by Nicole Casey
“I don’t know man,” I told him as I sipped on my beer. It was early in the morning and yet we were drinking so much beer. I was already on my third bottle. “Come on, she was a nurse but out of desperation she became a fucking whore. If it wasn’t for my money she would have never given the time of day.”
Dylan shook his head, “We don’t know that, dude. All we know is that you two got together and now you blew it. Admit it, man, you fucking blew your big chance there.”
“What do you think I should do then? She won’t pick up any of my calls. How am I supposed to tell her I’m sorry and that I really want her in my life?”
My friend patted my shoulder and laughed. “Come on, man,” he told me. “That should be easy as shit. You know where she lives. You know how you feel and how she felt. Get the fuck out of here, head over there and make your case. Don’t let her leave until you’ve said your piece.”
“And if she still leaves?”
“Then let it go,” Dylan said. “At least you’ll be at peace, man. At least you can say you genuinely tried and this time without offering money.”
His words were the words of wisdom and I smiled in agreement. I took one last gulp at my drink and then thanked him for what he had to say. His advice convinced me I still had one shot – maybe just one shot – at fixing this.
When I was ready, I bid farewell. I left Mercury Wild and drove all the way to Lyla’s home.
***
It took me nearly thirty minutes to get there due to traffic and how far her house was from downtown. I did get there though, roughly fifteen minutes before nine o’clock in the morning. I could see her car was still parked so she must be inside. That made me sigh in relief; at least I knew she was home and that I could talk to her.
For a few minutes I just sat in my car, pondering on what to say and how to say it. There was a myriad of ideas popping in my head and all of them might end up with her leaving. The fact that the sky was grey and gloomy wasn’t helping one bit either.
“Come on, you can do this,” I told myself, attempting to boost my courage.
19
Lyla
I had to leave but as soon as I walked out the door, I saw Preston parked right outside my apartment. It was beginning to drizzle a bit and he didn’t even have a jacket or umbrella.
“What are you doing here?” I yelled out. I kept on walking but tried to keep my distance, aiming to just reach my car parked across the street.
“You weren’t answering my calls,” Preston answered back.
I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t want this. I rushed as fast as I could and made my way passed him and towards my car. All I had to do was just hop in, drive off and ignore him… right? Once I get to the medical center he can’t bug me anymore.
Just as I walked passed him, Preston reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Let go of me!”
He pulled me in closer and said, “Listen to me! Just listen to me. If you don’t agree with anything I say then fine, leave if you want!”
As he spoke, heavy rain began to wash down on us. The drizzle grew in strength and we were both getting soaked, standing outside in the street. I just looked at him and never said a word, just waiting for him to say whatever he needed to say.
“Look,” he then began. “To be honest with you, when I first met you I was already obsessed with how freaking hot you are. Ever since I met you in that hospital I couldn’t help but get horny picturing you in my head. I’m not the kind of guy who goes for romance and falls in love or other shit like that… but then you actually came into my life and all this shit changed.”
“So you’re saying I changed you?”
Preston shook his head, “You didn’t just change me… you changed everything. I thought I’d never fall in love. I thought I’d always just be the kind of guy who’d sleep with every girl I can hook up with since I have money. When I bought you at the auction, I thought it was just going to be as simple as paying you for sex, but the more we spent time together, the more things became more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was so soaked in the rain now and it was getting really cold. I shivered but I didn’t want him to see that. “Tell me what you mean!”
“What I mean is that I love you!” he shouted back. “I love you, Lyla Bishop! I just thought you wouldn’t love me back if I didn’t keep on paying you.”
Smack!
I watched as Preston stumbled a step back when I punched him in the face. God… I never punched anyone before. My hand hurt so bad from the impact but when I looked over at him, I saw he didn’t even seemed a little bit phased from the hit.
“What the hell was that for?” he asked me as he rubbed his cheek.
“Why the hell would you think that way?” I asked him. I was gritting my teeth and trying hard to calm my nerves down. The rain wasn’t helping, either. “Damn it, Preston… sure, I needed the money when we first began but didn’t you notice anything? I didn’t want to get paid for sex anymore. I’d have sex with you regardless of the money. You know why? I’d do it because I love you too, you bumbling moron!”
Preston stared at me for what seemed like forever. Then, almost out of nowhere, he smiled and pulled me in for a hug. As soon as our bodies smacked together he pulled my face up and pressed his lips against mine. It was the most sincere kiss we’d ever had since day one.
“I love you,” he whispered as the rain crashed on our faces.
“I love you too,” I told him. I leaned forward and kissed him back and our kiss continued on until he was pressing my back against my car and had his other hand underneath my pants, grabbing onto my ass with a reassuring squeeze.
He wiped the water off my face – a useless gesture, sure, but still so sweet – and gave me a smile. “Sorry I disturbed you. You’re soaking wet now too.”
“I’m wet between the legs too, if you were curious,” I whispered in a sultry voice. I leaned in closer and nibbled his ear before I said, “I have to step inside and change. Maybe you can come with me and make sure I never put anything back on.”
That put a big smile on his face and just like in any romantic movie in the past fifty years he picked me up and carried me inside. I giggled in excitement and joy. I could give him this morning. I could always head to the medical center later before lunch; I still had time.
All I wanted right now was to spend time with the one man I truly loved. Maybe our love story wasn’t the typical one but I was so glad he bought my virginity that day at the auction show.
When he brought me in he practically ripped my clothes off and tossed them into the bathroom. He took his own clothes off in a rush and pushed me down to the bed. Before I knew what he had in mind, he spread my legs and buried his face deep between them.
“O-oh my, P-Preston!” I moaned and stuttered when I felt the warmth of his tongue slithering my pussy lips. “Ooh, aah f-fuck it’s so good!”
Preston didn’t say another word and instead focused entirely on devouring my womanhood. I felt his tongue lash in and out as he dug it between my walls. When he’d pull out he would go right back in to suckle on my pussy and even pinch my clit with his teeth, just enough to get me to squirm and shudder in ecstasy.
It was mind-blowing and intoxicating. I didn’t know how long he stayed there but soon enough I was dripping from another orgasm and Preston simply sucked on all my juices before he finally licked up my leg, up my belly and to my lips.
“I love you, Lyla,” he whispered after he gave me a quick but deep kiss. “I love you so fucking much I am never going to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I told him back as I reached down and stroked his throbbing, raging cock. “I love you too, Preston. I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck me, babe, please… just like our first night. I want to feel you all night long.”
With my words of consent I unleashed the beast within and Preston pounded his way into me, thrusting his cock between my legs and claim
ing me for his own. All through the night I could hear my voice echo and bounce across the walls as he plowed into me with such excitement.
There was not a single room in my apartment left untouched by our sex. He took me in the bedroom, on the living room couch, in the bathtub and on the kitchen counter. Even when I was exhausted, two hours after we began, he found new ways to spread me wide and make me experience new heights of pleasure. Even after he was spent he could still find it in him to vigorously fuck me and spill his cum in and all over me. By the time the night was done I was filled with his warm, delicious seed.
By the next morning, I was going to get up and make us breakfast but then I saw him resting, sleeping by my side. Naked, I was enticed by the sight of his meat and took it into my mouth. It was addicting and soon enough I was slobbering all over his cock until he woke up and decided to grab my head and continue fucking me for breakfast. I wouldn’t prefer any other meal but his meat.
In the end, I didn’t get to go see Doctor Holland until two days after but he was very kind and lenient about it. He even told me that it was okay given the stormy weather and was just happy I was safe. After another short interview, this time in front of the board of directors and other head doctors, they hired me to be the facility’s head nurse. This meant I would have administrative duties alongside being a nurse for the patients. When they showed me my salary, I felt a surge of pride – I would earn enough to provide for both myself and my dad without having to ask from Preston.
All my dreams came true. I had the man I loved, I had the job of a lifetime and I would never have to auction my body again to billionaire playboys willing to spend for a night of pussy. Even if someone offered me the money I’d still refuse. My body was for Preston and him alone. I was his and he was mine. I loved him.
Epilogue
Lyla
SIX MONTHS LATER
Life had definitely changed for the better. I secured the job at Doctor Holland’s new medical center and began dating Preston – officially dating him, I must say. I was no longer just his whore, a girl he paid for sex and time. I was his official girlfriend now and boy did we make sure everyone knew about it. All his friends and my friends alike got to learn of our love story – of course, with all of the naughty, kinky details kept in the dark.
I told my father first but I didn’t tell him how we met. All I said was that Mikaela and Preston’s friend, Thomas, got me and Preston together. Preston even managed to come by and meet my father and he was the one who offered to pay the rest of my dad’s mortgage. My dad didn’t accept at first but after talking to Preston for a few weeks, he ended up liking and trusting my boyfriend and eventually let Preston handle our debts.
Of course, not all my time was spent at work. I spent a lot of my free time with Preston and soon enough I even moved into his penthouse suite. I moved out of my old apartment and sold whatever we didn’t need. A lot of other stuff I gave to my friends for free.
I also pushed Preston to connect again with his family. It took a lot of digging but we eventually found the whereabouts of his siblings and his parents. We mostly spent the time emailing them back and forth and eventually video-calling to reconnect and catch up for all the years they lost together.
Preston also got to introduce me to a lot of his friends. Needless to say it was a big surprise to learn that he was friend with the owner of Mercury Wild, one of the most successful bar and restaurants in the entire city. I also got to know the likes of Marcus, Dylan, Damon and Daxter – or as I like to call them, the Triple D. All of them were nice and sweet to me.
However, one morning when I went to work, my boss told me I could have the weekend off. It was an odd thing given how I was usually the one with a large workload during Saturdays and Sundays.
“Huh?” I just looked at Doctor Holland with confusion. “Who’s going to take my responsibilities for today and tomorrow then? What did I do to deserve a weekend off?”
He simply smiled at me and said, “Oh, don’t worry about work. I’ll have your duties split between Jonathan and Mae. I would bring in Janine since she’s your executive assistant and she knows the job well but I also gave her a few days of leave.”
“O-okay sir,” I stuttered, unsure of what to say. “I’ll just go back in then and check the nursing station and the emergency room to make sure everything’s in shape. If there’s no big emergency then I’ll head home. Thank you, sir!”
Doctor Holland oddly just smiled and waved goodbye at me as I walked out of his office.
As soon as I did, however, Mikaela came running to me with a look of concern on her face. “Hey, we’ve got an emergency right now! It’s Preston!”
My heart suddenly sank. “What? What do you mean, it’s Preston?”
“He’s in the emergency room, right now,” she explained as she yanked me by the hand. “We have to go there now. He’s in critical condition!”
Everything I had planned for the day vanished into thin air as I followed Mikaela and rushed to the emergency room. There were multiple beds laid out but only two of them had patients. The resident doctor and nurses in the emergency room were slacking off, having a slow and easy day.
“Ms. Bishop,” Doctor Melissa Carmen said as soon as she saw me come in. “We need you to attend to the patient in the emergency operating room. We’re still waiting for the cardiologist to come in and operate on him.”
Operate? What happened to Preston?
I pushed passed everyone and rushed into the operating room… to find Preston seated on the bed, perfectly well and healthy. His friends were around him and so were mine. My father was there too! Why were they all here? Not only that but the whole room was decorated with flowers – roses and carnations mostly, which were my favorites – and Preston was wearing a patient’s robe.
As I stood there, awestruck and confused, Mikaela and Doctor Holland came in and with them were the emergency room staff.
“W-what’s going on?” I asked. I looked at Preston, “What’s all of this?”
Preston chuckled and slid his hand underneath his pillow. When he took it back out he was holding a shiny ring with a big diamond in the center. “I wanted to take things back to that special moment when I first met you. I wanted to remind us all of where it all began. You and I first crossed paths in a hospital room and back then I only suffered from a sprained wrist. Today, I’m suffering from an aching heart that only you can mend.”
“You’re being corny,” I told him and laughed. I was blushing from cheek to cheek, seeing as everyone was here with us. “You better make this speech good, babe.”
He laughed and we all laughed with him. Preston then beckoned me to come closer and he held my hand when I did. “Lyla Bishop, you changed everything in my life. I thought I would be one of those wealthy loners who rely on money to get whatever pleasure I can imagine but you taught me the real meaning of love. You proved I didn’t have to be alone for the rest of my life. I want to spend my life with you… Lyla, will you marry me?”
“Oh my god, yes!” I quickly answered and everyone cheered. “I thought you’d never ask!”
He pulled me in and gave me a long, passionate kiss and everyone around us cheered. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
***
Our wedding took place about a month after he proposed. It took a lot of work since we had to get a certificate, go through all the wedding counseling and other legal requirements. We had a big church wedding and celebrated at a vacation home he and his friends co-owned. Over a hundred people came and to our surprise, Preston even invited his siblings to come over. It was not just a wedding but a reunion and it brought us both to tears.
Every wedding must be followed by a grand honeymoon and Preston spared no expense. He scheduled for a two-month trip across Europe and another week cruising the Caribbean. I thought it was all a little too much but he insisted we have fun because when we’d be back it’d be back to work. He had two new companies to acquire and grow and I became even
busier now that I had more administrative responsibilities in the medical center.
Life turned out great. I was married to the man I loved and it was just a bonus that he was good-looking, a sexual beast and a hard-working billionaire too. Now that I think about it, maybe it was fate that we met that day in the hospital. Maybe it was fate that when I got so desperate to sell myself at an auction he was there too. I’d gladly sell my pussy to him again and again and again as long as our love story could go on.
I finally got to spend more time with Jasmine too, Trevor Wild’s wife. She was responsible for Trevor’s success and in many ways responsible too for Preston’s decision to marry me. Preston told me that when he saw Trevor and Jasmine together, he wanted something similar, something that money cannot buy. He found that in me and I found it in him.
That is our love story.
The End
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Bonus Story Section
Dr. Sanchez
- A Billionaire Doctor Boss Romance
Story Description
The arrival of a new nurse in my clinic isn’t normally something that interests me too much.
But Janie is different.
She’s sweet, young and full of life. Her new nurse’s uniform fits her a little too perfectly that I can’t take my eyes off her hips and perfect breasts.
Just when things are starting to get on the right track, a terrible twist takes her away from me.
I miss her terribly. I want to make it right. If the Devil turned up that rainy night and offered to strike a deal with me, then I would willingly sign away my soul in return for a second chance with Janie.
Surely this is the moment to say “I love you” for the first time in my life.
Yet, something is holding me back.
The words just can’t reach my lips.
