So, how are you?” he asked.

  “I’m all right, yourself?”

  “Ah, you’ll find out. But I am not really hungry,” he said.

  “Yeah, me neither,” replied Cynthia.

  “Shall we delay the dinner then?”

  “I suppose,” she said, although she was hungry and wanted the whole thing to be over, but she could not control her words. They seemed to have different plans for her.

  “Tell me, what’s the most beautiful thing here?”

  Cynthia opened the door and took him to the corridor. “This,” she said, spreading her arms, encompassing the gardens and all that lay beyond.

  “What’s this?” said Matt blandly.

  “You need to look. Look closely.”

  “I don’t see anything special, show me.”

  “See through my eyes then,” said Cynthia.

  She pointed to a small light on the mountain, somewhere in the woods. “Look at that light, that’s a fire in a small cabin in the woods. There’s a family in there, a farmer and his wife, and their children. That’s a whole life right there in that tiny light. People never stop to pay attention. Life would be so amazing if only everyone stopped to see. Only today, I stopped to see how beautiful this town is.”

  Cynthia didn’t know what had come over her, she was suddenly excited. Someone was listening to her, not ordering her and not asking for anything, just listening to her. She put her hand under his chin and lifted it up, pointing towards the stars with the other hand. “Look at them, so beautiful. If only one could grab them and put them in a bottle.”

  Matt could see. He finally had words. The reason he came here was to find something to inspire him. He had been to places but his pen always stopped the moment it came in contact with the paper, but now he could see. He realized what prevented him from writing. It was him, it was his failure to stop and see the small things, the life all around him.

  “I have just the thing,” he said. “Come on in,” he said excitedly. “This was presented to me during my travels. I never felt like drinking it until now,” said Matt as he pulled a bottle of wine out of his bag. “Guess what it’s called.”

  “I don’t know,” said Cynthia.

  “Bottled Stars. Stars in a bottle!” he said, delighted.

  He poured it in two glasses. Both of them stopped to look at the glasses, the bubbles, the stars and their frenzy in the glass.

  “Show me more,” said Matt.

  Cynthia opened the door to the balcony in his room, letting the cold air drift in. She brought a blanket from the cupboard and spread it on the floor and put two pillows side by side on it.

  “Come, sit.”

  As she prepared for a bit of stargazing, he pulled a joint out of his pocket.

  “Have you ever smoked?” he asked her.

  “I’ve… never thought to. I never wanted to.” Still giddy with excitement, she continued, “I think I do today.”

  Matt lit the joint and they shared it. They sipped on their wine as they passed it back and forth.

  “Want to shotgun?” asked Matt.

  “What’s that?” asked Cynthia.

  “This,” he said. He put his mouth to hers, his thin pink lips against her dark, plump ones, and he blew smoke in her mouth. He’d taken her breath away already, and was breathing new life into her. She inhaled slowly, enjoying the life flowing from inside him to her.

  Matthew wrapped his arm around her and locked her in an embrace. She enjoyed his taste, the way his tongue worked inside her mouth, the way he enjoyed her. She had never been touched by a man before, and she loved the feeling of being wanted, of being held sacred, of being explored. Without breaking the kiss, Matthew took off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse.

  Cynthia might have had second thoughts but she was stoned. And she was enjoying herself, more than she ever expected. He buried his face in her breasts. The moment his lips touched her breasts, he felt the sensations of pleasure run through her, and as his hand went down her skirt, he knew she really was a virgin. And he knew he was going to take her virginity tonight.

  He undid her skirt, pulled off her stockings, and admired the dark, naked, beauty that lay in front of him. He kissed her on the lips, on the chin, on the neck, on each of her breasts, on her stomach, on her navel, and on her pussy.

  “I think I will have a look at your balls now,” said Cynthia lazily.

  Matt helped himself out of his clothes. He stood in front of her, as Cynthia sat leaning on the wall behind her. His 10 inch cock, erect, level with her mouth.

  Cynthia placed a hand under his balls, cupping them. Although she had never done it before, she knew what she had to do. She wanted to do it. Her lips parted and she allowed his cock inside her mouth. Her body was naked and cold, it was still windy and starting to snow again, so she allowed him to slide in and out of her mouth, the only warm thing around her. She ran her hands up and down his legs as he placed his hand behind her head, his own head hanging loosely, relaxed, and she began sucking his cock. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and started moving it. She knew he was too big for her, his cock too big for any hole in her body, so she wrapped both her hands around his shaft and continued sucking his cock.

  Matt had had many virgin pussies and many virgin mouths, but none like this. No virgin mouth had sucked his cock so well, none had sucked it with such passion.

  He felt her lips as they moved across the tip of his cock to the base, the warmth of her mouth, the juice in her mouth covering his cock, moving slowly, passionately. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He had never fucked a girl without a condom. He knew women were dying to have his baby, to somehow become entitled to the fortune, and he had been warned against it before he’d hit puberty. But he knew this was right. He was about to fuck a girl without a condom for the very first time.

  Cynthia knew what came next, and she was ready. She was slowed down by the weed, but she was also relaxed by it. She felt no tension at the thought of penetration, despite how big he was, and she was ready. She watched as Matthew pulled out a small bottle of lube and poured it in on her pussy, lubed up the entire 10 inches of his cock, and spread her legs and positioned himself between them. She was ready.

  “What will you have for dinner?” asked Cynthia, knowing well the answer.

  “You,” he said.

  The moment the tip of his cock tapped on her virgin pussy, a shiver
ran down her spine. Matt was over her, his lips still inches from hers, his back arched to make room between them for his cock. Matt was not new to this. He knew he had missed many chances to thoroughly enjoy something like this, and he was determined not to miss this one.

  He entered her slowly, very, very slowly. His cock had never explored this way before, the slick of her walls and heat of her body tempting him. The lips of her pussy parted slowly, fighting a battle, and she winced as he slowly forced his way in. The walls of her pussy enveloped every bit of his cock quickly as he continued penetrating her. He was halfway in when he saw blood dripping out, and her hand caressed his back, and scratched as he continued his slide. Her pussy was too tight, choking his monster cock, as her arms enveloped him in an embrace, pulling him into her, her claws digging into his back. He held still, and she hugged him tight as his entire 10 inches went inside her.