“And how long have you been working for Mr. Wilson?” one woman asked Mia.
“Umm, no, Janet. This my girlfriend, Mia, not my receptionist,” Cody explained.
Great, so I look more like a friggin superbly efficient receptionist than a superbly sexy girlfriend, evening’s off to a good start!
“Oh, my dear, I do apologize,” the now red-faced woman said.
Mia just smiled and was grateful that Sarah had moved away to talk to some teenagers and hadn’t overheard the comment.
The party was crowded, but Mia knew nobody. Izzy was nowhere to be seen, so Mia stuck to Cody throughout the evening. He was in his element talking about the center and all his work with the teenagers. Mia noticed him limping badly on his ankle once or twice, but other than that, he was doing very well.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for Mr. Wilson’s speech,” a loud voice said.
“Oh, shit. I hate this part, wish me luck,” Cody breathed to Mia.
“You don’t need luck, you’ll be fine,” she answered, feeling sorry for him as all eyes followed him to the front of the room.
“Firstly, I’d like to thank you all for coming tonight. I appreciate your support. Thrill Seekers, as many of you know is the most important thing in my life, apart from my beautiful girlfriend, Mia, of course!” He smiled to the back of the room, and all heads turned her way. Thanks for that, Cody, trying to just blend in here.
Cody continued, “The teenagers that come through the center’s doors are from disadvantaged backgrounds, and their families couldn’t afford anything like this experience without our help. We help the teenagers to enjoy an adventure vacation, but more importantly than that, we help them to discover themselves.”
“Hey, Mia, God, you look and smell great!” a voice she recognized said in her ear, making her turn to look straight into Sophia’s dark brown eyes.
Mia was surprised to see her standing there. “Hey is Callum with you? Cody will be so pleased you’re both here to support him.” Oh, fucking terrific, my partners in my sex crime are here tonight of all nights.
“Yep, but I don’t think Cody will be pleased after Cal says what he has to, Mia, I’m so sorry,” Sophia said before walking off to join her husband.
“Cody! Mr. Cody fucking Wilson, isn’t it?” Callum yelled, approaching the front of the room.
Cody stopped talking straight away, and the room fell silent. “Callum? Ladies and gentlemen this is my older brother, Callum.”
“You might wanna rephrase that to just, this is Callum,” Callum’s words were almost spat out, and Mia had no idea what he was going to say next or how Cody was going to react seeing him again; she stood up and walked toward the front of the room to join Sophia.
“What’s he doing, Sophia?” she asked, standing beside her now. Sophia was in ripped jeans and a T-shirt, hardly dressed for the occasion, and neither was Callum. Mia was panicking now, were they going to mention their threesome in front of everyone? But what was to be gained from that? Cody already knew anyhow, so it wouldn’t hurt him.
Cody went to move from his speaking position, but Callum stopped him, “No I want everyone here to listen to my words, Cody. This ladies and gentlemen isn’t Cody Wilson, it’s Cody Miller; his surname was altered by my late father to the family name of Wilson when he was adopted as a child.”
Gasps could be heard from the crowd, and now Mia noticed Izzy obviously ready for a story.
The color from Cody’s face had drained away; he was as white as snow.
“I’d, I’d no, no idea you’re lying,” he stuttered, obviously struggling to speak the words.
“Sophia, the papers please,” Callum instructed his wife, who dutifully passed him some paperwork.
He passed this to Cody who took it with shaking hands; it felt like the whole room held its breath as he read the words upon the paper.
“See, it’s true. I’m here to claim the wealth that’s rightfully mine and not yours,” Callum said, staring directly at Mia as he spoke the words. Cody looked up at Mia with his pale blue eyes brimming with tears, and a look of total confusion on his handsome face.
Interview with a Billionaire
Ever-changing lives
Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2016 by Sarah J. Brooks
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
31. Chapter One
“Come on folks, the party’s officially over. I’m asking everyone to leave and allow Mr. Wilson some privacy please,” Sarah ordered, even her voice wavered as she said Cody’s surname.
Cody began standing up from the chair that he’d collapsed onto when Callum had passed him the paperwork to read. His face was still pale, and he was visibly shaken by the whole adopted news; he rested his hands on the table in front of him.
Did you know? Why didn’t you tell me?
Callum, Sophia, and Mia stood around staring at Cody, “I’d like some time alone with Mia if you don’t mind.” His words were aimed directly at Callum, who simply grinned at him.
“Why? to make excuses? Should have told her, Cody,” Callum sneered before leaving the lounge with Sophia on his arm.
Cody motioned to the chair beside his, “Please Mia, sit down.”
“Why so you can lie to me?” she sighed, smoothing her red dress underneath her ass and sitting down on the chair beside Cody.
“Mia, I’ve not lied to you. I promise you that, please, believe me, pixie,” he pleaded with her, shifting in his chair so he could look at her.
Mia lowered her eyes to the floor. She didn’t want to look at him right now, she was hurt.
“How am I meant to believe you, Cody? Perhaps you just didn’t want to tell me everything, perhaps your whole friggin life’s a lie,” Mia whispered, still looking downward.
“Mia, please listen to me. I’d no idea I was adopted; I’m as shocked as you. My father always seemed closer to Callum than to me, and maybe that’s why. He never said anything, and neither did my mother before she passed away,” Cody had a sad tone to his voice.
“The papers Callum showed you proved it then, did they?”
“Yes, they did. I’m apparently Cody Miller. I’ve lived my whole life as Cody Wilson, can you believe that, Mia? I’m a completely different person now to who I was this morning.” He sighed. Mia glanced at him, noticing how his head was now in his hands.
“Cody, I’m so sorry for doubting you,” she said quietly.
“Perhaps you’re just scared that I might lose my wealth, Mia; after all, what am I without my wealth?”
You surely didn’t actually just say that, did you?
“Seriously? You think I’m that friggin shallow? How could you even say that to me?” Mia felt her eyes filling wi
th tears; his words were hurtful, spiteful.
Cody looked at her, “I didn’t know you prior to me being a billionaire, Mia, so how do I know that my wealth didn’t attract you?”
Mia stood up now so sharply that her chair tumbled backward. She stood in front of Cody looking down at him. “I only met you cos I came here to do a stupid story on you and the center. I didn’t come here for any other reason, you jerk. You having money didn’t matter to me; it wasn’t important. I didn’t even include it in any reports I’ve done on you.”
“Perhaps it wasn’t important in the beginning Mia, but perhaps it is now,” Cody replied, also standing up now and looking down at her. Mia felt at an instant disadvantage because of his height; she felt beneath him as though he were looking down his nose at her.
“There are a lot of ‘perhaps’ in that sentence, Cody, and you were the one who always babbled on about never sodding well assuming. Perhaps, and yes, I did use the word too, you should be asking me rather than simply assuming,” she said.
“I’m going to bed, Mia. I’ve had more than enough for one night, and my friggin ankle’s killing me.”
“Really, you’re leaving it right there? You’re not the person you thought you were, but that doesn’t give you the right to think I’m not the person you thought I was either.”
“Shit, that’s confusing, Mia. You’re tying yourself in knots now; I’ve had more than enough for one night. I’m off to bed.”
“Really, that’s where you’re leaving it?”
“Yep, I’ve told you. My ankle’s killing me, and I’ve been humiliated in front of important guests who probably won’t want anything to do with me or Thrill Seekers now, so yep, that’s where I’m leaving it!” His voice was growing louder now.
“Do you want me to help you upstairs?” Mia offered. Whatever had been said between them tonight, she still loved him and cared about him. She put her hand out and touched his arm gently, but he pulled away from her as though she were contagious.
Jeez, talk about melodramatic!
Mia lowered her hand, saying nothing.
Cody shuffled around the back of her, nearly tripping over her fallen chair and left the quiet lounge, no goodnight, no smile, not even a look.
Right, well, not quite the end to the evening I’d hoped for.
“You okay?” Sarah asked.
Mia glanced up, “Yes, Sarah I will be. Cody’s just upset that’s all and taking it out on me. I’m off to bed, can you manage to clear up?”
“Yes, don’t be worrying about that Mia; I can clear up. He’ll come around, I’m sure; it’s obvious he loves you, so he’ll see sense in the end, I’m sure of it,” Sarah replied. Mia felt her arm going around her bare shoulders.
“I wish I could believe that, Sarah. Goodnight, you did a great job tonight,” Mia whispered, turning to face Sarah who now flung her arms around Mia’s waist.
“My dad always says that everything happens for a reason, Mia; hang in there.”
Mia smiled at the pretty receptionist, breaking free from her strong embrace. Sarah meant well, but Mia had her doubts about Cody coming around. He’d caught hold of the idea that she wouldn’t be interested now because his wealth may have vanished. She’d no idea where his thoughts had come from as she’d never made a big deal of his billionaire status at all.
She sat down and removed her strappy sandals while Sarah began clearing everything up; the guests hadn’t even eaten the buffet.
“Hey, you got any food I could grab? Cos I’m starving,” Mia asked.
“Sure, I was gonna help myself in a minute, anyway, Mia; I’ll fetch you some.” Sarah had also kicked her shoes off and now padded off into the kitchen, her small pert ass wriggling sexily in the black cat suit.
God, girl you’re incorrigible; you can’t look at every sexy girl as your next conquest!
She sat and waited for Sarah to return with the food and began imagining herself with the receptionist. Sarah was petite, but her breasts were anything but petite. Mia had spied them before, attempting to spill excitedly from Sarah’s shirt.
I’d love to suckle your nipples and feel your moist tongue brushing my swollen clitoris.
Mia was feeling horny. The evening had been tense, and she needed to unwind. She could feel her black lace panties growing damper by the second as she moved in the chair rubbing herself against its hardness. She was grateful for the nipple covers as she knew her rose-tipped buds would be rock hard now.
“Damn you, Cody. I could’ve done with a hard fuck tonight,” she whispered, rubbing herself against the cold hard chair faster and wondering if she’d time before Sarah came back to satisfy herself.
She turned around on the chair, noticing how the thigh-high splits had fallen open, and her red dress was now between her legs with her super-smooth thighs on display. Mia began running her hands up and down her thighs slowly, opening her legs wider.
Should I risk this? What if Sarah sees me? I’m so wet—it won’t take long.
Mia’s fingers brushed against her soaked panties, and she moaned softly to herself. The index finger from each hand slid inside her lace panties, one finding her sensitive clitoris immediately and the other one sliding into her hot, wet sheath gently.
She looked down and could see her pert, naked, apart from the nipple covers, breasts bouncing up and down in the tight bodice of her dress.
“Oops, shall I go and leave you to it, or do you umm fancy a hand?” Sarah’s voice asked from beside Mia.
“Oh, fuck! Shit, Sarah sorry. God, what must you think of me?” Mia asked breathlessly.
“Actually, I think you’re an incredibly hot woman who’s horny, and who’s now turned me on too,” Sarah replied quietly, now standing in front of Mia staring down at her bare thighs and biting her bottom lip.
“You like what you see?” Mia asked, looking up at the young receptionist, who she hoped was over 18-years-old but right now didn’t actually give a damn. “How old are you Sarah?” she asked, deciding that it really did matter.
“Just turned 19, Mia, so plenty old enough; although I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“I only had my first lesbian experience a little while ago, Sarah, and I loved it. If you’re sure, then I’d love to be your first.” Mia couldn’t believe Sarah was up for it. She was only Cody’s receptionist, so would it matter?
“Let me lock the lounge doors, Mia,” Sarah’s answer was enough to confirm to Mia that she was indeed sure and that Mia would be her first lesbian encounter. She smiled up at Sarah as she stood in front of her, now looking down at Mia on the chair. Mia stood up, allowing her dress to straighten itself; she wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck and felt Sarah’s arms going around her slim waist.
Their lips touched. Sarah’s lips were so soft and warm. Her lips parted slightly, and Mia saw this as an invitation, slipping her moist tongue into Sarah’s wet mouth; she heard Sarah groaning and plunged her tongue further into her mouth. Kissing her was more intoxicating than kissing either Sophia or Izzy; her lips felt like velvet.
The harder Mia kissed her, the harder Sarah kissed her back, and the louder they both moaned.
Mia pulled her closer, holding her head gently.
“God, you’re so sexy, Sarah,” Mia breathed huskily, wanting to explore every inch of Sarah.
Sarah sighed softly. “I’m so horny; make me come Mia.”
Mia kissed her even harder, letting her hands drop down to her ample cleavage, and as she caressed Sarah’s firm breasts through the thin material of her black catsuit, she heard Sarah gasping. Mia began unzipping the catsuit, much to Sarah’s delight as she heard her giggling.
“No bra, hmm, my favorite type of tits, naked!” Mia exclaimed, making Sarah giggle even more.
She could see Sarah’s naked sweetly curved mounds trying desperately to make an appearance and straining against the opening now made by the zipper being pulled down. Mia slowly pulled the opening further apart releasing her breasts; she pulled
the catsuit from Sarah’s slim shoulders so she was now standing totally naked down to her petite waist.
Mia gasped as she stared at Sarah’s magnificently bare breasts, they were standing to attention with their erect darker pink nipples pointing directly toward Mia. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical and pert. Mia just stared, drinking in her beauty.
“What’s wrong?” a worried Sarah asked. “You don’t like them?”
“Good God, girl no; they’re beautifully sexy. I just can’t stop looking at their perfection.”
Mia cupped a breast in each hand and started to fondle them gently, they felt incredible. It was like Mia’s first time all over again because Sarah’s breasts were so much softer than either Izzy’s or Sophia’s. Sarah’s lips were upon hers, kissing her hard while Mia’s hands didn’t stop their mission of caressing her breasts.
Sarah stopped kissing her while she started to undo the tie-up fastening on Mia’s bodice; Mia sighed quietly, still massaging and kneading Sarah’s breasts and pinching her dark pink nipples.
Shit, nipple covers not the most flattering thing in a sexual encounter. Do I tell her or let her find them?
Mia needn’t have worried, “Oh, wow, I was thinking about using them tonight, are they comfortable?”
Kind of a passion killer, but at least she’s honest, I guess.
“Very comfy, but let’s just say I’ll be glad to get them off now.” She hoped her words would be enough of a hint for Sarah, and luckily they were; Sarah gently peeled them away from Mia’s skin.
“Shit does that hurt?” Sarah asked when Mia gasped.
“No, not at all. I gasped cos it’s turning me on,” Mia whispered.
There was a loud knock on the lounge door, followed by Izzy’s voice. “Mia, are you in there? I need to see you, it’s urgent, Mia.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Mia exclaimed, pulling the bodice up around her naked breasts. “What now?”
“I’ll get the door, you just sort your dress,” Sarah said, pushing her arms into her tight catsuit and doing the zipper back up.
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