The more time passed, the more nervous I became, and by the time I heard the knocking on the door, I was already pacing around the room in circles and imagining the negative outcome.
Shit. Okay. Here we go. I opened the door and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw her. She was wearing one of her boring business suits, but she’d never looked prettier to me. Even though her face was pale and she had dark circles under her eyes, there was no one more beautiful than her.
“Alexandra.” I approached her, my hands itching to touch her, but I noticed the way she tensed and I halted mid-step. I smiled slightly at her, trying to ease the atmosphere, but she didn’t return it. Okay. I needed to take baby steps with her. “Come in.” I let her pass, stepping backward to give her some space.
She entered and stopped when she noticed how I’d decorated it.
“Oliver...,” she began, but her voice died off.
I closed the door, suddenly worried she would decide to bail from here. I got to the other part of the room, making sure to show her I didn’t want to pressure her or anything.
“I’m sorry if it was too much. Do you like it? I mean, I hope you like it. This doesn’t mean I wanted... I... Shit,” I was mumbling, terribly nervous, and I had to pull myself together. I moved my hand through my short hair and thought carefully about the right way to start our conversation. “Why don’t you take a seat?” I pointed at the chair that was placed opposite from the double bed.
“Okay.” She sat down on it and waited for me to take a seat somewhere. Strangely, I felt too restless to sit, so I just stood.
“Look, I saw the news about the hotel today, and now I understand why you were so angry yesterday.” She opened her mouth to say something, but I raised my hand to stop her and looked at her with my pleading eyes. “Please, let me just say this. That was a lie. We never planned to tear down that hotel. Shit, I want to do opposite from it.”
“Then why did that contractor say that?”
“To ruin the project.”
She looked at me like she couldn’t believe me. “What?”
“Yes. Someone lied to ruin our project.”
“I can’t believe you. That is not possible. That is horrible!”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Yes, it’s possible, and you’re right—it is horrible.” I sat on the bed and leaned my elbows on my knees. “Those things happen all the time in our line of business, Alexandra. There are people who would sell their own mother to beat their competition, and the market is too big. There are a lot of strong players, and each one of us wants to be the best.”
She paled and her eyes widened in shock and displeasure. “Do you want to say that your firm does those things too?”
My heartbeat accelerated again, realizing how my words sounded. “No! Of course not, Alexandra. Not all companies are like that. I assure you that LQT is not that kind of company. We’ve always worked hard to succeed on our own, without resorting to such things. We’re military, remember? We work together. We’re family.”
“How can I trust you, Oliver? I trusted you so far, but then I heard this...”
I wanted to take her into my arms badly, but I didn’t want to scare her away again. “No, Alexandra...” Shit. She had to believe me. “I’m not that kind of person. Everything I’ve told you until now is the truth. I do my job because I have passion for it. My partners and I are the same—we do things we love and we strive to be best on our own. We rely on our own strength and skills.”
“And how about the hotel?”
“I wanted this hotel for a long time. I had the vision for it from the start. I’ve always wanted to bring its old beauty back, and then you came—with your passion, vision, and talent—and I was hooked. You are perfect for the project and you are perfect for me. I’ve never wanted to demolish it, and assure you that hotel won’t ever be demolished as long as I’m involved.” I exhaled, deciding to be completely honest with her. “Look, the truth is that I worried a bit about not being able to give you all the funds you need for the project. I fully believe in you and I want you to redecorate it no matter how expensive it is, but according to my calculations, there was a possibility that finding all that money might not be possible.”
“What? But—”
“Look, that doesn’t mean I won’t find the money. I will find it because I want you to make your design come true, but in any case—the place won’t be torn down.”
She was just looking at me for several moments, twisting her hands on her lap as she thought about my words.
“I thought you were lying to me, you know. I thought you just wanted to use me and dump me when you got bored.”
Screw baby steps. I got up and crossed the room in two strides. I knelt in front of her and took her by the hands. I frowned when I felt how cold they were. “Angel, I never wanted to use you.” I kissed her hands, holding them tight. “I admit that I was a complete jerk in the beginning, and nothing justifies my awful behavior then, but it would be a lie if I told you I wasn’t attracted to you from the start. Then you showed me your worth during the interview and got me completely crazy for you these last few days.”
She was still frowning, like she couldn’t still believe my words completely. “Because of sex.”
“No, angel.” I kissed her hands again and looked her sincerely. “It was never just about sex. While I enjoy our sex more than anything I’ve enjoyed in my life, you’re more important to me—you, as a person. Alexandra...” I sighed. “I can’t be without you. I want you to believe me. I need you. I need you more than anything, and if you can’t believe me, than I don’t know what I’m going to do...”
She didn’t even move as she examined my face carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she finally said.
“Okay?”
She nodded and offered me a slight smile. “Okay. I believe you.” She shook her head and bit her lip. “This is really difficult for me, because I was really hurt, Oliver. I thought you were lying to me about everything... And this project means a lot to me. And not only this project.”
“Not only this project?”
“You also mean a lot to me.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her well. My heart threatened to jump out of my throat.
“Can you repeat that, angel?”
She bit her lip again, and of course, my cock immediately twitched. “You... You mean a lot to me.”
Alexandra. She was an angel. My angel. I actually wanted to jump from happiness. She believed me. She felt something for me.
That was it. I needed to have her right now.
Twenty
Oliver
I brought her face to mine and met her lips in a hurry that took us both breathless and hot for each other. “I need you, Alexandra. I need to fuck you senseless until the only thing you remember is that you are mine.”
She grabbed my face and thrust her tongue into my mouth, stroking mine with urgency that made my cock harder than ever. I needed to bury myself into her. I had to feel her soft, warm pussy.
“I am yours,” she said. “Boss.”
I smirked. “Boss?”
“Yes. Boss. It really turns me on when you order me every time we have sex. I love the way you control me.”
Shit, she had no idea what she was doing to me now. She was fucking perfect.
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Come here.” I guided her to the mirror. I made her face it and stopped directly behind her. “I want to take my time with you, but I’m not really sure if I would be able to do that since I’m desperate to fuck you now.”
I placed a kiss on her neck, and she shivered, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. I enjoyed the way she reacted to me. She was so sensitive. So fresh, so new.
“Oliver,” she breathed out, staring in daze at me in the mirror. She didn’t take eyes off me as I undressed her slowly, taking my time as I unbuttoned her jacket and her shirt. “What are y
ou doing?”
“Making one of my fantasies come true.”
I took off her clothes, leaving her in her high heels only. I looked at her body in the mirror, mesmerized with every single inch of her body. She was so hot. I kissed her neck, grabbing her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples.
They reacted immediately, becoming two hard buds as I rubbed them, and she was already panting and writhing.
“This is so good.” She brought her eyes to mine in the mirror, staring at me through her daze, and suddenly my pants and boxers became too tight for my cock. It begged me to release it as I slid my hands down and covered her hot, shaved pussy.
“You’re already wet for me, angel.” I groaned and grinded myself against her.
“Yes.”
“Tell me how much you want this?”
“So much, boss. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
Shit. I was going crazy for her.
I chuckled. “I will.” I moved my hands over her body again, caressing her smooth skin as we looked at each other in the mirror. I held onto her waist as I brought my hand back to her pussy that was now dripping wet. I pushed my fingers through her soft folds and reached her entrance. “Your pussy is so soft, Alexandra. And only mine.”
She shuddered, her pussy swallowing my fingers when I pushed them inside. My cock throbbed painfully, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to take this torture much longer. I thrust three fingers in and out of her fast, her pussy making the sloshing sounds as her juices gushed out of her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop! I will come.”
“And what if I stop?”
“No!”
Just as I felt her tense, as if she was really near her orgasm, I took out my fingers and gave her a hard look. “You didn’t say ‘please’. I won’t let you come until you behave like a good girl.”
She flushed, panting faster. Her tits rising and falling were too sexy.
“Please. Please, please, please, boss. I will be a good girl. I will listen to everything you say. Just... please...”
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me come.”
I grinned and thrust four digits inside of her, fucking her roughly. She screamed, losing herself once more on my fingers. I moved my other hand up and covered her breast, squeezing it. She closed her eyes as she was close to her orgasm, but I pinched her nipple hard, forcing her to open her eyes.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me while I make you come. Do you understand?”
Her eyes gained a darker shade of green, completely overwhelmed with her pleasure. “Y-yes,” she breathed out. I pushed into her several more times until she exploded, convulsing all around my fingers.
The next moment I moved away from her and took off my tie. “Lie down on the bed,” I ordered her. I removed all my clothes as she did what I’d told her to do. I pulled her arms up and used my tie to bond them together to the metal headboard. She gasped and her eyes widened when she realized what I was doing.
“Boss!”
I lay on top of her, sliding my hands over her whole body and kissing the places I’d previously touched. When she started trembling and begging me to fuck her, I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep into her.
“Yes. Oh shit, Alexandra. I needed this. I needed you.”
My rhythm was wild from the beginning, and I got lost in her completely. She was screaming after each thrust, her soaking wet pussy enabling me to slide in easily. I brought her legs on my shoulders and entered even deeper, sending her over the edge immediately. Her pussy milked and squeezed my cock as I rammed into her again and again. She was so sexy tied up like this to the bed, unable to move and fully under my control.
The second time she came on my dick we orgasmed together, our juices mixing as I leaned in and slammed my lips against hers.
She was mine. “You are so beautiful, angel.”
She smiled to me, looking completely spent. “You too, Oliver. I love you.”
For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her right. Then my breathing hitched and my heart went into overdrive. She loved me.
Alexandra Harris loved me.
Hell yeah!
This was all I ever needed. I smiled, feeling like the happiest man alive. “I love you too, Alexandra. I don’t ever want to get separated from you again.”
She kissed me again. “You won’t.”
I grinned wildly at her and showered her face with kisses. This had just turned into a best day of my life.
Epilogue
A year later
Alexandra
Today was the grand opening of the hotel. I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed, and here I was, cutting the ribbon with Oliver.
Oliver.
I looked at the man standing next to me as we faced the guests, and my heart expanded with happiness. It had been a year since I started dating Oliver, and since then we’d worked hard on renovating the hotel and bringing its old glory. I’d been able to make my designs come true and along with them—my dreams.
We were in the middle of a cocktail reception, but suddenly Oliver pulled me to the side and said, “It’s getting a bit boring here. Let’s sneak away to our bridal suite.”
I grinned, my pussy throbbing in response immediately. Our bridal suite was the suite we’d used that day when we admitted that we loved each other. I felt something warm filling me as I remembered that day. It was truly special, and it marked the start of our beautiful relationship.
Each day with Oliver was more exciting than the previous one. Our sex was simply amazing, and I loved the way he controlled me in our bedroom. I’d gotten to know him better and discovered we were more similar that I’d initially thought. We had the same passion for turning old into new and we continued working together on other projects too.
We went upstairs and entered the bridal suite, which was now completely different from then. It was beautiful—it looked exactly like I’d always envisioned it.
Suddenly, I felt too emotional. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
Oliver looked at me in worry. “What is wrong?”
“Oliver, you have no idea what you’ve done for me. This...” I motioned with my hand at the room, looking over its new furniture and restored walls and windows. Turning something that had been so old and ruined into such a pretty, breathtaking space was equal to a miracle for me, and it was all thanks to Oliver. “This is amazing. This is all I ever dreamed of... Until you. Now I have you and this hotel is just the way I wanted it to be... You made my dreams come true. Thank you.”
He approached me and kissed me, holding onto me tightly.
“No. I have to thank you. You are the one who made my dreams come true. I have you and there is nothing else that matters to me.”
He took a step backward and reached into the pocket of his jacket. The next moment he took a small jewelry box out of it, and my heart just stopped. He opened it and revealed a huge diamond ring that took my breath away. I looked at him, unable to think properly for a moment.
Was this...? Was this really...?
“Alexandra Harris, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?”
Oh my God.
Oh my God! Yes! “Yes,” I breathed out, feeling so happy. I couldn’t believe this!
I grinned like crazy when he took the ring out and brought it to my ring finger. I couldn’t believe he’d just proposed. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I was already lost in our passion.
I was already lost in him.
Oliver Talon, the man who I thought would be my enemy, would now be my partner for life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Beauty and the Billionaire Brothers
Copyright © 2017 by Nicole Elliot
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Kayla
Brushing her bangs from her forehead, Kayla looked up at the high-rise towering amidst the downtown skyline. This couldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t be. But she was about to walk inside and do the unthinkable—work for Wyatt Miller and Jason Wentmore.
What choice did she have?
None.
The blast of cold air kicked up from the sidewalk, smacking her face. She tucked the scarf closer to her chest. Chicago was bitter cold this time of year. She walked through the revolving doors, hating every step she took. She resented all of this. The fact that she was here. The fact that she was being used.
Kayla sighed, approaching the reception desk. Everything was covered in marble. If she didn’t hate where she was so much, she might stop and marvel at the architecture and artwork. It might be a corporate tower of global business, but it was decorated like an Italian museum with fine art and furniture.
“I’m here to see Mr. Miller and Mr. Wentmore.” She smiled at the receptionist. Did she know why she was here? Did everyone who worked for the company realize what was about to happen?
The woman pulled her glasses to the brim of her nose. “Do you have an appointment? That’s the top floor. They are quite busy. I don’t handle their schedule. They each have a personal assistant who informs me of any visitors.”
Kayla sighed. She wondered if they had made it difficult on purpose. If this was just part of the humiliation. Did they want her to turn beet red in the lobby?
“They…they are expecting me,” she explained.
The truth was she didn’t know if they were as anxious about this meeting as she was. Her stomach churned with nervousness. She could feel the stickiness on her palms.
“I don’t see anything on the daily guest log for any appointments today.” The assistant scrolled through the screen on her computer. “However, you can wait over there.” She pointed to a set of leather chairs. “I’ll try to get one of the assistants on the phone. What was your name?”
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