The Deal : Billionaire Romance

by Rose Cody

  “Get out of my fucking way.” He says, pushing Alia out of the way and into the corner of the bar.

  “Ah!” She gasps, sucking in her breath as she grabs at her poked ribs.

  “Do you have a problem, asshole!?” She hears a deep voice yell from across the bar.

  Alia looks up, gulping as she watches a tall, dark haired man in a worn leather jacket and a tight pair of jeans walk toward them.

  “It’s alright, don’t worry about it…” Alia says, trying to get between them before stepping out of the way quickly as the new man brushes past her.

  She rushes for her phone, ready to dial the local police as she watches him grab the bearded man by the shoulders before pulling him across the floor.

  “She said the kitchen’s closed, so that means the kitchen’s fucking closed, understand?” He says, his voice a growl as he pushes the bearded man towards the door.

  “Whatever, dude.” The guy says, raising his voice to call out to his friend still sitting at the bar. “Let’s get out of here, this place is a shit hole!”

  “Leave it here.” Alia says, grabbing the two bottles as the guy’s friend gets up from his stool. “You can’t take it outside. Get going. I’m about to call the police.”

  The guy nods, walking away to follow his friend outside, stepping around the tall man as he walks out the door.

  Alia huffs, rubbing her fingers over her forehead as she walks over to the double doors in the kitchen.

  “Jesus Christ!” She says, holding her hands up in the air as she gazes across the kitchen towards Jason as he washes the last of the dishes. “Some people are crazy! They don’t listen!”

  “People can get really nasty when the kitchen’s closed.” Jason shouts across the kitchen. “You get used to it after a while.”

  Alia nods, taking another deep breath before walking back out into the bar.

  “What a jerk, right?” She hears the same deep voice as before say to her.

  She blushes, nodding her head slightly as she looks up from her feet, her eyes gazing over his sharp jaw before resting on his ice blue eyes.

  “Some people just want to cause trouble I guess.” She whispers, walking towards him and leaning her elbows on the counter in front of him. “Thank you though.” She starts. “I was honestly a little nervous when I saw you walking over. I thought there was going to be a big fight.”

  “I have a little rule.” He says, reaching over to grab the half empty beer bottle on the bar top, before slightly tipping it over to read the label. “I don’t fight in front of pretty girls…”

  Alia giggles, covering her mouth with her hand before pressing her fingers against her hot cheeks.

  “I tell you what…” Alia says, turning around and reaching over to beside the hand sink to pick up a damp rag before bending down to grab a bottle of cleaner. “We’re closing soon. Stick around for a little while after and I’ll buy you a few shots.”

  “Yeah.” He says, leaning back slightly in his stool. “Yeah, maybe I will stick around. I’m Leon, by the way.”

  “Leon?” She confirms, flashing her teeth as she tries to fight a smile. “Alia.”

  Chapter 3

  Alia leans against the bar, lazily wiping her damp rag over the stained wood as she watches the cook, Jason, flick off the front lights of the kitchen, leaving only the ones over the back of the sink on.

  She watches as he walks through the grey double doors before throwing his backpack over his shoulder giving Alia a little wave from just above his waist.

  “See you tomorrow.” He says, pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket and putting one between his lips.

  “Thanks for staying late.” She says, walking behind him and watching as he steps out of the heavy front door before she locks it from the inside before beginning to flip the chairs up onto the tables on her way back to the bar.”

  “Let me.” She hears Leon say as he gets up from his stool and jogs over to help her flip up the chairs. “I can do this” He says, placing the seat of one of the chairs carefully against the table. “You probably have more important stuff to do.”

  “Hey, thanks.” She says, her voice soft as she blushes. “Yeah, I’ll get the bar done.”

  She walks back over behind the bar, grabbing her rag as her eyes gaze over to Leon.

  She watches the tall men bend at the waist to pick the chair up by its legs before flipping it over, his broad and obviously muscular shoulders contracting under his white t-shirt, his biceps bulging as he lifts the tall chairs up to the table.

  “Hey!” She calls him, watching as he turns his neck. “Get over here, let’s have some shots.”

  “I can finish this first…” He says, pointing towards the row of tables beside him with his thumb.

  “Don’t worry about it.” She says, bending down to pull two shot glasses from under the bar counter before turning around and pulling a bottle of whiskey from off the glass shelf.

  Alia pours two shots as Leon slides himself back on top of the barstool before she pushes one of the shots over to him.

  He grips it, picking it up from the bar as Alia brings her own to her mouth.

  “Cheers!” She says before tossing her head back and letting the harsh, burning liquid slide down the back of her throat.

  She gasps for air, hissing it out before letting out a small cough as she shakes her head before pouring another as she watches Leon down his.

  “Smooth.” He says, grimacing as he pushes the shot glass back over to Alia.

  She pours him another before picking it up and handing it over to him.

  Alia picks up her own shot as well, before holding it up in the air my her mouth and letting out a little giggle.

  “One… Two… Three…” She whispers before tossing the second shot down her throat.

  He slides the glass back over to her after slamming it down on the bar top in front of him, his eyes watering as she grabs the little glass and takes it over to the hand sink behind her and places them gently into the stainless steel tub.

  She wipes her eyes, smiling as she walks back over to the bar before leaning against it on her elbows and pressing her chest against the edge.

  “You know…” He starts, clearing his throat. “I come here pretty often and I’ve never seen you before…”

  “How often is pretty often?” She asks, lifting her hand up to rest her cheek on her fist.

  “Often enough.” He says, his voice getting lower.

  “Obviously not often enough.” She smirks, standing up and leaning backwards as she bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been here for a week. Maybe you just haven’t been paying attention.”

  “I think I would have noticed…” He jokes, letting out a short chuckle.

  “But you didn’t.” She whispers.

  “Well, I’m noticing now…” He says, coyly.

  Alia squints her dark eyes as she feels her face flush red.

  She reaches out to him, grabbing his hand before quickly glancing up at the black, domed security camera above the bar.

  “Come with me…” She says, gently pulling on him as she walks down the length of the bar, him following behind her on the other side.

  “Yeah, I’ll come…” He whispers back to her as she pulls him down the short hallway to the bathrooms before opening up the small broom closet.

  “Fuck, I hope so.” She whispers back, her hushed voice harsh as she pushes him inside before pulling on the cord to turn on the single lightbulb overhead.

  She closes the door behind her as she pushes him to lean against a tall wooden shelf before she gets down to her knees in front of him.

  Alia presses her hands against his thighs before pushing her palms up his jeans to his waist. She pulls his forward against the band to the silver button front and center before pulling it through the button hole and pulling down the zipper of his fly.

  Leon leans back, resting the back of his head against the shelf as he brushes his fingertips against the top of Alia’s hair
, dragging them from her forehead back to the base of her messy bun as he closes his eyes.

  She licks her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she grips the outside seam of his jeans before pulling them down over his hips and thighs until they rest at his knees.

  Alia drags her palms up against the back of his thighs as she watches Leon’s tenting cock twitch inside of his boxers as it stiffens before squeezing his fleshy, muscular cheeks between her finger tips.

  She gasps, a small smirk crossing her lips as she pulls his boxers down, his thick, stiff cock bouncing free from its prison.

  Alia bites her bottom lip as she listens to Leon let out a shaking breath as she wraps her fingers around his thick shaft before slowly pumping up and down, squeezing her palm against his sensitive skin.

  Leon grips the shelf as Alia leans forward towards him, her hot breath getting closer and closer before, finally, her soft lips press gently against the head of his cock.

  She opens her lips, letting her tongue press against his sensitive tip before she swirls it around as she sinks him further into her mouth.

  Alia sucks on the head of his stiff cock as she pumps her hand up and down against his shaft as her other hand trails up the inside of his thigh before her finger tips gently caress his sack.

  “Stop…” He moans, pulling away from her as he gently pushes her chin away from him with his fingers.

  She nods her head slowly up and down as she looks up at him with her big brown eyes from his waist.

  “Get up…” He whispers roughly as he reaches under her arms and pulls her up.

  She gets to her feet, her center burning as she watches the muscles in his thighs contract on either side of his rock hard cock as he kneels down in front of her before he grabs her waist and roughly pulls her towards him.

  “Ah!” She gasps, her body tingling as he roughly unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her fly before pulling her pants and her panties all the way down to her ankles.

  Alia steps out of them, her face hot and burning red as she watches Leon roughly push her clothes to the side before he trails his fingers up her smooth thighs.

  “Oh… my God…” She whispers to herself, stepping aside to open her legs as she feels Leon gently push her thighs apart before pressing his fingers against her sex and slowly rubbing back and forth.

  She sighs out as she feels his middle finger press itself inside of her slit before he sinks it between her pussy lips, dragging it back and forth against her wet walls.

  Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Leon lean closer before she closes her eyes in anticipation as she feels his hot breath tickle her.

  “Oh!” She gasps as she feels Leon drag his hot, wet tongue against her before he licks again, harder, sinking it into her folds and brushing it over her clit.

  She leans backwards into the shelf, lifting her leg slightly to help spread her thighs a little bit more and Leon pulls her closer as he laps at her clit, stretching her further by adding another finger inside of her.

  He sucks her swollen pearl into his mouth as he flicks his tongue against it, making her stomach tingle before she whines in protest as Leon lets go quickly before pulling his fingers out from inside of her.

  Her chest heaves as she watches him stand up in front of her before he brings his soaking wet fingers up to his mouth and licks away her slick before wrapping his hand around his shaft and pumping up and down a few times.

  “Turn around.” He says, roughly turning her.

  Alia squeezes the shelf, her eyelids heavy as she feels Leon sink one of his hands between her thighs to slightly lift her leg as he closes in on her, his stiff cock pressing against her fleshy cheek.

  She gasps quietly, sucking in her breath as she feels his stiff head press against her entrance before sliding up and down her lips a few times.

  Finally, she sighs out as he enters her, pressing his cock into her as his shaft sinks deeper and deeper before he slowly slides himself back out before taking a second plunge.

  Alia shivers as she feels him lean against her, his hot breath on her neck, as he slowly wraps his arms around her, one of his hands trailing up under her t-shirt before he slips his fingers under her bra to cup her soft breast, the other sliding down her stomach, between her legs, as he sinks his still wet fingers into her slit.

  She moans out, biting her bottom lip as he pulls back her hood before swirling his finger over her swollen pearl as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of her, her wetness sliding down the inside of her thigh.

  “Leon…” She gasps, her body tingling as it begins to stiffen.

  He slows down his pumping as her walls tightly squeeze him as he speeds up the swirling of his fingers against her clit as he massages her breast, pinching her tender nipple as her body begins to jolt.

  “Fuck me!” She cries, her chest heaving up and down as her pussy spasms around his shaft as her sensitive clit bounces up and down under his finger.

  She leans her head forward, letting it rest against the shelf as she hears him groan from behind her as he slowly drags his cock out of her contracting pussy until her soaking wet lips barely brush against his head.

  Alia yelps as she feels him ram back in, sinking himself deeper than ever before as he bucks his hips into her.

  She moans, quietly whimpering as he pulls her away from the shelf his soaking fingers sliding up her body before grabbing her chin and turning her head towards his.

  He presses his lips against hers, his warm, wet tongue sliding across her bottom lip as she opens her mouth to let him explore.

  She relaxes into him as he moans into her mouth as she feels his cock swell inside of her before twitching as he presses his hips hard against her bottom.

  She lifts her arm, reaching around to the back of his head, trailing her fingers through his hair as she feels him slowly slip out from between her lips, his seed slowly flowing from her aching entrance.

  Alia sighs out, trying to catch her breath, her head swimming from the whiskey, as she turns around to rest her head against his chest, his heart loudly beating into her ears as he rubs his hands up and down her back.

  “It’s getting late…” She whispers as she brushes her hand over his naked him.

  “Yeah…” He whispers back to her, his eyes heavy. “I better get going.”

  She nods her head, slowly as she pulls away from him before she quickly steps over to her jeans, bending down to slip them on before pulling them up her thighs and buttoning them at the waist.

  She turns her head, watching out of the corner of her eye as Leon pulls up his own jeans. She listens to him sigh out softly as he stuffs his still sensitive cock back into his pants before quietly fumbling with the button.

  Leon smirks at her, catching her gaze as she nervously looks away.

  “Sorry…” She whispers, blushing as he walks up to her and rests his hand on the small of her back.

  “For what?” He asks, letting out a sharp chuckle. “For a good fuck?”

  “I don’t know…” She says, looking down at her shoes before reaching up to open the door.

  She leads him out of the closet and back down the short hallway to the bar, stopping at the edge and watching as he continues on to pick up his leather jacket from the barstool.

  He tosses it over his shoulder, letting the worn leather flow down across his back as he motions towards the front doorway.

  “Come on…” He says, slowly turning around to walk to the entrance. “Come and lock me out.”

  She follows him over holding the door open for him after turning the dead bolt and pushing the heavy wooden door open.

  “Thanks again…” She whispers, leaning against the doorway as she watches him step out onto the sidewalk.

  “Hey, I’m down for it any time.” He says, chuckling as he begins to step away, hesitating for a second before turning his head back to look at her. “And… it was nice to finally notice you, Alia…” He smirks.

  “Yeah…” She says, coyly biti
ng her bottom lip. “Thanks for noticing.”

  She watches him until he turns and disappears into the lot beside the building before she slowly pulls the door shut.

  Alia smiles, her entire body tingling as she hears the rumble of a motorcycle engine as it starts up. She leans against the door, closing her eyes as she listens to it get further and further away.

  Since when does this little town have guys like that?

  Chapter 4

  Alia groans as she pulls open the heavy wooden door to the bar, blinking her eyes rapidly as she adjusts from the full, afternoon sun to the dim yellow lights of the room.