100 Days: A Billionaire Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Tia: Well, if you had listened to me, you'd know that If you go past Tulum, like I said, there is a nude beach?

  Alexis: (perking up) huh? Serious?

  Tia: And let’s just say that they’re packing…how do you say it…12 inches?

  Alexis: OMG! That’s why you told me to head to the pyramids?! I’m so there! Heading to the bus now!

  Tia: Let that be a lesson! Always listen to your Work Mom!

  To celebrate my WorkMom, just drop a reply back to me saying #WorkMom.

  Hugs and kisses and lots of love,

  Alexis

  Slutting It Up

  Oops. I Did It Again.

  I swear to God I can't get Britney out of my head. Because after several days of not hearing back from WineBar, I kinda let my hormones do the talking for me. Or at least the screwing.

  I dunno what's going on with him. Firstly, he hasn't called or texted me back since he and I spoke on FaceTime.

  Second, I have texted him a few times. Just to draw him out. But no response. For whatever reason, this guy has gone dark on me. He's stopped answering everything.

  I'm sorry. But you don't get so busy so fast that you can't even respond to one text message? With maybe even just a smiley face? It's not that hard?? Right???

  Add to the fact that after not getting some for a few days, I'm really really really REALLY uhmm....horny?

  My Naughty Angels who I talked to were like just cool it. Take a cold shower. Do something else to get your mind off. But sorry, my occupation is to write about love and sex. And everything I do reminds me of the fact that I'm not getting any.

  So Thursday, I went out. No Mom. No Dad. No friends. Dressed in my black fuck me boots and wearing the tightest and most eye-catching Dolce dress that I have. Boobs literally spilling out. And I headed to a bar downtown - Foley's.

  I'm from the city. I'm a city girl. Versed in the ways of seduction. It literally took me 10 minutes and one Cosmo to find the guy that I settled on for the evening. Spent the evening making sure he wasn't a weirdo. Made sure I had condoms in my purse. He's a doctor at the hospital that my Mom works at (go figure?). Single. No kids.

  It was a foregone conclusion this guy was taking me back. Cock, not as big as WineBar and WineBar has better abs, but DoctorDick knew how to use what God gave him. And he took me to paradise. Plenty of times. Enough to satisfy me at the end and leave me panting.

  I went home around 3 am. Snuck in like I used to back in high school. Lay down on the bed. And wondered whether I should feel happy or sad.

  Hugs and kisses and lots of love,

  Alexis

  Afterword

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  Now for some featured short stories…

  Athena’s Puzzle, a short story by Alexis Angel.

  All followed by, Malcolm’s Affair, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.

  Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  Athena’s Puzzle

  Malcolm

  I half-filled my glass with scotch and downed the whole thing at once, letting it burn down my throat. It’s been awhile since I tasted scotch for the last time, but I found myself in dire need of a drink.

  Why?

  Well, I wasn’t feeling bad, sad or whatever the fuck normal, well-adjusted people would call it. I was just feeling worried. I was the luckiest man in the world, having the most amazing woman by my side, and still I couldn’t brush off this worry.

  I moved in with Athena six months ago, and these have been the absolute best days of my life. I was broken, now I’m whole. However lame that might sound, it was simply the absolute truth.

  We lived in One57, even though I knew Athena would have preferred a more suburban lifestyle one day. I mean, Athena had a lot of stuff. Closets full of shoes. Dresses. Bric-a-brac. Knick knacks. Books. Plates. You name it.

  I had to give up my man cave and move a lot of shit into storage when she came. But I wasn’t moving to suburbia. And I was okay. As long as I had my queen. We’re billionaires, and she gets it. New York City is our nation and One57 is where our tribe dwells, and we were bound by duty as its citizens. Together, Athena and I manage our disparate empires. And I love spending my days with Athena.

  My Athena, the perfect woman.

  So, why was I feeling worried? The first few months after we moved in togehter were nothing short of perfect, but during the past few days I couldn’t help but notice that she was acting somewhat strangely.

  First, she started leaving at odd times during the day, telling me she had meetings to go to. Thing is, whenever I checked with her assistant, there seemed to be no meetings on her schedule. And then there were the incessant phone calls and text messages… What was up with that? I asked her, and her answer was a standard one - work.

  It was always about work.

  I didn’t mind that she worked her ass off. Hell, I loved that she had found something she felt passionate about. But that… That was just becoming plain suspicious.

  Now, I was trying not to think of it but it was becoming damn hard not to. What if she was - fuck, I can’t even say this - cheating on me?

  Fuck, that was impossible. There was no way on Earth that Athena would do that to me. No fucking way. But the question remained… If she wasn’t cheating on me, just exactly was she doing? And why did she feel the need to hide from? She had never done that before.

  I had to know what was going on.

  The first time I spoke to her about it, she brushed it off once again. Work, she said, shrugging as if I was the one acting strange. Then, when I pressed her for what kind of work it was, she actually shrugged once again and said “you know, meetings and stuff.”

  Seriously, what the fuck? That shit just wasn’t right. I knew she was hiding something from me and I needed to know what.

  It all started getting real one night. And when I say real, what I mean is fucked up. And, to top it all off, it was the night before my birthday.

  We were lying in bed together, still sweaty from a three hour long sex-marathon, when her cell phone buzzed. She picked it up and, instead of taking the call in front of me, she scurried away to the bathroom. Now, why the fuck would she do that?

  And, worst than that, when she took the call just before closing the bathroom door, it seemed I could hear a man’s voice on the other side on the line.

  I needed to face the truth. If she was cheating on me, I needed to know. There was no use in running from it. But fuck, if that was it, if that was the truth of it… Fuck. Just fuck. I didn’t even want to think of it. That shit would just ruin me.

  That night I fell asleep feeling like shit, thoughts of betrayal hammering inside my head. Athena woke up early, happy as always and, instead of waiting for me so that we could have breakfast together in the balcony, she got dressed in a hurry.

  “Gotta go, Malcolm. Work,” she leaned into me and kissed my cheek.

  “Already?” I asked, already not liking it one bit. She never left the room that early, let alone because of work.

  “Yeah, I have an urgency meeting right now.”

  “With who?”

  “You know, it’s work.”

  Right, fucking work again. I was already becoming tired at that same fucking answer.

  The moment she left, I jumped out of bed in an instant and got dressed as fast as I could, just grabbing some jeans and a plain shirt and head out my apartment and into the elevator. I got downstairs just in time to see her turn a corner, heading straight to the building acro
ss the street. She was not leaving the area then; whatever she was up, she was going to do right here.

  Fuck, I couldn’t believe that I was actually following her around, like some fucking jealous teenager. But my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I needed to know, I just needed to. And the more I followed her, seeing her head straight to the lobby of the building and go to the concierge, the more I started to worry.

  Where exactly was she going? And who was she meeting with? Fuck, I wasn’t liking any of that shit.

  I swallowed hard in anxiety. What if she wasn’t cheating…? Fuck, I was becoming paranoid. Whatever was going, I had to solve it fast or else I’d really risk going crazy.

  It didn’t take much to ask the doorman the tell me what floor she had gotten off on and make my way over there.

  I took a deep breath and prepared mentally to knock at that door - or just fucking kick it down - and see once and for all what was really going on. But the moment I was about to walk towards it, the door swung open and Athena stepped outside and looked straight at me.

  What the fuck?

  “Took you long enough to finally get here,” she said to me and I looked at her in puzzlement.

  She stepped back, letting me see what she was talking about.

  “I brought all the stuff you moved in to storage when I moved in and put it in this apartment,” she said to me. “That way, if you needed some ‘man time’ all you had to do was cross the street,” she finished.

  Of course. It made sense. There was no other apartment available in One57 – no amount of money would buy me one.

  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  Such thoughtfulness. Such tenderness.

  “Fuck, babe,” was all I could say. But she understood and I saw a smile light up her face.

  It was a perfect day, and it needed to end on a perfect note.

  “Ready to christen this place?” she asked me.

  We made the way to our room pretty quickly and, the moment we were inside, it became impossible to resist her a minute longer. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me, kissing her as if it was the first time all over again.

  She pulled my jacket down my arms and started to unbutton my shirt hurriedly; soon, her fingers had found my crotch, and she pressed her hand there, making me hard in less than one second. She grabbed my hard cock and gave it a squeeze before she unbuckled my pants and started to unbutton them.

  Grabbing both the hem of my jeans and my trousers, she yanked them down, my cock springing free and eager for her touch. Her fingers curled around it and I closed my eyes as she started to stroke me. When I opened them up, she was already on her knees, looking up at me with a mischievous smile on her lips.

  She leaned for me then, parting her lips, and started to suck my tip ever so gently. She opened her mouth slowly and soon enough my cock was rolling over her full lips. She pressed her tongue against my cock and pulled her head back, allowing my whole length to slide back out.

  She licked it then, her hand starting to stroke him as she wrapped her lips over my pulsing erection once more.

  Her lips moved slowly over my tip, her tongue lapping at it and making me completely crazy. She smacked her lips as she pulled out again, the sound of it making me throb against her curled fingers.

  Fuck, I couldn’t take it. I grabbed a handful of her hair and started to push her mouth down my cock, the anxiety of flaming desire lashing it out all over my body.

  She sucked and licked me as her hand kept busy stroking me, my thick cock completely ravaging her mouth. When she looked up at me, my cock going in and out of her mouth at full speed, I actually had to take a deep breath in order to stop myself from cumming.

  Fuck, I was becoming delirious.

  Still grabbing at her hair, I started thrusting my hips at her, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth so fast I was actually having a hard time controlling myself.

  I pulled out then, not wanting to cum. I pulled her up to her feet, smiling and looking straight into her eyes.

  We were just getting started.

  Athena

  I got up, looking straight into his eyes, the salty flavor of his cock still on my lips.

  There he was, right in front of me. My man, my husband, my everything. And he was naked... Naked and hard for me. What more could I ask?

  Before I could think of anything else, he growled at me and pinned me against the wall, holding my arms over my head. He leaned into me and, the moment our lips touched, it was as if fireworks had gone off behind my eyelids.

  Our kiss became savage, his hands pulling down the shoulder straps of my dress and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabbed at them, pulling one nipple out of the cup and wrapping his lips around it. A second after he has my bra unhooked, and his hands are ripping the dress from my body.

  As soon as I’m only in my thong, he grabbed me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbbed in anticipation. He leaned into me then, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.

  “I want you so damn bad…” I whispered against his ear.

  He didn’t bother replying - he simply picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.

  His hand went straight to between my thighs, it’s open palm pressing hard over my thong and pussy. I’m already as wet as I can possibly be, and aching for his cock almost in desperation. I grabbed his cock anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.

  There’s a fire behind his eyes and, in an heartbeat, he grabbed my thong and pulled it against my outer thigh, ripping it apart. He looked down at me and pressed his hand right over my pussy, his thumb rubbing against my clit.

  “Malcolm… I want you. I want you now,” I begged of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grinned at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabbed at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eased his cock against my labia and pierced me in one single and swift motion.

  I moaned hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity.

  I took my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, forced myself to roll to the side. His eyes widened in surprise, but he then grinned as he saw me on top of him.

  It was his birthday, so I wanted to do the heavy lifting.

  "Happy birthday, Malcolm..." I whispered with a grin as I started to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jumped up and down on his hard cock.

  Not being one to simply lay back, Malcolm started to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I couldn’t help but moan endlessly.

  I was riding him hard, but he was fucking me even harder. I tightened my pussy around his cock as I kept on jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.

  I have never been big on cursing, but what we were doing was both lovemaking and fucking. That was it. Since we had gotten married that both those things had fused. And I just loved it that way… Why did you have to separate love from sex? It didn’t make any sense, and it didn’t work that way with us.

  I started bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Malcolm as he thrust at me, each time his cock went deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.

  I could already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I swayed my hips back to front. His hands darted to my hips and he started to guide my movements, holding my cock in place whenever he wanted to thrust hard at me and make me scream.

  I leaned into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dug my fingernails on his body, knowing that I wasn’t hurting him - Malcolm looked tougher, but he was even more though than one could even imagine. I would know, I’ve been punishing his body every night since we got married.

  "I love you, Malcolm..." I whispered as I fel
t my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me started to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I kept bucking my hips against him.

  No other man in the world would ever be capable of making me feel like this. It was pleasure, it was love, it was everything!

  I pushed through, rocking my body against him until I felt him ready.

  He closed his eyes and and, just like me, his whole body tensed up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body was about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.

  In an heartbeat, his cock started to spasm inside me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clenched his cock with my pussy. He was gushing a torrent, and I remained still as our orgasm washed over both our bodies.