Shattered Daddy: A Billionaire Suspense Romance

by Charlize Starr

  Tonight, Chad was with a groupie and not even paying attention to Riley as he kissed the goth girl who was sitting in his lap. The group was adjusting to what had started as a lie and become real, just like Brent and Riley were. Brent drank only his second beer in between dancing with Riley and interacting with the fans as the night went on.

  Brent called a cab and pulled Riley in with him. They had until morning before they left and he wanted them to be in a room together, alone. He asked the driver to take them to the finest hotel that was close by and Riley stared at him. “I just want some time with you.”

  “I don’t know if I can…though earlier was great,” Riley whispered, and he kissed her.

  “I don’t care. I just want you in my arms,” Brent told her. She laughed and kissed him back.

  They got a suite under his assumed name for the night, and Riley pulled her phone out of her small purse and stared at it. “I need to tell Dec.”

  “He’s going to murder me tomorrow, but he has to know something is real between us,” Brent said, and she stared at him.

  “There is, isn’t there? It’s only been a week maybe, and this has become everything to me,” Riley murmured, and Brent shook his head.

  “I’ve always known you. The timing just needed to be right.”

  Riley sent a message to her brother and winced as her phone chimed. “He wants to know where we are.”

  Brent heard his phone as well and slipped it out of his jeans to look at it. His best friend was pissed off and rightfully so. He sent a message assuring Dec that Riley was safe with him in every possible way. He knew that there would be hell to pay in the morning, but he threw his phone on the table and took Riley’s away from her.

  Chapter Six

  Brent took Riley’s hand and led her to the bed, where he sat her down. “I don’t need to do anything with you tonight, no sex. I just need some time alone with you.”

  “I felt so good earlier. I want to try something,” Riley told him, and he leaned in to kiss her softly.

  “Yeah?” His cock surged to life and Brent paused before her lips. Riley pulled back and lifted her shirt up and off as Brent stared at her wordlessly. Her breasts were bare and perfect, and he leaned back to watch her. Riley slipped her hands over her body and watched as her nipples hardened. She smiled.

  “I want you to kiss them again.” Brent smiled as he leaned back towards her and kissed her lips before he moved down her neck. Riley moved to her back, and he thumbed the pebbled skin before he leaned down to kiss her between her breasts.

  They were alone now. The phones were silent, they had the whole night before the shit hit the fan and Brent was going to take advantage of it. He moved his lips over her right nipple and stroked it with his tongue as she cried out. Brent sucked it between his lips and she slipped her hands into his tousled hair which had dried in a mess from their earlier time on bus. He’d had to wear a beanie to the bar, but that was somewhere across the room now.

  Riley pushed him away and ripped his shirt over his head before she kissed him again. She slipped her skirt and underwear down, and Brent almost choked, kissing her to take his eyes off of her. Riley returned his passion as he let his hands roam over her body to stroke her soft skin and feel her heat. He kissed down her body again, over her nipples and her stomach, before she was pushing him between her legs. “Have you done this before?”

  “You’re the first. I have only kissed someone before. I didn’t feel this way…I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life.”

  “I’m honored,” Brent whispered before he moved closer and inhaled her sweet scent. Her release from earlier was still there, and he pressed his mouth against her to taste it as she grabbed onto his hair and rocked forward. Her pussy was wet and welcoming, and Brent licked and sucked, finally drawing her clit into his mouth as she moved against him and moaned his name. Riley came with a low scream as he drank her all in and spread her legs wide apart to slip his tongue inside of her.

  He’d gone down on many women, but it was always just a step towards getting inside of them. This time, Brent felt Riley coming and grabbing his hair, and he didn’t care if he got inside of her at all at that moment. He just needed to be close to her.

  Riley laughed as he looked up at her and rested his chin on her flat stomach. “You’re perfect,” he told her, as he looked up her flawless pale skin and paused on her small breasts with the dark pink nipples.

  “You’ve seen a lot of women,” Riley said, and he nodded. “Am I better?”

  “Better? You’re everything to me,” Brent told her, as she narrowed her eyes. “That, my past…it was escaping. You know about my mom, and then Lilith, and I just ran and ran. I ran into the arms of alcohol and drugs and yes, women and sex.” Brent had had a fiancée when he was twenty-four who had died in a car accident a month after the proposal and had lost his mother to cancer when he was just twelve. “Hell, looking back, I think Lil was just a way to cope. She never felt like you do in my arms.” He stared into her eyes.

  “I want you. I want you to be my first everything,” Riley told him, and he licked his lips before he moved over her to kiss her. She ate her taste off of his lips, and he pressed his hard cock against her thigh as he took a deep breath.

  “You can’t take this back, Ri.” She nodded and kissed him again. Brent had a few condoms on him as an old habit, but he’d never expected to end up here with Riley.

  “I know.” Brent kissed her until she was breathless before he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off, and as his cock sprung free her eyes widened. “How is that going to fit?”

  “Perfectly,” Brent told her, and he smiled. “I have condoms with me, but I have always been careful. I’ve been tested on the regular, and I can be again for you if that’s what you want. I’d take it all back if I could.”

  “I know that you couldn’t hurt me. You’ve always been protective of me,” Riley told him, and he nodded as he knew she was right. “Use them now and we’ll see from here. I’ve never been on birth control.”

  “We’ll fix that.” Brent leaned in to kiss her as he gripped the foil in his hands and memorized the moment. He memorized the way her lips tasted and the way her body arched to meet his. Brent felt her wrap around his finger as he slipped it inside of her and the way that she moaned as she leaned her head back. She was so ready for him, and he stared into her eyes as he felt her tighten around him.

  Brent spread her legs and covered himself with the condom before he slipped just hit tip inside of her warmth. Riley was shaking as she looked at him and he leaned down to kiss her as he slid deeper inside. “Why did you wait for this?” Brent asked her, as he pulled back.

  “I’ve always had a crush on you, Brent. I dated but I just never felt anything for them. I have always loved you,” Riley told him, as she winced and froze beneath him. “Oh God. Keep going.” He did, against his will, and buried himself inside of her, then stilled for a moment. She loved him and here he was taking her innocence away when he didn’t know what he felt. “Brent, I want you. Make love to me.”

  He pulled back and did just that as she clung to him, and Brent knew that he loved her as he felt her open and take all of him. Their bodies rocked together, and he felt her release just before his own, one that he felt in every nerve ending in his body. Brent cried out her name as he moved inside of her and kissed her lips, and he dropped on the mattress beside of her as he took a deep breath. “Fucking hell. That felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” he told her, and she laughed.

  “I can agree.” Brent looked at her. “I want to do it over and over.”

  “Not right now,” Brent told her, and he watched her move closer and kiss him. “I love you, Riley. I want this to be real, and I always did from the moment I saw you in that hotel room. The problem is that Dec and Kenzie might not be so into the idea and kill me.”

  “They won’t,” Riley assured him. He held her close and breathed her in.

  They or
dered room service and slept in until nine before they caught a cab back to the bus. Riley looked at the bus and held his hand as she gave him a determined look. They’d made love as many times as she could handle it and he just wanted to sleep with her in a bunk for the rest of the day.

  The door opened and her brother and sister stepped out. Brent took a deep breath. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kenzie asked. Riley narrowed her eyes.

  “No cameras. No people. This is real to us,” Brent told her. Declan shook his head.

  “Brent, you’re not good enough for my sister,” Kenzie said.

  “I am better because of her. I just didn’t know that what I needed had always been around,” he said. He looked at Riley with a smile. “I love her, you guys. I am going to give her the best life that I can.”

  “I love him too. You know that, Dec.” Riley said.

  “I thought you were over that, but I suppose this would’ve happened without my help,” Declan said. He smiled. “Take care of her.”

  They decided to continue the tour as planned, only Riley slept in his arms every night. When he wasn’t doing stuff with the band, Brent was with her, whether they were alone or with a group. Alone was tricky, but he taught her about tour sex in a bunk every chance that he had.

  Epilogue

  The media confirmed them as a couple two months later when Riley was moving into Brent’s apartment, much to Declan’s dismay. She registered for school and Brent took her to take care of the finances. She held his hand and blushed as the other students stared at him. He signed a few autographs and posed for some pictures while she chose her classes, and she could barely keep her eyes off of him. “I love you, Brent.”

  “I love you, Ri. All set?” he asked, and she nodded. “Let’s celebrate with lunch.”

  “You spoil me too much, baby,” Riley murmured, as he leaned in for a long kiss.

  “I always will.”

  They headed to his car and lunch, their hands interlocked tightly.

  Brent realized that hitting rock bottom had saved him, and he squeezed Riley’s hand as he looked down at her. He’d never take her for granted, and he thanked her every day for what she’d given him.

  Riley just reminded him that she always loved him.

  *****

  THE END

  Single Dad SEAL

  Description

  He was my secret high school crush. He gave me my first kiss. Now he’s a Navy SEAL and the most infuriating pr*ck in the world. But I’m stuck in his attic. And he just caught me naked in the shower. It’s all daddy’s fault.

  Luke

  They all want me to steal their V-card, and I happily oblige.

  I’m a player and it’s my game.

  I have no time for love. I’ve seen too much in the war zone. Plus I have a small son to take care of.

  But there she is. My new housemate.

  Little Emma’s all grown up.

  She’s beyond off limits. She’s the Commander’s daughter.

  But those curves beg to be touched.

  So when I catch her red-handed watching me with one of my ladies, I know exactly how she’s gonna pay me back.

  She doesn’t stand a chance.

  I’m gonna take her virginity.

  I’m gonna command her what to do.

  And she’ll beg me for more.

  Until I’m the one begging. Where the hell is she? Where’s our baby?

  Chapter One - Emma

  Well, here goes nothing.

  As I peer into the dusty old attic, I try to imagine it filled with my stuff, looking more like a cozy bedroom than the unsettling scene for a horror movie. But this small triangle-roofed room is dark, musty, and even has a mattress that’s a foreboding blood-red. So, instead, I force myself to get to work. I unpack box after box. Sheets are first – nice baby blue ones to cover the red mattress. Next, it’s clothes. I quickly fold everything so I can put it into the three-legged wobbly dresser in the corner. Then, it’s time to move some of my shoes to the other empty corner, though I can already tell I’m probably going to have to buy a whole new shelf. Right now, I’ve set out about 15 pairs of shoes. I probably have around 76 altogether. I guess you could say I have something of a shoe problem.

  Once three boxes are unpacked and I’m about to pass out, I flop onto my bed. I close my eyes but keep my ears peeled. I have to listen for Luke’s arrival. I don’t want him finding me like this – in my sloppy boxers and t-shirt with no bra. I mean, nothing’s going to happen, obviously. But still.

  I get out my phone. Dad’s sent me a message: How’s everything going? I don’t respond. Really, this is all his fault. I was supposed to move in with him while my apartment was getting renovated for the next few months, but instead – surprise, surprise – Margot changed her mind last minute. I get out the drawing of Margot I made when they first broke me the sorry-we-don’t-want-you-here news: a literal stick-person with a scowling, stab-nosed face, but looking at it doesn’t make me feel much better now. I guess I should feel lucky that Luke overheard Dad talking to a colleague about my temporary homelessness problem and offered me his attic, but I don’t feel very lucky. No, I feel nervous.

  I venture downstairs to see if there are any pictures of Luke around. But the only thing on his fridge is a Maxim calendar with March’s hot Latino girl putting her hand on her ass. There is nothing marking the day I’m coming. Yes, this is just another day for Luke. It doesn’t matter that we went to school together and even hooked up one time. He probably barely remembers me – the good girl who had a secret crush on the bad boy.

  The only thing to do is to rummage through the fridge, grab some chocolate pudding I bought yesterday, flop down at the kitchen table and dig in.

  Why do I need a picture to confirm it? Luke’s probably as hot and unattainable as ever. And as much of a jerk. He was an unrepentant jerk all through school, why would now be any different?

  I take a big spoonful of pudding and swallow. I don’t see why I’m making a big deal of this. My life’s not going to change here – I’m going to work, eat, sleep; guys are going to keep being perverted idiots.

  I check my phone again. I consider calling Mom but think better of it. I’m not sad enough for that – not yet. Her depressing alcoholic ramblings are enough to put me out of even my best mood. Though I can hardly blame her. Dad cheated on her with evil Margot, of all people.

  Back upstairs, I unpack another box or two, but, really, I’m just waiting for the sound of the front door opening. I’ll have to change before Luke comes in. No way am I having him see me like this, with my hair in something of a rat’s nest on my head and my nipples showing through my thin turtle-covered t-shirt. Finally, in exasperation, I respond to my dad’s text: Great!

  Then, I take a nap, glaring at my ceiling before I finally nod off. When I wake up and a quick dash downstairs has revealed that he’s still not back, I’ve had enough. I make my way to the bathroom, throw off all my clothes and step into the shower. There, under the high-powered nozzle’s spray of generous amounts of water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warm beads running down my skin. It’s not long before I’ve lost myself in the feeling, in the hot pleasure sliding over my body . . .

  Chapter Two - Luke

  Work was shit, but when I get home, it’s worse. I see a used pudding container by the sink and then I remember. Shit – that Emma girl. My new roomie. I’m really not in the mood to deal with someone I barely know, but I don’t have much of a choice. Hell, I’m the idiot who – in a rush of nostalgia – hearing the Commander talk about his temporarily homeless daughter and his less-than-pleased bitch wife, offered to let the chick stay in my attic, of all places.

  Kinda stupid. I’m especially screwed if the Commander finds out we hooked up ages ago. But it’s whatever; he won’t and it’s not like we’ll be hooking up now.

  I fumble through the cupboard, but my Cheetos are nowhere to be found. When I sit down at the kitchen table, my gaze falls on Parker’
s red Hot Wheels car lodged underneath the fridge. Ah, yes. Of course.

  When I walk to the bathroom, there’s the sound of water running inside. Shit – that must be where Emma is now. The only problem is, the Cheetos are in there too. I hide them in the cupboard under the sink so Parker can’t find them. That kid is a sneaky little devil, I swear. I basically have to hide any junk food the little guy has too much of a liking for. Chips, cookies, chocolate . . . You name it.

  Now I’m starving and the one thing I’m in the mood for I can’t get at. I knock on the bathroom door, but there’s no answer. The longer I wait, the more I think: Why not just slip in, grab them, and slip out again? If Emma couldn’t hear my knock, then she probably wouldn’t hear my quick Cheeto-grab. Even if she did come out of the shower, it wouldn’t be the worst thing . . . Besides, it’d be like a secret mission, like when my platoon used to sneak up on the enemy. Except this time the target would be a certain half-finished Cheeto bag.

  Smiling to myself, I slowly creak open the bathroom door and dive for the cupboard under the sink. Just as I do, the water snaps off, the curtain opens, and someone screams.

  Freezing, Cheeto-bag in hand, I’m speechless. It’s Emma – hell, is it Emma? She looks hot as hell. Those curves, those thick thighs and huge, pendulous tits, it’s . . .

  “What are you doing?” Her desperate voice shrills as she tries to cover herself. It’s a silly gesture, useless to cover all that delicious flesh with her short little arms.

  Next thing I know, she’s shoving past me, rushing out of there. The towel falls to allow me a juicy look at her huge ass. I stand there for a minute, replaying what just happened and what I just saw. Goddamn – if I had known Emma had gotten this sexy, I would’ve tried to reunite with her ages ago.