How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series)

by Helen Cooper

  “Not really.” I sighed. I didn’t really want to hear any more.

  “So we went to the party and she disappeared. I went to find her and opened a door and there was Mark Classman fucking her from behind.”

  I looked at him in shock, totally not expecting that part of the story. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, Harry.”

  He looked at me with a glint in his eyes. I assumed it was pain but it also looked like he was trying to hold in laughter. “I just stood there in the door watching as she groaned. Until finally they noticed me. She jumped up and ran to me. Begged me to forgive her. She told me that it was only anal sex so it didn’t count. It wasn’t real intercourse. She blamed me for letting Mark do that to her.” He closed his eyes. “I was confused and heartbroken but I forgave her. I should have just ended it then and there. But I didn’t know what to think or do. I loved her so much.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered again.

  “And then we went to college and tried to pretend that everything was normal. And for the most part it was. We were still best friends, we still laughed. I still loved her more than life itself. But she just kept wanting to push the envelope.”

  “Sexually?” I whispered at him.

  “Yes.” He laughed. “No one would believe that it would be a man who was hesitant to try things. But at that time, I was a boy and not a man and I felt uncomfortable with many of the things that she asked.”

  “Oh?” The image he was painting of Angelica was completely unexpected. “What did your parents say?”

  He laughed and looked at me incredulously. “I’ve never told anyone else any of this stuff, Sarah. It’s not something you bring up in casual conversation.”

  “Oh ok.” I bit my lip and was about to say something else but he continued talking.

  “Then Angelica met Genny in a women’s history class and they hit it off. And she confided in me that she was attracted to Genny. I asked her what she meant and she said that she wanted to see what it was like to be with a woman. I was crushed. I thought that meant that I didn’t satisfy her and that she didn’t love me. So she suggested we have a threesome.”

  “Wow.”

  He laughed. “And again, that wasn’t something that I really wanted but I said yes. I didn’t want her to go off and do it without me. Now I realize that she was just trying to find herself and what she was doing was normal for a girl her age, she was finding and experimenting with her sexuality but I thought it was all about what I couldn’t provide her. So if you ever want to have a threesome, let me know.” He paused and grinned and me and then continued. “So then she brought Genny over to my apartment one evening and she was everything Angelica said she was, beautiful, sexy and charismatic. I was immediately attracted to her and it was actually quite easy.”

  “What was easy?” I spoke with my breath in my mouth.

  “Fucking her with Angelica watching.” He stared into my eyes with a mischievous look. “It was probably the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. Angelica sat on my face and I ate her out while Genny was riding my cock. And then they kissed and switched positions. It was great. I had never felt so alive sexually.” He paused. “The problem came when Angelica decided she wasn’t into girls and didn’t want to do it again. But I’d gotten my taste of another pussy and I didn’t want to go back.” He sighed. “So Genny and I kept seeing each other on the side. I told myself it was only fair, Angelica had done stuff with Mark, so I was entitled to as well. Only one day Angelica came over to surprise me and she walked in on me fucking Genny on the couch.” He closed his eyes. “I would do anything to change that day.”

  I swallowed hard as I watched his face contort in pain. Something was taking over him and he looked completely distraught. “She screamed when she saw us. I just stood there and continued to fuck Genny as I stared at her. I was confused and immobile. It was only when Angelica ran out of the door that I realized what was going on and I pulled out of Genny and ran after her. And then I saw it.”

  “Saw what?” I stared at him, jaw dropped in anticipation.

  “I saw the bus hit her.” He reached over and gripped my hand hard. “She didn’t bother to check traffic. And she just ran across the road and she screamed. She screamed again. That’s the only real memories I have of her now. Those two screams from that day.”

  “Oh Harry.” My eyes welled up with tears. No one should have to witness that. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” He stared at me and a lone tear ran down his face. “I pray every night that God will give me a second chance and bring her back to life.”

  “Oh.”

  “Maybe you can help me?”

  “Huh?” I looked at him in confusion and his eyes were twinkling. “What?”

  “Maybe you can use your powers as a medium and talk to her for me.”

  “Uhm…” My voice trailed off in confusion.

  “Psych.” He laughed and I stared at him in shock.

  “Psych what, Harry?” I stared at him with squinted eyes feeling very, very angry.

  He looked at me in dismay and bit his lip. “I think I may have crossed a line. I’m so sorry, Sarah. I was just joking.”

  “Joking about which part?” I glared at him.

  “All of it.” He paused. “Well from the high school party bit and catching Angelica having anal sex.”

  “What the fuck?” I jumped up and screamed at him loudly. “That’s not fucking funny.”

  “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I wanted to see how far I could take the story and have you still believe me. And then I got carried away.”

  “So there is no Genny, no threesome?” I glared. “No getting hit by a bus.”

  “There is no Genny and no one got hit by a bus. Though there have been plenty of threesomes.” He wiggled his eyes at me.

  “This isn’t funny, Harry. So where is Angelica?”

  He sighed. “She’s married with three kids. We broke up after high school because she cheated on me.” He paused. “Normal sex though. And we were in love and I was devastated and we haven’t talked in years.”

  “You told me you went to her grave, Harry.”

  “I know it was a bad joke.” His eyes looked pained. “I’m sorry, I figured if anyone would appreciate a bad joke, it would be you.”

  “You’re an asshole.” I felt my body heaving with anger but a part of me was actually feeling a lot lighter. If what he had said had been true, it would have been a lot harder to reach his heart. That would have been an almost insurmountable amount of baggage to get through. “I’m not talking to you for the rest of the week.”

  “But I’m a good actor, right?” He winked at me and I continued to glare at him. He was a terrific actor. He had had me fooled completely. I could still feel my heart in my mouth from when he told me a bus hit her.

  “So why did you get so upset when people brought up Angelica?” I frowned. “You got so mad and kept leaving.”

  “I was about to propose to Angelica before she cheated on me.” He sighed. “I was devastated. And I’ve never trusted another bitch again.”

  “Excuse me?” I punched him in the arm, hard. “Do not call women bitches.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” He pulled me close to him and kissed my nose.

  “Nope.”

  “Please?”

  “Nope.”

  “It was a bad joke.” His lips moved on to my cheeks.

  “Yes, it was.”

  “I won’t joke like that again.” He kissed around my mouth.

  “You better not.”

  “I’m glad you’re here with me.” His voice was soft and gentle and I looked up into his eyes and saw care and concern. “If anyone had to play my fake girlfriend. I’m glad it was you.” And then he kissed me. And I melted against him because even though I was angry, I still loved him and craved his touch more than anything. I kissed him back passionately and moaned as his hands found my breasts. I knew I shouldn’t forgive him quite so easily but inside h
is stupid little joke made me smile. It was so over-the-top and horrible and so not funny that it made me think that maybe we did have a future together after all. Because how many people could suck as badly as we did with our senses of humor?

  Chapter 15

  “Do you still think I’m an asshole?” Harry whispered in my ear as we walked up the stairs to his bedroom.

  “Yes.”

  “An asshole that’s going to get sex tonight or an asshole that’s not going to get sex tonight?”

  “We’ll see.” I grinned at him and yelped as he slapped me in the ass.

  “You should have seen through my story, Sarah.” He grinned. “Because really what guy is going to turn down any sort of sexual experimentation?”

  I laughed then because it was true. “You know I had been wondering about that when you kept bringing up the fact that you weren’t interested in trying all those new moves and positions.”

  “I can show you how much I like new positions tonight, if you want.”

  “I don’t want.” I ran up the rest of the stairs and into his bedroom, laughing as he caught me and pulled me down onto the bed with him. “Harry, don’t.” I giggled as he nuzzled my neck. Then he moved his face up to mine and looked me in the eyes. All of a sudden his body stilled and his gaze was intense.

  “It was a stupid joke, Sarah. I won’t do that again.”

  “You better not.” I sighed. “I felt so bad for you.”

  “And you don’t still feel bad for me?”

  “No, not as much.” I laughed.

  “You have no heart.” He grinned down at her. “Maybe I’ll call the Wizard.”

  “The Wizard?” I looked up at him in confusion. “What Wizard?”

  “The Wizard of Oz, duh. He’ll be able to give you your heart back.”

  “Did we switch brains tonight?” I looked at him in amazement, surprised that he had a sense of humor similar to mine. “Did some sort of Freaky Friday thing happen here?”

  “I can’t be as goofy as you?” He lay down next to me and smiled.

  “You’re goofier than me right now.” I laughed. “I’m not sure if you’re putting it on to try to get into the back of my pants or if you are normally this bad.”

  “Back of your pants?” He raised his eyebrows at me.

  “You know,” I whispered. “The backdoor.”

  “The backdoor?” he whispered back at me dramatically.

  “You know.” I rolled my eyes, exasperated. “Anal.”

  “Oh.” He burst out laughing. “You think I want to do anal with you?”

  “Wasn’t that the point of the story?”

  “No.” He paused. “Though, if you want it to be, it can.” He grabbed my hand. “I wanted to lighten the mood but I got carried away. Angelica was my first and only love. I don’t know that I ever really got over her. I didn’t want to focus on that.”

  “Yeah.” I tried not to sigh. I didn’t want to talk about Angelica anymore. I felt the stirrings of jealousy run through me again. “So instead, you made up a ridiculous story that could have been a Lifetime movie.”

  He laughed. “I’ll pass on Lifetime. I think I’d sell the rights to HBO or Showtime instead.”

  “Uh huh.” I rolled my eyes and him. “Harry,” I yelped as his hand inched its way under my shirt. “Harry.”

  “Sshh.” He grinned at me. “I’m trying to have my wicked way with you.”

  “It’s not going to work.” I stopped his hand. I wanted to ask him more about his evening with Angelica. I had an insatiable need to know more. And I was scared. I was scared that I would tell him I loved him if we made love.

  “Sarah.” He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. “Are you sure?” He held both of my wrists with one hand and moved his other hand back to my breasts and rubbed his palms against my nipples. It seems to me that you’re hoping for something.” He grinned as he pinched my already hard nipples and I wriggled beneath him.

  “Harry,” I inquired steadily. “Did you know that Jane’s aunt was on ‘The Biggest Loser’ and lost a hundred pounds?”

  He stopped what he was doing and looked at me in confusion. I sighed in relief. I wasn’t sure that I would have been able to keep resisting him. “What are you talking about?”

  “Jane’s Aunt Lulu back in Miami got picked to be on ‘The Biggest Loser’ and she made it to the finals. She lost a hundred pounds.”

  “Uhm ok? This is important to me because?” He frowned and I grinned.

  “I was thinking that perhaps we could do our own biggest loser competition.”

  “Why?” He looked me up and down and I flushed. “You don’t need to lose any weight and I’m happy as I am.”

  “Thanks for the lie.” I grinned happily at his words. “But I wouldn’t mind losing a few pounds.”

  “Trust me, you don’t need to lose anything.”

  “I do. My ass is huge.”

  “More cushion for the pushing.” He grinned.

  “I told you—no anal.”

  “Tonight or ever?” He feigned a frown.

  “We’ll see.” I smirked.

  “I don’t want to wait years.” He laughed and my heart stilled. Was he talking in years because he saw as dating for years or was it just a meaningless saying that had fallen out of his mouth?

  “Oh come here.” I was so happy at his words that I drew him towards me and kissed him before pulling my top off.

  “Whoa. What did I do to deserve this?” he rejoiced, eyes aglow taking in my heaving breasts. He quickly moved his hands to unhook my bra and he stared at my naked breasts and grinned. “If I didn’t know better I would have guessed these were fake.”

  “What?” I frowned.

  “They are so perky.” He grinned as he squeezed my nipples. “But I guess you’re just happy to see me.”

  “Whatever.” I pushed him down on the bed and pulled his shirt off and ran my fingers to his nipples. “You seem happy to see me too.” I grinned down at him and yelped as he reached up and took one of my nipples in my mouth and nipped it with his teeth. “Ow.” My groan turned to a moan as his nip turned to a suck.

  “Yummy.” His tongue licked back and forth on my nipples and I jiggled them on his face. “Definitely not fake,” he grinned. “They wouldn’t wiggle like this if they were.”

  I laughed and bent down and took his nipples into my mouth and sucked. It was more erotic than I thought it was going to be and decided to nibble on them as well.

  “Oh shit, Sarah.” He pushed me off him. “Are you trying to bite them off?”

  “Oops.” I laughed. “I guess I just got carried away.”

  “Uh huh.” He rolled me onto my back and pushed me down before straddling me. “How adventurous are you, Sarah?”

  “Uhm, a little.” I paused and stared up at him. “Why?”

  “I’d love to show you some things.”

  “Uhm, like what?” I looked at him with apprehension. “Do you want to spank me or something?” I thought back to a conversation we’d had in his office previously and swallowed.

  “I always want to spank you, Sarah.” He grinned down at me, very much reminding me of a hungry fox.

  “Not with a belt?”

  “I’d start with my hand.”

  “Oh.” I think my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

  “But there is something else I’d like to do.”

  “What?” I whispered hoping he wasn’t going to go back to anal.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “No,” I muttered and he laughed aloud.

  “Oh, Sarah.” He licked my lips. “Will you let me take you on a journey?”

  “Where?” I paused. “Maybe England and Paris but not to Congo or anything, that’s a bit far.”

  “Sarah!” He sounded exasperated.

  “Okay fine, to Congo.” I grinned up at him as he lowered him something down on me, crushing my breasts into his chest.

  “Sarah,” he growled into my ear. �
��I want to fuck the shit out of you. I want to hear you screaming my name and begging me not to stop. I want you to feel me so deep inside of you that you think I am a part of you.” I felt my face flush at his words and knew that I was wetter than I had ever been from just words before. But I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to that?

  “Yes, please,” I whispered and once again I heard him laugh. A deep guttural sound that rolled through his whole body.