Charming: A Cinderella Billionaire Story

by Sophie Brooks

  “What’s your fault?”

  “That Cara has this attitude. This feeling of entitlement. That she’d start taking all this stuff for granted. That she’d not only expect it but want more. Still—even though I was worried about this, part of me didn’t think it would really happen.”

  “Maybe it didn’t,” I said, and she looked up at me quizzically. “I mean, maybe she was just having an off day. Or making a thoughtless comment. Like when she said that your life sucked before, but it didn’t.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Actually, I do. That first night when I came to your apartment, while you were talking to the police in the kitchen, I looked around.”

  She squirmed uncomfortably at my side, either from bad memories of that night or hating the thought of me seeing that huge mess the robbers made. “I’m a pretty smart guy, Autumn. Smart enough to see past the damage they did to what it was like before. And it was a home. It wasn’t big or grand, but you’d made it a home for Cara. For yourself. A home filled with books, music, culture, art. Everywhere I looked I saw your touch, the things you’d done to make it a home for your sister. And I think even then I started thinking about the apartments in this building. How anyone who could do so much with so little deserved a better place. And definitely a safer place. And now you have one. But you’re the one who makes it home. For you and your sister. You did before, and you can do it again.”

  She snaked her arm behind my back and put the other around my chest, hugging me. I pulled her in close and buried my nose in her hair, smelling the faint scent of orange blossoms. “I hope so,” she said.

  “You will. And Cara will come around. She’s a teen, she’s allowed to be a little ungrateful once in a while. It’s one of the defining qualities of being a teenager. A quality I had in spades. How about you?”

  She was silent for a long moment. I wonder if she’d had enough time to be a jerky teen with her mother’s illness. Finally, she answered, “Me too.”

  “Then cut Cara—and yourself—some slack. This is what happens with teens and parents.” I had my fingers buried in her hair again, and I was surprised to feel her moan a little as I massaged little circles into her scalp.

  “I guess this kind of thing isn’t all that unusual,” she said.

  “Nope. You may be young, but you’re still the parent in this situation.”

  “I guess so.”

  “A young, hot parent.”

  Her face wasn’t visible, but I felt the muscles in her cheek shift and I thought she might be smiling. I let my hand trail down to her neck and I squeezed the tense spots in her shoulders and neck.

  “A young, hot, gorgeous, sexy parent.”

  “Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” Her voice was definitely sounding more relaxed. And more playful. Thank god. To give myself credit, I no longer freaked out at the sight of a crying female, but they definitely weren’t my specialty. Playful females, on the other hand, definitely were.

  I kissed the top of her head again. “You have no idea how much I’d like to lay something thick on you.” I shifted my hips forward to emphasize my words and heard a soft laugh.

  “I think I have some idea,” she said, running her hand up and down my thigh again. Then, to my astonishment, she wiggled out from under my grasp, got up on her knees and swung one leg over my lap, straddling me. Now her vivid blue eyes met my own, and I couldn’t help but grin. She was still troubled by the issue with her sister but right now—that wasn’t what was on her mind. I knew it, and my cock knew it, too. It sprang to life, pressing hard against my pants.

  Autumn had an impish expression now. “You know,” she said, “this place is amazing, but it doesn’t quite feel like home. It doesn’t feel… broken in yet.”

  I grinned, my eyes on the soft pink lips I wanted to be kissing soon. “I see. Is there anything I can help you do to break it in?”

  “I’m pretty sure there is,” she said, and she leaned forward, meeting me halfway.

  The moment our lips met I felt her body relax, the rest of the tension leaving it. After a long kiss that was the best part of my day, if not my week, I attacked her neck, nibbling and nipping at her throat. Her moan of pleasure turned to a shriek when I stood up, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and our lips met again as I carried her into the master bedroom.

  She had her eyes closed, her hands wrapped around my neck, but when she finally came up for air, she opened her eyes and blinked as she looked around. “When are they going to come get this?”

  “Hmm?” I said, burying my nose in the hair by her ear.

  “The person who’s moving out. When is he coming back for his things?”

  “The old tenant has already moved out. This is a furnished apartment. It was the only one available.” I’d expected her to comment on that when she’d first gotten here, so I had my answer ready.

  She gaped at me for a moment. “But I already have furniture.”

  I fought back a smile, firmly lecturing myself on rich white male privilege. But for her to even call that hodgepodge of secondhand castoffs “furniture” was a stretch. “So now you have more. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you it was furnished, but it’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

  She frowned at me, clearly not buying it. “You probably ordered all this stuff when I said I’d move in.”

  Which was exactly what I’d done, but hey, I’d held back. I’d only gotten the bare minimum I thought she’d accept, and I hadn’t let Jason hire a decorator or interior designer. “Check the website. About a third of the apartments in this building are furnished,” I said, sticking to the answers I’d prepared ahead of time.

  “And I just happened to get one of them?” she said suspiciously.

  “Just luck of the draw,” I said, and I pushed her onto the bed, eager to get her mind on naughtier things. She landed on her back in the middle of a king-size bed with a silky, cream-colored comforter and luxury sheets. Her expression softened as she relaxed onto the bed.

  “I’d bet my entire bank account that this bed is brand new,” she said, looking up at me.

  “Maybe the management decided that it needed to be replaced,” I said with a smirk. “Could be that they had a vested interest in making sure you had a really nice bed.”

  “What happened to your whole speech about how I’d be renting from the leasing office and you had nothing to do with it?”

  “It’s still true. Ninety-nine percent of it,” I added.

  But then she frowned and held up her hand. “Help me up.”

  Shit. I felt the grin disappear from my face. “Autumn, it’s just a bed. I thought you’d like it.” I reached out and took her hand, but before I could pull her up, she yanked on my hand hard. Caught completely by surprise, I overbalanced. Twisting, I landed on the bed next to her, barely managing not to crush the young woman who was currently laughing at me.

  But let her laugh as long as she was still willing to play. And it was clear that she was, since she scrambled up on top of me, straddling me again.

  “You minx,” I said, and I reached up and took hold of the neck of her shirt, pulling her in for a kiss. But she turned her head at the last minute, her lips landing on my ear and giving a sharp little nip.

  “This is it. The bed. That’s it,” she said firmly, using a voice I figured would work well when a Sultry Sirens customer picked the dominatrix option. “No more gifts after this.”

  “Not even an orgasm?” I laughed as I felt her hesitate.

  But then she nodded. “Not even that. Not now anyway.”

  What? “Why not?”

  “Because it’s high time I gave you one. And luckily, you’re in the perfect position for what I have in mind.”

  Thank fuck. “I like the sound of that,” I said, grinning as she kissed her way down my neck. Then she sat up and tugged my button-down shirt loose from my pants. Swiftly, I did a sit-up so that I was face-to-face with her. In a matter of seconds I had my shirt o
ff, and as a bonus, I yanked hers over her head as well. Then I laid back down, my hands behind my head, and grinned up at her. “You were saying?”

  But she was staring at my bare skin, her eyes running over my biceps, shoulders, and pecs. And I was suddenly grateful for every hour I’d ever spent in the gym. The hungry look in her eyes was worth every second of effort.

  Autumn bit her bottom lip as she looked at me, and suddenly she seemed a little hesitant. I had to keep in mind that for all her incredibly hot talk on the phone, she really was pretty inexperienced. So maybe she needed a little direction now—something I was always happy to provide. More than happy. “Stand up.”

  She did so, her limbs trembling with excitement. “Take off your skirt,” I said. My cock grew harder as she unzipped it and let it cascade to the floor. Now she was only wearing her pink lacy bra and panties, and I was pretty sure the heat from my gaze was in danger of making her skin burst into flames. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Right back at you,” she said with a smile. “In a masculine, macho way, of course.”

  “Of course.” I smirked as her gaze flitted to the hard bulge straining at my pants. “So eager. But I think I’ll make you wait a little longer. I like watching you. Seeing you. You have no idea how often I wondered what you’d look like in bed.”

  “I’m not in bed, but I’d like to be,” she said, pouting in the most adorable way.

  I could have stared at her pale skin, full breasts, and concave stomach for hours, but I took pity on her and patted the bed next to me. She immediately went for my pants, unbuttoning the top button. “So eager,” I said again, but I didn’t stop her. No way in hell I was going to stop her.

  And a moment later, my cock sprang free, and she gasped. God, she really was inexperienced. At this point, some women got worried, wondering how my massive tool was ever going to fit inside them, but Autumn just looked hungry. She squeezed her thighs together, and I could see the longing in her eyes. And when she leaned down and kissed the tip, I closed my eyes and willed every muscle in my body still. I wanted her to go at her own pace, but it was fucking killing me not to flip her over and drive into her.

  She wrapped both hands around me, but she couldn’t cover my entire length. I had a suggestion for how she could cover the head, but I held my tongue—sincerely hoping that I’d feel hers soon. And my patience was rewarded. Darting her tongue out, she made little circles around my head, sometimes stroking with the tip of her tongue, other times making lollipop licks. I wanted to grab her hair and guide her, but I forced myself to keep my hands behind my head. This was our first time doing this, and I didn’t want to scare her off.

  Besides, what she was doing was driving me wild. “That feels so fucking good,” I growled.

  She paused briefly, smiling up at me and licking her lips. I watched, mesmerized, as she pushed her mouth over the head of my cock, keeping her lips tight to add a little resistance. Apparently, she’d learned a few tricks from the Sultry Sirens manual. It was good to know she could do those things for real, not just describe them.

  I groaned when she pressed her tongue into the little slit at the tip, and then swirled it around, surrounding my head, then taking me in deeper. When her lips met her hand, she sucked me in farther, but I struggled not to thrust in too deep. Not yet. I was pretty big, so I knew I needed to take this slow. Ish. At least for as long as I could.

  She ran one hand up and down my shaft and rested the other on my thigh, rubbing lightly as she bobbed her head up and down on my hard cock. “Fuck, that feels so good. Come here.”

  Now I couldn’t resist. Reaching out, I grabbed her thigh, moaning as my hand came in contact with her smooth, silky skin. She never lost contact with my cock as I swung her legs around, placing one on either side of my shoulder. My cock jerked in her mouth when I had her spread wide and exactly where I wanted her. I wondered how skilled her blowjob would be once I sunk my tongue into her slit. I shoved her panties to the side and decided to find out.

  Her whole body jolted as I took one long lick between her folds, and her resulting moan made her mouth vibrate on my cock. Talk about a win-win. She tasted delicious as I licked, sucked, and nibbled, and she renewed her efforts on my cock as I circled her clit. But her next moan was in disappointment as I moved back down her slit. Grabbing her ass, I spread her legs wide as I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, lapping at her sweetness. This time I was the one groaning against her delicate skin as she took me in deeper, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.

  Determined to hold it together until I made her come, I returned to her clit, latching on and sucking it into my mouth. When I pushed two fingers inside of her, she gasped around my cock and managed to take me in another inch before she backed off, resuming dragging her lips and her tongue up and down my shaft.

  I was getting close, and I was pretty sure she was as well. She was incredibly wet, and she writhed on top of me every time I stroked my fingers inside of her. My hips were thrusting now, pushing into her tight, sweet mouth, and I worked her clit faster.

  When my fingers found her g-spot, curling inside of her, she came with a sexy shriek that set me off. Hips thrust forward, I grunted as I gushed into her mouth, never letting up on the pleasure I was giving her. She swallowed around my cock again and again even as she made breathy little cries in between. I milked her orgasm for as long as I could, flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit and massaging her tight passage inside.

  After a while, her gasps around my spent cock seemed frantic and I backed off, knowing she’d be more sensitive now. She collapsed on top of me, her head on my thigh, and I stroked up and down her back, her ass, her thighs. Fuck, that had been hot. For a long moment, we laid there panting, but then she slid off me and wiggled her way around until she was lying at my side, her head on my bicep.

  I wrapped my arm around her and let my fingers rest lightly on her breast, easing down the bra cup so that I could squeeze her pert nipple. “That was incredible,” I said. Fuck, I was still out of breath. “I’m pretty sure you sucked the life right out of me.”

  This made her laugh. She looked up at me, her expression satisfied. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, suddenly struggling to stay awake. I’d come so hard, I felt like I could quite easily drift into a post-orgasmic sleep. And maybe I would have, but Autumn stirred at my side, seeming to get a second wind.

  She put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up until she was kneeling at my side, cupping her breasts. Sleeping could definitely wait—she had my full attention now. With a sexy little smile, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Then she cupped her breasts again, lifting them and smashing them at her chest as the straps fell down her arms. With a wink, she moved her hands and whipped her bra off, stripper style.

  Laughing, I reached out to touch her nipple again, but she smacked my hand away. I couldn’t complain too much when she bounced lightly on her knees. The sight of bouncing breasts will stop me in my tracks until my dying day. She cupped her bare tits again, and I watched, fascinated at the way her creamy white mounds rose and fell into her waiting hands as she rocked up and down on the bed. My cock stirred and I was fairly sure I licked my lips. “Gonna do your cheerleading routine for me?”

  She answered my grin, but cocked her head sideways, looking at me.

  “What?”

  “Come on, bounce harder. I want to hear the mattress springs squeak.”

  She looked confused. “You do?”

  I laughed. “No. Well, I mean yes, I love the show you’re putting on, but I was joking about that one caller you had. Remember? The one who wanted you to be a naughty cheerleader and bounce up and down on your bed so he could hear it?”

  “Oh yeah,” she said, bouncing harder, her thumbs rubbing against her hard nipples. My cock grew again—I’d definitely be ready for round two soon. But then Autumn stilled.

  “Tired already? What kind of a naughty cheerleader are you?”


  Covering her hands with her breasts, she stared at me.

  “Next time, I could get you some pom-poms and a little uniform…”

  I trailed off as she crawled backwards off the bed and reached for her bra. “Autumn? Are you okay?”

  She didn’t say anything. She just stared at me as she reached behind her to fasten it, seeming to have trouble with the hooks.

  “Autumn? What is it?”

  Once she had her bra on, she located her shirt on the floor. I sat up and watched her get dressed. Something was clearly wrong. Had she regretted what we’d done today? “Talk to me.”

  When she spoke, her voice was different. “I never told you about that.”

  “About what?” Her voice was strained. I’d never heard it like that before.

  “About being a cheerleader for that man and bouncing up on the bed.”

  Fuck. “Sure you did. We used to talk about lots of your clients.” But I couldn’t quite meet her eyes when I said it.

  “I never told you that detail, because it was so embarrassing, making my bed squeak so loud. Hoping the neighbors didn’t hear. I know I never told you that. So here’s a good question—how the hell did you know about it?”

  I rubbed one hand against my temple as she bent down to pick up her skirt. Fuck, shit, dammit all to hell. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought before I spoke?

  She filled the silence as she stepped into her skirt. “Here’s my guess. You’re a rich man with many resources. With many people who help you get what you want. So did you bribe someone at Sultry Sirens to give you recordings of my calls? You would’ve known that they were recorded because all clients are told that when they first set up their accounts. How much did it cost, Ford? How much money to hear me say those things? To hear me pretend to do those things? I hope that the sick, twisted entertainment you got was worth the invasion of privacy—mine and my clients’.”

  “Autumn, it wasn’t like that.” But I didn’t blame her for thinking it.