The next morning he was still there, watching TV on low volume as she slept. She rubbed her eyes and he smiled at her.
“Good morning.”
She smiled back. “Good morning. Last night was great.”
“It was good for me too.”
She looked around, trying to find the kettle to make a coffee. Apparently such a cheap hotel didn't offer complementary coffee, but she needed a boost. “Do you want a coffee?”
He looked at her as though she was a bit crazy before nodding. “Yeah, I will have a coffee.”
She quickly slipped into last night's clothes and wandered to the nearest Starbucks with her wallet. There, of all people, she saw someone she thought she would never see. She had to double take. In a Starbucks in Haiti was a man she had never met, who she had seen once or twice, but who everyone knew. The owner of their company. He was in his forties with silvering hair and a clean-shaven face. He looked like he used to be well built, but had grown a little tubby lately. She was used to seeing him in a sharp suit, but he looked fairly relaxed in khaki shorts and a pale yellow shirt. Could it actually be him?
She walked up. “Excuse me sir, you might think I'm crazy, but are you Adam Jones?”
“Yes, I am.” He grinned. “I didn't think I'd be found here, let alone by one of our secretaries. Don't tell on me, will you?”
He recognized her? She blushed. “I won't. I was just wondering what a wealthy man like you would be doing here.” It all felt so cheesy, but she couldn't help herself.
“I'm actually on my way to Hawaii in a few nights. I just wanted a break and I like stopping here, in Cuba or in Peru to ground myself.”
She nodded. “I get it.” She didn't. “Anyway, I'm shocked you recognized me.”
“You're a very pretty girl, anyone would remember a face like that.”
She blushed again. It felt strange, but right.
“How about you come with me to Hawaii? You look like the sort of girl who would like that far more than this place.”
So out of the blue? Then, it clicked. She'd heard about this before. Read about it. Wealthy business owners and heirs would sometimes find a girl who took their fancy and pay anything to spend time with her. Of course, she had to repay, but... This man's net worth was in billions. He was the sort of person who could “stop by” Haiti before going to Hawaii the same way normal people would stop by a quaint little café on their way to a book store.
“So, how about it?”
She nodded. “Sure. I'll go get my bags.”
“Good girl, I'll be here.”
The Trip
She left, trying not to look too rushed before darting back to the hotel. Her mind raced. What if he was making fun of her? What if he wouldn't be there? She just had to trust him, just had to go with it this once.
Marco was still in bed. He laughed. “Where's the coffee?”
She shook her head. “Work cropped up. I'm sorry but I have to go.”
He looked disappointed. “That's a pity. Can I have your Skype?”
She thought it over. She may never talk to him again. But, on the other hand... “Sure.” She scribbled it down on a piece of paper before finishing packing her bags.
“Come back to Haiti soon, blanc. I like you.” He grinned as he finished getting dressed and left.
What is she thinking? What can she do? What if he was lying?
But he wasn't. Adam waited for her there and invited her up to his hotel room. In front of her, he booked her Hawaii ticket and showed her it matched his. “You are coming to Hawaii. It's not a joke and I'm not leading you on.” He smiled kindly, knowing full well that he didn't need to be so generous. Once he was done, he went to run a bath. She looked around. Compared to her room, his was stunning. The best a hotel in Haiti could offer. Huge queen sized bed, silk bedding, en-suite, mini bar, coffee machine, water bottles and a view over the beaches where she could watch the fishing boats bobbing in the distance.
He returned, leaving the water running, and wrapped an arm around her waist. “The view isn't bad, is it Angela?”
“It's lovely.” She sighed.
He laughed. “There are better views. You'll see a few soon. And I'm seeing one right now.” So cheesy, yet she couldn't resist as he took her face in his hand and kissed her. She expected it to be a sloppy, smelly, stereotypical-drunk-pervert kiss, but it wasn't. He smelled of good cologne, his breath was fresh and sharp and his kiss was a combination of tender lip motions and gentle nibbles with his sharp teeth. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him back passionately. He wrapped his arm further around her waist, slipped his other hand under her buttocks and lifted her onto the bed with ease. He may be getting tubby, but he was still a strong man. She couldn't help but start getting undressed for him as he leaned over her and kissed, sucked and chewed her neck.
Soon she was naked beneath him and he was completely clothed, towering over her, the bulge in his trousers pressing against her thigh. She needed this. She needed him. And he wanted her so badly...
He unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out, pressing it against her thigh as he looked her in the eye. “Do you want it?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I want it. I want you to fuck me.”
“Beg me.” He grinned and grabbed a condom from the bedside table, opening it as he watched her and waited.
“Please, please Adam, fuck me. Please fuck me rough and hard.”
His grin grew wider as he slid the condom over his hard member and pushed her thigh down, spreading her legs. He pounded her roughly, unforgivingly, relentlessly. Suddenly she felt ashamed. She tried to look to one side, but he'd always turn her head back so she was looking him in the eye. She blushed as the eye contact turned her on even more. She wanted to come, but her body betrayed her and stayed quiet. He finished first and kissed her before getting off her.
“I'm sorry that was a bit short. Think of it as a taster.” He smiled. “Let's have a bath.”
She took the extended hand and silently allowed herself to be led into the bathroom. The bath was enormous and the water was just right. She slid into the tub as he poured a few essential oils into the water before joining her.
“How do you feel about this?” He inquired as he poured her a glass of wine.
“I'm happy.” She smiled.
He nodded sternly. “Good. You are aware of what else may happen?”
“I think so.”
“Will you do everything I tell you to?”
“Of course.” She replied.
“Excellent. You're far too pretty, far too bright to just be an office girl, a secretary. You'll have a much more exciting life with me.”
That she would. She could already imagine it. Sleeping late in a five star hotel room, getting up and eating her fill of the best foods she could imagine, swimming in pools and the ocean at fabulous destinations worldwide. And at night... Well, she would be sleeping with someone anyway. Why not make it a billionaire?
“We can just stay in this room until tomorrow morning, if you like.” He smiled. “Get dinner on room service and spend some more quality time together.”
She nodded. “Sounds good.”
They made love a further three times and he kept his promise of making sure it was better for her. A part of her couldn't shake the shame at being an out-and-out golddigger. She had always been so sure she wasn't one of those girls. But she couldn't help it. He was wealthy, powerful, not unattractive and he liked her. She had heard horror stories of wealthy men using young women only to discard them once they were done, but she felt safe for herself. She still had at least a decade where she would be hot enough for him. Perhaps in that time she would be able to convince him to treat her kindly, to leave her with a settlement or even to marry her. If not that, she could always try and save every penny she could get so that she would be retiring once he decided he didn't want her. After all, a relationship based on looks and money just couldn't last.
Alth
ough she was starting to hope it would. After all, it would be perfect.
The next morning they boarded the flight to Hawaii. They sat first class though, suddenly feeling far more conscious of her figure, she rejected the meal and simply enjoyed the roomier seating.
“I'd have thought you'd have a private jet.” She laughed.
“I do. I just wouldn't bring it to Haiti for the life of me.” He grinned.
“Are we going back to America in it, then?”
He shrugged. “If you like.”
If she was going to be a golddigger, she may as well enjoy it. After all, neither of them was under any illusion.
“Of course, it depends how well you do.”
She was taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“You'll see...”
The hotel in Hawaii was at least a thousand times as luxurious as the one in Haiti. Adam didn't give her much time to enjoy it, though, or even see the room. They left their bags with the bell boy and Adam practically dragged her out.
“If you're going to be seen on holiday with me, we need to sort you out.” He somehow managed to sound furious and look pleasant at once. “Your nails are a mess and your clothes are not exactly what I need.”
She was hurried into a spa first, where the staff greeted Adam by name. How often did he do this? How many girls had been through all this for him? She felt wary and excited at once. Her hair was cut, her nails were cleaned and painted and her feet were softened to a point where she wondered if she'd be able to walk shoeless again.
Next he took her to a dressmaker, where she was fitted for several slightly more elegant, slightly trendier, slightly shorter dresses than she was used to. Adam insisted on green for almost everything. She was starting to feel like a Barbie doll, but if he was buying her nice things and it made him happy, would it hurt?
Finally he took her to a small boutique and she was set to task finding some decent shoes and swimwear for the week.
Once she was dressed he seemed satisfied and they went for lunch. As they sat in a private booth and she picked at her salad, he placed his hand over hers.
“Now that you're properly dressed, I have someone I would like you to meet.”
Her eyes met his. “Someone?”
“Yes. He is a close friend of mine and we often meet up hereabouts for a break together. Maybe once every three months we see each other. Do anything to offend him and this whole deal is off.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
He grinned. “You will.”
Those words lingered in her mind as he called for staff, ordered a drink and whispered something to the waiter. Shortly afterwards the waiter returned with four cocktails, a man about ten years older than Adam and another young woman.
Angie nodded to greet them and smiled.
“Dean, this is Angela. Angela, Dean.”
“Pleased to meet you.” She smiled.
Dean ignored her and addressed Adam. “She is lovely, isn't she?”
Adam grinned. “And your lovely lady?”
“Monique, meet Adam. Adam, Monique is half latina and a lovely little minx when you get to know her.”
Angie blushed, but Monique just smiled and shook Adam's hand. This was starting to go places she wasn't certain of. But she would wait and see.
Dean and Monique sat down and sipped their drinks as some appetizers arrived. Dean and Adam were discussing their companies, money and China. Angie couldn't follow half the conversation, so instead she turned to Monique.
“Are you enjoying Hawaii?” She asked.
Monique smiled in a plastic-perfect sort of a way. “I have been here far too often. I prefer Marrakesh.”
“Oh. Is it nice there?”
“It's lovely.” She replied as she sipped her drink. “I sometimes go with Dean, sometimes with another patron, but we always see the best sights and eat the best food there.”
“Patron?” Angie inquired.
“Ah, you're new. It's what you call the men. We are the artists, celebrities, in a way, and they are the patrons.”
Angie nodded. “So is it always so open?”
“It has to be.” Monique laughed lightly. “Otherwise we'd be deceiving them.”
It sounded to Angie almost as though Monique felt like she was the powerful one. Could that be right? Angie definitely didn't feel very powerful in the booth with another stunning woman and two incredibly wealthy men. She felt out of place. Maybe with time...
“And you have more than one patron?”
“We can talk about that later, dear. We're here to entertain.” She glanced towards Dean and Adam, whose eyes kept darting towards the girls' corner of the booth and back. “Let's give them a show.”
It took a second, but it clicked. Adam was her patron. Adam and Dean were Monique's patrons. And if they wanted to have a good time in Hawaii, it was their job to make sure their patrons had a good time first and foremost. Angie nodded. “Sure.”
Monique leaned in and pressed her lips to Angie's. It was a bit of a shock, but she had experimented with girls before at university, so it wasn't exactly new. Glancing towards the men, she could see how approvingly they looked at their “performers”, how glad they were to be watching. Tentatively, she slipped her hand under Monique's skirt and rubbed her thigh.
Monique broke the kiss. “That's the idea.” She whispered into Angie's ear as she nibbled at it. “Now lower the top of your dress.” Angie realized that Monique had undone the strap behind her neck, so she gently folded down the top of the dress, revealing her breasts. Monique instantly started massaging them and squeezing them, much to the men's delight. Monique lowered the top of her own dress, revealing ample syrup coloured bosoms topped with chocolate-chip-brown nipples. Angie obligingly started massaging Monique's breasts too.
Adam laughed out loud. They stopped and glanced at him, Monique with a grin, Angie hiding her concern. “Well, ladies, don't get too excited yet. We're glad you like each other, but let's finish dinner and head back to the hotel first.”
Monique winked and smiled. “Aww, but we were having so much fun. Can't we just keep playing while you eat?”
Angie started to feel butterflies in her stomach. Was she ready for this yet?
Stepbrother Sins
Forbidden Romance
By Lady Aingealicia
The Long Trip Home
Akia missed her step-brother Marco. He had decided to take a job in London and she had not seen him since the holiday. Her body longed for him, her mind traveled to where he was and her heart was only his. He had taken it when he left and she remained behind in the States. They talked daily, yet in her mind it was not enough. She wanted him next to her, holding her body against his and taking her heart and mind. She would go to any length to get what she wanted, even if that meant to go to London and take it.
The Net is Not Enough
Akia turned her computer off. She sighed and shook her head. Talking to Marco just made her miss him more. They would talk daily on Skype and discuss how things were going, it often ended up with her playing with herself for him and then they would sign off. She longed to feel Marco again. It had been so long since the holiday and he had decided to take the job they offered him in London.
Akia pulled the covers up around her and felt the wetness between her thighs. She shuddered at the thought of Marco taking her time and time again. Her mind drifted back to the day he flew out and how they had snuck into the bathroom for one last quickie. His hands held her ass as he pushed her against the wall and she begged him for more. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust into her. It was the last time that they had been together physically.
Akia drifted off to sleep and when she woke she had an idea come to mind. She pulled out her laptop and began to look up how much it would cost to fly to London and what she needed to do to get there. When she saw the cost, she smiled knowing she could book her flight with in the month and her passport was up to date. Her mind raced as to the thought of sho
wing up to see Marco without him knowing that she was coming. She would have to come up with a story to tell him for the days she would fly to London and find him.
She had his address and was sure that he would not be that hard to find. She knew where he worked as well in case she could not find his home. She stood up and went to her closet, looking through it, she realized she needed to donate more clothes to the shelter that Marco used to volunteer at. She began to place the items she did not want on her bed. She would make sure to take what she could before she left for London.
Her step-mother, Liza knocked on the door and peeked in. She was not sure what was going on with Akia, however she liked to see the girl was finally doing something. She had been moping around the house since Marco left. Walking in, she looked at Akia and pointed to the clothes that were on the bed.
“I thought I would take these to the shelter where Marco used to volunteer.” Akia began. “I also thought I would take a trip to London to visit him.”
“The clothes to the shelter would be good.” Liza stated. “I am not so sure about the trip. Where are you going to get the money?”
“I have some in savings and the flight is not that expensive.” Akia answered as she folded the clothes to place in bags. “My passport is up to date.”
“I see.” Liza commented helping Akia fold the clothes. “So you have it planned out then?”
“No, not completely.” Akia paused. “I will though.”
“When were you thinking of going?” Liza asked.
“By the end of the month.” Akia looked at Liza. “I figured with you and Geno married now, I would give you some time together without me around.”
Liza had married Geno in a whirlwind courtship. They did it during the holiday so that Marco could give Liza away. Liza figured that this way Marco would not create a scene. He did that in other ways by taking the job in London. He was tired of watching his mother go through men like water. Akia wanted to go with Marco and he told her no. He would send for her.
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