100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  It’s time for the truth.

  I take a deep breath as I hear the metallic jingle of the elevator doors swinging open and, refusing to wait a second longer, I step outside onto his floor. I make my way toward his door and rap my knuckles against it, my heart racing even faster now. I hear nothing from the other side of the door, so I just knock again.

  My knees buckle under my weight as the door finally swings open; on the other side stands Malcolm, handsome as always. He looks at me with an unreadable expression, and then takes one step back to allow me in.

  “I’ve been expecting you,” he finally says as he closes the door behind the two of us.

  “You’ve… been expecting me?” I ask him as I turn to face him.

  “I have,” he merely says, leading the way toward his living room. I follow after him and sit on the couch after he does, placing my purse between the two of us. I run my tongue over my lips, wetting them, and prepare to do what I came here to.

  “I came here because… I need to tell you something, Malcolm. I can’t go on like this. I—I have a secret.”

  “A secret?” He arches one eyebrow and places one leg on top of the couch, turning so that his whole body is facing me. Folding his arms over his chest, he waits for me to continue speaking. “What kind of secret, Athena?”

  “I haven’t been truthful with you. I lied. I… I don’t even know where to start, Malcolm. I feel terrible.” I look into his eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he just stares back at me with that enigmatic expression. I take a deep breath and then find the necessary strength to continue. “Ben has been pressuring me. He wants you to fall in love with me so that you’ll lose the buy-in and… He wants to ruin you, Malcolm, and I’ve been a part of it. He threatened me, and he --”

  “I know,” he suddenly says, cutting me short and reaching for me. He lays his hand on top of mine and then opens up into a smile. “I know about everything.”

  “Everything…?”

  “Everything,” he nods. “Ben, the tapes… I know about it all.”

  I’m so stunned that I can’t even look him in the eyes. Averting his gaze, I pull my hand from his and fold my fingers over my lap, looking down at my hands. Malcolm knows…

  Oh God.

  “I’m sorry, Malcolm, I really am,” I tell him, feeling tears start to sting my eyes. I force myself to look up at him, shame and fear welling up inside my heart.

  “Hey, hey,” he whispers, caressing my face with the back of his hand. “I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck, Athena. You came in here, you told me about it… And that’s all that matters. Fuck Ben, fuck the tapes … fuck all that. You’re the only thing that matters.”

  “But--”

  “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, Athena. I promise you. I had a bit of luck, and had an anonymous investor who has made a guaranteed investment promise and I used the paperwork from that promise to get an advance loan. I used that money and had Andrew buy the tapes from Ben. You’re safe now,” he continues, his soothing voice making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. But then, when I finally comprehend the meaning behind his words, I can’t help but jump up to my feet.

  “You what?!” I ask him, my jaw hanging open. I can’t believe that he used the money I invested in his company to save me. I gave him a way out, so that he could save himself… And instead he sacrificed himself and his company to save me.

  “Yeah, I used that money to buy the tapes. I signed the Love Declaration. Andrew showed Ben and he got so mad and pissed off he wasn’t thinking right and started looking for someone to buy the tapes of you,” Malcolm says.

  I stare in horror as Malcolm continues, “I’ll be in debt to the investor, but considering everything I owe… It’s not like it matters. Besides, I don’t give a fuck about money. Not anymore. All I care about is you, Athena,” he says, going up to his feet and taking one step toward me. “You’re my everything.”

  “But…” I start. “Your company. You won't be able to pay back the investor…” I finish.

  He doesn’t say anything.

  I’m afraid to speak.

  I look at him, not knowing what to say. He threw away every chance he had to save himself, in exchange for… my safety.

  “I love you, Athena,” he breathes out in a whisper, cupping my right cheek with one hand and leaning in to kiss me. Our lips brush together and I offer him a pale smile.

  “I love you too, Malcolm … and it was me.”

  “It was you that…?” he asks me.

  “I’m the mystery investor. I wanted to… save you from Ben.”

  “Jesus,” he breathes out, and for the first time since I stepped foot inside his apartment, he sounds genuinely surprised. He looks away from me as if to collect his thoughts; then, when he turns back to look at me, there’s a radiant smile on his lips. “I can’t believe you did that, Athena. But … it just goes to prove that I’ve picked the right woman,” he finishes, and then kisses me again. “And I don’t ever want to lose you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I want you to be my wife,” he suddenly says, his unblinking eyes focused on mine. This time he isn’t smiling—no, he’s dead serious right now.

  “Are you…?”

  “Yes, I’m proposing,” he whispers, a thin smile now taking shape on his lips.

  “YES!” I shout, putting my arms around him and pulling him close. “YES!” I continue, tears streaming down my face, except this time, I welcome these tears.

  Because they’re tears of joy.

  That’s all I remember before Malcolm wraps his arms around me and my world goes black.

  26

  Athena

  I swear to all the stars in the heavens, being with Malcolm is turning me into a dude. I don’t see him for a few days and I want to fuck him. He gets angry, and I want to fuck him. He has good news, and I want to fuck him. The sun rises in the east, and I want to fuck him.

  Ben has gotten what he fucking deserves, and it was a long time coming, if you ask me. So I don’t see any better way to celebrate than to fuck the living daylights out of Malcolm. I'm sure he won’t object too much.

  Another reason that I think I'm becoming a dude, or at the very least learning to like fucking like dudes like fucking, is because my wants are changing wildly. The other day in my office I wanted angry, rough, panty-tearing sex. Right now? I want to be the one who is aggressive. Rough sex is always good and maybe there'll be some torn clothes by the end, but it'll be his shirt or pants if I have my way.

  “What're you thinking?” Malcolm asks, looking at me with a little bit of concern in his eyes. Shit! I must've gone deeper into my mind than I'd realized.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I respond, trying to cover my lapse in concentration. I'm not sure why but I've always done that. I can lose myself in my own thoughts. Friends have told me I get a far-off blank look on my face.

  “Ummm, yeah I would.”

  “I was thinking about your cock,” I say, not finding a reason to hold off any longer.

  “Well, okay then,” he answers with a big grin on his face. No surprise—he likes this topic of conversation. “Were you thinking about anything particular, or just a general mental survey of my cock?”

  “Shut up and find out, big boy,” I tease, stepping up to him and looping one arm over his shoulder so I can put my hand on his head and pull him in for a kiss. My other hand heads in the opposite direction. I find the shaft of his cock, hardening and pushing against his jeans from the inside. He’s hot in my hand. I give a few firm squeezes. The moan I draw from him feels divine radiating through his lips.

  “It’s my turn,” I say, finally breaking the kiss but keeping our faces close. “In my office, I let you have me. Tonight, you’re going to let me have you.” I press my lips to his before he can answer and to emphasize the point, I push my tongue into his mouth aggressively.

  “What if I don’t want to give in so easily?” Malcolm asks, his eyes dark with l
ust once he’s able to pry his face away from mine. His questions say he doesn’t want this, but his body is betraying the truth.

  “I was hoping you wouldn’t,” I start, and then plant a small peck on his lips. “But I’m betting that eventually you’ll want to give in.”

  So this is not going completely like I’d planned, but what can I expect from thirty seconds of preparation? I have to up my game if I’m going to get what I want.

  “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” I push away from him. Malcolm’s arms are around me in a flash and he pulls me tight to him. Luckily, my one hand is pinned pointing downward. “Trust me, this’ll be worth your time.” I give his shaft a particularly hard squeeze. He flinches but his mouth turns up in a smirk. With that, he lets me go.

  I rush to the bedroom with the sound of Malcolm’s grunt of appreciation in my ears as I go. I’m glad I decided to wear the little black skirt that hugs every part of me just right. Some things are worth investing in. Normally, I wouldn’t spend $300 on just a skirt, but that day in the shop… Once I had it on, the sales lady had me. There was no way I was leaving without it. Hell, I wore it out of the shop. Today, that investment is paying off big time.

  I find my bag in the corner and throw it on the bed. When I said I’d planned for only thirty seconds, that wasn’t totally accurate. I’d packed some fun stuff before I came over here. I just hadn’t put much thought into how I was going to use the things I’d packed. That part of the plan was where I’d only spent thirty seconds of thought. Now with Malcolm still hanging onto his dominant status, I have to think quickly.

  Luckily, in terms of lingerie, I’d only brought one outfit. It’s the set that I jokingly call, in my mind, The Complete Package. Six-inch, black, stiletto heels with a peep-toe and one-inch platform, because you have to start with a good foundation, right? Black stockings made of real silk with a six-inch split in the back that’s laced with red satin ribbon that clips to a matching black garter belt. Crotchless panties made of the same black lace. Add the cup-less bra and it’s The Complete Show. There’s no fucking way he’s going to resist this.

  But, I’m not done. I’d packed some of my friends: Nipple clamps and my favorite vibrator. The vibrator is totally for me but not in the way most people would assume. I’ve always wanted to use a vibrator in bed with a man.

  Unfortunately, every man I’ve ever fucked up to this point has been intimidated by Bob. Yes, I named my vibrator. What woman hasn’t? I didn’t spend too much time thinking of the name when I bought him. The name Bob is actually an acronym: Battery Operated Boyfriend.

  I think I read it in a Dark Angel book.

  Anyway, I’m hoping this is the right time to introduce B.O.B. to Malcolm. Pushing my skirt down my legs, I then pop out the buttons on my blouse and let it float down my arms. I climb on the bed, propping myself up against the pillows. My heels dig into the bedspread as I part my knees. I twist the knob at the base of B.O.B., turning him to the highest setting, and then press the button on the side to select the pulse setting.

  I’m already revved up so no need to ease into this. I rub the tip over my clit, letting the vibrations pulse through me.

  Damn! This feels sooooooo good. I’d been planning on calling Malcolm in immediately, but maybe I can indulge myself for just a few moments first.

  My free hand finds my nipple. It’s so convenient that they’re sticking straight out without a bra covering them, the cool air making them hard. I tug at them while I continue to rub my clit. I can feel the air cooling the wetness clinging to the lips of my pussy. B.O.B. is another one of those investments that I don’t regret making. You get what you pay for when it comes to toys, and B.O.B. has paid off many times over.

  My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as I let the tip of my vibrator slip between the very edges of my lips. The pulsing reminds me of Malcolm rocking back and forth as he pulls in and out of my pussy. I pull back and run the freshly-wetted tip over my clit again, the cooling sensation driving me even farther on. I know there’s an orgasm building inside of me. The warm comfort of release is on the horizon and I’m moving toward it.

  I switch nipples while pushing the vibrator back between my lips. My mind forms an image of Malcolm to go along with what’s happening to my body. I push a little farther in. The black head of the vibrator slips fully inside me. The vibrations pulse through my body, causing my hips to move. I can see Malcolm’s eyes, full of intense lust drilling through me, in my imagination.

  So much closer now to letting go. To tipping over the edge of pleasure.

  “Get in here,” I yell, keeping my eyes shut and pulling B.O.B. back out of me. I let the tip slide over my clit once more and the counter-rhythms of vibration and pulsing cause a tingling sensation to start in my toes and race up my body. The feelings are magnified across my tits as I roll my nipple between my fingertips.

  By the time Malcolm opens the bedroom door, I’m panting from excitement. I’m so fucking close to cumming…

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he says, seeing what’s happening in his bed. He starts across the room.

  “Not so fast,” I warn, stopping him in his tracks. “As you can see, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I say, staring straight at him for effect as I continue to move the tip of the vibrator up and down over my clit. “If you want to join us, you’re going to follow orders. Am I clear?”

  “Yes,” Malcolm finally answers after a moment’s hesitation. I’m sure he was calculating his options, trying to decide if it was better to play along or overpower me. Frankly, either one would’ve been the right answer.

  There’s a lot to be said for being completely powerless with this man. instead, he picked the submissive route. Which is also a good choice and I plan to reward him well for his choice.

  “What would you like me to do?”

  “I want you to take off your clothes. Make it sexy.” I pull slightly at my nipple and moan a little for effect.

  Malcolm’s mouth turns up just slightly at the corner as he begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. So much for tearing it off him, but there’ll be other chances, I’m sure. God bless him for not wearing an undershirt. Each button reveals a little more of his tanned and very toned chest.

  “I like it when you undress for me,” I tease, turning the tip back into me so that it’s resting between my lips again. I suck in a breath as the vibrations start up again. The pulse setting is one of my favorites because it allows me to prolong the pleasure of using B.O.B. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” Malcolm responds, pulling the tails of his shirt free from his waistband before shucking the entire garment from his shoulders. I really enjoy watching it flutter to the ground.

  “This is my friend B.O.B.,” I say, switching to my husky fuck-me voice. “You don’t have a problem with him, do you?” I ask watching intently as Malcolm switches his attention to his shoes. I appreciate that he doesn’t spend a lot of time on them. Instead, he kicks them off quickly and then sets to work slowly unbuckling his belt.

  I’m still running the tip of the vibrator over my clit and I can feel the orgasm coming closer now. If I keep going at this pace, I’ll go off without his help. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Judging by the way he’s keeping his eyes on me as he undresses, I’m thinking he might like to watch.

  “Seems like you and B.O.B. are really good friends,” Malcolm teases as he steps out of his pants. “I like what he does for you.”

  “Mmmmmmm, yeah. He’s very good to me.” My voice has taken on that husky quality that means I’m really turned on. I don’t try to make my voice do that; it’s just an automatic reaction.

  Malcolm starts walking toward the bed. “If you’re not a good boy,” I warn, “it may end up just being B.O.B. in here with me.”

  That stops him in his tracks.

  “What does being a good boy mean to you?” I can tell by the upturned corner of his mouth that he’s starting to enjoy this.

  “I’m taking care of thin
gs over here, but I can’t really tell if you’re into it,” I say, trying to stall for time. I really should plan these things out better. “I think you should stroke your cock while I watch.” I push the vibrator back between the folds of my pussy and let out a small moan of satisfaction to emphasize my point that he should play along.

  Malcolm’s sly smile widens as he reaches into his tight boxer briefs. I push the vibrator in deeper than I’d intended and the surging pulses surprise me. “Ohhhhh,” I exclaim. “That’s nice,” I say quickly, trying to cover. I have to keep control of the situation or Malcolm will think that he has a chance to take over. Not tonight.

  I leave B.O.B. inside of me, working the smooth rubber shaft in and out of me just a little as Malcolm strokes the shaft I want to be in me instead.

  I watch intently as he begins to jerk his cock. I want to see exactly what he does to himself so I can be better. My study of his technique is going to last about three seconds. Oh my fucking God. I’ve never watched a man stroke his own cock… well, at least not for very long. Some guys I’ve been with would stroke it a couple of times to keep it hard while we changed positions.

  But there’s something completely different about a man stroking his cock for pleasure. I keep moving the vibrator in and out of me while I grow increasingly interested in Malcolm’s actions. The way his hand moves along his shaft, the skin bunching and sliding in time with his hand.

  I love watching him get hard. At first, he’s mostly hard, but it’s still pointed downward, but as he works it, I can see the rigidity increasing.

  Malcolm’s breathing speeds up. His eyes are squinting. My pussy’s getting so wet, I can hear the wet slopping sounds as I move B.O.B in and out of me. That’s when a thought crosses my mind that’s so deliciously depraved, I can’t help but act on it.

  “You like stroking that cock, don’t you?” I keep my eyes locked on his as he continues to stroke and I keep the vibrator moving. “You know exactly how to handle that beast, don’t you? You’ve had a lot of practice. Do you ever jerk off while thinking about me?”